Passions Transcript Thursday 12/11/03

Passions Transcript Friday 12/11/03

by Eric

kay: There's my girl. Wow. She was hungry.

Tabitha: My. We're very chipper today.

Kay: Why not? Maria's daddy is going to come babysit while I go to the funeral for baby sarah.

Tabitha: Why? You're not close to ethan or gwen.

Kay: No, but their baby was my father's grandchild, which makes her my baby's cousin. It's the least I can do to show up for him. Anyway, while I'm out, sweetheart, you're going to have to get your daddy to fall so in love with you that he doesn't even remember charity's name by the time I get home.

Tabitha: Hmm. I wouldn't set my sights quite so high if I were you.

Kay: Why not?

Tabitha: Well, that true-love thing that charity and miguel share seems to have a life of its own. You think you've killed it, stomped it out where it will die a painful and prolonged death, and then, whammo, there it is again, the two of them strolling hand in hand, eyes locked in revolting mutual adoration, the indomitable duo basking in their deep attachment to one another. I've never seen anything like it.

Kay: All right. Ok, would you mind not raining on my parade for at least today, tabitha? Anyway, I don't plan on staying long. I mean to skip out on the service as soon as I can so I can get back here for miguel. It is a perfect day to make inroads with him.

[Tabitha chuckles]

[Knock on door]

Kay: That must be miguel.

Kay: Hey.

Miguel: Hey.

Kay: Come in. You are so sweet to sit with maria while I'm at the funeral.

Miguel: Are you kidding? I love spending time with my little girl. Why don't I finish feeding her while you get ready?

Kay: Ok.

Miguel: Hey, tabitha.

Tabitha: Hmm.

Kay: Do you see how happy he is? He's almost mine, tabitha.

Tabitha: You know what they say about counting your chickens before they're hatched.

[Knock on door]

Kay: Who's that?

Miguel: I didn't get a chance to tell you --

charity: Hey. I just came to hang out with miguel and maria while you're gone, so -- hi.

Beth: I just love how modern technology's made everything so tiny. Now, nobody will be able to figure out where the baby's cries are coming from, least of all unmommy dearest sheridan.

Mrs. Wallace: Hey, beth. Beth -- now, come on. You're not seriously going to lure sheridan over the edge -- ooh -- the edge of that cliff, now, are you?

Beth: No, not me. Sheridan's very own baby is going to lead her to the edge of the cliff.

Mrs. Wallace: Sick,

twisted, unholy! That sweet little baby will never know that its real mommy was a beautiful, sweet, saintly soul, not a homicidal maniac like you!

Beth: Just shut up!

Mrs. Wallace: Oh, shut up yourself!

Beth: Shut up. I want to test the sound already. Ahem.

La, la la la la la la la la la la

beth: Testing, testing, one, two, three.

Mrs. Wallace: Oh.

Sheridan: Oh, god.

Luis: I knew this wasn't a good idea.

Antonio: Look, sheridan, now, if you want to leave, I'll take you home now.

Sheridan: No. No. I have to be here for gwen. She's my best friend.

Gwen: Oh, god.

Sheridan: I'm so sorry.

Gwen: Oh, god, we've been through so much. I know you know exactly how I'm feeling. I mean, you lost your baby, too.

Sheridan: I would give anything for someone to find my baby.

Gwen: I'm so sorry.

Rebecca: Oh, oh -- my mascara. I must look like tammy faye baker. Please, pookie, do you have a -- a handkerchief, please?

[Rebecca gasps]

Rebecca: Oh, my poor gwennie. Her heart is broken in two. Oh. I cannot wait until theresa's heart is broken the same way.

Julian: I don't think you'll have to wait too much longer. Child protective services must have shown up by now to take little ethan away from her.

Theresa: Honey, don't be scared, ok? Please, just give me back my son.

Clarice: I'm sorry, ms. Lopez fitzgerald. I have a court order to remove this boy from your care. I'm only doing my job.

Theresa: What is wrong with you people? Can't you see that my son needs me? Oh, sweetheart, I love you.

Little ethan: Mommy!

Theresa: Oh, my gosh. I mean, you got to understand that this is some kind of terrible mistake! This is some kind of cruel misunderstanding! I mean, I'm a good mother. I love my son more than anyone or anything in ts s world! You cannot take him away from me!

Clarice: Well, we can, and we are.

Theresa: No! You cannot --

clarice: Get off of me!

Theresa: This can't --

clarice: This mad woman is attacking me!

Theresa: No -- no!

Officer: You so much as touch ms. Robbins again, you're under arrest for obstruction of justice. Do you understand me?

Theresa: Yes.

[Theresa cries]

Singer: I would hold the hand of the one who could lead me places and kiss the lips of the one who could sing so sweet and i would fly on the wings of the bird I knew could take me highest breathe in, breathe out you keep me alive you are the fire burning inside of me you are my passion for life

Little ethan: Mommy!

Theresa: Please don't do this to him! Give me back my son, please.

Clarice: Give him back to a mother who would expose her child to a completely unnecessary level of histrionics, even violence?

Theresa: You're trying to snatch my son away from me. What do you want me to do, sit by and do nothing?

Clarice: When a mature person has a conflict, he seeks remedy through the courts, not through physical attacks.

Theresa: You're taking my son!

Clarice: Yes, we are, to an environment where no doubt he will be much better off! Surely, you can appreciate how your out-of-control behavior is affecting his emotional stability.

Theresa: No. You're making a terrible mistake.

Clarice: Oh, well, so you keep saying, but your actions belie your words. You're putting your own selfish feelings ahead of his welfare, and you're carrying on like a wild woman! If I had any doubts about your fitness as a mother when I first came in here, they are gone. There is no question in my mind now that this child should be removed from these premises and from your influence at once!

Rebecca: The bible says an eye for an eye. Well, in this case, I say a baby for a baby, and I cannot wait to see theresa suffer the same way that my daughter is suffering today.

Julian: Listen, I'm no fan of theresa's, but to take custody of her son away from her like this --

rebecca: Julian, little ethan is your son, too, as much as I hate to be reminded of it. So you have every right to raise him away from her.

Julian: You don't want a child around the house.

Rebecca: We'll have nannies to take care of him day and night, as long as theresa pays for what she's done to gwen's baby.

Julian: God, I hate this.

Rebecca: If you do not take little ethan away from theresa, I am going to tell the whole, wide world about your affair with dr. Eve.

Julian: You give me no choice. I won't let you destroy eve's life, not after all the pain I've caused her.

Rebecca: You know something, julian? I liked you a whole lot better before you developed this conscience.

Beth: Are you warm enough, sweetheart?

Mrs. Wallace: If that poor baby only knew that you were plotting to kill his real mommy! Oh.

Beth: Would you shut up, mother, before somebody hears you.

Mrs. Wallace: The angels will hear you.

Beth: Oh, to hell with your stupid angels.

[Mrs. Wallace gasps]

Beth: Tell them to shut up, too.

Mrs. Wallace: Oh! Oh.

Beth: Yeah, yeah. I never understood what men see in that simpering, pathetic blond.

Mrs. Wallace: How about she is beautiful? She's rich, huh? And she has a soul as pure as the new-fallen snow. No, bethie, no. You can't lure her over that cliff to her death. You can'T.

Beth: Oh, yeah? Watch me.

[Mrs. Wallace gasps]

Beth: How's she doing?

Luis: Hey.

Beth: Hey.

Luis: Not good. You know, this funeral is just reminding her that she's lost her baby, and, beth, she even hallucinated that the baby was drowning in the bathtub.

Beth: Oh. Poor thing. I just -- I wish there was something that I could do to help.

Mrs. Wallace: Oh. You wicked, wicked girl! Oh.

Charity: Hi.

Miguel: Hey. You can help me finish feeding maria.

Charity: Ok. I'd love to.

Miguel: All right.

Tabitha: I told you, the two of them are so inseparable, they might as well be glued together.

Kay: Damn it. Why do you always have to be right? I was counting on maria to break them up forever, and now look -- she's bringing them closer than they already were. Ick, ick, and more ick.

Charity: Open wide, maria. Here comes the airplane!

[Charity giggles]

Miguel: You know, she really likes you. I an, she smiles, like, every time she looks at you.

Charity: Hmm.

Kay: I wish your baby would do her thing and zap the living daylights out of you know who.

Tabitha: Shh, shh. Be careful what you say around endora. My little demonita is precocious enough as it is.

Miguel: You all done, maria? You full?

Charity: Hey. Oh, my gosh -- miguel!

Charity: That's impossible.

Miguel: What's impossible?

Charity: The -- the bottle, the one sitting on the counter. It was just floating through the air on its own.

Kay: What bottle? This one?

Charity: You had to have seen it, kay. You, too, tabitha.

Tabitha: I'm sorry, dear. I don't know what you're talking about.

Charity: You -- you did see it, kay. That's why you grabbed it from the air, isn't it?

Kay: You're seeing things again. Maybe it's one of those visions you get.

Charity: Absolutely not. Look, I saw something from the corner of my eye, I look up, and it's the bottle floating through the air towards endora.

Tabitha: Oh, wouldn't that be something if that's all it took to get my baby fed? You know, I bet I know what it was. You came in here from the bright outdoors and your eyes haven't adjusted to the dim lighting here in my kitchen.

Kay: Either that or you're losing your mind.

Charity: No. I know what I W.W.

Kay: What you think you saw, ok? There are four adults in this room, and you're the only one who saw the flying bottle. What does that tell you, charity?

Charity: It seemed so real.

Miguel: I mean, someone else would have seen it, charity.

Charity: Yeah. You know what? You're right. I just imagined it.

Theresa: Ok, just please, don't go. Let me just say goodbye to my son.

Clarice: You had your chance.

Theresa: I know. I -- I'm sorry. I lost control. I was just -- I was shocked, I wasn't thinking straight, I am now. Can I just talk to him for a minute, please?

Clarice: If you're trying to put off the inevitable --

theresa: I'm not, ok? I understand now. You're doing your job, that's all. And if I don't like what's happening, I have to go to court and I got to fight for my child that way.

Clarice: Now you're talking sense.

Theresa: It's -- it's just that little ethan, he's never been away from either me or his grandmother, so I just think he's just going to be scared, you know? Is there any way that I could just pack up a few of his favorite things so that he won't be so alone and so confused?

Clarice: All right, all right. I suppose it couldn't hurt.

Theresa: Ok. Thank you.

Theresa: His blanky. Oh, his teddy named teddy.

Theresa: And this is his favorite story to go to sleep to at night. It's "winnie the pooh," and he can't sleep unless he hears this, ok?

Clarice: I'll make a note of that in his file.

Theresa: This is his pediatrician's phone number and my cell in case he gets upset and you -- you can't calm him down.

Clice: We know how to calm down upset children. That's our job.

Theresa: I'm his mother, ok? I'm the one that he responds best to.

Theresa: I love you. And you know what? Don't you forget about me no matter what happens, because I'm going to be with you again. I will. I promise.

Jessica: I am so sorry, daddy.

Sam: Thank you, sweetheart.

Jessica: At least you still have one grandchild -- kay's daughter, maria.

Sam: Thank god for that.

Whitney: I feel so sorry for gwen. How does a mother ever get over losing her child?

Fox: Especially when she blames the death on her husband's ex-girlfriend.

Whitney: Well, I mean, I feel sorry for theresa, too. She had no idea that ethan and gwen were in L.A. When she came to see me. In fact, this was the first time ever that she was trying to get away from them so that gwen could get through her difficult pregnancy and be with her husband.

Fox: Gwen's never going to believe that as long as she lives.

Rebecca: I know you don't believe me now, but you aren't going to feel this bad forever. And it is going to do you a world of good to see theresa get what she deserves.

Gwen: You know, I never liked your tactics, mother. But in this case, I will make an exception.

Antonio: Sheridan, let me take you home now.

Sheridan: No. No. I have to be here for gwen. I can't leave my best friend in her saddest hour.

Beth: Sheridan, I just want you to know that I'm thinking about you today, too. I can't imagine what you and gwen have had to suffer.

Shididan: Thank you, beth.

Beth: And I told luis, if there's anything, anything at all I can do to help, I'm here.

Sheridan: I can't think of anything, but I appreciate it. You know, you've really been a great friend. I know this hasn't been easy for you.

Beth: No.

Mrs. Wallace: Where does that daughter of mine get her nerve, huh?

Beth: Oh. Cemeteries are such creepy places, don't you think?

Sheridan: Not really. I mean, I guess maybe because my mother died when I was so young. I used to go visit her when I was a little girl at the crane family mausoleum. I'd have these long conversations with her about whatever was bothering me. Just being close to her was always so comforting.

Beth: Oh. How touching. Do you still have these mother-daughter chats with her?

Sheridan: No, not for ages. I miss them, though --

beth: Yeah.

Sheridan: Especially now.

Beth: I can imagine. You know, we're so close to the mausoleum right now. You could go pay a visit. Maybe a little respite from the sadness of the funeral would help.

Sheridan: You know, that's a good idea. Thanks, beth.

Beth: Sure. Would you excuse me? I think my mother needs something.

Sheridan: Yeah.

Beth: You watch the baby. I'gogoing to be busy for a little while.

Mrs. Wallace: Wait, wait! You're not planning to kill sheridan today, are you?

Beth: Let's just put it this way -- everyone in harmony is already dressed for a funeral. This way they don't have to change clothes.

miguel: You're still not convinced, are you?

Charity: I know it doesn't make any sense, and if nobody else saw endora's bottle floating through the air, then obviously I'm mistaken.

Miguel: You know, I think tabitha hit the nail right on the head, you know? I think that your eyes were just playing a trick on you.

Tabitha: Hmm. Very funny, endora, but you mustn't do things like that in front of company. You could get us into heaps of trouble.

Kay: Now what do I do? How do I get rid of charity before I have to leave?

Tabitha: That, my dear, is up to you.

Charity: I almost forgot. I have a sprprise for the two of you.

Kay: Oh, goody.

Tabitha: And what would that be, dearie?

Charity: Well, I know that the two of you haven't had that much time with your new babies to decorate for the holiday season, so --

tabitha: Oh, charity, I'm not really that big on christmas.

Charity: What are you talking about? Christmas is the best time of the year. I think everybody just needs a little help getting into the christmas spirit.

Miguel: What'd you do, charity?

Charity: Well, I went to the christmas tree lot, and I picked out a tree and some decorations, and I think that the tree deliverers are right here, so let's go let them in. Come on, tabitha.

Miguel: Is she something or what?

Charity: Hi!

Man: Hello.

Charity: Ok, through here and then we're going to take them into the living room, so --

tabitha: Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

Charity: Thank you!

Man: You're welcome.

Charity: What's the matter?

Tabitha: Nothing, nothing, nothing!

Tabitha: Oh.

Clarice: Time's up. We have to go now.

Theresa: Ok, where are you going to go? Where are you going to take him?

Clarice: For the time being, a foster home.

Theresa: You know, strange people that he doesn't even know. He's going to be frightened. I mean, who are they? Where do they live?

Clarice: That, my dear, is something we cannot tell you. The whole int here is to protect the little fellow from your questionable influence. We'll be in touch when we've reached a further determination about your son's future living circumstances.

Theresa: And when is that going to be? When am I going to see him again?

Clarice: Well, that'll be up to the judge who hears the case.

Theresa: I feel like I'm in the middle of this horrifying nightmare and it just can't be happening.

Clarice: It's happening, all right.

Theresa: But why? You know I'm a good mother. Everybody who knows me knows that I am, and -- whoever did this, it must be somebody who hates me. I just can't imagine anyone despising me that much.

Rebecca: Any moment now, we should be hearing from child protective services that our mission is accomplished.

Julian: And if not, we'll no doubt hear theresa's screams for her child all the way from her mother's house.

Rebecca: One can only hope. I would just love to hear that little harlot wail.

S.S. Wallace: I don't understand, precious. I don'T. How did I give birth to such a vicious, cold-hearted daughter? A caring, compassionate person such as myself, huh?

Antonio: Sheridan, I don't want you going anywhere by yourself.

Sheridan: Antonio, please. I just want to go visit my mother's resting place for a few minutes.

Luis: I'll come with you.

Antonio: No. If anybody's going to go with her, it's going to be me.

Sheridan: Look, both of you, please? I just want to go do this alone.

Eve: Why don't you just respect sheridan's wishes? I think it'll be good for her to get away from gwen's baby's gravesite for a minute.

Luis: If you say so.

Antonio: All right.

Luis: Sheridan, just don't be gone for long, ok?

Antonio: I'll be right here waiting for you when you get back.

Sheridan: Thank you. I'll be back in time for the service.

Beth: Ok. I know the ones I put down by the cliff work, but I better check this one out, too.

[Baby cries]

Beth: Oh, perfect! Now, all I have to do is set up a few more speakers along the path down to the cliffs. Sheridan will be like hansel and gretel following the bread crumbs, only she's going to end up dead. E's no job too big

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Singer: You are my passion for life

charity: I think it should go over there. Yeah?

Miguel: Yeah?

Charity: Ok.

Miguel: You're really sweet to have thought of this.

Kay: I hope she picked up some christmas tree lights so I can use them to strangle her.

Tabitha: I don't care what you do as long as you get that damned tree out of my living room! Look at my hand.

Kay: Oh, my gosh. Are you allergic to evergreens?

Tabitha: No, kay. I'm allergic to christmas and everything related to the christmas spirit!

Kay: But you had a tree other christmases. My family bought you one. Of course, I didn't know you were a witch from the dark side back then.

Tabitha: Yes, well, that was a wretched experience and one I don't intend to repeat this season. Besides, I didn't have endora then. She'll have the same negative reaction as me to all this holiday cheer. The only difference is she won't be able to cover up her feelings, because she's only a baby. I can't afford to have her act up and give us away.

Kay: It's not like I want that stupid tree around, either. Oh, but leave it up to charity to butt in whenever she's not wanted.

Tabitha: You don't seem to understand the gravity of the situation, kay. If the boys in the basement get wind of that tree and any other grotesque ornamentation that girl has in mind, we'll be in deep trouble!

Kay: Well, just tell them it wasn't our idea.

Tabitha: They don't exactly listen to reason down there. No, this is a real problem in the making.

Kay: Oh, you worry about them, and I'm going to go worry about charity and miguel. I just got to figure out how to pry them apart.

Tabitha: Huh! Good luck with that!

Kay: Damn her! I have never hated someone so much in my whole life.

Theresa: I love little ethan, and I wouldn't hurt him in any way. Can you tell me who filed the complaint?

Clarice: I'm afraid that's privileged information as well.

Theresa: Well, how am I supposed to defend myself against these false charges when I don't even know who's accusing me?

Clarice: I'm sure the identity of the complainant will be revealed in time, but now we really have to go.

Theresa: Just a few minutes longer, please. I'm begging you.

Officer: Ma'am, you heard ms. Robbins. Please stand back. Don't make this any harder on your little boy than it already is.

Theresa: Ok, wait.

Clarice: Now what?

Theresa: Wait here. Please, could you just -- could you just keep this close to him so that he doesn't forget me? Honey, if you start missing mommy, I want you to just look at that picture, ok, and I want you to know that I love you with all of my heart and I'm going to be with you as soon as I can. I promise, ok?

Clarice: That really is enough.

Theresa: I love you, sweetheart. I love you. Mommy and you are going to be together soon, I promise.

Little ethan: Mommy!

Mommy!

Theresa: Oh, my baby! My precious baby!

Father lonigan: Are you ready to begin the service?

Ethan: Gwen? We're ready, father.

Father lonigan: If everyone will please be seated, we will begin.

Father lonigan: There is no sadder occasion than the death of an innocent baby, a baby taken from us --

mrs. Wallace: I know something sadder -- giving birth to a monster. And that's what beth is -- a cold-blooded, murdering monster.

Beth: I've got all the speakers in place. Now, to wait for mommy. Like clockwork.

[Baby crs]S]

Sheridan: What's that? Y, seven are left, w

father lonigan: Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Antonio: What are you looking for?

Father lonigan: Give us this day --

luis: Sheridan said she'd be back in time for the service.

Antonio: Yeah, well, you know what? I heard her, and I'm sure she will be. But eve said she needed some time away from the gravesite, so she went to spend some time with her mother at her grave. And she needs some space right now.

Luis: I don't have a problem with that. You?

[Baby cries]

Sheridan: Is that a baby crying? Oh, it couldn't be. There's no one around. Is there a baby in the mausoleum?

Theresa: My baby. He's going to be so scared. There's got to be something that I can do.

Theresa: Hi. This is theresa lopez fitzgerald. I'm looking for luis. Is he on duty? No, of course. Yes, I'm just upset. I forgot what day it was. He's at the funeral. Ok, I'll just try him again on his cell phone. Thank you so much. Oh, gosh, his phone -- it's still not turned on. I need help. Ethan. Ethan. Ethan's going to help me.

Charity: Mmm. What are you doing?

Miguel: Kissing you under the mistletoe.

Charity: This is not mistletoe. This is a branch.

Miguel: All right, you caught me.

Charity: Well, you know, you don't need mistletoe for me to want to kiss you.

Miguel: Oh, no?

Charity: Mmm. I love christmas. Don't you?

Miguel: Always. And this one's really special, with maria. Hey, kay, why don't you guys bring the babies out here while we decorate?

Kay: Be there in a minute, miguel.

Tabitha: Just getting some refreshments.

Kay: I want to strangle the mousy blond, not give her eggnog.

Tabitha: I don't care what you do to her as long as you get that bloody tree out of my living room before something terrible happens.

Miguel and charity:

On the first day of christmas my true love gave to me

tabitha: Oh, the pain! The pain! I can't stand the pain!

[Endora cries]

Miguel and charity: N n the second day of christmas my true love gave to me two turtledoves and a partridge

tabitha: Oh! Look what that horrible caterwauling is making endora do!

Miguel: What happened?

Kay: Oh, I dropped a pan.

Charity: You mean several?

Kay: Yeah, right. Several.

Theresa: Listen, endora, I hate christmas music as much as you do, but you mustn't act up when we have civilians in the house. Charity is as suspicious enough as it is.

Miguel: Well, as long as that's all it was -- are you guys coming or not?

Kay: Yeah, I'm just going to clean up this mess, but you two start without us.

Miguel: All right.

Kay: I hate her. I hate her. I hate her! I wish she were dead.

Tabitha: You mustn't say things like that around endora. She doesn't understand that you're just kidding.

Kay: Who's kidding? There's nothing I'd like more than to see charity dead.

P laesndenem, ea weom anyo

[Charity hums "deck the halls"]

Charity: What's that for?

Miguel: I just love seeing you so happy.

Charity: I am happy. Every once in a while, I get scared that maria's going to change everything and that you won't have time for this relationship.

Miguel: Never. I love my daughter, but I love you, too. Nothing's ever going to take me away from you again. I'm going to go get the rest of the lights for the christmas tree.

Charity: Ok.

Miguel: All right.

Charity: Hmm.

[Charity hums]

Tabitha: Oh, when will it stop? In hades' name, when will it ever stop?

Kay: Whoa! Your daughter's out of control, tabitha.

Tabitha: Oh, can you blame her with that awful screeching coming from next door? But you're right. It won't do. Endora, as horrific as those sounds are, you have to listen to mommy, darling. Yes. No more lightning bolts. No flying pots and pans. No anything, ok?

Kay: Can I borrow endora for a minute?

Tabitha: For what, may I ask?

Kay: Oh, you'll see. I'm going to ask charity to watch her for a while.

Tabitha: Oh -- kay -- kay, I'm not sure that that's a good idea.

Kay: Oh, with any luck, endora will set her on fire and put an end to our misery.

Luis: Sheridan should be back by now.

Antonio: Well, you know what? If anybody's going to go look for her, it's me. I am her husband.

Pilar: You know, both of you should take eve's advice. Sheridan has been through enough today with all the reminders of her baby. She needs her time alone.

[Baby cries]

Sheridan: I'm sure that's a baby crying. Oh, my god. Oh, god, that's my baby!

Beth: This is almost too easy.

Father lonigan: "I am the resurrection and the life, saith the lord. He who believeth in me --"

gwen: This can't be really happening! Our baby's dead!

Theresa: Ethan! Ethan, where are you? Ethan! Ethan, where are you? Ethan, I need your help!

Ivy: Oh, do you believe that theresa's crashing the baby's funeral?

Theresa: No! No!

Pilar: What's wrong?

[Theresa sobs]

Rebecca: Actually, yes, I can. I've been expecting something just like this.

Pilar: Por favor --

theresa: It's little ethan! No! No! He's been kidnapped! He's been kidnapded! Let me go! Ethan, help me! Help me! Ethan, please help me!

Oh, let me go! No! Ethan!

Rebecca: Our granddaughter's death will be avenged. Theresa is going to pay very dearly for what she's done.

Theresa: Ethan, help me!

Beth: Go on, sheridan. You're almost to the end, to the end of your life.

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