Passions Transcript Friday 2/18/05 [an error occurred while processing this directive]

Passions Transcript Friday 2/18/05
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By Boo
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Ethan: I think Gwen is up there around the cabin. We need to get search teams up there immediately. Yeah, Rebecca is probably helping Gwen try to escape. Ok. Ok, thanks.

Theresa: They've got to find them.

Pilar: Mija, this is good news, see? Thanks to Ethan, now at least we know where Gwen and the baby were.

Ethan: Listen, don't worry. Don't worry. Right now, my dad is on the radio. He's getting search teams together. They're going to comb that whole area up there by the cabin. They're going to find them.

Theresa: They have to. We can't lose our baby.

Rebecca: Yes, Captain, that's two passengers. Look, you'd better have that jet fueled up and ready to go by the time I get to the airport or you're going to be flying cargo down to Antarctica. No, out of the country. Look, I don't have time to give you the details right now. Look, I know you're new, but I'm going to give you a tip -- I am Mrs. Julian Crane, and when I say "jump," I want to see the soles of your feet or else. Well, look, I'll give you the flight plan when I get there. Oh, and hook up the baby seat, all right? Oh, god. Must I do everything myself?

Gwen: Mother, are you going somewhere?

Rebecca: No, honey, you are, you and that beautiful little baby. The Crane jet is going to take the two of you out of the country.

Gwen: Oh! Well, that sounds so nice! Where are we going?

Rebecca: Neverland, at this rate. Honey, well, we'll just work that all out later, ok? Oh, my god, I bet that goody-goody Ethan has called the police by now. Oh, I can't let Gwen go back to jail or she's going to lose her mind forever.

Gwen: Oh, you know what? I think your grandmama's so silly. Your mommy's never been in jail in her whole entire life.

Rebecca: You know, honey, if you must, it's grand-mere, ok?

Gwen: You know what, I don't care where we go as long as I'm never separated from my sweet Ashley again. It's ok, baby.

Rebecca: That's the plan, sweetie.

Gwen: Ok.

Rebecca: My god, I have got to get Gwen to the airport now.

Katherine: Oh, my god, Martin. Have you been here long?

Martin: Long enough. Long enough to hear everything.

Alistair: You attacked Luis so that Sheridan would bond very, very tightly to him, right?

Katherine: Yes. Now I can disappear as we've planned. I'll never see Sheridan and Martin again.

Martin: Are you going to tell me why, Katherine?

Beth: Hi, baby! There's my boy! Come on, let's go home. Ok, let's go home.

Sheridan: Wait a minute. What are you doing?

Beth: I am taking my son, Marty.

Sheridan: No. No, Marty is mine! He's my son!

Luis: Sheridan, you're wrong!

Sheridan: No, give him to me! Give him to me now!

Beth: Don't you touch him!

Sheridan: Beth, please, give me my son back! Please, Marty is my son! He's not yours!

Luis: Sheridan, stop it! He's Beth's son! Damn it!

Sheridan: Give him back!

Beth: No, no! He's mine!

Sheridan: This is my son! Give me my son!

Beth: You give him back!

Sheridan: Marty! No! Oh, my god! No! No, it's ok.

Luis: Sheridan?

Sheridan: It's ok.

Luis: What is it? Did you have another nightmare?

Sheridan: Luis, I have to see Marty, and I have to see him right now.

Mrs. Wallace: You are such a smart boy! Look what you did, huh? Three kings, precious. Read 'em and weep. What, what? Oh, tarnation. We have been skunked again. Hmm. Five aces? Precious, you should be ashamed of yourself, cheating on the little toddler! Here we go.

Beth: You know, you cheated when you taught me poker.

Mrs. Wallace: Well, duh. You were 5. Hey, what you doing there?

Beth: A little research.

Mrs. Wallace: Uh-oh. What kind of research?

Beth: Take a look.

Mrs. Wallace: "How to commit the perfect --"

Beth: I have got to figure out the best way to kill Sheridan Crane.

Mrs. Wallace: You are still trying to find a way to kill Sheridan?

Beth: Of course.

Mrs. Wallace: Oh, no. Marty, don't you pay any attention to her. Don't you listen.

Beth: Honey, just go play with your blocks, ok? Here we go.

Mrs. Wallace: Psst!

Beth: What?

Mrs. Wallace: You are still planning to kill his mother while he is in the room? Oh, you are insane! Why am I shocked? I don't know. She makes Saddam Hussein look like Santa Claus.

Beth: It's your fault that I have to kill Sheridan.

Mrs. Wallace: What, me?

Beth: Yeah. You keep harping on and on about how "Sheridan's going to figure out Marty's her son!" Well, ok, what if she does and what if she convinces Luis? They're going to take Marty away from me. They're going to send me to prison. Fat chance, hairball. No, the only way to stop Sheridan is to get rid of her -- permanently.

Mrs. Wallace: But murder, Bethie? What kind of an example are you setting for Marty?

Beth: Mother, I'm doing this for him, and I'm going to figure out a way so that nobody suspects me, but she's got to die.

Sheridan: Luis, I have to see Marty right now.

Luis: Sheridan, I'm sure that Marty's asleep by now, ok? Besides that, last time you went over to Beth's, you saw little Marty, you got all upset and you got Beth all upset, and that's just not fair to her, either.

Sheridan: Luis, I had a horrible dream. You were there, and so was Beth and Marty.

Luis: A dream?

Sheridan: It was a nightmare. And Marty was hurt, and I just want to make sure that he's all right.

Luis: Well, I'm sure that he's fine.

Sheridan: Where are my clothes?

Luis: Sheridan -- hey. Sheridan, hey, I got an idea -- why don't we just call them instead, ok?

Sheridan: Luis, I am going with or without you.

Luis: Sheridan, what happened, ok? When we talked before last time, you believed me that Marty was not our son. What's changed?

Sheridan: I do believe you. You gave me your word. It's just that I can't stop thinking about him.

Luis: Well, Sheridan, we talked about this, ok? The reason is most likely Gwen kidnapped Theresa's baby and it's brought back emotional memories of us losing our child. I don't want to see you go over there and see little Marty and get all upset again, ok? Sheridan, he is not our son.

Sheridan: You don't have to keep telling me that.

Luis: Why don't -- we'll just go for a walk instead, ok? You know, I'm sure that some fresh air will do you good.

Sheridan: Luis, you just don't understand. I'm going to see Marty. I'm going to go see him right now.

Katherine: Martin, I --

Martin: Why are you talking to this creep? Why are you alone with a man who raped you, who tried to rape you again just the other day, who abused you over and over again when you were his wife?

Alistair: She's still my wife.

Martin: Hey, shut up! Get away from her.

Katherine: Martin, Martin, please take a walk with me. Tell me how Theresa and the baby are. Did you talk with Luis? Please walk with me.

Martin: All right, but I don't want him around!

Alistair: Oh, you know, I've had this funny feeling for a long time that this is my estate, but, you know, that really doesn't matter because I have a plane to catch and it's the last plane, it's my last chance.

Martin: Wait, he has a plane to catch? Alistair has his own fleet of planes at his disposal. They wait for him. What the hell's going on here? Something's not right.

Gwen: Your grandma's never driven this fast, sweetheart. It's like NASCAR.

Rebecca: Honey, I just want to get you and Jan-- Ashley to the airport as soon as I can so the two of you can have a nice, restful trip.


Rebecca: Oh, my god. Oh, my god, now they're on to us?

Gwen: Isn't this fun? Isn't this fun, sweetheart?


Gwen: Oh, Grandma must be going about 100 miles an hour. Mother, do you really think it's safe to drive this fast with a baby in the car?

Rebecca: Yeah, don't worry, honey. We'll be stopping soon.

Gwen: Whoa! That cop car was going even faster than we were.

Rebecca: Yeah. They must be after some major criminal. Of course, I got her right here. Okey-dokey, honey, we're on our way to the airport. I got to get you on that plane and away before someone tries to arrest you.

Gwen: Arrest me? Mother, why would anyone want to arrest me? You know, your grandmama's being such a silly, silly-billy. She's so silly.

Theresa: Ethan, have you thought of a way to help Chief Bennett find Gwen and Jane?

Ethan: Maybe. Can -- can I use your computer?

Theresa: Absolutely.

Ethan: I don't know, but I may have figured out a way to find out where Gwen's going.

Beth: There's so many methods to choose from. How am I ever going to decide the best way to kill Sheridan? All right, drowning, arson, poison. Oh! A trash compactor.

Mrs. Wallace: A trash compactor is so messy, Bethie.

Beth: Yeah, that's true. You know what? There has got to be a way that I can kill her without it leading back to me.

Luis: What do we got?

Officer: Swan dive from her penthouse on the 30th floor. Jumped, fell, pushed. Nice suit.

Luis: Thanks. Italian summer-weight wool.

Luis: Yeah, I'm going to go with pushed. Glove doesn't match the outfit, so she wasn't alone. Shame. Such a pretty girl. Any witnesses?

Officer: Nah, not until she bounced.

Luis: Well, you know the drill. Get statements from everyone in the building. Start at the top, work your way down.

Luis: That's not couture. It's just off the rack.

Luis: What? She's the killer? Hey, lady. Hey. You missing a glove?

Beth: Oh, well, that's crazy talk. Everyone wears just one lately.

Luis: Yeah, maybe in the East Village. Not on this side of town. Well, looks like we got a pair.

Beth: Ok. Yeah, copper, I pushed her. I would do anything to get my hands on her penthouse. It's rent controlled!

Luis: Yeah, same old story. You're going downtown. Hey, nice job, detective. An extra banana in your pay packet next month. Let's go.

Beth: Traitor.

Luis: You still think that Marty's our son, don't you?

Sheridan: No. I just want to see him. I want to give him something.

Luis: What?

Sheridan: Abigail.

Luis: The teddy bear?

Sheridan: Yes. This bear gave me so much comfort when I was a child and didn't have my mother, and I just -- I hope that it can bring Marty the same comfort.

Luis: No, I don't think that's a good idea. Sheridan, I don't want you getting all upset again.

Sheridan: Luis, you have told me over and over that Marty is not my son, that he is your son with Beth. And I know who Marty is. I know in here Marty is your son, and I'm not going to go over there and upset Beth or myself. Really, I just want to see Marty.

Pilar: So what are you doing, Ethan?

Ethan: Well, even though Gwen's had some mental difficulties --

Theresa: She's a homicidal maniac.

Ethan: She's ill, but she's still smart. Rebecca's smart, too, and if she's trying to help Gwen escape, she's going to make travel plans. So if Rebecca made any kind of car arrangements, flight arrangements, she might not know that Alistair insists of posting all that kind of information on his private Crane website, and I still have the passwords.

Theresa: You think that you can find them?

Ethan: I'm sure going to try.

Beth: Well, it's too difficult to decide. There must be thousands of ways that I could off that simpering, blonde ninny! Cement overshoes. Plain old gunfire. A piano wire. Piano wire? That could be -- that could be fun.

Mrs. Wallace: Remind me to keep my bedroom door locked.

Beth: Ha! Wait, this is it, this is it! Listen, listen -- "due to the lack of nerves in the muscles in the back, someone could be stabbed in certain spots with a sharp, stiletto-like object and never know that they were wounded for several hours, but their death is assured"! Yeah, this is it! I could take out Sheridan in a crowded room. She would never know it, but she would die hours later -- and no one would suspect me!

Mrs. Wallace: Pancreas. Yep, normal. Hey, hey, hey. What have we here?

Luis: Found a clue?

Mrs. Wallace: Nah, just an organ I've never seen before. Mystery meat. I must've been playing hooky that day. Ok, now the liver. Oh, that reminds me. Hey, detective, what do you say you and I, we go out for a little liver and onions later, huh?

Mrs. Wallace: Oh, oh, oh. Honey, honey, come on, come on, don't let it get to you, ok? Come on, you. She's just trying to tell us who killed her from beyond the grave. Come on over. Come on over and help me turn her over. Come on, honey. Ok, gently now. Look at that. Look at that. Did you see that? That is probably what killed her.

Luis: That little thing?

Mrs. Wallace: Yeah. That puncture wound was made by a tiny, stiletto-type weapon. Poor thing. Probably just didn't even feel a thing.

Luis: Who could've done such an evil thing?

Mrs. Wallace: Ah! There's your murderer, Luis! Oh, look. Look! There's the murder weapon!

Luis: Hmm. Yeah. You're going down, lady.

Beth: Traitor!

Mrs. Wallace: Traitor? You are nuts, missy, completely nuts! Where do you get it from? Certainly not my side of the family.

Beth: Oh, ho-ho, well, maybe if you could figure out who my father was, you could find out. Now, shut the hell up! I have got to figure out how to kill Sheridan!

Mrs. Wallace: Ooh.

Sheridan: Well, Luis, I'm going to see Marty. Are you coming with me?

Luis: All right. Please do not start with Beth --

Sheridan: I know, I know. You've already told me that Marty is not my son and that I shouldn't get upset, and I won't because I know exactly who he is.

Luis: All right. I'm going to get my coat.

Sheridan: Great.

Sheridan: I know exactly who Marty is, Luis. He's your son -- and mine.

Martin: Tell me what's going on. Why are you out here alone with Alistair? Has he threatened you again?

Katherine: Martin, no.

Martin: Because if you have, you're dead. Now, you have no reason to talk to her -- none. You stay the hell away!

Alistair: You're an imbecile. You know that? Do you truly want to know for a fact why Katherine came to me? It might shock you.

Katherine: Alistair, no.

Alistair: You know, I'll tell you something, Martin -- it gives me great pleasure and joy to see you in pain. But right now, I want you to shut up and listen, and I'll tell you why Katherine came to see me -- exactly why.

Martin: Come on, Crane, what do you have to say? You don't frighten me anymore.

Alistair: I don't? You know, people who have underestimated me in the past met their doom. But let's get back to why Katherine came to see me.

Katherine: Alistair, no, please.

Alistair: You know, I am getting sick and tired of you both. Leave Harmony and stay gone forever.

Martin: Darling, what didn't you want Alistair to tell me? Why are you talking to him, anyway?

Katherine: Darling, I didn't want you to know this, but I asked Alistair to please leave Luis and Sheridan alone. They deserve to be happy. Every bit of suffering they've had has been because of Alistair's hatred of me.

Martin: Yeah, he's a creep.

Katherine: And I also asked him to please, please leave your children alone, also. And I asked for a promise -- don't pursue us when we leave Harmony, to just let us disappear when we leave.

Martin: Yeah, but, Katherine, I thought that we settled all this. I want to stay. I mean, we talked about this at the Seascape.

Katherine: Really, Martin? I thought staying in Harmony was just a lovely idea.

Martin: Why should it be? And listen, I'm sorry, but asking Alistair to refrain from hurting others is just a waste of breath. If we stay, we can watch over our children ourselves.

Alistair: Oh, Katherine, now, just how are you going to get out of this one, hmm?

Beth: Darn it! There's got to be a way that I can kill Sheridan and not get blamed for it.

Mrs. Wallace: Oh, he will blame you! You cannot escape his wrath, missy! He knows all.

Beth: Well, I wish he would tell me, how do I knock off Sheridan?

Mrs. Wallace: That is blasphemy! What sin haven't you committed?

Beth: That's it. Suicide. Thank you, Mother! That is so perfect!

Mrs. Wallace: No, no, no, precious, don't encourage her. I mean, Bethie's done a lot of things that are wrong, but she's still my Bethie. Besides, it's going to be bad enough when the authorities give her a lethal injection, which is going to be any day now.

Beth: Not me, you morons -- Sheridan. I'm going to kill Sheridan and make it look like a suicide. No one's going to suspect me.

Mrs. Wallace: How can you do that?

Beth: Watch. It's perfect. Look, everyone knows Sheridan's got a few loose screws, right? Ok, how long was she in the loony bin? Plus, now she's still really depressed after losing her baby, and then finding out that her supposedly dead mother actually abandoned her to run off with Luis' father? Oh, please. I know what a horrible mother can do to your psyche. If she killed herself, nobody would be surprised, not even Luis. Just -- I've got to figure out how to get close enough to her to do it, you know? I mean, I guess I could just invite her over here and make her feel worse about Marty.

[Knock on door]

Beth: Oh, now what?

Beth: Oh, Sheridan, Luis. What are you doing here?

Luis: We're here for --

Sheridan: We're here for Marty.

Beth: Wait, I thought we were past this.

Luis: No, Sheridan knows that Marty isn't her son, Beth.

Sheridan: I just want to give Marty my teddy bear, Abigail. I mean, she's always meant so much to me, and I just want him to have her.

Beth: Well, I don't know if that's --

Mrs.. Wallace: Oh, yeah, I think that's a sweet idea! As a matter of fact, why don't you go on, take Marty into the kitchen, and give him a cookie, too?

Sheridan: Thank you. Hey, buddy. I have a gift for you.

Luis: Thanks for being so understanding. She's troubled tonight.

Beth: Oh, no problem. Why don't you sit down?

Luis: Thanks. Good evening. Precious, what's this?

Mrs. Wallace: It's a Valentine's Day card. Precious wanted to give it to you personally.

Luis: Ah.

Mrs. Wallace: She's so shy.

Luis: How sweet. Wow. Thank you, Precious. That is very sweet of you.

Beth: Talk about perfect timing. Did you see how depressed Sheridan was tonight? I'm going to fake her death, make it look like a suicide. No one is ever going to suspect murder. Talk about pure genius.

Mrs. Wallace: Talk about pure evil.

Pilar: So, have you found any travel arrangements anywhere for Gwen?

Ethan: I'm in the site now. Oh, god. This is not good. It's not good at all.

Rebecca: Come on, buddy, shake a leg! Get out here!

Pilot: What is all the ruckus?

Rebecca: Oh, my. So you're the new pilot?

Pilot: Yes, ma'am, Captain Ladish.

Rebecca: Yeah, well, look, I want this plane out of U.S. airspace ASAP. I gave you orders.

Capt. Ladish: Yes, ma'am, you did, but the only person who can order this plane into the air is Mr. Alistair Crane, and I've yet to hear a word from him.

Rebecca: Well, that's preposterous!

Capt. Ladish: Well, I'm sorry, ma'am, but until I hear from Mr. Crane, the plane stays on the ground.

Theresa: What have you found?

Ethan: There's a jet that is fueled and ready for takeoff.

Theresa: Oh, my god, you don't think that Gwen is taking Jane on the Crane jet?

Ethan: You've got it.

Rebecca: Now, look here, I am Mrs. Julian Crane and I have flown this jet all over the world shopping. I mean, why can't I leave now?

Capt. Ladish: When one of the jets blew up, Mr. Crane changed the authorization procedures. He and only he approves trips now.

Gwen: Oh, well, that's too bad. I guess we'll have to take Ashley home to Ethan now, huh?

Rebecca: No, no, don't you worry, darling. She is leaving the country.

Capt. Ladish: Well, not until Mr. Crane says she is. Those are the rules.

Rebecca: Oh. Well, rules are made to be broken, Captain Ladish. Or shall I say Ladish? You know, you really do disappoint me. I mean, I've always wanted ever so much to ride in the cockpit, push all those big buttons, make those engines roar.

Capt. Ladish: Really?

Rebecca: Oh, absolutely. I mean, to be the master of such powerful machinery.

Capt. Ladish: Well, um, you know, maybe we could bend Mr. Crane's rules.

Rebecca: Hmm. Well, you know, we could take a long, hard look at your manuals. Shall we?

Capt. Ladish: I could -- I could open that up for you in the cockpit.

Rebecca: Oh. Well, I can't wait to give you a hands-on -- well, some help with your preflight procedures.

Rebecca: Ok, honey, don't worry, you two just get comfortable, ok? Mama's going to take care of everything. And once the pilot takes off, we can leave.

Gwen: Ok. Ok.

Rebecca: So why don't you show me why they call it a joystick?

Katherine: We can't stay in Harmony, Martin. Our presence makes life worse for everyone we love.

Martin: Yeah, I suppose it's just a dream. But wouldn't you love to stay, you know, make it up to our families, make it all work?

Katherine: I'd love to stay in Harmony.

Alistair: Listen to those lies drip from those sweet lips.

Martin: I'm useless to Theresa and Pilar. I desperately want to help them find my granddaughter, but they don't want me to help.

Katherine: Why don't you try again, Martin? Go to Theresa and Pilar and just try to do anything you can to help.

Martin: Well, yeah, but shouldn't we get ready for --

Katherine: No, I think that you should do that first. We can always make our plans to leave later.

Martin: You're remarkable. So selfless. Always thinking about me instead of taking care of yourself. I love you so much, honey. Come here.

Katherine's voice: I pray you'll still feel that way, Martin, when you realize I've left you forever.

Mrs. Wallace: Look at them, Precious. It just tears me apart to see a mother separated from her son. I don't know how -- I don't know how I am going to get through this evening knowing my evil, devil spawn Bethie is going to kill that lovely, lovely girl. Oh, Precious. A girl after my own heart. You are an angel from heaven, honey, an angel from heaven. Ah. Perfect. Poor, poor Sheridan.

Sheridan: Hey, Marty -- I know a secret. I know a big secret. I'm your mommy. And you're my son. Luis doesn't believe it just yet. That's why I have to hide my feelings. But I know that I'm right. My heart tells me so. I just have to be able to prove it and get you away from Beth. You like her, don't you? Yeah. I knew that you would. Her name is Abigail, and I love her so dearly. My mother -- your grandmother, yeah -- she gave her to me, and now I want you to have her. Someday -- someday, I'll prove that you're my son.

Luis: What are you working on?

Beth: Oh, it's a surprise for you.

Luis: For me, huh? Will I find out what it is soon?

Beth: Um -- very soon, I hope.

Luis: Cool. You know, Sheridan was dead set on coming here tonight. She had to see little Marty. It worries me.

Beth: Poor thing. She did seem really depressed.

Luis: Yeah. But you know what? She's going to get through this, you watch. She's a survivor.

Beth: You know -- ahem -- when I was pregnant with Marty, I read a lot about mothers on the internet and what happens when they lose a child. It's this terrible depression.

Luis: Yeah. Well, Sheridan's strong. She'll be all right.

Beth: Sometimes -- so I read -- it's the strongest women that are at the most risk because they hide so much. I hate to bring this up, but they say that someone like Sheridan, in her situation --

Luis: What?

Beth: Well, they sometimes take their own life.

Luis: Beth, don't even think that.

Beth: I know, I'm sorry, Luis. It's just what I read. Sometimes women who lose their children, they kill themselves.

Beth: Do you think Sheridan would ever kill herself?

Theresa: Ok, the jet is fueled, so we have to go the airport. We have to stop Gwen before she takes our daughter out of Harmony.

Ethan: We'll stop her, I swear. I'll get your coat.

Theresa: Ok.

Pilar: I'll come, too. I'm going to call Debbie across the street so she can watch little Ethan.

Theresa: Thank you, Mama.

Pilar: Vamos. I pray to god we're in time.

Rebecca: Ooh. You know, I am long-standing member of the mile-high club, Captain Ladish, but playtime on the runway is a first for me.

Capt. Ladish: Well, you just wait, sweetheart. We're going to go around the world before we even lift off.

Rebecca's voice: My, the sacrifices I make for my daughter.

Gwen: Sweetheart, as soon as your grandmother helps the pilot with his flight plan --

[Jane cries]

Gwen: Yes, sweetheart, you're going to be on your very first plane ride, and it's going to be an adventure. It's going to be such an adventure. And, honey, the best part of the whole thing is that you and your mama are going to be together forever and ever. Honey, no one can ever take us apart. We're never going to see that horrible, horrible witch Theresa again, ok? Just you and your mama. Yeah.

Martin: Hey, I'll check with Pilar and Theresa about the baby, and then I'll come straight back to you, all right?

Katherine: Martin? I love you. You're the only man who's ever had my heart and my soul.

Martin: Sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not. I'll call your cell.

Katherine: I love you.

Martin: I love you, too.

Alistair: Oh, lordy, lordy, lordy. You know, that was worse than a bad Bette Davis movie. Now, if you want to leave Harmony -- bye-bye, Martin -- we have to leave now. The car's waiting.

Katherine: I'll be there in a minute.

Alistair: Yes. Tempus fugit, darling. Tempus fugit.

Katherine: Goodbye, my love. Goodbye forever.

Sheridan: This little bear was all I had to comfort me when I lost my mommy. Maybe she can help me get you back. Yeah. She owes me for all those lost years that I had to spend without her there. I don't care what I have to do, I will prove somehow that you are my son -- somehow.

Mrs. Wallace: Did you hear that, Precious? This is a tragedy! Yep. You know something? You're right, it is worthy of Shakespeare. Oh. How can my evil daughter do this? How can she separate Sheridan from her own little boy?

Luis: How could you even mention suicide?

Beth's voice: Oh, god. Did I go too far?

Luis: All right. I admit it, you know, I -- I read the same sort of thing on the internet about women who kill themselves because they lost a child. But not Sheridan, all right? Not Sheridan. She would never kill herself. She is way too strong. Never kill herself. Never.

Beth's voice: Never say never, Luis.

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Sheridan: I do love tea. What blend is it?

Beth: It's a combination of things, but I promise you it's a real killer. This is it, Mother. Sheridan is as good as dead.

Eve: If this baby dies because of your neglect, you will be a murderer.

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