Passions Transcript Monday 2/21/05
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Eve: I can't believe that Whitney threw away those prenatal vitamins that I gave her.
Julian: Well, she's just so upset about carrying Chad's baby.
Eve: She has every right to be upset, knowing he's her half brother, but she's deliberately not taking care of herself.
Julian: Listen, you have to talk to her. You have to try to get her to change her attitude about the baby.
Eve: You think that she needs to tell Fox that he isn't the father and Chad that he is?
Julian: I think that she needs to tell the truth to both of them.
Eve: You'd think that she could see from my experience how awful the consequences of lying can be.
Julian: Listen, you just have to talk to her, because it seems to me she's doing everything she can to lose the baby.
Ivy: Here, why don't you just lay down here and rest on the couch.
Fox: You feeling any better at all?
Whitney: A little bit.
Fox: I got to tell you, Whitney, I don't like this. You can't keep any food down, you haven't gained any weight.
Ivy: I'm worried about the baby, too. I hope it's getting enough nutrition.
Fox: You know, maybe I should give you one of those vitamins your mom gave you at the hospital. Where are they?
Rebecca: Oh! Now, Captain, you did promise that as soon as we're through, you're going to get this plane in the air, right?
Capt. Ladish: Oh, yeah, whatever you say.
Rebecca: Yeah, yeah, yeah. My daughter and her baby have to leave the country immediately.
Capt. Ladish: Mm-hmm.
Rebecca: I'll take that as a yes.
Rebecca's voice: Oh, Gwen. I hope you appreciate what your mother does for you.
Gwen: Tonight, we are going on a journey, on an adventure, my Ashley, sweetheart. Tonight we are going to start our new life together, just you and me. And I don't care what anyone says, sweetheart, you are my baby. You are not that crazy Theresa's. You are mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.
Theresa: Thank you for babysitting on such short notice, Debbie! I hope little Ethan's going to be ok with us leaving in the middle of the night like this.
Ethan: He was tired. He'll probably sleep through the night.
Pilar: Your son's going to be fine, mija.
Theresa: And you really think that Gwen and Rebecca are taking Jane on the Crane jet out of the country?
Ethan: Yeah, because when I called Crane Industries travel, they said there was a jet, it was fueled, it was ready to go, so, yeah.
Pilar: You think we're going to get there on time to stop them, Ethan?
Theresa: No, we have to get there on time. Come on, we got to go.
Ethan: Wait, wait, wait.
Theresa: What? What? We've got to get there to the airport, Ethan!
Ethan: No, no, Theresa, no, we can't go.
Theresa: We -- you are not going to let Gwen get away with stealing our daughter!
Alistair: Oh, yes, yeah, that's fine. Good. Thank you. Katherine, the plane is on alert and holding, so you'll be able to take off as soon as we get to the airport, hmm? Oh, come on now. Let's not be such a stick. I'm doing you a big favor by helping you disappear, so why don't you do me a big favor, a little roll in the hay for old times' sake, hmm, hmm, hmm?
Katherine: Don't touch me. Don't touch me! I'd rather die than have you touch me ever again. You disgust me, Alistair.
Alistair: Oh, that's because I am disgusting, but I'm the only man that can help you do what you want to do, and I can make sure that your precious Martin and your daughter will never see you again.
Katherine: Don't think that this makes up for all the abuse I took from you, because it doesn't.
Alistair: Oh, I would never dream of trying to make up for anything I did to you. After all, you are my wife, and I treated you as such.
Katherine: I know how you feel about marriage, Alistair, which is why I left you. And that's exactly why I'm leaving Harmony right now -- so that Luis and Sheridan can be married without any more interference from you.
Alistair: Oh, yes, and you're also leaving your lover behind. You know, that peasant you left me for, hmm?
Katherine: That's right. I'm giving up my happiness with Martin so that my daughter can finally find hers.
Sheridan: I love you so much, my little boy. Oh, god, I do. Oh, I know that you are my son. No one can convince me that you're not. I don't know how Beth did it, but she stole you away from me. And I remember before you were taken from me, I remember I stared into your eyes and I memorized your face and I swore --
Sheridan: That I would never forget you. Yeah, your eyes! I swore I would never forget you, and I haven't. I will find a way to get you back, if it is the last thing that I do.
Beth: Luis, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that, well, I'm worried about Sheridan. She's still obviously very depressed over losing her baby, and women have been known to commit suicide for less.
Luis: All right, just stop that, ok? Sheridan is not going to kill herself. She's a survivor. Let's not forget that she was held in a pit, pregnant. She survived that, didn't she?
Beth: I know. Ok, I'm sorry. Like I said, I'm just worried.
Luis: Well, I know. You know, you've been a great friend, not to mention you've been very patient with Sheridan, her thinking that Marty is her son and all.
Beth: But she's over that, right?
Luis: Well, I think she is. I also think that it's going to get better because soon we'll be starting a family of our own.
Beth: Yeah, that's good.
Beth: Not if I can help it.
Ivy: You know maybe some tea will help settle your stomach.
Fox: You know what, Whitney, where's your purse? Maybe the vitamins are in there, huh?
Whitney: - --
[Knock on door]
Fox: I'll get it. Dad, hey. Dr. Russell.
Fox: Good to see you. You know, I was just going to call you, actually.
Eve: Why? What's wrong? Whitney, honey, are you sick?
Whitney: No, no, I'm all right. I'm fine.
Fox: No, Whitney, come on now, you're not fine.
Ivy: She was just really, really sick to her stomach. I mean, is that normal for this stage of her pregnancy?
Eve: Well, it's not usual to have nausea into the second trimester, but it's not unheard of.
Fox: It doesn't seem normal, you know?
Whitney: Fox, I'm just having trouble keeping my food down, that's all.
Fox: Well, I know that, ok, but you've been having trouble keeping your food down for a long time now. You haven't gained any weight.
Ivy: You know, I just read about this fad out of New York where pregnant women don't gain any weight during their pregnancy. You're not doing that, are you?
Whitney: No, no, of course not.
Ivy: Good, because I can't think that would be very healthy.
Eve: No, Ivy, that wouldn't be healthy, not healthy at all. You know what? Why don't you come with me?
Fox: Where are we going? We going to the hospital?
Eve: No, we're going to go into the kitchen. I'm going to find something that you can keep down if it kills me.
Ethan: No, that's not what I meant.
Theresa: Not what you meant? You just said that we're not going to go to the airport!
Ethan: Theresa, what I meant is you shouldn't go. We're going to be driving fast -- I don't know, bumps, turns. I don't want you to reinjure your spine, for god's sake.
Theresa: Ethan, you are wasting valuable time on that. Come on, please, we have got to get out of here!
Pilar: Ethan, I agree with you, but we're not going to change her mind, so let's just go.
Ethan: All right, ok. Let's go, fine.
Theresa: I would rather never walk again than risk never seeing our daughter.
Pilar: Don't say that, Theresa. You will see the baby and you will walk again.
Theresa: No, come on, we cannot let Gwen get away with our daughter.
Ethan: All right, come on.
Gwen: Mother, what's going on? When are we taking off?
Rebecca: Well, you might say we already did.
Rebecca: Don't worry, honey. You and that baby will be up, up, and away any moment now.
Gwen: Ooh, Ashley, did you hear that, sweetheart? We're going to be on our way, we're going to be on our way!
Luis: Well, Sheridan, I see you gave him the little bear. Seems to love it.
Sheridan: Yeah, I knew that he would. That bear's always meant so much to me, ever since I was a child. I just would hold it every time I missed my mother. I just hope it can bring him the same comfort.
Beth: Ahem. But, Sheridan, Marty doesn't need the kind of comfort you did. He has his mother right here. It's -- it's me.
Sheridan: I know that, Beth. I just wanted to give him a gift.
Luis: All right, so, we ready to go now?
Sheridan: No, not yet.
Beth: I almost thought Sheridan was back on that kick of thinking Marty was her son.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, she never stopped believing that he is her son.
Beth: What are you talking about?
Mrs. Wallace: Well, Precious and I heard her in the kitchen telling Marty that she was going to find a way one of these days to prove it. Boop! Time's running out for you, missy. Mommie dearest.
Beth: Oh, no. Damn her.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, yes. Oh, yes, oh, yes, Sheridan is going to find a way to prove that Marty's her son, and then she's going to take him away from you --
forever and ever hallelujah vitality...
Whitney: Look, Mom, I told you, I can't eat anything right now. I'm feeling nauseous.
Eve: Well, I know, honey. That's why I want to get something down into your stomach, because that will help with the nausea.
Whitney: I don't think it's necessary.
Eve: Well, Whitney, I know you want to do what's best for the baby. I had terrible nausea when I was pregnant with Simone and with Whitney, with Chad, too. I know that there is something in there that I can feed you that you can keep down, so you come with me.
Fox: Whitney, just let her try and help you feel better, you know?
Whitney: Ok. Fine.
Fox: I hope she's all right.
Ivy: Oh, Fox, honey, I know you're worried, but Eve is her mother and she's a doctor. If anyone can help her, she can, right, Julian? Eve would never let anything happen to her grandchild.
Julian's voice: I just hope she's not too late.
Theresa: Ethan, what's going on? Come on! Come on in, please! We've got to go!
Ethan: I don't believe this. I have a flat. I have two flat tires!
Theresa: Well, how?
Ethan: Oh, god, I don't know, I must have hit something on the way here! Theresa, I got to call the auto club. I only have one spare.
Theresa: My god. Mama, can you call the cab? They have those vans that can accommodate my wheelchair.
Pilar: I'll call them, but you know how slow they can be, Theresa.
Theresa: Damn it. We're never going to make it on time.
Gwen: Just think, Ashley, in a little while, we're going to be long gone from this place and Theresa. And your grandma's helping us get away, sweetheart. Because we know that Theresa's going to try and take you away from me even if you are my baby. Theresa's crazy.
Capt. Ladish: That's where I've seen you. You were on the news. They said you kidnapped a baby.
Gwen: Excuse me, I did not kidnap Theresa's baby. This is my baby. This is my Ashley. Do you hear me?
Capt. Ladish: All right, I'm sorry, my mistake.
Gwen: Yes, you are mistaken.
Rebecca: Yeah, listen, cutie, you get this crate in the air because they have to get out of here right now.
Capt. Ladish: I'm sorry, I can't do that.
Gwen: Ok, baby. Ok, baby.
Alistair: You know, your values are all screwed up, Katherine.
Katherine: My values?
Alistair: Mm-hmm. Yeah, your values. I mean, there you sit, all high and mighty, as if you were the one who was wronged, and you were the one that's been running around, living in sin for all these years and you're the one who abandoned her husband and children for another man.
Katherine: You know that's not why I left you, Alistair. You know perfectly well it was because of your abuse. Martin was a saint to take me away from you.
Alistair: Oh, really?
Katherine: He rescued me. I'm repaying the debt. And now he'll be able to have a relationship with the family he left behind and my daughter will finally be able to be with Luis.
Alistair: Oh. You know, it's really amazing to me that you would want to saddle your daughter with such a loser as Luis.
Katherine: Alistair, just don't speak to me anymore. I have nothing more to say to you.
Alistair: If they were going to Europe, they're not going to make it now.
Luis: Oh, my god, what happened?
Controller: It exploded. The damn plane exploded!
Alistair's voice: Don't worry, Katherine. Very soon, you won't have to talk to anyone ever again.
Beth: You heard Sheridan say that she was going to prove that Marty's her son?
Mrs. Wallace: Hmm, that's what I said.
Beth: You're drunk.
Mrs. Wallace: Yep. But I know what I heard, mm-hmm. Hey, Bethie? Bethie, look at them. Look at them. Aren't they just the perfect family? Oh. And they're going to be together forever. But, Bethie, that means you're going to be in jail forever. Hmm.
Beth: We'll see about that.
Mrs. Wallace: Hey. What are you doing? Hey, hey, those are my sleeping pills. What are you going to do with those?
Beth: Ok, I got to figure out a way to get Sheridan to stay here without Luis. Then I'm going to make her some tea, put a whole bunch of these babies in there. Sheridan's going to commit suicide, Edna, and I'm going to write the note. So as soon as Luis leaves, Sheridan's dead.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, no. I can't even believe I'm talking about this.
Eve: Ok. Here you go. Now eat some of that.
Whitney: It looks disgusting, Mom.
Eve: It's oatmeal, Whitney. It will help the nausea, I promise you.
Whitney: I don't want it.
Eve: The nurse at the hospital took these out of the trash. So you won't take your prenatal vitamins, you refuse to eat.
Whitney: So what? I mean, what does it really matter, anyway?
Eve: "What does it really matter?"
Eve: You have a little life growing inside of you, Whitney! If you don't take care of yourself, that little life could die! Is that what you want? Are you trying to kill your baby?
Rebecca: What do you mean we can't take off? Look, look, I gave you a very -- good deal. Look, are you reneging on our agreement?
Capt. Ladish: No, no, ma'am, I would not do that.
Rebecca: Then why are you saying we can't take off?
Capt. Ladish: All I meant was I have to do my preflight check. That might take a while. We'll take off as soon as I'm done.
Rebecca: Good. Thank you. And listen, Captain Ladish, please fly carefully. You have a very precious cargo -- my daughter.
Gwen: And your granddaughter.
Rebecca: Yes, and my -- Ashley.
Capt. Ladish: I'll make it as quick as I can.
Gwen: Ashley, do you hear that, sweetheart? Honey, very soon we're going to be up, up, up in the sky with the clouds!
Rebecca: Ooh. Oh, my poor Gwennie. I'm afraid you're already up there.
Ethan: It's going to take the auto club 45 minutes to get here.
Pilar: And the taxi company said the only van they have is at least an hour away.
Theresa: Well, we can't wait that long.
Ethan: Luis. I'll call Luis.
Theresa: Yes, call Luis.
Ethan: Come on.
Luis: All righty! Here you go.
Luis: It's Luis.
Ethan: Luis, listen, it's Ethan. I have some information. I think -- I think Gwen is going to use the Crane jet to take the baby out of the country.
Luis: Oh, my god.
Ethan: Yeah, so listen, I need a car. Is there any chance you could pick us up at your mom's and take us to the airport?
Luis: Hold on. It's Ethan. He's got a lead on Gwen and the baby. I need to go.
Sheridan: Oh, my god. Well, you go. I'll be fine.
Luis: I'll be right there. Sure you don't want to come?
Sheridan: No, I just want to spend a little more time with Marty.
Beth: Luis, Sheridan will be fine here. You go, help find your sister's baby.
Sheridan: Good luck.
Luis: I'll call you, I'll let you know what happens, ok?
Beth's voice: Sheridan is as good as dead. Going once, twice... sold!
Ethan: Thanks. That was a mechanic who services the Crane jet. He said he saw two women boarding one of the jets, and he thinks he saw a baby with them.
Theresa: That has to be Gwen and Rebecca. I cannot believe they're going to take Jane out of the country. It's Luis.
Luis: Come on, let's go, let's go.
Theresa: Thank god you're here, Luis.
Ethan: I'll carry you, ok?
Theresa: Thank you.
Ethan: Easy. You all right?
Ethan: Ok, let's go.
Capt. Ladish: All right, we're all set to go.
Rebecca: Oh, wonderful. You know, this little trip is going to earn you some extra miles on Air Rebecca.
Capt. Ladish: Can I use them when I get back?
Rebecca: Ok, honey. It looks like -- like you and the baby are on your way.
Gwen: Aren't you coming with us?
Rebecca: No. No, no, I wish I could, but I can't. I have to -- I have to stay here and try to talk Theresa out of pressing charges against you.
Gwen: I'm not worried. She can't take a baby away from its real mama, can she, sweetheart?
Rebecca: Honey, I am really going to miss you.
Gwen: I'm going to miss you, too, Mom.
Rebecca: But you're going to be all right. I mean, you have -- you have your beautiful Ashley. And I'm going to see you as soon as I can, I will. Oh, honey, I'm just so -- I'm so sorry things have worked out this way for you.
Gwen: Mother, it's ok. Everything turned out just fine. I have my baby now.
Rebecca: Oh, my god. Alistair's out there.
Capt. Ladish: Oh, my god. Mr. Crane is going to kill me if he knows I'm taking your daughter out of the country.
Rebecca: Kill you? He's going to kill me first! I cannot let him keep Gwen from getting away. What am I going to do?
Mrs. Wallace: What are you going to do now, you evil girl?
Beth: I told you, I'm making tea. I can't just shove the pills down her throat, can I? I'm going to put them in the tea. She'll never know what hit her.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, Precious. Come on, you got to help me. We got to stop this wack job.
Beth: Forget it, Mother. This plan is foolproof. As soon as she passes out, I'm going to drive her home to her cottage. Luis isn't going to be there for, I don't know, hours. So by the time he gets there, it'll be all over.
Mrs. Wallace: No. No, you're going to get caught. You see, they're going to see that the suicide note is not Sheridan's handwriting!
Beth: Oh. Ok. What I'm going to do is write a note on her computer so they can't trace it back to me. Then they're going to read about how depressed she'd been after losing her baby. She couldn't go on, so she whacked herself.
Mrs. Wallace: No, you can't do that!
Beth: I can and I will. Oh, Sheridan? You ready for some tea?
Beth: Let's go.
Beth: Sheridan, look what I got!
Sheridan: Oh. No, thank you, Beth. I'll pass on the tea.
Beth: Oh, but I think you need a pick-me-up. It's -- it's a special blend. I think you will love it.
Sheridan: All right. I love tea. What blend is it?
Beth: It's a combination of things. But I promise you, it's a real killer. Ok. There you go.
Sheridan: Thank you.
Beth: Well, enjoy.
Sheridan: Thanks. Mmm!
Eve: I don't understand you, Whitney. My daughter would never do anything like this.
Whitney: Leave me alone, Mom!
Fox: You know that -- they're yelling at each other. I'm going to go in there and find out --
Julian: Fox, no, wait! Eve's trying to help Whitney. Give her a few more minutes.
Fox: Dad, they're yelling at each other.
Julian: Give her -- give her a few more minutes.
Fox: Mom, I don't understand it. You know, Whitney, she's been so upset lately. Here I thought that being pregnant was supposed to be one of the happiest times in a woman's life, you know, but she's just so troubled. Wait -- wait a sec. I know what I can do.
Ivy: Who are you going to call, Fox?
Fox: Someone who'll help Whitney with all of her problems.
Whitney: I don't need your advice, Mom, I don't need your help, so just leave me alone, ok?
Eve: I want you to answer my question. Are you trying to kill that baby?
Whitney: You don't understand anything.
Eve: No, you're right, I don't understand. The circumstances are horrible, Whitney, that Chad is the father of your baby, but, sweetheart, that isn't the baby's fault.
Whitney: Ok. What about the fact that it was conceived in incest? What about all the horrible problems it could be born with? What about that?
Eve: Yes, the baby will have complications, but you will only make them worse if you don't take care of yourself.
Whitney: I don't want to hear this, ok? Just stop it!
Eve: I am not going to stop it! I am your mother, and if you don't have the sense to take care of your child, then I guess I'm going to have to do it for you.
Eve: You are going to take this vitamin if I have to cram it down your throat. And then I am going to make you a big dinner and, by god, you are going to eat every bit of it!
Whitney: Get your hands off me! Mom!
Rebecca: What am I going to do? I can't let Alistair keep Gwen from getting away.
Capt. Ladish: Well, I can't do anything without Mr. Crane's approval.
Rebecca: What? After everything I did for you? Ingrate!
Capt. Ladish: I'm sorry, sorry.
Rebecca: No, there's got to be -- there's got to be a way. Just think, Rebecca, think.
Alistair: What the hell is going on here?
Beth: Oh! Mother!
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, so sorry, honey! I am just a klutz, you know? Precious! Precious come on! You know, get some paper towels and clean this up, ok? I'm so sorry.
Mrs. Wallace: Looks like your plan isn't going to be working out after all, does it, missy?
Beth: Wrong. I know about all your tricks, Mother. I have got a backup cup of tea. If you try to knock it out of her hand, I swear to you you're going to be buried in the basement by midnight. Sheridan, I'm sorry. My mom -- she's clumsy.
Sheridan: Oh, no, please, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't stain the rug.
Beth: No, no, don't worry. Precious is a whiz at cleaning up spots.
Beth: Here you go.
Mrs. Wallace's voice: Please don't let my daughter kill Sheridan!
Beth: Mmm, it's delicious. Really, you got to try it, I'm serious. It's just -- it's a killer blend.
Ivy: Who do you think he called?
Julian: I can't hear anything he's saying.
Ivy: Neither can I. So what was all that about, Fox?
Julian: Yeah, who'd you call?
Fox: I figured out how to make Whitney happy, solve all the problems, and cure all the pain. I can take care of everything.
Whitney: Mom, I mean it, get your hands off me!
Eve: I mean it, too, Whitney! You are going to take this vitamin!
Eve: Yes, you are!
Whitney: Stop it!
Eve: You're not going anywhere!
Whitney: Get your hands off me, Mom! Stop it!
Eve: No, you're not until you understand exactly what you are doing to this little baby! Do you have any idea what is going on inside your body right now? This little baby is starving! He is starving to death! And starvation is a horrible death, Whitney! It's painful and it's hideous!
Whitney: Stop it, ok? Stop saying these things to me.
Eve: Why, because it's the truth? Because it's the truth, Whitney! And if you keep going on the way you're going, you are going to be murdering your own little baby. Is that what you want to do? Because if this baby dies because of your neglect, you will be a murderer.
Theresa: Hurry, Luis, please? We can't let Gwen take off with my baby.
Alistair: All right, Rebecca. Please have a seat. What's the meaning of all this, Captain Ladish?
Capt. Ladish: Uh, Mr. Crane, I can explain this.
Gwen: Ok. Shh. Ok.
Capt. Ladish: Well, sir --
Rebecca: Well, what's she doing here?
Alistair: Never mind about her. What are you doing here? Are you planning on going somewhere in my plane?
Rebecca: No. No, no, no. I wasn't going --
Alistair: Really? You weren't? All right, Captain Ladish, you know the rules. You never leave the ground in this plane without my permission.
Capt. Ladish: I know that, sir.
Rebecca: Um, Alistair, he wasn't going to take me anywhere. I mean, and the reason I'm here on the plane is I was looking for Gwen and the baby, you know? I thought they might be trying to go away. And, well, I thought I'd come here and find her, because everybody is trying to find her and I don't what they're going to do when they get her, and I thought maybe if I found her first --
Alistair: Oh, good, good, good. Now, leave because Katherine needs the plane.
Alistair: What do you mean, "why?" It's none of your business. And I also advise you to keep your mouth closed about seeing her tonight. Do you understand me?
Rebecca: Oh. Of course.
Alistair: Good. Now leave.
Rebecca: Well, would you mind if I used the ladies' room for a second?
Alistair: Ugh. All right, fine, just make it quick.
Rebecca: Ok. Excuse me.
Rebecca: Ok, Gwen, Gwen, honey, listen to me very carefully, ok? You have to stay here until the plane takes off. See, Katherine Crane is onboard and she's going to get dropped off somewhere, and when she's gone, I am sure the captain is going to take you out of the country.
Alistair: Rebecca? Move it!
Rebecca: Ok. Honey, I got to go. Oh, honey, I love you.
Gwen: I love you, too, mom.
Alistair: Captain, you may start your engines.
Capt. Ladish: Yes, sir.
Rebecca: Well, if you'll excuse me --
Rebecca: Oh, my.
Alistair: All right, you leave now. Bye.
Alistair: And wait for me outside.
Katherine: Thank you, Alistair, for helping me leave.
Alistair: Uh-huh. Well, it's just as you wanted. No one will ever find you again. Goodbye, Katherine.
Katherine: Goodbye --
Alistair: Bon voyage, darling. Bon voyage.
Katherine: Forgive me, Martin. Forgive me, Sheridan.
Sheridan: Mmm. Mm-hmm. This is -- this is interesting. Where'd you find this blend?
Beth: Um, it's Ceylon, I think. We carry it at the book cafe. Do you like it?
Sheridan: I do, yeah, yeah. It's -- it's different.
Sheridan: Mmm. Oh, Marty, you dropped your little bear. Oh. Oh, my goodness. I just got so dizzy.
Beth: Are you ok, Sheridan?
Sheridan: I don't know what's wrong with me.
Beth: This is it, Mother. Sheridan is as good as dead.
Alistair: What's the matter with you?
Rebecca: Me? Nothing, nothing. I'm just worried about Gwen. So, where is Katherine going?
Alistair: I told you to forget that.
Alistair: But Katherine and whoever else is on that plane are all going to hell.
Ethan: There it is. That's the Crane jet -- and the engines are running.
Luis: We have to stop that plane.
Rebecca: Oh, my god, who --
Alistair: Oh, damn it. What are they doing?
Luis: Ok. The plane's slowing down. It's not going anywhere.
Katherine: What's happening? Why are we stopping?
Rebecca: Alistair --
Alistair: Just relax. Relax, relax, relax.
Theresa: I'm going to get my baby back.
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Chad: Whitney's the one who's on my mind. I still love her.
Fox: Whitney Russell, will you marry me?
Sheridan: It looks like my mother is leaving Harmony forever, and I have to go stop her.
Luis: Turn off your engines!
Ethan: Stop the plane!
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