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Passions Transcript Monday 4/11/05--Canada; Tuesday 4/12/05--USA
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By Amanda
Proofread by Jodi

Tabitha: Come in, come in.

Eve: Tabitha, hi. We came as soon as you called. What's happened?

Tabitha: Yeah, well --

T.C.: Eve.

Eve: T.C. and you. What are you doing here?

Liz: Well, someone has to talk some sense to Whitney.

Eve: Oh, sweetheart. Oh. Are you ok?

T.C.: Of course not. She gave up our grandchild for adoption. And I know it's because of you. I know you're behind this! And I'll be damned if I'll let you get away with it.

Tabitha: Welcome to "Family Feud" for the new millennium. And the number one answer is incest.

T.C.: You know, Eve, you are to blame for Whitney giving her baby up for adoption. Now my grandson's going to be raised by strangers!

Whitney: Daddy, Mommy didn't make me do what I did, ok?

T.C.: Whitney, the most important thing in life is family. Now Eve has made you discard your baby like it doesn't even matter.

Julian: That is not what happened.

T.C.: Yes, it is. Eve has destroyed Whitney's belief in family by her own bad example.

Eve: Oh, that's not true.

T.C.: So, Eve, what was Plan B, huh? To get drunk, drive over the baby and kill it like you almost killed me?

Julian: Oh shut up, T.C. I've heard enough of this.

T.C.: Stay the hell out of this, Julian. You Cranes have caused me enough grief. You cheated me out of my future playing tennis. Now you're helping Eve cheat Whitney out of her future with her baby. You know what, I've had enough of you. I'm going to rip you apart.

Whitney: No!

Eve: Stop it!

Whitney: Daddy, stop it! No, stop it!

Luis: This is Mr. Bateman. He's from the D.N.A. lab.

Sheridan: He can perform the test on Marty right here and now. Marty doesn't have to go anywhere. In fact, we don't even have to wake Marty up.

Mrs. Wallace: Oh, there is no way out now, Bethie. You are so busted.

Sheridan: He can just take a swab from Marty's mouth and then take a sample from you, and once and for all we'll know beyond a shadow of a doubt who Marty's real mother is.

Mrs. Wallace: Oh, boy, you bet we'll know. It's going to be curtains for you, missy.

Sheridan: I'll show you this way to Marty's room.

Beth: No! You can't do this.

Sheridan: Why not, Beth? Why won't you let us do a D.N.A. test on Marty? What are you hiding?

Guard: Where do you think you're going?

Second guard: You're supposed to be locked up.

First guard: And how did you get in the building?

Fox: Yeah. Remember "Indiana Jones"?

Ethan: Yeah, yeah, I do. Let's dance.

Fox: Yeah.

[Guard coughs]

Fox: All right, time to get the hell out of here.

Ethan: Yeah, let's go.

Guard: Freeze! Move and your friend dies. It's over, boys. There's no escape.

Theresa: Ok. Ok.

Gwen: Katherine, I just want to thank you again for being so kind listening to my problems.

Katherine: Gwen, it was my pleasure. I just pray, though, you give up this hatred of Theresa. It's not good for you. It's not good for her.

Gwen: Well, I suppose anything's possible, but I really don't see that happening anytime soon. I tell you, it's a very good thing that Theresa's so far away from here because if I were to see her right now, I wouldn't trust myself not to tear her apart.

Gwen: Oh, my god. Theresa, what the hell are you doing here?

Katherine: Gwen? Gwen?

Katherine's voice: Oh, my god. Theresa's here. And she's walking.

Gwen: If I needed to give Ashley back to Theresa now, if I even so much as saw her with my baby, I will kill her. And this time I won't stop until I finish the job. Theresa, you get your hands off my Ashley right now.

Theresa: Jane is my daughter, Gwen.

Gwen: Stop saying that, ok?

Theresa: It's the truth.

Gwen: Theresa, give me my daughter now!

Sheridan: Well, Beth? Why are you so against having a D.N.A. test done on Marty?

Beth: Because it's ridiculous, that's why.

Sheridan: Is it? Because I would think that you would want to prove that Marty is your child. Unless that's not the truth and Marty is really my child. Is that what this is about?

Luis: Beth? Sheridan asked you a question.

Mrs. Wallace: Oh, are you hearing this, angels? Luis is finally suspicious.

Beth: Look, yes, Luis, I heard Sheridan. I am just -- I'm speechless that you would let her treat me this way, accusing me of lying. I mean, Marty is my child, and everyone knows it.

Sheridan: I donít.

Beth: Well, get over it, ok? I don't have to prove anything to anyone when it comes to my son. And I certainly don't need you dragging Luis and this trade-school technician down here to demand a D.N.A. test on my child. You have no right.

Luis: Beth, Marty is my son, also, and I want to do the test.

Beth: No, Luis, you want to humor Sheridan instead of facing facts here.

Sheridan: What facts?

Beth: Look -- I'm sorry, I don't want to say this, but you're paranoid. You're delusional. You keep hallucinating that Marty is your son. Reality check -- your son is dead, Sheridan. Dead. It's time for you to accept that and leave me and my son the hell alone.

Gwen: Theresa, you hand over my baby right now or I swear I will not be responsible for what happens.

Theresa: Why don't you save the insanity defense for your trial, Gwen. Jane is my child, and I'm here to take her back home with me where she belongs.

Gwen: How the hell did you get here in the first place?

Theresa: I came with Ethan.

Gwen: Ethan is here? My husband brought you here?

Theresa: Not exactly.

Gwen: Well, no, of course not. You must have just forced yourself on him again, right? You never stop! You are still after my husband!

Theresa: Stop yelling. You'll upset Jane.

Gwen: You know what, I bet you Ethan didn't even know that you were on the plane, because he came here to rescue me and our daughter, and you were just around as always to complicate things!

Theresa: My daughter, Gwen. Jane is mine and Ethanís.

Gwen: I am warning you right now, you better stop saying that, Theresa.

Theresa: Or what, Gwen?

Katherine: Theresa, I had hoped that you would've learned by now.

Gwen's voice: I can't let Theresa get to me. I have to be strong, I have to stay focused.

Theresa: You face it, Gwen -- Jane is my child. Mine, not yours. You stole her from me that night at the hospital. Do you remember? You hid out with Rebeccaís help. You flew away on the Crane jet with my daughter. Only Ethan found out where you were, and now we're here to take her back home with me and her real father.

Gwen: You say that one more time, Theresa, and I swear --

Theresa: You going to stab me again, Gwen? This time are you going to kill me?

Gwen's voice: I would be crazy not to kill Theresa.

Fox's voice: Buy time. Think of a way out of this.

Fox: Uh, look, we're not going anywhere. Just don't shoot him, ok? I'm not making a move.

Guard: You'd better not be playing me. I'm overdue for a good, clean kill.

Fox: No, I'm not playing you. You got us dead to rights. Don't shoot him, ok?

Guard: Mr. Crane gave strict orders to keep you from escaping under any circumstances. Now it's back to your special guest room until Mr. Crane decides what to do with the two of you.

Fox's voice: That's it.

Fox: Well, why wait? Why don't you ask him yourself? We tried to escape, grandfather, but this guy's just too much for us.

Guard: I'm just doing my job, Mr. Crane -- ah!

Fox: You all right?

Ethan: Yeah, yeah.

Fox: Let's get out of here.


Ethan: Fox!

Ethan: Fox. Hey, hey, are you hit?

Fox: What? No.

Ethan: Must've been the guard.

Fox: I wasn't trying to kill him. I was just trying to stop him from killing us.

Ethan: No, I know, I know. There's no blood.

Fox: No.

Ethan: Oh, look, there's a bullet lodged in the wall.

Fox: Good.

Ethan: Must have hit his head when you two dove for the gun.

Fox: Well, let's get the hell out of here before he comes to.

Ethan: Yeah, other guards probably heard the shot. They're going to be swarming us.

Fox: We got to get Theresa and the others, get off the island before more guards come.

Ethan: Listen, thanks for saving my life, man.

Fox: Yeah, no problem.

Ethan: Let's go.

Eve: T.C., stop it, stop!

Whitney: Daddy!

Tabitha: The boys in the basement must be loving this. I know I am.

T.C.: I'm tired of you every day -- ugh! I am tired of you messing with my family!

Julian: I've had it with you attacking Eve!

Eve: Stop it! Oh, gosh, this fighting isn't making anything better for anyone! It's just making it worse!

Tabitha: Dr. Killjoy.

T.C.: Worse? Whitney gave my grandson up for adoption! How the hell could it get any worse?

Eve: T.C., I didn't tell Whitney to give the baby up for adoption. I was against it. I tried to convince her not to do it.

Whitney: It's what I've been trying to tell you, Daddy. Mom was against it, ok?

T.C.: So, Whitney, why did you do it? Why didn't you keep your baby?

Tabitha: Why, indeed? When T.C. gets his question answered, things are going to get really ugly, and I, for one, can't wait.

T.C.: All right, Whitney, tell me. Why did you give your son up for adoption? What in god's name would possess you to do such a thing?

Whitney: I have my reasons, ok, Daddy?

T.C.: Well, I'd like to hear them.

Eve: T.C., please stop pushing her. It's been hard enough on her already.

T.C.: Oh, really? Well, nobody bothered to call me to let me know that my own daughter is having my first grandchild. If it wasn't for Tabitha, I would still be in the dark.

Tabitha: I just thought T.C. would like to know.

Liz: Oh, yes, Tabitha, of course we did.

T.C.: Tabitha, it was very sweet to care. Thank you, Tabitha. But you, Eve, you didn't even have the decency to call.

Eve: You told me not to call you. You told me never to call you ever again.

T.C.: Damn it, how petty can you be?

Eve: Petty? I was just obeying your wishes, T.C.

Liz: Oh, please, Eve. This was important. You didn't call T.C. because you didn't want him in Whitney's life.

Eve: That is not true.

Liz: Oh, yes, it is. You knew T.C. would never let her give that baby up. And that would mess up your plan, wouldn't it?

Eve: Plan? What plan? I didn't want Whitney to give the baby up!

Liz: Oh, yeah. And you never lied to us before, have you?

Eve: Just stay out of this, Liz. This is none of your business.

Liz: Oh, yes, it is. Whitney is my niece, and once T.C. and I are married, she will be my stepdaughter, so I care very much what happens to her and what you have pushed her to do.

Eve: I didn't push her into anything! I didn't want her to give up the baby!

Whitney: Ok, my mother is right. She was trying to talk me out of it, Aunt Liz, ok?

Liz: Honey, I know your mother said she didn't do it, but she has lied to you and your father and your sister so many times, how can you trust a word out of her mouth?

Julian: Shut up, Liz! Give that forked tongue of yours a rest.

T.C.: Damn you, Julian.

Liz: No, no, no, T.C., it is ok. Just ignore him. Because the truth is if it weren't for Eve, Whitney would've married Fox and they would have their son right now. But because of you, Eve, Whitney could not trust Fox's love, so she couldn't do it. This is your fault, Eve. You are 100% to blame.

Mrs. Wallace: Trashing Sheridan in front of Luis. Oh, that's smart, Beth, really smart.

Luis: Why are you being so hostile towards Sheridan?

Beth: How am I supposed to be when she keeps trying to take my son away from me? I mean, what mother wouldn't be upset if her child is threatened?

Luis: No one is threatening Marty.

Sheridan: Yeah, you seem threatened, Beth. Why is that?

Beth: Sheridan, I'm sorry. I should be more sensitive to the fact that your baby is dead and you simply can't accept the awful truth. But I tried to be understanding, and enough is enough. Luis thought that being around our son would help you get over losing yours, but just the opposite has happened. You've become obsessed with the notion that Marty is your son again. And then you thought I was a clown and you attacked me. This Marty-is-yours business -- it's got to stop. Marty is my son with Luis, so accept it, ok?

Sheridan: No, I don't have to accept anything, not until the D.N.A. test proves that Marty is your child -- which it won't because he's mine.

Beth: Ok, Sheridan, I know that you Cranes are used to getting everything that you want, but my son is not something that you can buy. You, lab geek, go home. There's no D.N.A. testing going on tonight. I won't allow it.

Sheridan: No, no, no, you stay here. Luis, would you please remind Beth that you are Marty's father and you can have the test done on him whether she wants it or not?

Luis: Well, Sheridan's right. Look, I am Marty's father and I do have rights, and this is the second time you've refused to have a D.N.A. test done on Marty. Now, why is that? What's really going on here?

Mrs. Wallace: Beth is going down, that's what's going on.

Ethan: I don't see anyone.

Fox: Well, maybe they're on the other end of the compound.

Ethan: All right, then let's keep moving.

Fox: Whoa, hold on a second. Let me make sure this thing's ready, you know, just in case. I still can't believe you're here.

Ethan: Fox --

Fox: Thank you.

Ethan: What was I going to do, sit on my duff in Harmony while you all were being held prisoner? I couldn't do that. And I need to know, how is Jane, how is Gwen?

Fox: Jane's good. Gwen's real good with her, you know? She loves her like crazy.

Ethan: Crazy? Crazy? She's still --

Fox: No, she's not out to lunch anymore. She's finally realizing that Theresa's, you know, Jane's biological mother, but she keeps calling her Ashley still. You know, I think she plans on keeping her no matter what.

Ethan: At least her mental state is better.

Fox: Makes your decision more difficult, doesn't it?

Ethan: Look, I don't -- I don't even want to think about that till we get everybody off this island.

Fox: Ok, but don't kid yourself, as soon as we find Theresa and Gwen, they're going to make you choose. So who's it going to be? Theresa or Gwen?

Theresa: I am taking Jane back home with me, where she belongs, to live with Ethan, her father, and me, her real mother.

Katherine's voice: Oh, no. Theresa could be driving Gwen back into madness again.

Theresa: Don't try to stop me.

Gwen: You are not walking out of here with -- how in hell are you even walking?

Theresa: The swelling around my spinal cord? It finally went down enough for me to regain the use of my legs.

Gwen: Oh, please, your paralysis was probably just some act to get Ethan's sympathy, right?

Theresa: It wasn't an act, Gwen. You paralyzed me. Remember that night in the hospital? I'm fine now.

Gwen: Yeah, so I see.

Theresa: Look, I'm taking Jane, I'm going to go find Ethan, and I'm getting out of here.

Gwen: Ashley is not going anywhere, especially not with you!

Theresa: Are you threatening us, Gwen?

Gwen: Oh, this is no threat. This is a promise. You are going to get what's coming to you, and it is not going to be paralysis. This time, Theresa, I am going to kill you!

Katherine: Gwen, no!

Eve: I will accept blame for a lot of things, T.C., but not this. Giving up her baby was Whitney's decision.

Liz: No, no, Eve, your sordid past, having Chad out of wedlock -- that's what made Whitney fear for her future with her child.

Julian: Tabitha, I want to talk to you about Endora.

Tabitha: What, now?

Julian: Seeing what Whitney's going through makes me more determined than ever to be part of Endora's life.

Tabitha: So you can do what?

Julian: So I can be a real father to her.

Tabitha: Oh, Julian, I've seen what your fathering skills have done for your other children. Your daughters want nothing to do with you, Chad and Fox are the new Brothers Grimm, and as far as little Ethan is concerned, he isn't even on your radar screen.

Julian: Gwen and Ethan adopted the boy.

Tabitha: Yes, because you couldn't be bothered to keep him.

Julian: I've made some mistakes, yes.

Tabitha: Yes, yes, indeed you have, and I won't allow you to make any more with Endora. Oh, Julian. I'll give you points for wanting to be a part of Endora's life, but I'm afraid I can't allow it, for her sake.

Julian: I'm not going to argue with you about it, Tabitha, but I'm very determined about this. I will be in Endora's life, and legally you can't stop me.

Tabitha: Hmm. Legal, shmegal. It'll never come to that. You'll be long gone before then.

Liz: What's happening?

Tabitha: I'm as mad as hell, that's what's happening.

Ethan: Listen to me, I know at some point I'm going to have to make a choice between Gwen and Theresa, and it's ripping me apart.

Fox: Shh! Hold on, I think I hear someone.

Guard: Hold up, hold up. Let's have a smoke.

Second guard: Why not? No one's around.

Fox: Choosing between your wife and the mother of your daughter must be like trying to decide which arm to amputate, but am I wrong in assuming that you're leaning towards Theresa? I mean, you did bring her along.

Ethan: I didn't want to bring her along. I told her not to come.

Theresa: Oh, thank god.

Ethan: Whoa. No, no, whoa.

Theresa: I made it.

Ethan: Whoa. Theresa, get off this plane. We're about to take off. What are you doing?

Theresa: No, Ethan, I'm not leaving, ok? If you're going to rescue our daughter, I'm coming with you.

Ethan: I am not playing around with you. You need to get off this plane, ok?

Theresa: You're not going to talk me out of this.

Ethan: No, this is crazy. This could be really dangerous.

Theresa: All the more reason that I'm coming with you.

Ethan: I am not going to allow this, Theresa.

Theresa: Well, you know how I am about taking orders.

Ethan: Oh, god. She snuck onto the plane and I insisted that she leave, but she insisted that she stay. There was nothing I could do about it.

Fox: Well, yeah, you could've stopped her. I mean, you knew you two were going to be alone on the plane, right? You knew that you two would have to work real closely together to get past security without getting caught. Come on, man, I'm assuming that all that time you spent with Theresa must've had you wondering how things were going to turn out.

Ethan: Well, it did.

Fox: So who's it going to be, man, Gwen or Theresa?

Katherine: Stop it! Gwen, Gwen, give me these!

Gwen: Katherine, just take Ashley and leave!

Katherine: This is not the answer! Now, you two, you just sit down and let's talk this out rationally.

Gwen: Rationally? There is nothing rational about Theresa!

Theresa: I'm not the one attacking people with scissors and plunging scalpels in their back and stealing their children, Gwen! How can you even think Ethan would want to stay married to a raging psycho like you?

Gwen: You drove me to do everything that I have done, Theresa. You caused me to lose my Sarah. You caused me not to be able to have any more children! Then you drug my surrogate and you steal my embryo! And if that isn't bad enough, you trick my husband into sleeping with you, which cost me my son! Cost me my son, Theresa! How dare you stand there and call me a psycho, because no one is more maniacal than you!

Katherine: Stop it! Both of you stop it. That baby is here. She feels the tension between the two of you and it is not good for her. I'm going to take her. It's all right, she's just going to take a nap where it's quiet, don't worry. Gwen, you control yourself. While I'm gone, you don't say anything or do anything that you will regret, all right?

Gwen: The only thing I regret is not killing you sooner!

T.C.: What the heck was that? The whole house was shaking.

Liz: It felt like an earthquake.

Tabitha: Well, my humble abode is built on a little-known fault line. Although, actually, I think that last bit of rock and roll was my antiquated plumbing. I really must get it fixed.

Whitney: You've been saying that for years, Tabitha.

Tabitha: Yes, well, you know how busy plumbers are, dear.

Liz: T.C., we might as well leave. No sense in trying to talk to Whitney with Eve and her latest lies at the ready.

T.C.: Yeah, I agree. Honey? I love you, sweetheart, ok?

Liz: So do I.

T.C.: Whitney, I just wish you would've come to me first before you gave your baby away. I mean, we could've found another way.

Whitney: Daddy, I'm really sorry.

T.C.: I don't blame you. I blame Eve for this. Thanks to you, Eve, I don't have a grandson.

Eve: T.C.

T.C.: I thought I couldn't hate you any more, but I despise you, Eve. I despise you.

Julian: This isn't your fault.

Eve: I know. But even so, Whitney, I mean, your child is our grandson. Maybe -- maybe if you had talked to your father, maybe you wouldn't have given him up.

Whitney: No, Mom, I did what I did for the baby's sake. There's no undoing it.

Mrs. Wallace: Fess up, Beth. Tell Luis that Marty is his son with sweet Sheridan and maybe you'll get life instead of the chair.

Luis: Beth, what's going on here? You refused to let me do a D.N.A. test on little Marty when Sheridan and I were looking for our son, and now you're refusing again. Why?

Sheridan: I know why. Because Marty is my baby boy.

Beth: Ok, stop saying that.

Luis: Look, Beth, I'm really starting to wonder what's going on here. I would think that you would want us to do the D.N.A. test so we could prove Marty is our son and put this issue to rest.

Beth: That's not the issue. This is all in her head.

Luis: I got to be honest with you -- I've been a cop for a lot of years, and you're starting to act like someone who's guilty. You're making it look like Sheridan's right about this.

Beth: Well, she's not.

Luis: All right, well, then why not have the D.N.A. test? It just doesn't make any sense.

Katherine: No, Gwen, stop it!

Theresa: Get her off me!

Katherine: Stop it! This is not an answer to hurt Theresa! Please think of Ashley, Gwen! Please don't destroy that little girl's life. Please think of her, that little girl. Do what's best for your little girl, Gwen. Please drop it. Drop it. Come on, you can do it, Gwen. That's right. That's right.

Gwen: I can't do it, Katherine. I can't do it. I can't do it.

T.C.: If only I had known that Whitney had her baby, I could've been there for her, maybe talked her out of giving him up for adoption. Now I will never see my grandson.

Liz: T.C., I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for you and Whitney.

T.C.: I mean, the worst part is that it didn't have to happen. I'm sure we could've found another way. But it's too late now. What's done is done.

Liz: Not necessarily.

T.C.: What are you thinking?

Liz: Well, someone needs to adopt Whitney's baby, right?

T.C.: Right.

Liz: Why not us?

T.C.: What?

Liz: Why don't we adopt Whitney's baby? Your grandson could be the son you always wanted.

T.C.: Sweetheart, you are a genius. You are an amazingly beautiful genius. No wonder I love you so much. Adopting Whitney's baby is a great idea.

Julian: And Liz, the way she cheered T.C. on when he blamed you for Whitney putting her baby up for adoption.

Eve: T.C. is right about one thing. That little baby is our grandson. Now that he's put up for adoption, we'll never know where he goes or what he grows up to look like or that he's happy or not.

Julian: It's like -- it's like losing Chad all over again.

Eve: At least we got to see him before we lose him forever.

Julian: Maybe that doesn't have to happen.

Eve: What do you mean?

Julian: Well, given that someone's going to adopt the baby, why shouldn't it be us, the child's real grandparents?

Eve: Julian, that's a wonderful idea. We'll adopt Whitney's baby! Oh!

Tabitha: Must you go now, dear?

Whitney: Oh, yes. I mean, Fox's room at the Bennetts' is nice and quiet. I just want to, you know, be by myself after the fireworks of tonight.

Tabitha: Yes. I had no idea that this evening would turn out to be quite so quarrelsome.

Whitney: I'm just glad my mom and dad are done fighting over my baby. You know, maybe now things will be better.

Tabitha: Yes, that's the spirit, dear. Onward and upward. Bye.

Whitney: Bye.

Tabitha: Better, my broomstick.

Tabitha: Whitney's giveaway of her inbred infant certainly caused a commotion between her parents and their significant others. Just how big a commotion? Now, that is the question.

Tabitha: Oh, my word. Oh, this is a bigger mess than I even hoped for. T.C. and Liz and Julian and Eve both want to adopt Whitney's baby. Oh, this could be a fight-fest in the making. I suppose Julianís money will give him the edge but let's not forget that Eve's trial on three counts of attempted murder is looming. Yes. This could mean that T.C. and Liz have the best chance of adopting Whitney's baby. Ooh, I hate not knowing. Yo, bowl, tell Tabby who is finally going to end up with Whitney's baby. Oh, leaping lizards. Oh, how wonderfully awful the outcome is going to be. Ho, ho, ho. Another win for the dark side!

Luis: Beth, why are you so against Marty having a D.N.A. test? You know, saying you won't allow it makes you look suspicious.

Beth: No, it's just that I'm tired of this whole "Marty could be Sheridan's baby" thing. I mean, it makes me really uncomfortable that Sheridan is always after Marty.

Mrs. Wallace: Beth doesn't know about uncomfortable. I am way overdo for a change.

Beth: Luis, you're Marty's father. You were here right after I gave birth. Marty is our son, and I don't think I should have to prove that to some desperate woman who lost her own baby.

Sheridan: You shouldn't mind proving it, either.

Beth: See where this is coming from? She can't accept that her baby with you is dead.

Sheridan: Because he's not!

Beth: See what I mean? I mean, don't get me wrong, I can't imagine how painful it would be to lose a child, but it's really painful to have someone trying to take your child all the time. I can't do this any longer!

Luis: Ok, ok, Beth. Hey. Listen, I'm sorry, ok, I understand that this isn't easy for you, but I'm telling you the D.N.A. test will nip this whole thing in the bud.

Beth: Please, Luis!

Luis: Ok, shh. Hey, listen, once we get the results back, Sheridan will have no choice but to accept that Marty is your child.

Mrs. Wallace: Poor Sheridan. It'll break her heart.

Luis: I know, and that worries me, too. But you're right, this debate over Marty has to stop, ok? We have to stop it. Now, we need to do the D.N.A. test, and we need to do it now.

Fox: Hey. Who's it going to be, huh, Gwen or Theresa?

Ethan: Look, I've been over this a million times, all right? I know I have to make a choice. But no matter what choice I make, I'm going to hurt somebody, which makes it even that much harder to do.

Guard: Let's go ahead and split up. Should be able to cover more ground that way.

Second guard: Sounds good. Let's meet back here in five.

First guard: Ok.

Fox: Who's it going to be, huh, Gwen or Theresa?

Ethan: Fox -- later, ok? Let's just get to Gwen and Theresa and Jane before that guard comes to.

Fox: Look, I know you and I haven't always gotten along, ok, and even now we still butt heads every once in a while, but I just want you to know that I understand you're in a tough spot here and, you know, if you ever need help with anything or whatever, I'm here for you.

Ethan: Thank you. This is just a decision that I have to make on my own.

Fox: Yeah. Worst thing is it's like you said, you know, no matter who you choose, either Gwen or Theresa gets their heart broken. You're in a no-win situation, man.

Ethan: I know. Fox, I know.

Gwen: As much as I hate her, I can't do it.

Katherine: Gwen, I'm so proud of you. You did the right thing for everyone.

Theresa: My god, Gwen, you are already in enough trouble. You tried to kill me how many times, you kidnapped my child, you fled the country. Do you have any idea what you're facing when you get back to Harmony?

Gwen: Gee, I guess you're right. You know, if I'm already in so much trouble, it wouldn't matter if I killed you, now, would it?

Katherine: Gwen, no!

Gwen: And you know what, if I killed you, you wouldn't be able to steal my baby and my husband! And I may lose everything, Theresa, but I would finally be rid of you!

Katherine: Gwen, stop it! Gwen! Gwen, stop it! Gwen, stop it! Think of the baby!

Gwen: I am going to kill you!

Katherine: Gwen, stop it!

Gwen: I hate you, Theresa! I'm going to kill you!

Katherine: Gwen!

Theresa: Get off!

On the Next Passions:

Spike: Jessica, the two of us could make some serious sweat together.

Sam: This punk is going to get what's coming to him. No one hurts my little girl and gets away with it.

Luis: Would you just let him swab your mouth so we can do this damn D.N.A. test and get it over with?

Mrs. Wallace: You are done for, Bethie.

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