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Passions Transcript Wednesday 6/15/05--Canada; Thursday 6/16/05--USA
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By Amanda
Proofread by Jodi

[Speaking Spanish]

Pilar: Teresita, I'm so glad you're home. Come, I want you to meet Paloma's friends.

Theresa: Hi.

Paloma : They came all the way from Mexico to see me. Isn't that amazing?

Theresa: Yes, that's wonderful. Hello. I don't mean to be rude, but I really need to do something very important, so excuse me.

Pilar: Theresa, I was very worried about you. I know how upset you were when you left the house.

Theresa: I said some really terrible things to you, mama. I don't hate you. I love you very much, and I'm really sorry.

Pilar: I know that, mija.

Theresa: I was upset.

Pilar: Where did you go? Where have you been?

Theresa: I went for a walk, and I ran into Ethan, and then I ran into Gwen and Rebecca.

Pilar: Oh, god, please tell me you did not fight with Gwen again.

Theresa: No, I didn't fight with Gwen, but I had this really long talk with Tabitha, and I think I found a way to get rid of Gwen and Rebecca. I just got to find the proof, and then I'm going to get Ethan back.

Gwen: Fancy, this is such a surprise!

Ethan: I can't believe you are finally home.

Fancy: How about a hug, big brother?

Ethan: Well, yeah.

Fancy: Oh, that's right. You're not really my brother, are you?

Ethan: Now, wait a minute, we are. We still share the same mother, and you are still my little obnoxious sister, half sister or not.

Fancy: Obnoxious? I am not. Gwen, it's so good to see you!

Gwen: Ooh!

Fancy: And I was so glad to hear you and Ethan got married -- finally.

Gwen: Oh, honey, it's so good to see you, too. Why didn't you tell us you were coming?

Fancy: I called. I told one of the maids to let you know.

Ivy: I heard a lot of voices. What's going --

Fancy: Hi, Mummy. I'm home!

Ivy: No. No, no. Not so fast. What are you doing here, and what have you done?

Kay: Noah! Oh, my gosh, you're home! I'm so glad to see you!

Noah: I'm so glad to see you, too, sis.

Kay: Where have you been? We've been worried sick.

Noah: Worried? Why?

Kay: We found out --

Sam: Hey, Kay, honey, who was at the -- Noah.

Noah: Hey, Dad. How's it going?

Sam: You're home.

Noah: Yeah, I'm home. It's so good to see you, Dad.

Kay's voice: You may not feel that way once you find out Dad knows you dropped out of school.

Jessica: Oh, hey, Pete. Is Spike around?

Pete: Yeah. He's around here somewhere.

Spike: I'm right here, baby. I thought you forgot about me.

Jessica: Forget about you? There's no way.

Spike: Well, where you been? I didn't think you liked me anymore.

Jessica: Oh, my dad's been a royal pain trying to keep me locked up at home. But you know how I feel about you, Spike.

Spike: Show me.

Alistair: You can go back to the house, Hugo. I don't think Martin's going to give me any more trouble.

Katherine: There's nothing more we can do, Martin. I have no choice but to go back and live with Alistair.

Martin: I can't let you sacrifice yourself, Katherine.

Katherine: If I don't do what Alistair wants, not only will he hurt you, he will destroy Sheridan. He'll tell the whole world she murdered my sister.

Martin: She was a child. She thought that Rachel was attacking her father, so she defended him.

Katherine: I know that, but it won't matter. It'll destroy Sheridan to know that she killed anyone. I don't want that to happen to my daughter.

Martin: You won't be safe in that house.

Katherine: Oh, yes, I'll be safe. Julian will be there. Gwen, Ethan will be there. Ivy's back, too. I'll be safe, and I think that they might all protect me.

Alistair: All right. I think you've had enough time to say your fond farewells.

Martin: No, Katherine, I can't let you do this.

Alistair: Uh --

Martin: No.

Alistair: You have no say in this matter, Martin. Hmm? She's agreed to come back to me, her husband. Now, you haven't changed your mind, have you, darling?

Katherine: No, Alistair. I'll be moving back in with you.

Alistair: Oh, good, good. Good.

Luis: They put me on hold.

Sheridan: Well, did you ask for the E.R., because that's where Beth's note said she was taking Marty.

Luis: Yeah, but they put me on hold. Look, I think we should just go down to the hospital.

Sheridan: No, you know what? I have a really bad feeling about this. I don't think Beth took Marty to the E.R. Look, she's devious. Who knows where she took him?

Luis: Oh, come on. Now it's a recording. Look, let's just go down to the hospital, all right?

Sheridan: All right, ok.


Sheridan: Wait. What was that?

Luis: What was what?

Sheridan: I -- I just heard something.

[Mrs. Wallace whimpers]

Luis: I didn't hear anything.

Sheridan: Well, I did, and it was coming from the closet. Come here.

Luis: Oh, my god.

Sheridan: Oh, my god, Mrs. Wallace!

Luis: What happened to you? Where's Beth?

Sheridan: Where's Marty?

[Mrs. Wallace mumbles]

Luis: Oh, let me take this off.

Mrs. Wallace: Ow!

Luis: Sorry.

Mrs. Wallace: Yow! Oh --

Sheridan: Mrs. Wallace, please, where is Marty?

Mrs. Wallace: I need a drink, please. It's hotter than Hades in this closet!

Sheridan: Oh, Mrs. Wallace, we are desperate to know where Beth has taken the baby. Where is Beth?

Mrs. Wallace: Beth? Beth? I don't know and I don't care! May I please, please have something to drink, please?

Luis: Come on. It's all right.

Mrs. Wallace: I am so --

[Mrs. Wallace cries]

Mrs. Wallace: Luis, I'm so glad you found me!

Luis: Ok, now. That's it.

Mrs. Wallace: Ugh -- uh -- thank you. Oh -- oh -- oh.

Luis: Here you go. Here you are.

Mrs. Wallace: Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Uh-uh! Ugh, god, that's water! What swill! I meant a real drink, honey!

Sheridan: No, not until you tell me where my son is!

[Marty cries]

Beth: Ok -- oh, come on! What's the matter with these people? Too paranoid to leave their keys in the car? You think Mommy's crazy, don't you, sweetie? Well, I'm crazy like a fox. See, we couldn't use our car because Luis and Sheridan would have heard the engine start in the driveway, so we're going to take somebody else's car. Ok? Oh! Marty, we're saved! We're saved! Listen, nobody can catch us now. Nobody can. Here we go. Ok.

Alistair: Yeah, I'm glad that you two have come to your senses. Why you think that you can challenge me is beyond me.

Katherine: Oh, stop it, Alistair. You have what you want.

Martin: I can't let you go with him.

Katherine: Martin, it's over. You should go.

Alistair: Whoa, whoa, whoa, not so fast. I have one more requirement.

Martin: Requirement?

Katherine: No. We made a deal. I'm going to live you with you. You don't get anything more.

Alistair: Well, this has nothing to do with you, my dear. The requirement is of Martin.

Martin: What the hell are you talking about?

Alistair: If you are serious about going back to your wife and family, then you'll have no objection to renewing your vows with Pilar. Right?

Pilar: Haber quien tiene sed. Aqui les traje refresco.

Paloma : Yay!

Roberto: Gracias.

Pilar: De nada. Theresa, what are you talking about, mija? What is this proof that is going to help you get Ethan back?

Theresa: Ok, you know how I always suspected that Gwen and Rebecca were the ones who sent the information to the tabloid about Ethan being Sam Bennett's son?

Pilar: Yes, I remember. The Cranes disinherited him and threw him out of the family.

Theresa: Right, and he blamed me, so he broke off our engagement.

Pilar: What can you do about that now?

Theresa: Well, if I can find the proof that Gwen and Rebecca were the ones who sent the information to the tabloid, Ethan will divorce Gwen and he'll come back to me.

Paloma : Theresa, how can you keep on thinking you'll get Ethan back? He told you he's not going to leave Gwen, his wife.

Theresa: No, he will leave her once he finds out the truth.

Paloma : Whatever. Mama, we're going out. See you later.

Pilar: Palomita, I don't want you to stay out late.

Paloma : Ma, don't give me a curfew. We can't have any fun if we're watching the clock.

Theresa: Paloma, come on, show some respect and listen to Mama.

Paloma : Oh, you mean like you do? How many times has Mama told you to stop chasing Ethan, huh?

Theresa: I'm not chasing Ethan. And besides, I'm a grown woman, I have two children, I can make my own decisions.

Paloma : Yes, you're a grown woman, but your children were born out of wedlock, you're still living with your mom, you don't have a job, and you don't have a husband. You're some great role model for your little sister, Theresa.

Pilar: Paloma, we were talking about you. Now, I don't want you to stay out late because I worry.

Theresa: So just maybe be careful out there and come home at a decent hour?

Paloma : Maybe if you had stayed home more often when you were younger, you wouldn't have two kids who have no father.

Theresa: Paloma, you don't have any right to judge me.

Pilar: Mija, I want you home by midnight. You understand?

Paloma : Midnight? That's only a few hours away!

Pilar: Midnight, Paloma, or you and your friends will have to stay here.

Paloma : Oy! Ya, ya, ya, ya, Mama! Let's go. Vamanos! Vamanos! Si.

Pilar: Luego. Bye. Que la pasen bien.

Roberto: Ciao.

Ivy: Well, Fancy, what are you doing here now?

Fancy: I came home for a visit. Is that a crime?

Ivy: I have been calling you for months now. You didn't come home when I told you that your father and I were getting divorced. You didn't even bother to come home when Gwen and Ethan got married. In fact, you haven't set foot in Harmony in over five years, so the only reason I can figure that you're here now is that you're in some kind of trouble.

Fancy: I'm sorry, Gwen, Ethan. I wish I'd seen your wedding. I would love to see your wedding pictures.

Ivy: Excuse me, no, no. Don't change the subject. Where have you been for the past six months?

Fancy: I'm sorry I didn't return your calls, Mummy, but I've been really, really busy.

Ivy: Doing what?

Fancy: You know, traveling, visiting friends from school.

Ivy: In other words, just goofing around. Honestly, what about school? Are you ever going to finish college?

Fancy: Mummy, I needed a break. I was hoping if I went out to see the world I might be able to decide on a major. I was trying to figure out what I want to do with my life.

Ivy: And did you decide?

Fancy: Not exactly. I did decide what I don't want to do.

Ivy: But you didn't manage to stumble across anything that you might want to do?

Fancy: No, not yet.

Ivy: Why am I not surprised? Honestly, Fancy, you have never been able to finish anything in your life. You know, you begged me for piano lessons, and then you quit when it got too hard. The same thing with ballet, tennis, and the violin -- even cheerleading.

Ethan: Mother, you know, why don't you give her a break? She just got here.

Gwen: Well, I am so glad you're home. We have a lot of catching up to do.

Fancy: Yes, we do.

Ivy: Ok, ok, you're right, I'm sorry. I won't badger you anymore, except to mention the one thing you did seem to forget.

Fancy: What did I forget?

Ivy: Honey, I have never seen you without a boyfriend. So where's the new man in your life?

Fancy: Thank you, Ned. This has been a sensational evening.

Noah: It's only just begun.

Ivy: Well, Fancy, where's the playmate of the week?

Fancy: There's no one, Mother. Trust me, there is absolutely no man in my life.

Noah: Wow. This looks just like I remember it. But it also looks different, too. Wait. Why is that?

Sam: We wrote you and told you that the first house was destroyed. Remember? We rebuilt. Of course, you didn't come home then. And you didn't come home when your mother left us, either.

Noah: Yeah, I'm sorry about that, Dad. I know that must have been really hard for you, but, you know, I was just swamped with exams and I had papers to grade and I had to work on my thesis. You know, it just never ends. You know, I couldn't get away.

Sam: So, you've been busy at college, huh?

Noah: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I guess I shouldn't have taken on such a heavy class and teaching load. You know, they told me I was crazy, but, you know, I thought I could handle it, so --

Sam: And you're handling it ok.

Noah: Well, I'm still breathing, aren't I, so I guess I'm handling it.

Kay: Noah --

Sam: Kay, I want to hear everything that your brother's been up to. Yeah, it must be rough doing all that you do.

Noah: Huh. You have no idea, you know?

Sam: What exactly are you studying?

Noah: Oh, you know, it's -- it's a very eclectic program. You know, cross-disciplinary independent studies. I'll be qualified for so many different things when I'm finished.

Sam: Stop lying to me! I know you dropped out of school.

Kay: I tried to warn you.

Sam: You haven't been enrolled in school for over two years, and I want to know why!

Sheridan: Tell me where Beth took my son.

Mrs. Wallace: What -- what are you talking about, your son? I thought your baby died.

Sheridan: I'm talking about Marty. He is my son, and you know it!

Mrs. Wallace: Oh, what? What? You know, this thing must be on the fritz here, you know, because I thought you said that Marty was your baby.

Sheridan: He is my baby, damn it!

Luis: Sheridan, hey, would you take it easy? Look, she's just an old lady, all right? You're scaring her.

Sheridan: Well, I will do more than scare her if she doesn't tell me where my son is soon. Now, Beth took him somewhere. Where did she take him? Did she take him to the hospital?

Mrs. Wallace: What? What? The -- the hospital, did you say?

Luis: Beth left this note. She said she was taking Marty to the E.R.

Mrs. Wallace: Oh, well, that's news to me.

Sheridan: Look, Mrs. Wallace, there is no point in lying to us. We all know that I am Marty's mother now, not Beth.

Mrs. Wallace: How can that be?

Sheridan: Don't pretend like you didn't know.

Mrs. Wallace: "Know," Sheridan? Know what, huh? That Beth is crazy? I have known that for years, and I tried to warn people, but who, who was going to listen to an old woman like me, huh? Beth tried to kill me here tonight, my own daughter! She tied me up, and she left me to suffocate in that closet!

Luis: Why did she tie you up, Mrs. Wallace?

Mrs. Wallace: Because she's crazy! And, you, you better go find her! You better lock her up and throw away the key.

Beth: We got a good head start, Marty. We're safe. Sheridan's never going to catch us now, ok? You're going to be with Mommy forever and ever, ok?

Martin: Where do you get off, ordering me to renew my vows?

Alistair: You know, I'm surprised you're having a problem with this, Martin. I mean, after all, Pilar is your lawfully wedded wife, and you did say to her that you would at least try to get back together with her again. So why would you object to renewing your vows?

Martin: Because I promised Pilar I would try to rebuild what we once had. It's not that easy to just, you know, pick up where we left off. We can't ignore what happened during the years that we were apart.

Alistair: Oh, no, we certainly cannot ignore the years that you spent sleeping with my wife. But the issue here is Sheridan.

Katherine: You said that if I came back with you you would leave her alone, Alistair.

Alistair: Yes, only if he actually does commit to Pilar. I mean, it's up to you and him, actually -- or you can choose to let the world know that Sheridan is a murderer. Now, if you don't want that to happen, Martin does as I say.

Martin: You see? You can't take a word of anything that he says.

Katherine: Why are you making this demand, Alistair? What difference does it make to you?

Alistair: It makes a big difference. I don't want you distracted by Martin here. But I know he will honor his vows.

Martin: As I said, this is none of your damn business. It's between Pilar and me.

Alistair: I don't think you're going to have any problem with Pilar. She's been waiting for you to come back for a long time. Actually, it's up to you and Katherine. You can either choose to have Sheridan experience the worst pain she's ever felt in her life, or you can go back to your wife. Now, it's up to you.

Katherine: Martin, I hate to ask this of you, but would you do as Alistair says and renew your vows with Pilar?

Ethan: Hey. Look, sorry about the inquisition, but Mother's been worried about you, you know?

Gwen: She has, and I think she's upset that you never want to talk to her.

Fancy: Well, that's funny. After all these years, my mother suddenly has interest in me? I don't buy it. Anyway --

Ethan: Yeah.

Gwen: Ooh.

Fancy: So I'm dying to know all about everyone. How's Daddy? How's grandfather and Fox and Aunt Sheridan?

Ivy: You're dying to know about everybody, and that's why you haven't bothered to come home for over five years?

Fancy: Why are you carrying on like this, Mother? It's not as though we haven't seen each other. You know we met in New York many times.

Ivy: Twice. You met me in New York exactly twice, and I had to bribe you both times.

Fancy: What about London?

Ivy: Oh, right, London, yes. You did manage to squeeze in a chat -- along with a shopping spree -- and that was over a year ago.

Fancy: All right. Ok. Mea culpa. I'm sorry. I was a terrible, neglectful daughter.

Ivy: Thank you for admitting it.

Fancy: So can we talk about something else? What's up with Daddy since the divorce? I see you're back here, so are you on friendly terms?

Ivy: Actually, I like your father much better now that I'm not married to him. Although, he's managed to turn this place into a home for wayward women. First, he married my old ex-best friend, Rebecca. Then he dumped her, and now he's moved Eve Russell into his bedroom.

Fancy: Eve Russell? Wait. Dr. Eve Russell?

Ivy: Apparently, they were a very hot item when they were young and they've rekindled the flame.

Fancy: Wow. Grandfather must have had a stroke. He's such a racist.

Ivy: Honestly, your father doesn't seem to care. He really loves Eve. Not that I have any intention of letting them live happily ever after -- unless he pays me royally for all the years I suffered as his wife.

Ethan: So, as you can see, a lot's been going on around here.

Ivy: Yeah.

Fancy: I guess so. Nothing like a family reunion to hear all the dirt.

Ivy: Speaking of family -- where's your sister? You were supposed to be traveling together.

Fancy: We were, but we parted company in Italy.

Ivy: Oh --

Fancy: She fell in love with a count or a prince or something.

Ivy: Oh, well, that's bound to end badly.

Fancy: Mother, will you lighten up? She'll be fine.

Ivy: Oh, forgive me, but I haven't heard from either one of you in over six months, and I was just a little worried.

Fancy: I promise you we're both fine.

Ivy: Yeah. You're sure you're not in any kind of trouble?

Man: I mean it! Hand over the dough or I'll plug you both right here and now.

Noah: Ok, ok. Oh, my god, cops.

Man: Ooh --

Ivy: Well, Fancy, are you in trouble or not?

Fancy: Honestly, Mummy, why do you keep asking me that?

Ivy: Because, honey, there's blood on your shoe, and I thought that might be a problem.

Noah: What are you talking about --

Sam: Just stop it! I can take a lot of crap from my kids, but I can't take the lies.

Noah: Dad --

Sam: I called the Dean's office at your college to leave you a message. You know what he told me?

Noah: I'm sorry --

Sam: He said that you haven't been enrolled in college since 2003. That's two years. So what the hell is going on?

Noah: I'm sorry, I --

Sam: You have been lying to me for two years, spending the money that I sent you, sending us letters and emails, pretending that you're working so hard at school, faking grade transcripts, faking letters from the Dean. Now, how do you explain all those lies, all those complicated, detailed, deliberate lies?

Noah: I had my reasons, Dad.

Sam: Oh, what reasons?

Noah: I was getting burnt out at school.

Sam: So you graduated college. No one forced you to go to grad school. Why didn't you just quit and come home?

Noah: Oh -- look, I wanted to, all right? I wanted to come home and talk to you and Mom about it, but, look, I found out you guys were having problems, and I didn't want to bother you or add to your trouble.

Sam: Noah, your mother and I were never too busy or bogged down with our own problems to try to help you.

Noah: I didn't think you'd be interested, Dad. I mean, Mom found out she had another husband when she had amnesia, you know, and she left you to go be with him. I felt so bad for you.

Sam: I appreciate that. But why lie to me for so long? You know, your mom's been gone a long time now.

Noah: I don't know. Once I kept it from you that I dropped out of school, it just got weird, you know? I mean, you were so proud of me being in graduate school and everything, and it just got harder and harder and harder to tell you the truth.

Sam: Look, I still don't believe it. I feel like I don't even know you.

Noah: Dad, I'm still me. Look, I know you're angry, all right, and I'm sorry you're upset and you're hurt, but -- look, I'll explain everything that happened, if -- well, if I'm still welcome here.

Sam: Of course you're still welcome here, son. This is your home. And I'm sure as hell not going to let you out of my sight now.

Noah: Thanks, Dad. So you look good, Kay. You know, you're all grown up.

Kay: Wait until you meet my little Maria. She's so beautiful. You're going to love her.

Noah: I can't wait. Oh -- did you get the present I sent when she was born?

Kay: Oh, yeah, the big stuffed pink pig. She loves it.

Noah: Good, good, good. So where's the other little sister brat, huh? Where's Jessica?

Spike: Gosh, I've missed you, baby. Why don't you get some happy faces?

Jessica: I thought you'd never ask. Where are they?

Spike: In my office, desk drawer. Huh. Whew.

Pete: Spike, that kid is the chief of police's daughter. She's nothing but trouble.

Spike: Well, that's not the way I see it. She's my little insurance policy.

Pete: How's that?

Spike: Well, if I get in trouble with the law, I just dangle little Jessica in front of her old man's face, and then, poof, all my problems go away. Hey, baby. How you doing, huh?

Jessica: I feel great now.

Spike: Yeah.

Jessica: These stickers are all I needed.

Spike: Hmm.

Jessica: I want to dance.

Spike: Please. Whoo.

Paloma : Whoo-hoo!

Girl: Whoo!

Paloma : Whoo-whoo!

Paloma : Oh, no.

Roberto: What's wrong?

Paloma : Listen, guys, I'm going to need your help. Lulu, see that girl over there? Go distract that ape she's dancing with.

Lulu: Distract him?

Paloma : Yeah. You know, ask him for drugs, flirt with him, ask him to dance. Just get him away from my friend.

Lulu: Hello, handsome. Where can I get one of those stickers?

Spike: Well, let me show you, beautiful. I'll be back.

Jessica: Hey, where are you going?

Paloma : Jessica, what are you doing? After what you went through, you're back here again? Do you want to get killed?

Jessica: Back off, Paloma. I know what I'm doing.

Paloma : I don't think so.

Jessica: Oh --

Paloma : Jessica!

Mrs. Wallace: What are you looking for, Luis?

Luis: Anything that might tell me where Beth took Marty.

Sheridan: You know, don't you? Tell me where Beth took my son.

Mrs. Wallace: I am telling you I don't know anything. Look, I am a victim, too, in case you didn't notice.

Sheridan: No, you are not the victim here.

Mrs. Wallace: Uh -

Sheridan: I was the victim when Beth kidnapped me and held me prisoner in your basement. You had to have known what Beth was doing to me.

Mrs. Wallace: No, no, no. She's evil and she's crazy.

Sheridan: I know Beth is evil, all right? She dressed up as a clown so that I wouldn't recognize her, and then she stole my baby. Then she chained me up and she threw me into the ocean and tried to drown me. I know how evil Beth is.

Mrs. Wallace: Shh. Shh. Do you hear that?

Sheridan: Hear what?

Mrs. Wallace: What -- oh. It's my angels and they're talking to me. Shh -- oh, they're telling me that I have to protect them from Beth's evil ways.

Sheridan: Mrs. Wallace, stop it!

Mrs. Wallace: Oh --

Sheridan: Stop pretending like you're crazy, because I know you're not.

Mrs. Wallace: No, please --

Sheridan: Where is my son?

Mrs. Wallace: Don't hurt me, please! Don't hurt an old woman!

Luis: Sheridan --

Mrs. Wallace: Please?

Luis: Mrs. Wallace --

Mrs. Wallace: Huh?

Luis: You know I've always liked you.

Mrs. Wallace: Yeah.

Luis: So I'd hate to have to take you down to the station.

Mrs. Wallace: What? You mean, you're -- you're going to arrest me?

Luis: Well, if you don't start talking, I'm not going to have a choice. Now, this is a small house, and you must have seen things or heard things. Now, if you don't tell me, I'm going to take you down to the station house and arrest you for aiding and abetting.

Mrs. Wallace: Look, Luis, you don't know Beth. She is more evil than you think. And I tried to warn you, but even you wouldn't believe me.

Sheridan: You had a million opportunities to protect me. The police would have protected you.

Mrs. Wallace: No. No, they wouldn't have, Sheridan, no. See, that's why Beth hired Precious to be my nurse -- an orangutan, for heaven sakes? She knew she couldn't hire a human because they would talk.

Luis: Ok. Ok. Now, look, I understand that you were scared.

Mrs. Wallace: Oh, I feared for my life.

Luis: Ok, that's fine. But we need to know where Beth and Marty are. Where did she take him?

Mrs. Wallace: I swear to you, I swear to you I do not know. Beth -- Beth is completely crazy. She has lost what is left of her mind, and I'm telling you I honestly do not know where she has taken Marty. I don't know.

Sheridan: Luis, we have to find them.

Beth: You know, this is even better than I thought, Marty. It's just you and me, no grandma to bring us down, right? I mean, I did think that I'd get Luis, too, but -- well, I've just got to get over that dream. What's behind us, it doesn't matter, right?

Alistair: Time's up, Martin. What's it going to be?

Martin: You win. I'll renew my vows with Pilar.

Katherine: Thank you, Martin.

Alistair: Well, that's good. Good, good, good, good. So you can go. You've already said your goodbyes to Katherine, so you can leave. Go back to your wife. Leave mine alone -- for good.

Pilar: God, I really wish you would stop this. It can only lead to more unhappiness, more problems.

Pilar: Oh, god. It's so late. If Paloma  doesn't come back by midnight, I will go looking for her. God, what's happened to my children? Theresa still thinks she can get Ethan back. And this time Luis might be losing Sheridan for good. And my Antonio -- dead. And Miguel is out there somewhere looking for Charity. And my Paloma, my baby girl, all she wants to do is go out. God knows where she is. What has happened to my family?

Paloma : Jessica?

Girl: What's wrong with her?

Paloma : She's on drugs. We have to get her out of here.

Jessica: No! Leave me alone.

Roberto: She's in bad shape.

Paloma : Jessica, you're going to wind up dead if you're not careful. My friends and I are taking you home.

Jessica: No, you're not! I'm staying here with Spike. I'm having a good time. There's no way I'm going home.

Noah: So where's Jessica? Out on a date or something?

Kay: I think she's upstairs.

Sam: You're not off the hook by any means, young man. But I'm damn glad you're home.

Noah: Thanks, Dad. So, Kay, where's Jessica, huh? Oh, I didn't realize how late it was. She's probably in bed, huh? I mean, she's still just a kid in pigtails, anyway.

Kay: Not exactly.

Sam: Kay, I want you to go upstairs and get your sister.

Kay: Ok.

Noah: She's probably all grown up, just like you are, and still as sweet as ever, right?

Sam: A lot of things have changed since you've been gone.

Kay: You might not even recognize our baby sister.

Ivy: Well, Fancy, where did the blood on your shoe come from?

Fancy: It's like "Pulp Fiction," but without the blood and -- oh!

Noah: Fancy, what is it? Oh, my god.

Fancy: Please tell me we've been punked.

Noah: I can't. This is real. This is way too real. If we were in trouble before, we're in big trouble now.

Fancy: Oh, that. I stubbed my toe yesterday. I didn't think it was bleeding.

Ivy: Well, you stubbed your toe? Maybe you broke it. Maybe we ought to have a doctor look at it. Oh -- huh -- what am I saying? We have a doctor in the house. I'll just call Eve.

Fancy: No, no, my toe is fine. But I am really in need of a shower. Those commercial flights are brutal. Will you tell the maid to take my luggage up to my old room? It is still my old room, right?

Ivy: Yes, it's yours.

Fancy: All right. Well, I'll see you all later, then. Ethan, Gwen, Mummy. It's good to be home.

Ivy: Oh. You know, I wanted both my girls home to be part of the family for so long, and now that Fancy's here, I just sense trouble. I guess we all better be careful what we wish for.

Mrs. Wallace: Oh. Oh, I swear to you, I have no idea where that crazy daughter of mine went. I mean, why would she tell me? She left me here for dead. Huh.

Sheridan: She left a note saying that she was taking Marty to the hospital.

Luis: Yeah, I'm sure that was just a trick to stall us from going after her.

Mrs. Wallace: You're right. She is devious and dangerous.

Sheridan: Dear god, we have to find her, Luis. We have to find my son.

Luis: Look at this. Her passport. She can't go very far without this. Look, we're going to find her. I'm telling you, Sheridan, we're going to find our son, ok?

Beth: Don't you worry, sweetie. Mommy's going to save us, ok? We're almost to the state line. I'm going to take us far, far away where that crazy Sheridan can never find us for as long as we live.

On the Next Passions:

Luis: Beth should be just around this corner.

Sheridan: I'll finally have my son back.

[Sheridan gasps]

Sheridan: Marty.

Noah: So what's going on with our kid sister, huh?

Jessica: You can't tell me what to do!

Alistair: And you know what happens if my name is tied to yours.

Spike: Yes, sir, I understand.

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