Passions Transcript Monday 6/27/05 [an error occurred while processing this directive]

Passions Transcript Monday 6/27/05 - Canada; Tuesday 6/28/05 - USA
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By  Amanda
Proofread by Jodi

[Spike coughs]

Spike: Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, it's a total loss. Damn it! It'll take me months to reopen. Where do I get the money for this? Alistair is not going to like this. He's going to want his cut no matter what. Well, he's going to come down on me hard. Oh. Oh, just great! I'm going to figure out who burnt this place down. Somebody is going to pay.

Fancy: Help! Somebody, help me! Put me down, you Neanderthal.

Noah: I can't wait, but not until I get you home.

Fancy: You're going to carry me all the way up to the Crane mansion?

Noah: That's the plan.

Fancy: I can get home by myself, on my own.

Noah: You tripped over your own shoes and then started limping, all right? What if you sprained your ankle or something? I'm going to get you home before you kill yourself.

Fancy: You are so full of yourself.

Noah: This coming from the girl who thinks the world is her personal playground.

Fancy: I am a woman, not a girl. And this was all your fault. I'd be just fine if you didn't set fire to that club.

Noah: Look, I did it for a good reason, all right?

Fancy: Oh, yeah, yeah, your sister -- or so you say. I'm still not convinced you weren't trying to kill me.

Noah: If I was trying to kill you, then why would I have risked my neck to rescue you? Huh? Why would I be breaking my back right now to carry you all the way home?

Fancy: You're not rescuing me. You're just butting in to my life.

Noah: Listen --

Fancy: Oh.

Noah: I'm going to get you home whether you like it or not, so just drop the spoiled-brat routine and let me get you there, ok? And then if I'm lucky, I'll never have to see you ever again.

Fancy: Fine with me. Now, move.

Noah: Sometimes I wish I wasn't such a boy scout.

Katherine: Oh, my god. Is she dead?

Pilar: She fell all the way down the stairs.

Katherine: Oh, my god. Her head is bleeding.

Theresa: Mama?

Pilar: Ay, Theresa. What have you done, mija?

Theresa: Nothing, Mama. No, I did nothing.

Ivy: Oh, my god. What happened?

Theresa: Your days of making my life miserable are over, Rebecca. You will never take my daughter away from me the way that you took my son. As god is my witness, I will kill you first.

Rebecca: No! No, Theresa, don't do it!

Theresa: Don't do what?

Rebecca: Theresa! No! Ah -- ah!

Martin: My god.

Katherine: Oh, Rebecca.

Pilar: Theresa, what have you done?

Theresa: She set me up.

Martin: She's not moving. I can't find a pulse. I think she's dead.

Ivy: Murderer. You murderer. You -- you killed Rebecca. You murdered her.

Theresa: No, no, I didn't. I didn't do it. I didn't touch her, I swear.

Luis: Look, if Sheridan's right, Beth and Alistair could be in the mansion, but who knows? We haven't looked there in a while. They could be anywhere by this point.

Sam: Yeah, you're right.

Ethan: I don't like this. I mean, if he's up to his old sleight of hand, he could be diverting us back to the mansion while he gets Beth and Marty out another way.

Sam: Look, we need to split up. Beth and Marty could be anywhere on the property, if they're still here.

Luis: Look, don't even say that. They're here, ok? And after everything that Beth has done -- that woman's downright crazy.

Gwen: God only knows what she'll try and do to Sheridan.

Luis: All right, come on. Let's go, let's find them. Let's split up.

Gwen: All right.

Beth: Ok. There you go.

Marty: Me go.

Beth: All right.

Marty: Me go.

Sheridan: Give me back my son, you bitch! Give me Marty. You're not going anywhere, not until you give me my son.

Beth: You're not making any sense, Sheridan.

Sheridan: Oh, do not even start with me, all right? Just give -- stop it. I've caught you! Now, forget about it. You're not going anywhere, not this time.

Ivy: You murderer. You pushed Rebecca.

Theresa: No, no, I did no such thing.

Katherine: She can't be dead. Martin, please tell me she's breathing.

Martin: It's hard to tell.

Theresa: Mama, mama, I didn't.

Martin: She's alive.

Pilar: Oh, gracias, o lord.

Rebecca: Oh. Dear god, did I -- did I make it? Oh --

Martin: Easy.

Rebecca: Oh, am I in heaven? Ah -- ah! Ah. Keep her away from me! She pushed me down the stairs! She tried to kill me.

Theresa: No, that --

Martin: Easy.

Theresa: That -- that's crazy. I didn't even touch you.

Ethan: What the heck happened here?

Rebecca: Ethan, please, you got to help me. Theresa pushed me down the stairs. She's tried to kill me. It's a wonder I'm not dead.

Theresa: No, no, she's lying, Ethan.

Martin: Katherine?

Theresa: I didn't touch her.

Ethan: Theresa, what are you doing here, huh?

Theresa: I was with Jane. You know that.

Ethan: Oh, come off it. I told you to go home. I told you to stay there. You wouldn't listen to me. I'm out there looking for Marty, you're in here attacking her? What is wrong with you?

Theresa: I wasn't attacking her, Ethan. I -- it's not what you think. I didn't touch her, ok? She's lying. You're lying, Rebecca.

Rebecca: Well, I -- I lied? What, are you saying that I made up that you pushed me down the stairs, that I was knocked out and nearly died?

Ethan: All right, wait, wait. Who was here, huh?

Martin: Yeah, we all were. We heard Theresa and Rebecca fighting upstairs, and then Rebecca was screaming at Theresa to leave her alone, and then we looked up to see what the ruckus was all about, and -- well, the next thing you know, we saw Rebecca flying down the stairs backwards and she hit her head on the floor hard.

Theresa: Well, leave it to you to give evidence against your own child, papa. I hate you.

Pilar: Theresa, your father's simply just telling what we all saw.

Theresa: I didn't do it, mama. My god, you're siding with her? Or how about this adulterer right here who left you to be with her?

Pilar: Theresa, I'm simply just telling the truth.

Theresa: Well, I'm telling you the truth, mama. I swear to you I didn't push her.

Rebecca: Oh, my god. I hope my face is all right.

Theresa: It's your lying soul that you should be worried about, Rebecca.

Katherine: Dear, listen, we all heard you fighting with Rebecca. We all saw the same thing.

Theresa: Well, I'm telling you what you saw was wrong. I didn't touch her. I didn't hurt her. I didn't -- I didn't do anything.

Gwen: Sheridan, hello? Sheridan, honey, please be here.

Gwen: Our little one's here. She's probably starving. You know, I wonder if I'm going to be good at --

Ethan: Honey, honey, stop it! Honey, she didn't make it. Our baby's dead.

Gwen: No, Ethan, no! Please, no.

Luis: Sheridan?

Gwen: I'm sorry, Luis. It's just me.

Luis: You know, I was just hoping that she might have come back here.

Gwen: Yep. Me, too.

Luis: You all right?

Gwen: Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, this -- you know, Sheridan was just so close to getting Marty back and now it looks like she may have lost him again and this whole thing's just really bringing up a lot of emotions for me.

Luis: About losing Sarah?

Gwen: Yeah, and my son. Look, I know what it's like to lose a child. I know what Sheridan has gone through. I know what she's going through now. Luis, I would kill, I would kill to have the chance to have my Sarah back again, so believe me, she's -- Sheridan's going to do anything she can to get Marty back.

Luis: Oh, I know. And that's what scares me, especially now with Beth being so desperate. Did you search the cottage yet?

Gwen: No, I haven't.

Luis: Oh, god. You know, Beth's already tried to kill Sheridan once. There's no doubt in my mind that if she feels threatened she's going to try again.

Gwen: Yeah? Well, maybe I wasn't crazy when I thought she was the one who tried to run me over, Luis.

Luis: Maybe you're right. And I know how badly Sheridan wants to get Marty back. I just hope that she doesn't do anything to put herself in danger. Oh, damn it. No luck. Where can Sheridan be?

Gwen: Yeah -- where's Beth?

Luis: Oh, I just hope they're not together.

Sheridan: Give me the key, Beth. I want my child back.

Beth: You can't have him. He's mine, mine!

Sheridan: Ugh! The hell he is. I know everything now. I suspected you for months and months that you were behind every sick thing that ever happened to me. You were one of the clowns. You kidnapped me. You held me hostage in that pit in your basement. You tortured me! And then you took my son from me after I gave birth to him!

Beth: You're insane.

Sheridan: No. That's what you wanted me to believe, but it looks like you're the crazy one here. You tried to kill me! You threw my body in the ocean and left me for dead. Thanks to Luis, I survived. And then you tried to make me believe that my son died when that car went off the cliff, and you know what? You almost had me, because I almost did go insane. You sick, cruel son of a -- I knew my child was alive. I knew my child was Marty. That's why I had to breastfeed him, isn't it? It's because you were never even pregnant to begin with, were you? Damn you! Why would you try to keep my child from me? You know what? None of it worked, because I developed such a strong bond with Marty, and that's when you had to go on your campaign to convince everyone that I was mad, when all this time, you were the sick psychopath.

Beth: You got to calm down. I really think you're losing it.

Sheridan: You know what? I could kill you right now. In fact, maybe I should, because you kept me from my son all this time. You put me through hell. Why? You could have had your own child. Why did you have to take mine? Tell me. I want the truth. Answer me!

Mrs. Wallace: Evil girl.

Beth: No, Mother. I'm a woman trying to hold on to the man that I love, the man that I am supposed to marry.

Mrs. Wallace: Uh --

Beth: And I'm not going to let you or that bitch Sheridan stand in my way, no matter what I have to do. As mad as I am at Luis right now, I'm not above forgiving him someday if he chooses to come to his senses.

Mrs. Wallace: Meaning?

Beth: Meaning he may someday understand why I did what I did -- that it was because I loved him, and once he realizes that, there's no reason that we can't be together on down the road.

Mrs. Wallace: You really think he is going to forgive you for kidnapping Marty and for killing his one true love?

Beth: And then he'll marry me, and then he and Marty and I -- we're going to live happily ever after. Because you deserved it. You deserved what I did to you and more, much more.

Spike: Whoever did this is going to pay. Nobody screws me over and gets away with it.

Spike: And when I find whoever burned me out, they're dead.

Fancy: Hey, don't hold me like that. It hurts my arm. Oh. It's worse.

Noah: Oh, man, all your screaming is giving me a headache. Oh, god. Why did I burn down that club? I could use a drink right now.

Fancy: So put me down and I'll get home on my own.

Noah: Like that'll happen. You'll probably get attacked by bears and end up on the front page of the "Harmony Herald."

Fancy: Excuse me. I am not helpless.

Noah: Since we've met, how many times have I had to rescue you, huh? Oh, and let's not forget about at least one Vegas goon who's after us, thanks to you?

Fancy: That was an accident.

Noah: It was no accident you took the money. Look, we were supposed to split up and never see each other again, remember?

Fancy: So I came home. How was I supposed to know that you were from Harmony, too?

Noah: Well, trust me, if I knew you were a Crane, I would have stayed in Vegas. Your family makes the mob looks like a bunch of fairy godmothers.

Fancy: Oh, you're just jealous. Most guys would pay to be near me.

Noah: Yeah, until you open your mouth.

Fancy: That is it. Put me down! I am so sick and tired of your snarky remarks. I'd rather limp home than spend another second with you. I said put me down!

Noah: Shh. There's a guy over there, all right? If you keep screaming, he'll think you're in trouble and call the cops.

Fancy: Hey, you! Help! I'm over here! Please, I need help!

Noah: Are you nuts?

Fancy: Please help me! I'm being kidnapped by an arsonist!

Theresa: You've got to believe me. I didn't hurt her. I didn't even touch her.

Ivy: We need to get Sam. This is a police matter, attempted murder.

Theresa: No, please, Ivy, no.

Ivy: Do you know where Sam is?

Ethan: Mother, he has a walkie-talkie, but he's busy trying to find Beth and Marty.

Ivy: Fine. I will just call the station and I'll get a doctor over here, too.

Theresa: No, please, Ivy.

Rebecca: No, Ivy. Please, the girl's right. Please -- please don't.

Ivy: You don't want me to call the police? This home wrecker just tried to kill you.

Theresa: No, I didn't.

Rebecca: Oh. There has been so much pain on both sides here. I mean, can't we all just get along? I mean, so much pain and -- and sadness. Oh. Oh, I just don't want any more trouble.

Theresa: Since when, Rebecca?

Martin: That's -- that's very big of you, Rebecca.

Katherine: Yes, I -- I thought you would have wanted to put her in jail.

Pilar: Something's not right here.

Rebecca: Well, please, please. don't involve the police in this.

Theresa: Of course you don't want the police, Rebecca, because you know that they would know that I'm innocent.

Ivy: Oh, then you would want me to call them?

Theresa: No. You don't want to make trouble, Rebecca? You live for making trouble.

Rebecca: Oh. Sweetheart. Now, I know we've had our differences in the past. And we have, but -- but, you, you are Jane's biological mother, and since that sweet, adorable child is my step grandchild, well, I certainly don't want her to have to grow up with the stigma of having a mother in jail, so please for sweet baby Jane's sake, let's have peace.

Ethan: Yeah, that's what I've wanted all along.

Theresa: You're not buying this, Ethan. Are you? You know what she's like. Tell me you're not falling for her lies.

Beth: You deserved everything that I did to you.

Sheridan: Why? What did I ever do to you?

Beth: You stole Luis, the man that I love, the man that I've loved since high school. And we would have still been together if it weren't for you.

Sheridan: You and Luis broke up years before we met.

Beth: He would have come back to me. He would have. You had to come along, little miss richy bitch, drowning in money, with your face on the cover of every magazine. You had everything. Did you have to steal my boyfriend, too?

Sheridan: Luis was not your boyfriend.

Beth: You took him from me. I had to do whatever it took to get him back and make you pay.

Sheridan: Good god. This is crazy.

Beth: Crazy? I'm not the one that's crazy, Sheridan.

Sheridan: You said you were my friend. You always said you were so supportive. You wanted Luis and me to be happy.

Beth: It was an act, all of it. You were stupid enough to fall for it. Every time you came whining to me about Luis and all your nauseating feelings, it was everything I could do not to bash your stupid blond head in.

Sheridan: You're a lunatic.

Beth: Just looking at you makes me sick. I hated you then and I hate you now.

Sheridan: But think about everything that you've done, all the crimes that you've committed. What kind of person does such a thing?

Beth: Like father, like daughter. I'm more Alistair's daughter than you will ever be.

Sheridan: God, it makes me sick to think you're my half sister.

Beth: Well, that makes two of us. You're nothing like me. You're like your mother. You're weak, you're fragile, you're a victim. Katherine always came in last, and so will you. That's why I'm glad to be Alistair's daughter, to be a winner.

Sheridan: Well, you're not going to win this time, because you've been caught. You're going to go to jail for the rest of your life because you're a monster, an absolute monster.

Beth: Boo! Well, this monster destroyed you and Luis. don't you ever forget it.

[Marty cries out]

Fancy: Hey, over here -- help! He's kidnapping me.

Noah: Are you nuts or just stupid, all right? I'm trying to help you.

Fancy: You don't listen. I said I didn't need your help. Put me down.

Noah: You want it, you got it.

Fancy: Hey. You could have hurt me.

Spike: You.

Fancy: Oh, hi, again.

Spike: Well, thank god you got out of that horrible fire. What's going on?

Fancy: Thank god you showed up. This guy is crazy and a real jerk. He won't leave me alone. He manhandles women among other things.

Spike: Well, then, why don't you call a cop then, honey?

Fancy: Yeah, right. He'll get away with it. He's the police chief's son.

Spike: You're Sam Bennett's son?

Noah: Yeah. And why? What's it to you?

Spike: You smell like gasoline. Your old man hates me, but you know that, don't you? You came down here to even the score.

Noah: Listen, pal, you're talking nonsense, all right?

Spike: You were the guy in my club. You did it. You set the fire to my club.

Theresa: Tell me you're not buying Rebecca's innocent-victim act. She doesn't want the police here because she knows that I didn't try to kill her.

Rebecca: Oh, oh, my poor head.

Ethan: Theresa, even your parents said they heard you fighting with her upstairs.

Pilar: Yes, mija. That's why we all rushed in here.

Theresa: This is crazy.

Ethan: Look, look, I'm not stupid, and when it comes to Rebecca, I know what she's like.

Rebecca: Hey, wait a minute.

Ethan: But I also know what you're like, and this is not the first time that this has happened, Theresa. You've attacked other people before.

Theresa: They were accidents, Ethan.

Rebecca: Hmm, yes, but there have been so many "accidents" -- you know, like the time you fought with Gwen and then you pushed her down the stairs. She fell, and that killed little baby Sarah.

Theresa: I never pushed Gwen.

Rebecca: Oh, and then there was the time where you stabbed Gwen when you were giving birth to little Ethan.

Theresa: I was out of my mind and I didn't know what I was doing.

Ivy: Well, let's not forget the time that you pushed me down the stairs -- and I was in a wheelchair.

Martin: Honey, is this all true?

Pilar: Well, our daughter can lose control when she's pushed beyond her limits.

Ivy: Do you hear that, Theresa? Even you own mother admits what you are capable of. It never stops with you. You know, there's just always a new crime on the horizon when it comes to you.

Ethan: Theresa, you're your own worst enemy, you know? I told you at your mother's house that you might be manic---

Theresa: No.

Ethan: Theresa. Why didn't you just go home? Why didn't you just -- why did you sneak behind my back and come back here?

Theresa: I didn't sneak behind your back. I came to be with Jane, and you know that. I didn't do anything wrong.

Ethan: That's the trouble. You never think you do. Will you please make sure she goes home this time?

Pilar: I will. I don't want to leave before finding my grandson Marty and Beth, but I'll come back. Thank you, Rebecca, for forgetting what happened here tonight.

Rebecca: Oh. No, no, I never said that. You see, I'm going to forgive, but I can't forget. Uh-uh. That is not going to happen.

Luis: There's no sign of Sheridan anywhere. It doesn't look like Beth and Marty have been here, either. Look, I'm really sorry to put you through this, Gwen, and I know that you've already been through a lot.

Gwen: It's not your fault.

Luis: It's Theresa's.

Gwen: Yeah, well, you said it, I didn't.

Luis: Look, whatever has gone on between the two of you, I just figure it's a two-way street, right?

Gwen: You know what? Why don't we concentrate on finding Sheridan, Beth, and Marty, ok?

Luis: Yeah, and quickly, because I got the feeling that we're running out of time.

Beth: So you think I've lost. But I haven't. I've separated you and Luis, and I still have Marty, Luis' son. And that will bring Luis back to me. You know what? If I get busy, we might be able to get married on Labor Day weekend.

Sheridan: You're an absolute lunatic. I want my child back. Now, give me that key!

Beth: No!

Sheridan: I want Marty!

Beth: You know what? You know what? If Luis had listened to you all those months, you would have had Marty back ages ago, but he didn't, because he trusted me over you, so what does that tell you?

Sheridan: Well, he believes me now.

Beth: Oh, yeah, right. He thinks you're cuckoo. No. No. He doesn't love you. He pities you. He loves me. He's only loved me. That's why he never listened to you and he always stood up for me -- because I'm the one that lives in his heart.

Sheridan: No.

Beth: Go on. You keep kidding yourself. No one forgets their first love. That's what keeps you warm at night. And that's why over and over, Luis, he trusted me over you -- try living with that forever, oh, because every time you look at him, you're going to remember he didn't believe you, because if he did, you would have had Marty years ago.

Sheridan: I will get my son back.

Beth: No, you won't, Sher-Sher. It ain't happening. I'm taking Marty, we're leaving town, and you're never going to see him again. You know, it's like if Luis had loved you, he would have listened to you. But he didn't. He loves me. He just loves me.

Sheridan: No. No.

Rebecca: Oh, could someone please give me a drink of water?

Katherine: I will.

Rebecca: Thank you. Now, I said I could forgive. But I am never going to forget she tried to kill me.

Theresa: You can't get away with this, Rebecca.

Rebecca: You just keep her away from me.

Pilar: Do what she says, Theresa.

Rebecca: I don't want her anywhere near me. I mean, who's to say she isn't going to become unglued and try to reach for a machete?

Theresa: Just stop it!

Rebecca: No, I don't want her ever in this house again. In fact, to be perfectly honest, I don't think she should go anywhere near Jane.

Theresa: She's my daughter, Rebecca.

Rebecca: Well, at the very least, she is a horrible influence on Jane, and we have to start thinking about Jane's safety here.

Theresa: I'm her mother. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.

Rebecca: Look, a mother who is prone to these violent outbursts and could be deranged. No, no, no, no. I don't think she should go anywhere near Jane.

Theresa: No!

Ethan: Rebecca, look, you're going too far. She's Jane's mother. She does deserve to spend time with her.

Rebecca: Fine. Then let it be on your head. At the very least, these visits should be supervised. I mean, I really don't think that we could possibly know that Jane would be safe unless there was someone from child services there to protect her.

Theresa: You are out of your mind, Rebecca.

Rebecca: Ok. Fine. Then I agree with Ivy. We should call the cops. So, you either agree to never come around this house and have very restricted, supervised visits with Jane, or I'm going to have you thrown in jail.

Theresa: Well, I'm not going to do that. I'm not going do that!

Martin: No, honey, she's got the law on her side. I think you should just agree.

Pilar: Listen to your father, mija, or otherwise, you'll go to jail. Just listen, for once.

Luis: No, I'm with Gwen. Look, we searched the cottage down by the lake, the pool. No sign of Sheridan or Beth.

Sam: Well, I've searched through the whole house again. No sign of them.

Luis: Damn it, where could they be?

Sam: Who knows? Another secret room?

Luis: No, I doubt it. Alistair wants Beth and Marty out of here.

Sam: Look, I'll search the house again.

Luis: All right, just keep searching, all right? We have to find them. We have to find them. Come on.

Beth: God, do you think I'm deaf? The whole town heard your fights. "Oh, Luis, we don't need proof! Just listen to my heart! Marty's my son!" But he didn't. Why? Because he trusted me. Why? Because he loved me. Why? Because you're a stupid blond!

Sheridan: You know, I'm not going to listen to any of this. And now I want that key, Beth. I mean it! Give it to me!

Beth: Not a chance! My baby is in there. You'll just scare him.

Sheridan: Look, we can end all this right now. I can help you escape. I can give you a plane, money -- anything. Just please, give me Marty.

Beth: I don't need your money, Sis. Daddy gave me everything I needed.

Sheridan: What?

Beth: He's been helping me all along. Oh, yeah. Yeah. From the very beginning, even before he knew I was his daughter.

Sheridan: No.

Beth: Oh, yeah. See, Daddy doesn't give a damn about you. He doesn't want you to be with Luis or Marty, so you won't be. You don't have anything.

Sheridan: I will get my son back.

Beth: Want to bet?

Spike: You're the one that burned down my club.

Noah: Whoa -- your club? You're Spike? You're the sleazebag who hurt my little sister?

Spike: Hey, I didn't do nothing to Jessica that she didn't want doing. And, man, let me tell you something. Your little sister is wild. You know, she's up for anything. Hmm, I mean, anything.

Noah: You son of a --

Spike: Get off me! Get up, now.

Fancy: Oh, my god.

Beth: I wish we could stay and chat, but Marty and I got to hit the road. See you later, loser. Ok, Marty. Say bye-bye, loser. Don't worry. We never have to see that bad lady ever again, ok?

Sheridan: You're not going anywhere, you bitch!

Spike: All right, let me up! Let me up!

Fancy: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, wait a minute. No guns. Someone could get hurt -- maybe me.

Spike: Shut up. Get over there and stand next to him.

Fancy: Who, me?

Spike: I said get over there!

Fancy: Don't be silly. Why me? I didn't do anything.

Spike: You set me up.

Fancy: What?

Spike: What, you think I'm stupid, huh? I know you're working with this clown.

Fancy: Don't be ridiculous. I didn't even know he was in town.

Noah: She's telling the truth, all right, man? I'm on my own.

Spike: Oh, fat chance. You came down on my club to check out the joint and make sure that I was there so pretty boy here could start the fire. Now I'm on to you both.

Fancy: As if. I didn't do anything.

Spike: I said get over there! Now, which one of you wants to die first, Paris Hilton or the police chief's son?

Pilar: Teresita, mija, do what she says, ok? Agree to stay away from the mansion and to supervised visits with Jane, or she'll send you to jail.

Theresa: No, never. No, it makes sense to me. See, we were up at the top of the stairs, Rebecca, we were arguing, and you realized that you had an audience, so you acted like I was attacking you, and then you threw yourself down the stairs.

Rebecca: Ha! I threw myself down the stairs? Ooh, Theresa, you're going to have to do better than that.

Theresa: I saw you throw yourself down the stairs, Rebecca. She set me up. Ok? I was framed, Mama. I was framed. She did this to me to keep me from my child.

Ethan: Theresa, come on. She would have killed herself. She could have killed herself throwing herself down the stairs. No one in their right mind would have done that.

Theresa: Why don't you ever believe me?

Theresa: It's not my fault that these things happen, Ethan. I'm always getting blamed for everything --

Ivy: She's right, isn't she?

Theresa: And I've never acted out --

Ivy: You set this up.

Ethan: Theresa, you know that's not true, all right?

Ivy: You risked your neck to get Theresa out of Ethan and Gwen's lives.

Rebecca: Hmm. Of course I did. Wouldn't you?

Ivy: I know you were trying to show Ethan that I was out to break up Sam and grace by refusing to leave. Well, guess what. It didn't work. And now he is never going to believe any of the terrible things you say about me. And P.D. -- You are stuck with me at the mansion, where I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you never get Ethan back.

Theresa: Oh, yes, I will, Ivy, but you will never get Sam. You're out of his house, and I will find a way to get you back out of mine.

Ivy: Not if I have my way about it.

Theresa: Ivy, the days of having your way are over. I am going to get rid of you for good this time.

Ivy: What did you say?

Theresa: I said I am going to get rid of you for good this time. Oh!

[Ivy screams]

Ivy: News flash -- I already did, remember?

Rebecca: Oh, you mean when Theresa "pushed" you down the stairs?

Ivy: Hmm. For a minute there, I thought I actually died, but even that was worth it.

Theresa: Why do you take their side time and time again?

Ivy: You go, girl.

Rebecca: Just watch me. I think my plan's already started to work.

Theresa: I want the child you stole from me.

Ethan: You know, you're right, Jane's my child, and I can't believe I'm agreeing with Rebecca. But I do on this one, Theresa. I don't know, I don't think you should be alone with Jane.

Theresa: No. No, Ethan.

Luis: Any sign of them?

Sam: No, nothing. Alistair's gone. I didn't see Sheridan, Beth, or Marty.

Gwen: Where in the world could they be?

Luis: I have no idea. But we got to find them. I mean, Beth is clearly out of her mind, and god only knows what she is capable of doing to Sheridan.

Gwen: All right, well, we have to find them.

Luis: Let's just keep looking.

Sam: Let's go.

Gwen: Ok.

Sheridan: Out of the car now!

Beth: Out of my way, Sheridan! I am leaving with my son now!

Sheridan: You will take my baby over my dead body.

Beth: I was hoping you'd say that.

[Tires screech]

Sheridan: Oh, my god. No!

On the Next Passions:

Spike: Now you're both dead.

[Fancy screams]

Rebecca: Theresa is still a threat to you. That is why we have to get her out of our lives once and for all.

Gwen: I couldn't agree more.

Ethan: I'm not changing my mind. I will not permit you to see Jane alone.

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