Passions Transcript Tuesday 6/28/05 [an error occurred while processing this directive]

Passions Transcript Tuesday 6/28/05--Canada; Wednesday 6/29/05--USA
 
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By Amanda
Proofread by Jodi

Fancy: And I was supposed to entrust my life to you?

Noah: Look, now is not the time, Fancy girl.

Spike: Oh, enough with the billing and the cooing garbage. I almost forgot -- you're first.

Noah: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Ok, why are you going to kill her when I'm the one you got a problem with, man? Look, I'm the one who burnt down your sleaze joint, ok? I'm the one who should pay.

Spike: Oh, we agree, but I can't think of a better way to make you suffer than to force you -- force you to watch me shoot your girlfriend.

Noah: Oh, for the last time, she's not my girl--

Spike: Right, right, right, I got that. I got that. She's not your lady, you met by chance, and if this is true, then she is one unlucky lady.

Fancy: Please don't kill me, or him. Let us go.

Spike: Oh, it's way too late for that now. But that doesn't mean you're going to die quick. No. You know, I once heard that if you place the bullet just so in the skull that death comes real slow. Yeah, you bleed to death. Not pretty. That way once hero boy sees that, he won't mind much when I take him out. It's too bad that you're going to have to suffer so much and so long.

Pilar: Get your hand off my husband.

Katherine: I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

Pilar: No, you didn't mean it. You never do.

Martin: No, Pilar, please, come on. She just reached for me out of habit.

Pilar: That's no excuse. We had an agreement. She's out of our lives for good. You said you wanted to rebuild your life with me.

Martin: I do.

Theresa: You're out of your mind, Mama, if you want him back, much less think that you can trust him.

Pilar: This is between your father and me, nobody else. And this is hardly the place to discuss it.

Theresa: I didn't start it, Mama. She did.

Pilar: Theresa, that's enough. Luis and Sheridan's baby is missing, and you may have lost the opportunity you had to share custody of your little girl.

Theresa: Well, it's not my doing, Mama. It's Gwen and Rebecca's doing, and you know that. And his. Maybe if you hadn't left us all those years ago when I was growing up, maybe I wouldn't have been forced to fight for everything that I ever wanted. Maybe I wouldn't have felt like I had to scratch and claw my way to a level playing field against all the Cranes. You did it, Papa. You made my life, all of our lives a living hell. All the problems we've endured have been your fault.

Martin: Theresa, please. I have tried to apologize for my past mistakes. But I'm here now, and I want to help you.

Theresa: Well, then how about trusting your child and helping me get mine back?

Ethan: Theresa, as usual you're pointing the finger in the wrong direction here. Look at yourself if you want to know who's to blame for this, all right? This situation is between you and me, no one else.

Theresa: And that's what I've been trying to tell you, Ethan. Jane is our child, your child with me! We should be raising her together, and my son.

Rebecca: Well, now do you believe me? She is not going to stop until she ruins my daughter's marriage.

Gwen: Well, you don't need to worry, Mother, because I am not going to let that happen, Theresa. Never.

[Tires screech]

Beth: Damn it. Why did Luis push her out of the way?

Luis: Oh, my god. Are you all right?

Sheridan: Yes, I'm fine, but Marty is in the back seat. Give me my son back!

Beth: He's my baby! He's going to stay my baby!

Luis: Yeah, the hell he is!

Beth: I'm sorry, Luis, everything turned out this way, but I still love you!

Luis: Beth!

[Tires screech]

Sheridan: Luis, you've got to stop her!

Sheridan: Luis! Luis, are you ok?

Luis: Yeah, I'm fine.

Sheridan: Look, you got to stop her. Please don't let her take my son. Shoot her!

Luis: I can't.

Sheridan: Oh, please. Do not tell me it's because it's your good old Beth.

Luis: This has nothing to do with Beth. It's Marty.

Sheridan: Well, you could shoot out the tires and it would stop the car.

Luis: Listen, the car could go out of control and hurt Marty!

Sheridan: Right, or he could get killed. How are we going to stop her?

Luis: I don't know.

Sheridan: What if she gets off the grounds? If she gets off the estate, my son is gone forever.

Luis: I'm going to radio the guards at the gate. Hey, listen, the suspect is trying to leave the grounds in a silver Volvo, 2005 make.

Gwen: What is going on here?

Rebecca: The little tramp pushed me down the stairs.

Theresa: I did not. Your mother threw herself down the stairs on purpose.

Ivy: Oh, please.

Gwen: Are you all right?

Rebecca: Yes, honey. I'm a little shaky and I know I'm going to be quite sore, but it could have been so much worse. I mean, she wanted me dead.

Gwen: Well, what, were you guys fighting?

Rebecca: Well, just the usual. But then she got this crazed, glazed look in her eye, and it's the same look that I know you've seen her give you before she attacked you many times.

Theresa: You're twisting everything around, Rebecca. Gwen has attacked me many more times than I've ever --

Pilar: Theresa, callate, por favor. You're making things worse.

Gwen: Ok, what is wrong with you? I mean, seriously, did you actually think you could just get away with killing my mother?

Theresa: I didn't touch the old bag, Gwen, ok, much less push her down the stairs.

Gwen: That's great, now you're going to call my mother names. Well, I would appreciate it if you kept your voice down because I don't want Jane to hear your hysterical rantings.

Ivy: As if Theresa would care about that. She's already proven she's an unfit mother.

Theresa: I am a good mother, Ivy. My children mean more to me than anything in this world and you know that, Ethan, so tell them. Tell them that at least. Tell them I love my children more than anything in this world. You cannot seriously be denying me time with my own child.

Ethan: You've gone too far this time. I'm sorry, I thought we had an agreement. I thought all the fighting and all the acts of revenge were done. But you couldn't do it, could you? I suppose you were faking when you told me you could agree.

Theresa: Ethan, let me have time with my child. I will never fight with Gwen and Rebecca again.

Ethan: Theresa, it's a little late for that, all right? I'm not changing my mind. I will not permit you to see Jane alone.

Noah: Oh, you're missing the boat here, man.

Spike: Hey, I know what you're up to, pal, and it's not going to work. You've already wasted enough of my time already.

Noah: Yeah, I'm just saying once you pull that trigger, there's no turning back.

Spike: Oh, right -- for you and the girl maybe. For me, I plan on living a long and productive life after tonight.

Noah: You don't actually think you're going to get away with this, do you?

Spike: I already am. You remember the sirens we heard a few minutes ago? Well, it looks like they went someplace else.

Noah: Whoa, that doesn't mean there aren't cops nearby, all right? And if you get picked up anywhere near our dead bodies, you're going down. And you either got a lifetime in jail making license plates, or more likely a lethal injection, all right?

Spike: Hey, do I look worried?

Noah: No, but you should be. I mean, look, so far nobody's gotten you on anything you'd actually have to do time for. I mean, I'm not saying that you haven't broken a whole slew of laws, but I guess nobody can prove it yet.

Spike: Never have, never will.

Noah: Now, murder is another thing, man. All right? Even if they don't catch you tonight, Harmony P.D. will work this case until they do, all right? My father is the Chief of Police, remember? You're going to get caught.

Spike: Well, I beg to differ. You see, I'm a lot smarter than you think. See this gun? It's not mine, ok, and it can't be traced to me. Now, say goodbye to miss fancy pants.

Spike: Ah! Damn it!

Fancy: Oh, my god.

Spike: Ok, get up! Get up! Get up. All right. Now you're both dead.

[Fancy screams]

Spike: Damn it!

Noah: You missed.

Spike: Yeah, her, maybe, but she's going to drown in the deep blue sea anyway. But with you, I'm not going to miss.

Noah: Ha! It looks it's just you and me now.

Spike: I'm not scared of you, pretty boy. In fact, I'm going to get you back for messing with my livelihood!

Noah: I don't think so, all right? My dad's hands may be tied when it comes to teaching you a lesson. You know, the Chief of Police can't get blood on his hands, but his son sure as hell can!

Spike: Oh, really? That's still not going to make your sister a virgin again.

Noah: You filthy son of a --

Spike: Huh, huh? Look, I think the problem is that your father and you just don't understand. You've got to let your sister grow up a little bit.

Noah: Oh, you got her high and you raped her!

Spike: Oh, prove it. The truth is your sister is just another hot-to-trot, screwed-up, middle-class girl that winds up in my club from time to time. And I never twisted her arm to keep her hanging out there. Nah, nah, she just loves getting high, almost as much as she loves having sex.

Noah: Ugh, I'm going to make sure you never touch my little sister or any other girl ever again!

Spike: Oh! Now, you're sitting here hassling me O.T. about your sister's honor, and your lady friend is drowning dockside over there. Now, tell me -- what's more important, huh? Save the lady in distress or whoop my behind? Huh?

Fancy: Help me!

Spike: What's it going to be, huh?

[Fancy screams]

Noah: Oh, damn you to hell! Ugh!

Fancy: Oh, god!

Theresa: You don't mean it, Ethan. You're just trying to scare me.

Ethan: No, no, Theresa, that's your style, not mine. I do mean what I say, and there are no more unchaperoned visits with Jane. I'm sorry.

Theresa: She's my daughter, Ethan. She shouldn't even be living here with you and Gwen.

Ethan: I told you not to barge in here. I told you it wasn't a good time to see your daughter, but what did you do? You went behind my back. You walked right in, even though there's a family crisis going on, Theresa. It's your brother's baby that's missing. Do you think about anybody but yourself, ever?

Theresa: Of course I do. I want Sheridan to find Marty.

Rebecca: Well, then why did you start an argument with me and push me down the stairs?

Theresa: I didn't, Rebecca.

Gwen: Well, Theresa, no one believes you. You know, I mean, I knew you were selfish. But you really -- you even surprised me tonight. Marty is your nephew, for crying out loud, and everyone else is out there doing the best they can to try and track him down, and what do you do? No, you're here causing more trouble.

Rebecca: I told you she's a sociopath.

Theresa: Just shut up!

Ethan: Theresa, I'm sorry, I think you need to be quiet this time, because whether you like it or not, finding Marty is our priority right now. Listen to me -- is there any sign of Beth or Marty on the grounds?

Gwen: Luis thought he heard something, he went to go check it out, Sam is checking the grounds again, and I came back here thinking maybe they had come back into the house.

Ethan: No, no. We would have heard something.

Gwen: I mean, where are they? Where are they? Sheridan must be going crazy. This has got to be killing her.

Luis: License plate number bravo November Oscar 777.

Sam: What's going on?

Sheridan: Beth just tried to run me down in Alistair's car. Luis tried to stop her, but he couldn't because Marty is strapped into the back seat.

Luis: Hey, you didn't see her pass you on the way in here?

Sam: She must have gone around the back.

Sheridan: Oh, my god. What if she tries to get off the estate? If she does, I'll never see my son again!

Sam: Listen, don't worry. I've got my men posted at every entrance and exit, ok? They'll catch her.

Luis: But they know not to shoot, right? You told them they can't shoot?

Sam: Well, they weren't given specific orders.

Sheridan: Oh, god, if they shoot at her, then they could hit Marty!

Sam: Listen, they will not, ok? I'll order my men not to shoot.

Beth: A few more yards and we're going to be off the Crane grounds, Marty. Then we're going to be free to disappear, sweetie. We're going to disappear forever, ok? Hang on, honey.

Officer: That must be her.

Second officer: Stop the car!

First officer: Halt or we'll shoot!

Beth: Out of my way, boys! I'm not slowing down for anybody!

Sam: This is Chief Bennett calling the port do you read me?

Sheridan: Why aren't they answering?

Sam: If suspect approaches in vehicle, do not -- I repeat -- do not fire under any circumstances. A child is in the back seat. Do you read me? Do you read me? North gate, this is Chief Bennett. Do you read me?

Officer: Yes, Chief. Suspect's vehicle is headed straight towards the gate. I thought you wanted her stopped.

Sam: We still do. Just hold your fire.

Officer: She'll get by us!

Sam: I said withhold all fire, and that is an order!

[Tires screech]

Officer: Stop! Stop!

Beth: Yes!

Officer: She rammed the gate. She's off the property. We're in pursuit.

Sam: Whatever you do, withhold all gunfire.

Officer: Come on.

Sheridan: Well, what did they say?

Sam: She busted through the gates.

Sheridan: Oh, god.

Sam: Don't worry, ok? My men are on it, all right? They'll catch her.

Sheridan: What if they didn't hear you? The connection was so bad. What if they still hit the car and hit Marty?

Luis: Hey, listen, we'll go back to the house and monitor the situation.

Sheridan: No, no, I am not going back there.

Luis: Sheridan --

Sheridan: I am going after my son!

Luis: Sheridan, listen to me! It is too dangerous, ok? Besides that, our men are on it. Beth is not going to get away.

Sheridan: No, I am going after her myself!

Luis: Sheridan --

Sheridan: I want my son!

Luis: You are not! It is too dangerous, ok? Beth is liable to do anything if she sees you.

Sheridan: No, I'm not letting her take my son!

Luis: This is not up for discussion.

Sheridan: No! Let me down! Put me down! I want my son!

Pilar: Teresita, Ethan is right. We need to concentrate on your brother's missing baby right now.

Gwen: I can't imagine what Sheridan must be feeling right now.

Theresa: I can. I know exactly what she's going through. I know what it feels like to have a baby snatched from your arms because that is what you have done to me, Gwen, twice.

Ethan: Theresa, enough. This is not about you. Enough about you. I think we'd all be better served, actually, if you would just go.

Theresa: Well, I will leave when you tell me that I can see my own daughter unsupervised.

Ethan: Oh, what part of what I've been saying have you not understood?

Theresa: This is unfair, Ethan.

Ethan: Theresa, you are pressing your luck here. Rebecca made you a fair offer. She's agreed to drop all the charges of attempted murder and assault in exchange for limitations on your visits with Jane. I think it's a pretty good deal.

Rebecca: Oh, I couldn't possibly bend over backwards any further.

Theresa: You lousy, lying --

Ethan: Theresa, Theresa, just -- just take it or leave it.

Rebecca: What are you doing? We're going to miss her getting the boot.

Gwen: Ok, just -- just answer one thing for me, all right? Did Theresa really push you down the stairs, or did you just set this whole thing up?

Rebecca: What kind of a question is that to ask your mother? What, am I not black and blue enough for you?

Gwen: I knew it. I knew it. She didn't touch you at all, did she?

Rebecca: Oh, so what? I mean, she might as well have, the screaming little harpy.

Gwen: You could have killed yourself, Mother.

Rebecca: Oh, honey, please. Now, do you think that this is really the first time I've thrown myself down the stairs? Oh, you see, I knew this stuntman -- Armando -- oh, he taught me so many things.

Gwen: We're talking about the stairs, remember?

Rebecca: Oh, yeah. Yeah. You know, I don't know how I ended up with a daughter that is such a prude, but I did. Oh, well, so be it. Anyway, he taught me how to fall without hurting myself. But, silly me, I got caught up in the moment and I didn't, you know, duck my head when I was taking the fall, and I actually hit it. But I think it's a good thing, because I think the blood made it more realistic, don't you?

Gwen: Yeah. Yeah, I'd definitely say it made your case. Mother, what happened that made you feel like you needed to go to these lengths?

Rebecca: Honey, because Theresa is still a threat to your marriage. Look, honey, she was not here to see Jane. She wants to get her claws into Ethan.

Gwen: You don't know that.

Rebecca: Yeah, I do, trust me. I saw them upstairs together. She was all over him like a doormat on a stoop.

Gwen: Well, what did Ethan do?

Rebecca: His usual. Nothing. Now, trust me, 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.

Theresa: I'm begging you, Ethan. Jane is my child. Just give me one more chance.

Ethan: You've been given more than your fair share of chances. I offered you liberal visitation with just a few simple rules to obey, Theresa, and you couldn't do it. No matter how easy people make things for you, it's like you have some gene inside you that just has to mess things up. No matter how much love and understanding and forgiveness you are given, you just grab for some more, and, frankly, I'm done. I'm spent. I don't have any more favors to give you. You need to go now.

Rebecca: Bravo. He's starting to show some --

Gwen: Yep. He's finally, finally standing up to her.

Ethan: Theresa, I said now, ok?

Theresa: I didn't do anything.

Ethan: Theresa, you never do! No matter how tragic the results, you are always the innocent victim. Always. It is never your fault, is it?

Theresa: No. I mean, yes. Look, you're just -- you're making me out to be some kind of monster.

Ethan: Monster -- well, you said it, I didn't. All I know is there are a lot of things that have gone on here. If it weren't for you -- many horrible things, Theresa, namely Gwen losing her babies.

Theresa: You can't blame me for that.

Ethan: No, I can and I do. Theresa, you're like the boy that cried wolf, you know? Even if you aren't guilty of pushing Rebecca down those stairs, nobody can believe you because of what you've done in the past -- your history. You came here tonight looking for trouble, you found it. And you need to go. You need to go now and not come back.

Pilar: Vamos, mija.

Theresa: My daughter is here, Mama.

Ethan: Theresa -- I'm sorry, but get out!

Theresa: Please --

Pilar: Vamos, mija. It's over. Come on.

[Fancy cries]

Spike: Well, the good news is she's not drowning in the water. The bad news is she's drowning in the fish. Now, if she doesn't suffocate first, she'll be in the cannery soon. And you know what they do there, don't you? Let me tell you. You see, I used to work there after school before I dropped out. The fishing trawler dumps its catch of the day and they push it all into a chopping machine. I mean, how else do you think they get those big fish in those tiny, little cans? By next week, your girlfriend will be on the shelf in a supermarket. And since she's so fancy and all, they may even put her on special.

Noah: You're not going to get away with this, Spike.

Spike: Yeah, you can come and get me if you want, but I think you got bigger problems on your hands right now.

Fancy: Help me! Oh! Oh!

Noah: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait, stop the boat! Hey, hey, there's a woman onboard! Fancy! Fancy, don't worry! Fancy, can you hear me? Damn it! The boat's leaving.

[Fancy whimpers]

Noah: Fancy, don't worry, I'll get to the boat before it reaches the cannery! Ugh. Oh, man, what if I don't make it in time? Ok, you can't think like that. You've got to make it.

Theresa: Now let me go, Mama.

Pilar: No --

Theresa: I need to see my little girl.

Pilar: No, no, Theresa, no. I've never seen Ethan so serious. If you try to walk back in there, he will have you arrested.

Theresa: For something I didn't do. I didn't push her down the stairs!

Pilar: It doesn't matter.

Theresa: How can you say that, Mama?

Pilar: Because Ethan is right. You are like the boy who cried wolf. No one is going to believe your word over hers. We need to go home. You can speak to Ethan about visitation another time when everyone has calmed down.

Theresa: No, no. No, I am through with talking, I'm through with pleading and begging people who can't listen to reason. It's time that I try something different.

Pilar: What are you saying, Theresa?

Theresa: I'm tired of being a doormat for Gwen and Rebecca. I refuse to be at their mercy any longer. If they want to play dirty, then, fine, I'll play just as dirty as they can.

Pilar: That's not the way.

Theresa: That's the only way to deal with those two bitches. I'm going to bury them, Mama, and I am going to enjoy doing it.

Gwen: Hey.

Ethan: I'm sorry about your mother.

Gwen: You know, thank god she's alive after what Theresa put her through. Honey, it was really, really good seeing you stand up to her for once.

Ethan: Well, it's something I probably should have done a long time ago, I guess, but I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt given that she's Jane's biological mother, you know?

Gwen: Do you regret throwing her out?

Ethan: No. No. It was the right thing to do, and I'm glad I did it.

Sheridan: Oh! Luis, put me down!

Gwen: What is going on here? Did you guys find them?

Sheridan: Beth took off in Alistair's car. They made it off the grounds. Marty's strapped into the back seat.

Ivy: Oh, my god.

Sam: We'll catch her, ok? My men are on it.

Sheridan: They can't shoot, though, because if they do, they could hit Marty or cause Beth to swerve, which would kill both of them.

[Phone rings]

Sam: Bennett here. It's my men following Beth. Where did it happen? We'll put out an A.P.B. right away.

Luis: An A.P.B.? Why are they putting out an A.P.B. if they're on her?

Sheridan: What's going on? Where's Beth?

Sam: They lost her.

Sheridan: What?

Luis: Oh, my god.

Sam: When she realized they were following her, she started driving erratic, swerving all over the road, throwing things out the window. And when that didn't stop them, she did a complete 180 on the highway, forced them into a ditch.

Luis: All right, I'm going after her.

Sam: She got away.

Luis: I am going after her, all right?

Sheridan: No, not without me.

Sam: Listen -- listen, first of all, we got to find out which direction she's going in, ok, or else we'll be on a wild-goose chase. I'll get my men on it right away.

Luis: Sheridan, just sit down, all right? Take some deep breaths.

Sheridan: No, no, I don't give a damn about breathing. Right now all I care about is getting my son back.

Luis: Well, what the hell do you think we are doing? We are trying as hard as we can!

Sheridan: Somehow that D.N.A. test is wrong because I know that Marty is my son -- our son. I have never been more sure of anything in my life, and you just have to put your doubts aside and help me prove this.

Luis: Sweetheart --

Sheridan: See? There you go again. You can't for one second admit that I might be right. You never back me up.

Luis: Of course I --

Sheridan: You never give me the benefit of the doubt!

Luis: Yes, I do.

Sheridan: No, you don't. What, like tonight at the nightclub? You really think that I would go after Beth with a knife? See? You are more than willing to believe that I would, but you can't admit that she would actually attack me.

Luis: Look, whatever happened there tonight, let's not make more out of it than what it actually is, ok?

Sheridan: Whoa, whoa, whoa -- "more out of it"? Beth tried to kill me, and you don't believe me.

Luis: Come on, you're overreacting!

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.

Luis: Look, Beth couldn't have gotten that far, ok?

Sheridan: And if she did, would you even care?

Luis: What are you talking about? Marty is my son, too, ok? I want him back more than anything in this world. Now, look, you have to think positively, ok, that we are going to be together. That's all that matters to me.

Sheridan: You're such a liar!

On the Next Passions:

Noah: Captain, stop your boat! You have someone trapped in your hull!

Fancy: Help me!

Theresa: When I get through with them, they're going to wish they never took my child away from me.

[Miles cries]

Chad: All right, now, what am I doing wrong?

Whitney: Please just make him stop crying.

Sheridan: Damn you to hell because that's exactly where you're going!

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