Friday 7/1/05--Canada; Monday 7/4/05--USA
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Noah: Stop! Look, stop! God, they can't hear me -- ugh! That spoiled brat, rotten princess heiress -- oh! I mean, how was I supposed to know she was a Crane? If I don't get to that cannery in time, it's going to bring a whole new meaning to the term "Fancy brand tuna." Oh, come on, damn it -- move!
Eve: Now, don't tell me this is one of your regular watering holes.
Julian: It's the only place I could think of that would be open at this hour where we wouldn't run into half of harmony, but if you'd rather go home --
Eve: No. No, I'm not ready to go back to the mansion. That's why I wanted to take a walk after we left Chad. I just need to clear my head.
Julian: I thought so, and you deserve a break after what you've been through this evening.
Eve: Not just me. Miles is your grandson, too, even if Chad doesn't know it. I'm just so worried about him and about Whitney.
Julian: Oh, Whitney finally came through and did the right thing. I mean, Miles seemed fine after she started nursing him.
Eve: Wouldn't it be wonderful if today was a turning point for Whitney and the baby?
Julian: It would be, but I just don't want you to get your hopes up too soon.
Whitney: Oh. You were a hungry boy, weren't you? Yes, you are. Hmm. But you're doing so much better now. Yes. Yes, you are.
Chad: You know, I think you and Miles are probably the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.
Whitney: Well, don't go getting used to it. I mean, I'm only doing it because he couldn't keep down any formula and he was getting dehydrated.
Chad: I know. I know.
Whitney: It's ok. I think he might be doing a lot better now, so why don't you go ahead and take him?
Chad: Are you sure? Because --
Whitney: No, no, no. I -- I'm here way longer than I planned and it's going to be morning soon, so --
Chad: Ok. Thanks again. I don't know what either one of us would've done without you.
Whitney: Well, don't go calling me every time he gets fussy about his new formula, ok?
Chad: I hope I don't have to. I hope tonight was just a fluke. But, still, Whitney, you know, you saved our son's life.
Whitney: Our son? Why -- why are you calling him that?
Chad: Because he is, right? I mean, I'm his father since I adopted him and you're -- you're his biological mother, so that makes him our son, right?
Whitney: Hmm, right. I guess it does.
Pilar: I don't like it when you get this way, Theresa.
Theresa: Mama, what way is that? Being tired of being a doormat for Gwen and Rebecca? Being played for a fool by them so they can get whatever they want and I end up with nothing?
Pilar: You know, Theresa, this bitterness of yours -- it's only going to cost you more.
Theresa: What more can I lose than my daughter, Mama? I'm sorry if you don't approve of me, but you know what? This is the new and improved me.
Pilar: I'm just afraid that the intensity of your anger is going to blind you to reason and good judgment.
Theresa: Well, I hope so because there's no room for that in this war. If Gwen and Rebecca want to play dirty, bring it on because I am willing to get dirtier than they are.
Pilar: You've tried that before and they've won.
Theresa: Because I didn't see it all the way through, Mama. I was always afraid of what Ethan would think of me. Well, not this time. When I get through with Gwen and Rebecca, they're not going to know what hit them.
Luis: 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!
Luis: What'd you do that for?
Katherine: Sweetheart --
Martin: Just stay out of it.
Sheridan: Please, mother. This is between me and Luis.
Luis: Why did you slap me?
Sheridan: Because you're a liar, a liar who cost me my son.
Luis: I love you and I love Marty more than life itself.
Sheridan: More lies. How can you say you love me and that little boy after what you've done? You know, Marty wouldn't even be in Beth's clutches if you had just listened to my pleas after all these months!
Luis: I told you how sorry I am about that, ok? Look, that first D.N.A. test -- it just threw me a little, ok?
Sheridan: And I told you that first D.N.A. test was wrong. I told you that I was Marty's mother, but you wouldn't believe me.
Luis: And I tried to explain.
Sheridan: You know, you just -- you patronized me, you humored me, you condescended to me. All the while, Beth was planning her escape with my son. And my word -- you wouldn't take my word, the word of the woman that you supposedly love more than anything in the world. No, you had to listen to Beth. This is all your fault!
Luis: That's not fair.
Sheridan: No, fair would be having my son back in my arms.
Luis: You know, you keep calling him your son, but he is my son, too, ok? I am his father!
Sheridan: What kind of father are you? What kind of father doesn't protect his little boy? What kind of father listens to a psychopath over the woman that he loves? You know, Beth is right. Your actions do speak louder than your words, and on some level, you still love Beth.
Gwen: Uh -- ok. You can't possibly mean that.
Alistair: Maybe she does and maybe she's right, Luis.
Luis: You filthy son of a --
Luis: You don't deserve to live!
Rebecca: Oh, my god! He's going to kill him!
Sam: Come on, break it up!
Sam: Stop threatening Alistair.
Alistair: No, no, no, no, let's not silence the hothead here. Now, you go right ahead, detective.
Alistair: You say anything you want because I have a room full of witnesses here who can quote you in court when I bring charges against you for attempted murder. I'll even arrange for my wife to be the first one on the stand -- right, Katherine?
Katherine: If I had any choices, Alistair, I would strangle you right along with Luis.
Alistair: Yes, but we both know you wouldn't do that, don't we?
Martin: Damn you, Alistair.
Alistair: Oh, really? Well, I guess we all understand one another.
Rebecca: Actually, no. I -- I don't understand. You kind of lost me here.
Alistair: Oh, well, you just never mind, Rebecca. You just stick to the subjects you really do know and understand, like bearing your ample cleavage. And besides, this is none of your business anyway.
Sam: What are you doing here, Alistair? Did you come here to gloat?
Alistair: You seem to forget this is my house, chief. I guess if we do have a trespasser amongst us, it's Martin. I mean, don't you have a little woman that you should run home to, Martin?
Sheridan: What is wrong with you, Father?
Alistair: I beg your pardon.
Sheridan: How dare you show your face around here after what you've done.
Alistair: Could you elaborate on that? And what dastardly infraction are you charging me with now?
Sheridan: You know damn well what I'm talking about. We all know that you helped Beth kidnap my child and that you sent your assistant as a decoy to run towards the helicopter just so that Beth would have enough time to get away with my son in your car!
Alistair: My, my. It sounds like I've been tried and found guilty. I mean, have you thrown up a noose in the back 40 yet?
Sam: Don't I wish.
Alistair: Whatever happened to that law "deemed innocent until proven guilty"?
Luis: Huh. You're the exception.
Alistair: When is it a crime for a father to help a daughter when she's in trouble?
Sheridan: You've never helped me.
Alistair: I'm speaking about my other daughter, Beth. I mean, she needed my help, I couldn't very well turn my back on her.
Rebecca: Oh, yeah. I still can't believe that you and Edna Wallace --
Alistair: Whoa, let's not revisit that particular night of my life, but it's all true. Beth is a Crane just as Sheridan's a Crane.
Luis: Only you never defended or protected Sheridan.
Alistair: That's not true, detective. I have protected Sheridan much more than you know.
Sheridan: How? When?
Alistair: You just have to take my word for it. I mean, all I did this evening was try and help a daughter that I didn't even know existed until recently.
Sheridan: She tried to kill me, Father. And then she tried to make me believe that my son died after she kidnapped him and was passing him off as her own.
Alistair: People make mistakes.
Sheridan: Oh, don't even try to defend her actions! Now, where is she? Where's Beth?
Alistair: Does it look like I own a crystal ball, Sheridan?
Luis: Well, you loaned Beth you car and no doubt you helped her escape. Where are Beth and Marty now?
Alistair: You want the truth? I haven't the slightest idea.
Pilar: Mira ace. Once again, you are playing with fire, Theresa, and this after how many times of you being burned?
Theresa: I'm not going to get burned this time, Mama. I'm onto them. Gwen always makes her underhanded actions look like her mother's doing. And Rebecca -- well, we both know what a nasty piece of work she is. When I get through with them, they're going to wish they never took my child away from me.
Pilar: I don't -- I don't know what else to say to you. I'm just going to pray that god helps you see that this need of yours for revenge will only wind up hurting you more than anyone else.
Theresa: Mama, you should save your prayers for someone who needs them. Maybe god listens to you, but it's pretty obvious that he hasn't been in my corner these days. So it's time for me to take matters into my own hands, create my own fate, if that's what I have to do.
Pilar: Theresa, escuchame, mija.
Theresa: No, Mama, I have -- I've listened enough. I've taken enough. How dare Ethan and Gwen act as though Jane is their child when everyone in the world knows that she's mine. How dare Ethan and Gwen tell me that I can't see my own daughter unless they have spies around? No, all bets are off. I'm going to get my daughter back if it's the last thing that I do.
Whitney: I -- I got to go.
Chad: Oh, sure.
Whitney: Here you go.
Chad: Right, unless -- unless you want a nightcap or something.
Whitney: No, no, thank you. It's almost breakfast time.
Chad: Oh, sure. Well, thanks again.
Whitney: What is wrong with him, Chad? Why is he crying?
Noah: If there's anybody at the cannery, turn off the machines. There's an unconscious person on the trawler coming into your harbor right now. Oh, answer your phone. Oh, man, what if I don't make it? I'm going to make it. I will make it.
Fancy: Somebody! Help! I can't breathe!
Chad: It's ok, buddy. Daddy's here. It's going to be ok. Go on, go on. You said you needed to get home. Go. Shh.
Whitney: Well, how am I going to go when he's crying like that?
Chad: I'll manage, ok? We can handle this ourselves.
Whitney: I know god is punishing me. God is punishing me for having my half brother's baby. Chad, why can't you get him to stop crying?
Chad: I'm not sure. I mean, he's dry and we both know he's not hungry. Oh, what is it? Maybe he needs to -- maybe he needs to be burped.
Whitney: Well, make him stop, ok?
Whitney: Please just make him stop crying.
Chad: I would if I knew how, ok? Shh.
Eve: Thank you.
Julian: For what, bringing you to such a high-class joint?
Eve: Now, you know better than anyone that I've seen a lot worse. No, for finding a place we could be alone. I think it's perfect.
Julian: I'm glad you like it.
Eve: Gosh, I wish life would let you have do-over.
Eve: You know, where you could roll back time and undo all your mistakes? Oh, gosh, things would be different then.
Julian: And I'll tell you, I think about that all the time. If only I had stood up to Father, we would've been married and we'd have been so happy together.
Eve: And there would be no grandchild born of incest.
Julian: Well, but there would also be no Whitney and no Simone and I know you wouldn't trade your girls for anything.
Eve: No. It's just we've -- we've created so many problems.
Julian: Well, they're problems we'll face together. But I tell you, I don't -- I don't know if I'd take a do-over if one were offered me. I think I'll just accept the miracle that -- that we've been given another chance at happiness together. I -- I don't know what I did to deserve it.
Eve: Oh, I know what you did to deserve it. You stood by me through thick and thin and no one else ever has.
Julian: I'm so sorry this past year has been hell for you.
Eve: It's not your fault, Julian. I don't have anyone to blame but myself. If I'd been honest with T.C., then Whitney and Simone would've been on the lookout and known that they had a half brother out there somewhere. And Chad and Whitney would've been on guard and they wouldn't have fallen in love and had a baby.
Julian: Well, I tell you, I don't agree with you because those two fell for each other so hard, hook, line, and sinker. They -- you know, the saddest thing in all of this is they seemed so perfect together, just so right.
Eve: And that is the one thing I would change if I could. I would make it so that Whitney and Chad were not half brother and sister, and then I would make it so they could find their way back to each other, have the kind of happiness you and I have.
Julian: I'm afraid that perhaps you only get one miracle per lifetime and I'm -- I'm sure we've used ours up.
Eve: Well, I hope that doesn't prove true for Luis and Sheridan because god knows they could use a miracle for themselves and their baby boy right about now.
Sheridan: Enough. I've heard enough of your lies. Now, stop denying it. You helped Beth kidnap my son. Now where is she? Where did she go?
Alistair: I told you, I don't know.
Luis: Where are they headed, Alistair?
Sam: You're not going to get away with this.
Alistair: Always the optimist, right, chief? You know, I've gotten away with so many things during my lifetime, what makes you think I couldn't get away with this?
Ethan: Oh, then you're admitting it, right?
Alistair: Never stand up in court and you know it, Ethan.
Sheridan: He's right, Ethan. My father is so devious and calculating, he has no conscience, just like the devil himself. He can accomplish anything he wants if he sets his mind to it.
Alistair: You're much too emotional for me, Sheridan, but you're not stupid. My daughter's right. I can and will do anything I want. Excuse me.
Katherine: For god's sake, Alistair, haven't you done enough to hurt our daughter? What possible reason could you have to deny her own son?
Alistair: Well, maybe I don't want a murderer raising my grandchild!
Martin: Would you keep your voice down?
Katherine: Just tell us where Beth is taking Marty.
Alistair: Even if I could, I don't think I would. Besides, you two are not holding up our bargain, are you?
Katherine: Don't tell Sheridan about my sister, Alistair.
Alistair: Give me one good reason why not. You two are not supposed to be seeing each other. You are supposed to be busy renewing your vows with the saintly Pilar and here you are in my home holding my wife's hand.
Martin: Marty is as much my grandson as he is yours and Katherine's and I have every right and obligation to do what I can to help find him.
Alistair: Oh, yeah, that's right! Your namesake. Poor kid is doomed from the start by his first name and his last.
Katherine: Damn it, Alistair. You stop playing your games. If you don't tell us where Beth is taking Marty, I'm going to tell everyone how you kidnapped my sister and you kept her prisoner for years!
Alistair: You better not even whisper that, Katherine, unless you want me to go around telling everyone that Sheridan killed her own aunt. And I'm sure that Sheridan will get the death penalty for that fatal stabbing.
Katherine: She was just a frightened little girl, Alistair.
Martin: Who was trying to defend you, for god's sake.
Alistair: And juries don't like children that kill, and I'm surprised that you're willing to take this precious daughter of yours and throw her to the wolves, but then again, that's up to you.
Luis: Sheridan? Sheridan, just --
Sheridan: Has he told you anything? Has he told you where Beth is?
Alistair: We were discussing a totally different topic, my dear.
Luis: Would you just forget about your father, ok? I told you I will get Marty back if it's the last thing I do. And, you -- you're going to rot in a jail cell for the rest of your miserable life, you and Beth.
Alistair: Another thing I know about juries -- they give parents a lot of leeway when it comes to protecting their children, and Beth was terrified that you were going to snatch away her little boy.
Sheridan: Her little boy? He's my son!
Alistair: Now, how would I know that? It's your word against hers, and I'm sorry to say that you have a past history of mental and emotional instability when it comes to this issue. And then we have Beth who is a respected businesswoman in town and doesn't seem to have any kind of black mark against her. All I was trying to do was be a caring father.
Sheridan: Huh -- "caring father." If you had any idea of what it was like to be a caring father, then you would be helping me get my son back, but no -- why would you? You helped her kidnap me and hold me captive all of those months. In fact, it was probably your idea.
Alistair: Sheridan, you must seek counseling for your paranoia.
Sheridan: Oh, come on. She told me that you helped her all this time without even knowing that you were her father, so damn you, father! Damn you to hell because that's exactly where you're going! Ah!
Luis: Sheridan, stop. Stop. Hey, hey.
Luis: It's not helping.
Katherine: How could you, Alistair? Marty is your grandson, Sheridan's little boy.
Alistair: And you haven't heard a word I've said, have you? Katherine, Beth is my daughter, too, and I am innocent of any far-flung charges you're throwing at me.
Martin: Oh, just stop it. We know you, Alistair. What Beth did to Sheridan, what she's still doing has your name written all over it. You've always wanted to hurt Sheridan, even more after she fell in love with my son.
Alistair: Let's not go there. I mean, just how are the happy couple doing these days?
Katherine: Oh, just shut up, Alistair!
Alistair: Well, that's very unladylike of you, Katherine. Some of that shanty Irish behavior of Martin's must be rubbing off on you. And you all seem to wonder why I don't want Sheridan to marry Luis.
Martin: You can call me any name you want, but you lay off my son.
Alistair: Oh, lordy, lordy, lordy. Please spare me of this pseudo fatherly concern. I mean, Theresa is right -- there's nothing you can say about your family because you've deserted them and ran off with a married woman!
Luis: Don't change the subject, Alistair. This is about Beth and Marty and you knowing where they are.
Alistair: Whatever Beth told you was probably said in desperation and should not be taken literally.
Sheridan: Don't do this to me, Father. Beth is in your car. You have to know where she is.
Alistair: I doubt very much that Beth ever needs my help. I just wish I had known she was my daughter years ago because I would be grooming her to become the female Alistair Crane. She'd be wonderful as the head of the Crane empire. I can just see her now with that cool, focused businesslike head and she wouldn't get bogged down with emotional baggage like you and Julian do. She's as ruthless as any man I've ever met. She's not like you bleeding-heart liberals who lead with your heart and never use a form of logic. You and Julian are just like your mother. Beth is like me and now I've lost her and that's a shame.
Sheridan: Then you have to find her.
Alistair: Why? Because you lost a child? What about me? So did I! You know, Beth could've been the apple of my eye, but I never got -- I never, never got a chance to be a real father with a real daughter. My only hope for her is that she can be a good mother to Marty.
Noah: Captain! Well, stop your boat! You have someone trapped in your hold!
Fancy: Oh, can't anybody hear me? Help! Help! Hmm!
Pilar: Theresa, if you escalate this war with Rebecca and Gwen, you'll only lose more than you already have.
Theresa: Oh, thanks for your vote of confidence, Mama.
Pilar: Mira, Theresa. They are professionals in this dirty little game you all play at the expense of innocent children. You are a novice. They will take your determination and your drive and turn it around and make you look like the guilty party. It's already working.
Theresa: Well, not for long it's not because I'm going to catch them at their own tricks and when I do, I'm going to prove to Ethan exactly who he's married to.
Pilar: I don't see that happening. He loves Gwen.
Theresa: Because he thinks she's someone she's not, Mama. He thinks Gwen is just this poor little injured victim that he needs to protect. Well, he's going to change his tune when I prove to him that she's just like her mother -- she's evil, manipulative, and hateful.
Pilar: Why don't you just go home? Get some sleep. We'll talk about this in the morning.
Theresa: Mama, the morning is almost here. You can't just gentle this away like you kissed away my wounds when I was a little girl. No. A good night's sleep is not going to fix this.
Pilar: Neither will hanging around outside the mansion, Theresa. Little Ethan needs his mother, too.
Theresa: Little Ethan needs his sister, too, Mama.
Pilar: You need to concentrate on him instead of this need for revenge.
Theresa: This isn't about revenge! This is about my daughter, Mama. This is about what is right and what is wrong. And you know what? If you don't agree with me, then you should go home.
Pilar: I don't know where I went wrong with you.
Theresa: Don't tell me you're going to go back inside and be with Papa, Mama.
Pilar: What I do is none of your business.
Theresa: They won't stop me this time. I'm not going to let them.
Alistair: I know exactly how you feel, Theresa.
Theresa: Leave me alone, Alistair.
Alistair: I thought you needed someone to talk to, someone who understands. Obviously, your mother -- your mother doesn't.
Theresa: So you've been eavesdropping on us? Is that how you get your kicks?
Alistair: No. Actually, I get my kicks, as you so crassly put it, the old-fashioned way.
Theresa: Ugh! You pig! You're disgusting. You're -- you're a dirty old man! How dare you.
Alistair: I'm Alistair Crane. I dare to do anything that pleases me. And for some unfathomable reason, you please me, Theresa.
Theresa: Well, you don't please me, you make me sick.
Alistair: Oh, that's a pity. Because I -- I like the fire in your belly. I like the way you fight for what you want. I didn't want your mother to know that I was listening, but I wish I could have come out and applauded you for all those spirited words you threw at her. I mean, there's a spark inside of you that can't be dampened, no matter how many people turn away from you.
Theresa: I don't need your compliments, Alistair.
Alistair: You should take them from wherever you get them. And as far as Ethan is concerned, I think he's a complete ninny for choosing Gwen over you.
Alistair: Yes, really. As far as I'm concerned, I would pick you hands down. You're strong, determined, you're willful. What is Gwen? She's nothing but a mealy-mouthed follower being led by the nose by her sluttish mother.
Theresa: She's just like her mother.
Alistair: That's what I'm talking about, Theresa. You know what's going on, and you're not afraid to say it. We're not too different, you and I.
Theresa: I don't think so.
Alistair: Oh, you don't? Oh, ok, then you hate me. Then tell me to go to hell. I mean, tell me as often as you want, but the truth is you need someone in your corner. Even me. Actually, especially me, because I know how to get your daughter back.
Theresa: In exchange for what? What's your price?
Alistair: Nothing you couldn't afford. I assure you.
Chad: Miles, my man, take it easy. Everything's going to be ok. Whitney, you want to give this a try?
Whitney: No. I mean, come on, I've already nursed him against my better judgment. Look, I'm not going to be able to take over every time you can't handle a situation. You're going to have to learn how to figure this out on your own.
Chad: Yeah, I know, but this isn't -- something's not right, ok? Something's wrong with him, and I don't know what it is.
Whitney: Well, you better figure it out because I can't stand to hear him much longer.
Chad: Whitney -- Whitney, don't, just -- don't leave us like this, ok? I don't know what's going on with him.
Julian: Would you like to go back to the mansion?
Eve: No, not just yet.
Julian: Wait, don't -- no, don't answer it.
Eve: You know I have to. Dr. Russell.
Whitney: Mom, it's me.
Eve: Whitney, where are you?
Whitney: I'm still at Chad's. Something is really wrong with Miles.
Eve: Oh, no, don't tell me he's vomiting again.
Whitney: No, no, he was fine, but then he got fussy again. I don't know what's going on. It's almost like he's in pain, and Chad can't figure out what's wrong with him.
Eve: Ok, honey, well, we'll come right back over. It's Miles. He's took a turn for the worst.
Julian: Let's go.
Sheridan: Where would Beth be by now? I mean, she -- she's got to know there's an Amber Alert out on Marty by now. What if she gets desperate and runs? What if she just leaves Marty in the car and we can't find the car? What if she's --
Katherine: Sweetheart, please, don't do this to yourself.
Luis: Any word?
Sheridan: Have they found her yet?
Sam: No sign of Beth or the car. It's as if the damn vehicle has wings or something.
Gwen: I just don't understand how they could just, you know, disappear off the face of the earth. We've been searching for them.
Ivy: With Alistair pulling the strings, anything is possible.
Rebecca: Hmm, she's right. With Alistair on your side, it's like having a fairy godfather. He grants any wish.
Martin: Rebecca, you're not helping matters.
Rebecca: Well, I'm just saying the truth. I mean, the way he helped Gwen when she ran with little Jane. And then he was helping Katherine to get out of town so no one could find her.
Katherine: Can we not revisit that just now, Rebecca?
Rebecca: Fine. I'm just merely making a point.
Gwen: Look, my mother is right, ok? With Alistair helping Beth, she and Marty could -- they could, they could disappear and never be found.
Katherine: It's true. He kept my sister away for years. She may never see Marty again.
Martin: I know.
Sheridan: The last time I lost him it was bad enough. I thought he was dead. I didn't think there was any hope. And now to come so close to getting him back only to lose him all over again.
Luis: Listen, Sheridan, I gave you my word, ok? I will get Marty back.
Sheridan: You know what? You wouldn't have to if you had just trusted me enough in the beginning. "And the Mommy and the Daddy, and the wonderful little boy lived happily ever after forever and ever and ever."
Luis: Guess who's home! Hey.
Luis: That's right, Daddy. Come here. Hey!
Sheridan: Now, it's not going to happen. We're not going to be a family, I'm not going to be a mother to that child.
Luis: Don't say that.
Sheridan: Don't even start, Luis. Because Beth has gotten away with my child, and you and Sam have no idea where she is. How could you do this to me? How?
Luis: Listen, Sheridan, I told you that I would get him back. I gave you my word.
Sheridan: No, you know what? I don't believe you any more than you've ever believed me, so don't touch me. Don't ever touch me.
Chad: Hey, shh, shh, shh.
Whitney: Please, god, help my baby. Don't let him suffer. Please stop him from crying.
Eve: Oh, my poor baby.
Eve: Let me see him.
Chad: I tried everything I can to help him. Nothing's working.
Eve: Let me just see him.
Chad: I know you don't want to be here.
Whitney: No. No, I don't. I should have never came here in the first place.
Chad: No, don't say that, Whitney. At least you got him to eat.
Whitney: Well, a lot of good it did him. Look at him. Something is wrong with him. Something is terribly wrong.
Chad: You don't know that, Whitney.
Whitney: Yes. Yeah, I do. And there's nothing anyone can do to help him.
Noah: Fancy? Fancy, where are you? Oh, my god.
Noah: Oh, god, come on! Come on, wake up, babe. Do you hear me? Hey! Oh, don't let me be too late. Come here, come here, come here.
Noah: Oh, thank god.
Noah: Noah, remember?
Fancy: Oh, Noah Bennett, the police chief's son.
Noah: You're Fancy Crane. Though if you don't mind me saying, you don't look too fancy right now.
Noah: Oh, you really had me worried there for a minute.
Fancy: Oh, my head --
Noah: Your head, your foot, and damn, you stink.
Noah: Not a pretty end to a pretty girl. You know, you almost turned into a drowned rat.
Fancy: Better that than be kissed by you. Huh.
Chad: Why would you say that? You make it sound like Miles isn't going to make it.
Whitney: Well, all you have to do is listen to him. I mean, come on, he's in pain!
Chad: So what's wrong with him?
Eve: I suspect that he has colic.
Whitney: That's all it is?
Eve: That's what I think. I mean, it's -- it's very scary, I know, but a lot of newborns have it, and it usually goes away after about three months.
Whitney: Three months of this?
Chad: You hear that, little guy? You are going to be a-ok. Shh. We are going to work this out. Come here. Oh, hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, shh, shh. Oh, come on. All right, now, what am I doing wrong? Shh.
Whitney: I got to get out of here.
Eve: Whitney -- Whitney, come here. Honey, I'm sure you don't want to just leave your baby this way.
Whitney: Well, you're wrong, because I do.
Eve: I know -- it's very stressful, all this fretting, but --
Whitney: No, see, you don't know what stress is. Stress is knowing what's wrong with Miles but keeping it to myself. What's wrong with Miles is that he was born out of incest, Mom, pure and simple.
Theresa: Get off!
Alistair: Not again. Not again.
Theresa: You know what? You've got a lot of nerve thinking that I'll lower myself to be with you just so I can get my child back.
Alistair: Just give me a chance. We could make beautiful music together.
Theresa: You know what? You think you know me, Alistair, but I'm not that desperate. I would rather die than sleep with you.
Alistair: Well, things do change. And my offer will still be valid when they do.
Pilar: What are you doing with my daughter?
Alistair: Oh, amanita, [Spanish accent] I was trying to seduce her.
Pilar: Eres un vaqueros!
Alistair: [Normal voice] That's exactly what your daughter said to me.
Pilar: You are nothing but filth. Stay away from my family.
Alistair: Oh, but life would be so boring if I didn't have the Lopez-Fitzgeralds to play with. Good night.
Pilar: Please tell me, please, that you did not accept his help.
Theresa: No, Mama. No, I'm not a fool. I know what he's all about. I'm not about to get involved with him. Not in a million years.
Pilar: Normally I would believe you, but in this desperate state that I see you in, I'm not sure what you'd do.
Luis: Sheridan, don't do this, all right? Look, not now, ok?
Sheridan: We wouldn't be going through this if you loved me enough to trust me.
Luis: And I hate myself for ever doubting you, ok? But there is nothing that I can do about the past. All I can do now is try and find our son.
Sheridan: Well, then do it. Go find my son, or don't ever come back to me at all.
On the Next Passions:
Pilar: If Gwen and Rebecca find you, you will never see Jane again.
Fancy: I never want to see you again!
Sheridan: Just stop wasting time and go find Beth.
Luis: If I don't find Marty, what, we're over?
Beth: No one's ever going to find us again.
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