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Jessica: He's dead, Simone. I killed him.
Simone: Wait, Jessica, slow down. I can't understand you. Who's dead?
Jessica: The guy I picked up. The john. I didn't want to sleep with him, but -- oh, God -- I never meant to kill him. What am I going to do?
Simone: Ok, where are you? What motel are you in?
Jessica: I don't know. I don't even know what part of town I'm -- wait, ok. Wait a minute. There's a matchbook here. I'm at the "Willard Motel." On Sycamore. "555 Sycamore."
Simone: What room, Jessica?
Jessica: I -- I don't know! Wait, wait. "321." Hurry, Simone. Please, hurry. I killed him.
Roberto: Paloma --
Roberto: You must calm down or you will draw attention to us. Ok? Be cool.
Roberto: Paloma, wait until we get out of the airport.
Paloma: Where is it? I just want to make sure it's still where we hid it.
Roberto: Would you stop, Palomita? You're starting to make me nervous now.
Paloma: I will feel a whole lot better after we get past customs.
Roberto: Which we will be in like about five minutes.
Paloma: Easy for you to say. Things never go right for me when I'm in Harmony.
Security officer: Excuse me, miss?
Security officer: Are you Paloma Lopez-Fitzgerald?
Paloma: Yes. Yes, I am.
Security officer: Then I'd like you to come along with me.
Alistair: Theresa, you have to relax. Right? Now, I'm going to take you to your place so we can move our joyous occasion along. Right?
Alistair: Ok. Come.
Eve: Did you see the look in Theresa's eyes? She looks like a deer caught in the headlights. Do you think Alistair could have drugged her?
Rebecca: As if he had to. Look, all that tramp has ever wanted is to snare a Crane. Looks to me like it's her lucky day.
Julian: I still think we should leave.
Eve: No, Julian, we'd better not. Your father will be furious if we leave before his second surprise.
Alistair: Patience, my friends. You won't have much longer to wait.
Sam: "Friends." I'd like to wring his neck.
Ivy: Shh, Sam, don't let him hear you.
Sam: As if he could make things much worse for me and my family. Look around you, Ivy. Your ex-father-in-law has created hell on earth for everyone in this room. And here we all sit, like trained rats in a cage waiting for more.
Sheridan: What'd they say? Will they be able to find Luis?
Chris: Well, the F.B.I.'s fast, but I just called in that favor. You're that sure that you want them to track down Luis and bring him back to Harmony?
Sheridan: I wouldn't have asked you if I weren't. I want Luis to come home. At least I -- I think I do. Oh, no. I don't know what I want anymore. Maybe I've made a terrible mistake.
Tabitha: Oh. Having fun, sweet pea? I can't remember having such a lovely evening out. This is truly a marriage made in hell. Hurray for our team, eh?
Alistair: And we're going to need a couple of wedding attendants. Julian?
Julian: I'd rather be dead.
Alistair: What about my grandsons, then? Fox. Join me?
Alistair: Well --
Chad: What? No, that doesn't bother me none. I'm glad he didn't consider me part of his crazy family.
Alistair: All righty, then. Now, uh, what about Theresa? She has so many friends here and family. I'm sure one of them would be willing to stand up with my bride. Pilar? Whitney? Katherine? Oh, my goodness, what a heartfelt show of support. It doesn't make any difference, though. This wedding is going to happen whether you like it or not. Are we ready to begin, judge?
Judge Morrison: Whenever you say, Mr. Crane.
["Bridal march" plays]
Theresa's voice: It's the only way. My only hope of getting Jane back. And Ethan.
Paloma: Why do I need to come with you?
Security officer: Just a random international passenger check, miss. We just need to go through your bag.
Paloma: You mean you just picked my name off the passenger list?
Security officer: Not exactly. You've been red-flagged.
Paloma: I -- I don't understand.
Security officer: Certain names pop up on a special computer list, and we make sure we check out every single one of them whenever they fly in or out of the country.
Paloma: But I'm an American citizen. Most of my family lives here.
Security officer: According to our records, you lived most of your life in Mexico. You only recently moved to the states. Harmony -- is that right?
Paloma: Yes, Harmony. Listen, I really don't see why any of this is necessary.
Security officer: We noticed your traveling companion is a Mexican citizen.
Paloma: Uh-huh, Roberto's my friend. He's been here before and he's coming for another visit. All his documents are in order.
Security officer: Well, then you and your friend don't have anything to worry about, do you? Now, if you'll just come with me, we can get this over with and you'll be on your way. Trust me. There's nothing to worry about, unless you're smuggling some contraband. You should be on your way within the hour. What's the holdup, miss? Is there something you'd like to tell me?
Simone: I got here as fast as I could.
Jessica: Well, it seemed like forever. You didn't let anyone see you on the way in, did you?
Simone: No. I -- I don't think. Oh, my God, Jess. What have you done?
Jessica: I don't know.
Chris: Sheridan, wait. Talk to me. Are you ok?
Sheridan: I don't know what I am anymore. At first I thought I wanted Luis to come home, but now I don't know.
Chris: It's not too late for me to call the F.B.I. and have them call off the search.
Sheridan: No, don't. I don't know what I want! This obscenity that my father is subjecting everyone to tonight, it's just reminding me how he's capable of anything. If Luis comes home and he finds out that Theresa has married Alistair, he will kill Alistair for sure.
["Bridal march" plays]
Pilar: Stop. Please stop this before it's too late.
Alistair: You've all had ample opportunities to try and talk Theresa out of her relationship with me, and you all failed. So if you really do love Theresa as you say you do, then you would respect her wishes. Come, dear. Come.
Judge Morrison: We need a couple of legal witnesses, Mr. Crane.
Alistair: What are you talking about, judge? I got a room full of witnesses here.
Judge Morrison: No, no, I mean, people who are willing to sign the marriage certificate.
Alistair: Oh. You, you. Come with me. This one will do.
Judge Morrison: Uh, one more.
Alistair: One more. Hey, what's your name, you just come with me, please. There you go. Right here, right here, right here. Here. Darling, meet your maid of honor. Now, can we get on with this? Because nothing and nobody is going to stop this from happening. Right, my pet?
Whitney: I don't care who you are, Alistair. I'm not going to let this happen.
Tabitha: Uh-oh. This is the one person in the room who might be able to talk Theresa out of this. Rats!
Jessica: I killed him.
Simone: Yes, you're right. He's dead.
Jessica: Oh, God! No! You got to --
Simone: Be quiet, quiet! No, unless you want motel management rushing in here. Can you do that? Ok? Ok. Ok, so we need to back up. Ok, you say that the last thing that you remember is this creep on top of you. And then nothing else until you woke up. Nothing after that?
Jessica: Everything's so foggy.
Simone: What drugs are you on?
Jessica: I don't know. I didn't see the labels. Spike gives them to me so I can go to work at night. Otherwise I couldn't, you know?
Simone: Oh, my God. He has you turning tricks on the street with strangers and you're too modest to even talk about it? Now do you see what kind of a pig he is?
Jessica: I --
Simone: Just -- ok, ok, never mind. It's just not the time, ok? Just tell me what you do remember.
Jessica: He was kissing me. Even though I was stoned, I wasn't that stoned. And I wanted him to stop but he wouldn't. That's all I remember. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in the bed and he was there on the floor. Oh, I can't look at him.
Simone: It looks like he's been stabbed. Jess, do you remember stabbing him?
Jessica: No. But obviously I did. Oh, my God.
Simone: What? What is it? Is something coming back to you?
Jessica: Spike gives me a knife to carry every night I go work the street. He says it's to protect me in case some weirdo tries to get rough.
Simone: Well, where is it? Where do you keep it?
Jessica: My bag, but I checked and it wasn't there.
Simone: Ok, are you sure that Spike gave you a knife tonight?
Jessica: Yes. Hey, it's right there.
Simone: No, no, no, don't touch it, don't touch it!
Simone: Is this it? Is this the knife that Spike gives you to carry every night?
Jessica: Yes. Oh, God, I'm a murderer! I killed him! I stabbed him to death! I'm a murderer.
Chris: I don't want to back you into a corner, Sheridan. But I want you to be absolutely sure before the F.B.I. launches an all-out manhunt.
Sheridan: I know.
Chris: They take these things very seriously. If you're going to change your mind, we have to let them know right away so that they don't waste any manpower or resources.
Sheridan: I'm just so confused. You know, I -- I miss Luis and I want to see him desperately, but if he comes home without Marty, I just don't know how we can pick up again. I mean, how can we start over knowing that our little boy is out in the world somewhere with my twisted half sister who's being aided by my own father? How can Luis and I ever be happy again?
Alistair: You have a lot of nerve, young lady.
Whitney: Well, I guess when you've lost everything that really matters to you, it gives you the courage that you never knew you had.
Alistair: Well, that's fine. Now, why don't you go sit down and be quiet.
Whitney: Not till I talk to Theresa.
Fancy: Wow. She's got guts.
Noah: Yeah, no kidding.
Eve: No, Whitney. Don't go up against Alistair.
Whitney: Mom, it's ok. He can't do anything to me that he hasn't already done.
Alistair: Listen to your mother, little girl.
Whitney: I'm not a little girl, Alistair. I'm the mother of your great-grandchild.
Alistair: Yes, don't remind me.
Whitney: This isn't about you and me. This has nothing to do with you. This has to do with Theresa, my best friend, and what we've shared ever since we were little girls. Now, I know what's going through your mind right now.
Theresa: You know what? You need to go sit down now, please.
Whitney: We've known each other our whole lives. Now, I want you to look me in the eye and tell me that this is the wedding of your dreams.
Alistair: Why don't you just leave my bride-to-be alone.
Whitney: I'm going to talk to her alone. You're not going through with this.
Eve: Oh, thank God. Maybe Whitney will be able to talk Theresa out of this mess.
Julian: I wouldn't count on that. My father can be a very persuasive man.
Whitney: Now, I know what your dream wedding is like, and I know who you're marrying in that dream. And it is not Alistair Crane -- a man who has kidnapped, who's -- who's raped, who tried to have his own daughter killed. Now, how are you going to stand there by his side about to be his lawful-wedded wife?
Theresa: Because it's the only way.
Whitney: It's the only way to completely ruin your life is what it is, and the life of everyone who loves you. God, don't do this. Look, you're not going to get what you want.
Theresa: No, you don't know that, Whitney.
Whitney: Look, even if Ethan did want you after this travesty of a wedding, Alistair's not going to let you go. You see, he doesn't help people, and you know that. Now, I don't know what his twisted motives are for wanting to marry you, but it certainly has nothing to do with love.
Theresa: Ok. Just stop for a second, please. I don't want to do this. I don't. But this is my last shot.
Whitney: Well, I'm here to tell you it's going to backfire. Listen, it's not too late, ok? You can walk out of here with me right now, ok? We can leave. Alistair's not going to be able to do anything in front of all these people. They're all going to want to protect you.
Theresa: Ok, great. We -- we walk out of here, and then what happens after that, Whitney? I'm stuck right where I was before, right? I'm stuck without Ethan and I'm stuck without my daughter!
Whitney: Well, it's better than making a pact with the devil.
Theresa: And what about the life that I've always wanted, Whitney? The life with my son and my other child, Ethan? I mean, do I not deserve to have the family that I have always dreamed about?
Whitney: You don't always get what you deserve. Fate is not a fact, ok, it's a fairy tale. And you better learn that now before it's too late.
Theresa: I'm -- I'm sorry. I really am sorry, but you cannot talk me out of this.
Whitney: Wow. I mean, I always thought I was going to be your maid of honor. You don't even know her name.
Theresa: Well, you still can be.
Whitney: In a ceremony that I think is a complete disaster? No, I don't think so.
Theresa: You could do it for me because it would be the one thing in my dream that would come true.
Whitney: Ok, fine. God, I hate that you're about to do this. But I guess I'm not going to let you do it alone, ok?
Tabitha: Can we get on with the show already?
Theresa: I'm ready. Whitney will be my maid of honor.
Alistair: Good. Enough of this lollygagging around, then. Ahem. Shall we begin?
Pilar: Oh, no.
Katherine: I so hoped she could convince Theresa.
Gwen: Ethan, this is terrible.
Judge Morrison: We are gathered here to celebrate one of life's most special occasions, to give recognition to the worth and beauty of love.
Fox: What's love got to do with this obscenity?
Sheridan: I keep thinking about this one night early in my relationship with Luis where he helped me deliver this woman's baby. It was incredible. It was right then and there that I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I wanted him to be the father of my children, and all I wanted was to be a mom.
Chris: It sounds to me like you want Luis to come home.
Sheridan: I loved Luis. I had so many dreams. I just don't know if any of them are going to come to pass after what's happened. If Luis comes home and he doesn't have Marty, I don't know if I'll be able to forgive him.
Chris: I'm sorry, Sheridan, but I need an answer from you. Do you want me to call off the search for Luis or not?
Security officer: Is there a problem, Miss Lopez Fitzgerald?
Paloma: No. No, not at all. You're not going to find anything in my bag.
Security officer: I certainly hope not. Come, we're wasting time.
Simone: Ok. So, what you're telling me is that you were in some kind of blackout.
Jessica: And in the middle of it, I stabbed this creep to death.
Simone: Well, not necessarily. I mean, all it means is that the knife Spike gave you to carry for protection is the murder weapon, not that you were the one who used it.
Jessica: Give me a break, Simone. What else could've happened? You think the guy fell on it?
Simone: Well, no, but maybe someone else could've come in after you passed out. That could've happened.
Jessica: You really think so?
Simone: Yeah, of course. I know you, and even high on drugs, you could never kill someone.
Jessica: I wouldn't be so sure about that, Simone.
Simone: Yeah, what is that supposed to mean? It's not like you've ever killed anyone.
Jessica: Hey, what are we going to do?
Simone: Ok. We are going to calm down and get a grip and think things through and try to figure out who could've done this. I know who's behind it.
Simone: Alistair Crane. You know how much he wants to hurt your family, and look what he did to your father. I mean, just the other night, he planted drugs in your brother Noah's car so he could get arrested on drug charges. Maybe now he's set his sights on you.
Jessica: But why?
Simone: Why would Alistair ever need a reason to hurt people? He's hated your father for eons. And now that his precious granddaughter is in love with Noah, I mean, he'll do anything to teach them a lesson.
Jessica: You really think Alistair Crane would kill this guy just for revenge?
Simone: Him or one of his henchmen.
Jessica: Oh, God, Simone. If you're right, I'm done for. If Alistair Crane wants to frame me, I'll never be able to prove I'm innocent. I could go to jail for the rest of my life.
Judge Morrison: We are here to add our best wishes to the sacred oath that shall unite Alistair Crane and Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald in everlasting happiness.
Alistair: You'll be Mrs. Crane very shortly, my dear.
Tabitha: [Disguised voice] Think about it, Theresa. Either I'm very good at making wild guesses, or I'm telling you the truth. And you'll live in a mansion as Mrs. Crane. It's your choice.
Theresa's voice: I always thought the gypsy meant that I would marry Ethan when she told me that I would marry a Crane. Did she really mean Alistair?
Tabitha: I just love it when old predictions come true, especially when they evoke such monumental pain and shock.
Judge Morrison: If there is anyone here with good reason why this couple should not be united in holy matrimony --
Julian: Holy hell is more like it.
Judge Morrison: Let them speak now or forever hold their peace.
Eve: I object!
Sam: Eve is right.
Ethan: This is sick.
Sam: Let's get out of here.
Katherine: This truly is obscene!
Pilar: She can't marry you, Alistair!
Martin: You're forcing her into this!
Alistair: As you can see, there are no objections, so let's just move on.
Judge Morrison: But the whole --
Alistair: As I said, move on.
Judge Morrison: Yes, sir. Do you, Alistair Crane, take --
Alistair: Yes, yes, of course, I do.
Judge Morrison: And do you, Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald --
Alistair: Well, yes, she does. She certainly does, yes.
Judge Morrison: By the power vested in me, I hereby pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.
Tabitha: Oh. Ooh, that's the dark side, Endora, celebrating a huge victory. >From this day forward, every guest in attendance here will live in their own private hell.
Theresa: Oh, God, what have I done?
Tabitha: What have you done, indeed, Theresa.
Jessica: Nobody outwits Alistair. If he wants to make it look like I killed this guy, then he will.
Simone: No, not necessarily. Not if we play this right.
Jessica: There's a dead body on the floor, Simone. How is anything ever going to be right again?
Simone: Ok, for starters, we have to get out of this place.
Jessica: No, I can't leave.
Simone: What do you mean?
Jessica: I can't go outside. I -- I just can't. Not without another hit.
Simone: More drugs, you mean? You don't even know what you're high on!
Jessica: It doesn't matter. I need something to take the edge off.
Simone: How's that? How's that for taking the edge off? Now, you are going to have to get a grip. Get up and clean yourself up. You look like a --
Jessica: A streetwalker? Oh, is that what you were going to say?
Simone: Look, just go take a shower, ok? And while you do that, I'll -- I'll wipe down the room for prints, and -- and I'll take the sheets and the blankets off the bed so we can take them with us in case they can tie you to that creep. And no matter what you do, please don't leave anything belonging to you behind in this motel room.
Jessica: What if someone comes before we can get out of here? If Alistair is behind this, he could have someone waiting outside.
Simone: Well, that is why we have to hurry. And don't leave anything behind. Now, go take that shower!
Jessica: Ok. Jeez.
Woman: What took you so long?
Officer: Are you the one who called in the disturbance?
Woman: That's right, from the room right next door. Sounded like someone was dying in there. It was horrible!
Tabitha: Oh, look at them, Endora. Like lemmings who have all marched into the sea and don't know it. Even these stupid muggles know Theresa's gone too far this time in her unending quest to have it all. Oh, they're all going to have it all from this night forward, each and every one of them.
Eve: Oh, that's strange. I mean, one minute it's like a hurricane, and the next second it's just over.
Ivy: It's just like we imagined the whole thing.
Sam: Only we didn't. The thunder and lighting is just as real as Alistair's marriage to Theresa, God help her.
Pilar: Por favor, Senor, protect my Theresa. Protect my daughter, for she knows not what she's done.
Judge: It is my great privilege and honor to present Mr. and Mrs. Alistair Crane.
Paloma: What's going on? Why did it take so long to search my bag?
Roberto: You'd better ask him.
Paloma: Officer, all I want is to go home. Can we leave now?
Officer: Afraid not, young lady. I've got some bad news for you, though I guess it won't be news to you. We found what was inside your bag. Did you really think you were going to get away with this?
Jessica: Ok, let's get out of here.
Simone: Oh, my God, you can't go out dressed like that.
Jessica: Never mind the outfit. We have to get away from this body.
Simone: Well, ok. Well, take my coat and put it around you so you don't draw as much attention to yourself. All right, I've got the towels and the linens in the pillowcase. We're going to take that with us. Are you sure that you have everything that belongs to you?
Jessica: Positive. You have the knife?
Simone: Yeah, it's in here with the rest of it. Ok, let's get out of here.
Woman: That's what I'm telling you.
Simone: Ok, be quiet. Don't say anything. I hear people outside.
Woman: The yelling came from 321, right next door. Whoever it was was having a real bad night.
Officer: I'll check it out.
Jessica: Oh, my God, the cops are already here.
Officer: Is anybody in there? Open up. Police.
Sheridan: Did that just really happen?
Chris: Talk about a violent thunderstorm. And it passed so quickly.
Sheridan: The lightning was so close, I was afraid it was going to hit the restaurant.
Chris: But it didn't. And you still haven't given me your answer. Do you want me to call off the F.B.I. search for Luis, or leave it alone?
Sheridan: I love Luis, but he hurt me so badly. I just don't know.
Kay: You happy? I mean, is this why you brought Endora out tonight? To gloat over this marriage made in hell?
Tabitha: Well, yes, actually. I've waited centuries for a union such as this. Normally, at these events, I'm having to stop myself from gagging with all the love and happiness and sickly smiles around. But thanks to the dark side, this one's starting off really wretchedly.
Eve: Oh, honey, you tried. You tried. You did everything you could to get her to stop.
Whitney: Yeah, but I couldn't talk her out of it. I mean, here I am, her best friend, and I couldn't talk her out of this whole mess. God, I never thought she would actually go through with it.
Valerie: Talk about a freak show.
Valerie: I can't believe you and Theresa used to be an item.
Fox: Well, like you saw, I mean, she's got a few issues to deal with, but, you know, she's -- ahem -- overall, she's a wonderful person.
Valerie: Sure she is, Fox. That's why she just married your grandfather. Dream on.
Chad: Hey, he's right. Now, Theresa's great. She's a little confused.
Valerie: Look around the room, Chad. She's not the only one.
Alistair: Ladies and gentlemen, the reception will be starting momentarily. I want you all to have a great time. It's going to be a fun evening. It's going to be an evening that you won't want to miss for one second.
Sam: As if any of us wants your damn cake.
Alistair: You know, Sam, I don't care if you starve to death. But I thought you might be curious about this wedding gift I have for each and every one of you. Some of you will enjoy it. Others won't.
Gwen: Well, God help us, Theresa's finally become a Crane. She's going to try and take you away from me again.
Ethan: She won't. I won't let her. I'm going to get you a drink. You need to relax, ok? I'll be back.
Ivy: Well, I would offer you my best wishes, but you're going to need a lot more than that now that you're married to Alistair. Just think of it -- if I was still married to Julian, you'd be my wicked stepmother.
Fancy: Oh, my gosh. You're my step-grandmother.
Sam: Theresa, I'm going to pray for you and your mother. I can't believe you did this to her.
Noah: They're just going to need some time to digest this, all right? You must have known that.
Pilar: Theresa --
Martin: Listen, I know how you feel about me. But I want you to know that your mother and I are here for you when you come to your senses.
Alistair: Theresa isn't going to need anything from you, Martin. Unlike you, I am going to provide for my wife and stand by her side till death do us part.
Pilar: No, Martin -- not now, not here. There's been enough already.
Alistair: Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is about to be served.
Sam: Hey, why don't you go to hell.
T.C.: We don't want your damn food.
Alistair: Why don't you two idiots suit yourselves.
Alistair: The announcement I'm about to make is going to affect each and every one of you.
Tabitha: Oh, this is going to be a doozy.
Kay: What is it? What's he going to say?
Tabitha: Oh, just wait and see, dear. Just know that it's big enough to make that tsunami seem like a ripple off a skipping stone.
Paloma: I don't know what you mean. I wasn't trying to get away with anything.
Roberto: The truth is that it was my bag anyways. Why are you hassling her?
Officer: It was checked under the name Paloma Lopez-Fitzgerald. Now, why don't you save us a lot of time and trouble and tell us what you stowed in there.
Paloma: I -- I don't know what you're talking about.
Officer: A confession from you would go a long way towards easing your sentence. Otherwise we're going to throw the book at you.
[Pounding on door]
Officer: Open up! Police!
Jessica: Oh, my God, Simone, he's going to find us in here with a dead body.
Simone: Ok, be quiet, I need to think. There's got to be another way out of here.
Officer: On the count of three, I take the door down. One, two --
Jessica: It's too late. I'm going to jail for murder.
Sheridan: Yes, I know what to do about Luis.
Chris: All right, then I'll call the agency. But do I tell them to suspend the search for Luis or not?
Sam: If you've got another bomb to drop, then just do it, ok, so we all can go home and get on with our lives.
Alistair: That may be a bit difficult after I reveal my surprise.
Alistair: I love surprises, don't you?
T.C.: Damn you, Alistair.
Alistair: Oh, temper, temper, T.C. That's not going to win you any friends, or any ex-wives either, for that matter. Whoa. First of all, I would like to thank each and every one of you for coming to our lovely wedding. Theresa and I stand here basking in the warmth and best wishes from all of you.
Sam: Here's what I wish, and I think I speak for everyone here. I hope that you go to hell for what you've done to Theresa.
Alistair: Oh, Sam. That is so kind of you. Thank you. I guess everyone thinks that my surprise wedding to Theresa this evening was the height of the entertainment. But I am the type of man who likes to kill two birds with one stone. Even my new bride has no idea what else I have in store for her this evening. Bring in the boy. Now.
Theresa: Oh, sweetheart. Hi, honey. Why do you have my son here, Alistair?
Alistair: Correction, darling -- our son. I'm adopting little Ethan. He's going to be the heir to the Crane empire, my one and only beneficiary to the entire Crane fortune. Excuse me, darling. Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay. Everybody wants a good look. Look at that. I'm very pleased with my decision. Of course, there will be certain ramifications -- for my daughter, Sheridan, my son, Julian, my grandchildren, those who are not here and those that are here. For example -- Fancy, Fox, Chad. Eat your hearts out, you little traitors. The only one who deserves the benefits of the Crane empire is little Ethan. So hail to the new king. Hail.
On the Next Passions:
Officer: That's it, I know you're in there! When I come in, I'm shooting to kill.
Alistair: Tonight is our wedding night. For you.
Chad: I'm going to climb the Crane ladder so quick, it's going to make your head spin.
Fox: Get out of my way.
Chad: No, you don't touch me.
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