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Passions Transcript Monday 10/30/06--Canada; Tuesday 10/31/06--USA

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Fancy: So, James, the man you saw with your father -- do you know his name?

Fancy's Voice: Oh, rats. Some cop I've turned out to be. I can't even grill a kid.

Fancy: I guess you've said enough for one night, huh?

James: There he is.

Fancy: Who? Oh, my God.

Fancy: Darn it. I can't see his face at all.

Spike: Yeah, if I play my cards right, some day all this is going to be mine.

Fancy: Come on, come on. If he turns his head, I can identify the killer.

Sheridan: Who are you to judge who I'm with? You know what, you're one to talk... you, who dated Beth, a well-known psycho.

Luis: That's good. At least I didn't marry her. I'm not the one who married a murderer!

Chris: What is going on in here?

Sheridan: Luis is here to arrest you. He thinks that you murdered Phyllis.

Whitney: Oh, honey, I just have to tell you again how sorry I am, ok?

Chad: Stop apologizing, Whitney, please.

Whitney: Chad, I can't help it. I mean, to think that I was actually worried that you were having an affair -- with Valerie, no less. I should know you would never do anything like that.

{Chad: If Whitney knew what I was doing, she'd hate me. }

Chad: Baby, you're right, you're the only woman for me.

Whitney: Aw.

Whitney: Oh, there's a table. I'd better go grab it, ok?

Chad: All right. What am I doing? If Whitney only knew I wasn't the man she thinks I am.

Eve: Excuse me. I got your message. God, I just can't believe it.

Ivy: Yeah, well, believe it, thanks to that blabbermouth, Kay.

Eve: Ok, ok, so wait, does Sam know everything? Does he know that you hired David to pretend to be Grace's husband to break up their marriage?

Ivy: Yes, Sam knows the whole thing.

Eve: Why are you sitting here drinking? You should be over at the Bennett house, down your knees, asking Sam to forgive you. Sam isn't even speaking to me and he kicked me out of the house.

Eve: Well, God, you could hardly blame him. You've ripped his family apart, you broke up his marriage.  It was despicable, Ivy.

Ivy: You helped me, remember?

Eve: You blackmailed me. So... did anybody mention my name?

Ivy: No. Not yet. But it's going to come out. It has to. When Sam gets the DNA test that proved that John was Grace and David's son, it's going to bother him, and he's going to try to figure out how the test results got changed, partner.

Eve: Oh, no.

Ivy: So you might as well start drinking, too, because everyone in town is going to know that you knew all along that I hired David to pose as Grace's husband and you never said a word. You sold your best friend down the river.

Eve: But I didn't want to do that. You made me do it because you would've told everyone in the world about my past.

Ivy: You had a choice, Eve, and you chose to protect yourself rather than save your best friend's marriage.

Julian: You hypocrite. You're worse than I thought. Is there no end to your lies?

Noah: Check it out, your mother's here.

Ethan: I don't care. It's amazing, isn't it, that Halloween night is when I find out that my mother is actually a real live witch? Kind of puts a nice bow on the whole thing, doesn't it? See, when she lied to me all those years, passing me off as a Crane, I thought that was the worst thing that a person could ever do. And now this. She literally ripped your parents' marriage apart so she could, what, rekindle an old love affair? What was she thinking?

Noah: Well, you know, when the truth about your paternity suit came out, I don't know, you'd think she would've learned. The truth always comes out, eventually.

Ethan: Well, I don't forgive this kind of deception. Not from my mother, not from anyone.

Gwen: Forget it, Theresa, I have him now. Your secret is coming out.

Theresa: Oh, not a chance, Gwen.

Gwen: J.T., spit it out, ok? Spit out the secret.

Theresa: There is nothing, Gwen!

J.T.: Ladies, please, don't break the merchandise -- which, like all merchandise, is for sale.

Gwen: Listen, J.T., listen, listen, you have to tell me the secret, ok, because it must be huge. It must be huge. Theresa has been so obsessed with you finding Ethan so you can tell him that my mother and I were the ones who emailed that file to the tabloid.

Theresa: The file that ruined his life!

Gwen: Yeah, but now -- now all of a sudden she'll do anything to keep you away from Ethan so you don't tell him what you know.  What is it, J.T.?

J.T.: Cha-ching, cha-ching.

Gwen: I will pay you! I promise you, I will pay you! Listen, this doesn't make any sense, ok? Look, if Ethan found out that we were the ones who emailed the tabloid, Theresa could make all her dreams come true, yet because of whatever you know, she's willing to walk away from her golden opportunity to get back with Ethan. Please tell me her secret!

[J.T. laughs]

Gwen: J.T., it is not funny!

J.T.: It's -- it's hilarious! I can take either of you any day in my birthday suit -- which is not a bad way to spend an evening, actually.

Gwen: J.T., What is Theresa's big secret? What does she not want Ethan to know?

Theresa: Don't you dare say a word, J.T.!

J.T.: Ooh, you're a smart lady, Gwen. I hope you take after your talented and limber mother.

Theresa: Quiet, J.T.!

Gwen: Stop it!

J.T.: You know, if you ladies want to get physical with me, I got another idea how this could go.

Gwen: Oh, gross, J.T.! Stay on the subject!

J.T.: Oh, you are smart, Gwen. You knew something big was in the air.

Gwen: Of course I did. Theresa turned her back on the one thing she lives for, my husband! Now, J.T., what is her secret? You can have all the money in the world. And remember, my mother is part of the deal, too.

J.T.: Oh, Rebecca. Oh, the things that she can do with a box of peanut brittle will make your toes curl right up. All right, Gwen, you win. I'll tell you.

Theresa: Not in this lifetime! Consider that payment in full!

Gwen: No!

Chris: Arrest me? I didn't murder Phyllis. How many times do I have to tell you?

Sheridan: There is just no getting through to him.

Chris: Luis, your theory is absurd. Why, why would I kill a maid?

Luis: Well, there's evidence that points to your involvement, evidence that I cannot ignore.

Chris: What kind of evidence?

Sheridan: Don't. Don't even listen to him. You just want to pin this murder on my husband for one reason, and one reason only -- because he is my husband.

Luis: That's not true.

Sheridan: Oh, yes, it is. You have had it in for Chris from the very beginning, ever since you found out we were married. You would do anything to tear him down in my eyes.

Luis: No, I am simply trying to do my job.

Chris: Let's all just calm down. Listen, I understand that you're trying to do an investigation, but you're way off base if you think that I'm involved. I had nothing to do with this.

Luis: Well, great, then certainly you wouldn't mind coming down to the station and answering a few of my questions.

Chris: Are you really putting me under arrest?

Sheridan: Luis, don't you dare! Chris has done nothing wrong. He is honest and good. I will have you know that he actually helped the FBI bring down one of the mob enterprises. His life was threatened and he had to go into the witness protection program.

Luis: What?

Sheridan: One of the mobsters followed him here to Harmony. So why on earth would he get involved in something illegal, let alone get involved with my father?

Chris: Your father?

Sheridan: You know, it makes me so sad to realize that you think that little of me, that no man would ever find an interest in me unless he was hired by my father.

Chris: You think that I was --

Luis: Stop putting words into my mouth, because I never said that.

Sheridan: No, I don't have to because you are obsessed with conspiracy theories. You know what, you're worse than Oliver Stone. My father did not hire Chris to marry me. Look, he never even met my father until we were already involved.

Luis: You don't know that.

Sheridan: There you go again. Look, he fought my father. He punched my father out in my defense. Any man that works for my father would not do that, you know that.

Luis: That could've been a setup.

Chris: You're insane.

Sheridan: No, he is pigheaded, and he always has been. Chris has nothing to do with my father and he is not mixed up in this murder. If I believed any of that for one second, then that would mean my whole marriage was a fraud.

Fancy: Why won't he turn around? James, honey, um, are you sure this was the man who hurt your daddy?

James: Uh-huh.

Spike: Oh, that's just what I need.

Fancy: Oh, no, he's getting away. I need to go after him. But I can't leave James.

Paloma: Hi, have you seen --

Fancy: Oh, Paloma! You are a lifesaver. Please stay with James. Carve a pumpkin or something. I think I know who killed Phyllis. He was just outside the window.

Paloma: What?

Fancy: Yeah, I can't explain. I've got to go after him or he'll get away.

Paloma: Fancy, wait, you might get hurt!

Ivy: How long have you been standing there?

Julian: Well, long enough to understand that you helped dear Ivy here destroy Sam and Grace's marriage. Aiding and abetting, hmm? Yeah, I always thought there was something oily about that David fellow. Sam and Grace, just oh-so-happy happy, then voila, all of a sudden Grace's long-lost husband magically appears. I should've known that you were behind this, dear. Bravo. This even trumps your evil little plot to pass Ethan off as my son.

Ivy: What I did I did for love.

Julian: Oh, did you? Does that make it any better than doing it for hatred or revenge? I don't think it does, no. The reason doesn't really matter. What matters is that you have been caught. Oh, God, lucky Ethan. He was able to get rid of me as his father. Now he'll no doubt discard you as his mother. What about his image? There will be a problem there, I mean, an upstanding young lhaving such a consummate iar as a mother.

Ivy: You know, I don't need a moral judgment from you.

Julian: But you, Eve? God, I am so shocked. You cast yourself as someone in between Florence Nightingale and Mother Teresa. You parade around here like a paragon of virtue. You even preached to me about, "oh, Julian, you've changed, you've regressed to the bad  Julian I thought was gone forever". The hypocrisy. Well, I suppose thank God for that. I mean, it's what makes life interesting.

Eve: Julian, please.

Julian: Hypocrisy! I should practice that, because, you know, the one thing I'm not is a hypocrite. I'm quite open about the bad things I've done, that I should be ashamed.  But you know that I am most ashamed of myself the most for turning myself inside out to prove that I was a better man, someone that you could love. God, what a fool I was.

Julian: Ivy? I want to thank you for helping me take the blinders off. I now see that your partner in crime is just as morally bereft as I, if not more so. She's probably even worse than you are.

Ivy: Enough, Julian.

Julian: I'm telling you, Eve, it was just killing me to try to suppress my natural bad self for your sake. I wanted to prove that I was worthy of you, and all the time you were just sitting back and watching Sam and Grace's marriage be destroyed. In fact, you helped make that happen.

Eve: Julian, please.

Julian: I mean, don't you ever, ever point your finger at me. Not you ever.

Noah: Want another drink?

Ethan: No, thanks. I got to keep a clear head tonight. I've got some thinking to do.

Noah: We all do.

Ethan: Noah, I'm -- I'm sorry that my mother set out to break up your parents just so she could get back together with Sam. I mean, think of the planning. Think of how malicious she had to have been. I never knew she could be that way.

Noah: Yeah, it's terrible. You know, and Kay, she knew about the whole thing all along. God. You know, I really wish I was there when that whole David thing happened, because I just don't buy it. You know, not unless my parents' marriage wasn't strong enough to begin with.

Ethan: No, no, no, your -- their marriage was perfect. The love was unbreakable.

Noah: Yet at the first sign of adversity, they split apart. If my parents' marriage was so unbreakable, right, then my mom would be at home right now making her famous tomato soup cake. She never would've left with that David guy.

Ethan: Maybe no one really knows what goes on in a marriage, huh?

Noah: Look, the truth is that -- that your mother wouldn't have been able to break my parents apart if their love had been stronger. Kind of reminds me of me and Fancy. You know, I -- I thought our love was strong, but the more fool am I. One long look from Luis and she went weak in the knees.

Ethan: No, Noah, it was more than that.

Noah: Ok, let's not talk about me anymore, all right? Let's talk about you and Theresa and Gwen.

Ethan: Ah, thanks.

Noah: Yeah, you stay with Gwen, though you admit your heart is with Theresa.

Ethan: I love Gwen. I do.

Noah: Yeah, I guess what they say about true love conquering all is just a bunch of hooey.

Ethan: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Don't be cynical about it, all right? I actually do believe in true love. I do. Yeah, sure, there's bumps in the road, but true love, true love usually wins out in the end. Perfect example, look at Chad and Whitney.

Ethan: Noah, they have been through absolute hell, right, but now they're fine, and they're perfect together. Ok, that's true love. And they don't have any secrets or any lies that are going to rip them apart.

Whitney: You want to know what's really just gross is walking in on Valerie and that man in the hotel room in bed together. And at the Safari Motel, no less. I mean, they make jokes about that place, you know, because it's so sleazy. I mean, who in their right mind would go there to make love to someone that they actually care about?

{Chad: I've been thinking about you all day. }

Chad: Not anybody we want anything to do with, baby.

Whitney: You got that right.

[J.T. screams]

J.T.: Whoa! Wow, what a rush.

J.T.: Why is it my fate to end up lying under dirty sheets?

J.T.: Oh, mama, I knew you loved me.

Gwen: What did you do?! What if you killed him?!

Theresa: Oh, poor J.T. he must have slipped.

Gwen: Oh, no, no, no, you're not getting off that easily because I'm not giving up. When I get down to the basement, I'm going to force J.T. to tell me your secret and you, you -- you're going to be history.

Gwen: Here I am, J.T.!

Theresa: Oh, no, you don't!

Gwen: Get out of my way!

Theresa: No, forget it!

Gwen: Get off of me!

Theresa: No!

Gwen: Give it up! J.T. is in there. I'm going to squeeze the truth out of him no matter what you do.

Theresa: Never!

Gwen: J.T.! J.T.? J.T.? Where are you? Where are you?

Theresa: He's not in here?

Gwen: Of course he's in here. He has to be in here. J.T., are you in here? J.T.!

Theresa: Trust you to rummage in other people's dirty linens, Gwen!

Gwen: Oh, shut up! J.T.!

Theresa: Oh? Oh?

Gwen: No. No, no, no.

Theresa: Oh, yes, had a guess, I would say that's J.T.'s car going bye-bye.

Gwen: Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Theresa: Such language, Gwen.

Gwen: Don't you -- don't you be so smug. Listen, you may have won this round, but I am not, not going to let this go, Theresa. I'm going to find out what secret you're keeping from Ethan.

Theresa: Oh, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Gwen: The hell you don't. I promise you, I'll take you down.

Theresa: Oh, my God. My whole life depends on J.T. Money or not, I trust him as far as I can throw him. I've got to make sure that he leaves Harmony for good.

Luis: And then there's the gold pen.

Chris: My gold pen.

Luis: Mm-hmm.

Chris: I told you you would find my fingerprints on it.

Luis: Oh, come on, it was underneath Phyllis' body.

Sheridan: Perhaps it rolled off the table while Phyllis was struggling.

Luis: There was no struggle. Why? Because Phyllis knew her attacker, someone like Chris.

Sheridan: But not Chris. All right, this is absurd. Look, why don't you pin some other crime on my husband?

Luis: Just following the evidence.

Chris: You know, you've been on me ever since we got back to Harmony. Why don't you just back off a little, huh? You can't stand the fact that Sheridan actually loves me, that I'm the one in her bed. Go on, admit it. That's what all this is about.

Luis: And then there's the scrap of paper that was found in Phyllis' hand. The same paper stock that matches all the omega documents.

Sheridan: All right, that's it. Get out of here. If you want to arrest my husband, I suggest you take this flimsy evidence to your supervisor and get a real police officer in here to do the job.

Paloma: There you are. Did Fancy call you?

Luis: No, why would she?

Sheridan: James, sweetheart, I hope you didn't hear us yelling. I'm so sorry. Sometimes adults get upset.

Paloma: Fancy is out there somewhere chasing the man who killed Phyllis.

Paloma: She said he was right outside the living room window at the mansion.

Sheridan: Where did she go?

Paloma: I don't know. She was afraid he could get away and she rushed out without saying anything else. Luis, you have to go out and help her. She's somewhere out there with a killer.

Spike: Damn it. Fancy chased me all the way down Raven Hill.

Fancy: He's got to be here somewhere. I saw him come this way.

Spike's voice: No, no, no. There ain't no little rich bitch who's going to bring me down.

Fancy: No. Did I lose him?

Julian: You know, Eve, I -- I suppose I admire you. You had the gall to play holier than thou with me at the same time you were a participant in perhaps one of the most vile, base plots in Harmony history. Yeah, you once said that you -- you didn't want to spend your life with someone like me. Well, I think now the shoe's on the other foot. I really don't want to spend another minute with someone so malevolent as you. God help that stroked-out, crippled husband of yours. Let's just hope he gets his health back so he can make his escape from you.

Eve: Julian.

Julian: Ivy, word of advice -- why don't you forget about little Sammy? I think there's a lesson in here for the both of us. I don't think that perhaps we are destined to end up with our first loves. I know certainly I'm not.

Ivy: Well, I guess I should count my blessings. In our entire marriage, he never pierced my heart like that.

Eve: You know what the worst part of it is, Ivy? I deserve every word.

Whitney: Hey, there you are. We were looking for you. Where did you go? Is everything all right?

Theresa: Yeah, yeah, for now, it's good.

Whitney: Chad, would you mind getting Theresa some wine? I think she could use it.

Chad: Sure, sure. White, right?

Theresa: Yeah, that'd be great, thanks.

Whitney: Ok.

Theresa: Ok.

Whitney: So, what, did you find J.T.?

Theresa: Yeah, I found him, paid him off.

Whitney: Thank God.

Theresa: Yeah, I don't know, I mean, I really don't know if I'm out of the woods, ok, because Gwen was really close to squeezing the truth out of J.T. He managed to get away to his car, though, you know, before she could grill him.

Whitney: Well, that's a relief.

Theresa: Yeah, yeah, I think my secret's safe for another night.

Whitney: I wish you would reconsider this.

Theresa: No, don't, don't you tell me that I have to tell Ethan the truth that Little Ethan's really his son. No, no, I'm not doing it. Don't give me that look. Please don't give me that look. I know what I'm doing.

Whitney: Yeah, I've heard that before, haven't I?

Theresa: I would love to tell Ethan the truth, Whitney, I would, but it's absolutely impossible. All right, he's with Gwen, God help him. I mean, look, if I had myself to think about, then I would risk anything to get him back, but I cannot ignore my son's welfare. Let's just say that I do tell J.T. to tell Ethan that Gwen and Rebecca sent the email. Then what? What if Ethan actually chose to stay married to Gwen?

Whitney: Personally, I don't think he would do that.

Theresa: Yeah, but I don't know for sure, right? The only thing I do know for sure is that if Ethan and J.T. were in the same room and Ethan found out that Little Ethan is really his, maybe I would get Ethan and everything. All I know is I cannot gamble with my son's chances in life, especially with this custody battle that's coming up. No, no, no, I've already been burned once with Jane. Never again, no matter how tempting it is to tell Ethan the truth, I am not going to do it. It has to be kept a secret.

Whitney: Ok, ok.

Theresa: Ok.

Whitney: -- You have Jared, right?

Theresa: Yes. Who knows what could happen with Jared, right? But still, I mean, life with Ethan? Well, that dream is gone. Hey, at least I managed to stop Gwen.

Whitney: Exactly, and I think we should be celebrating.

Theresa: Right.

Whitney: Because I personally found further proof that Chad is not having an affair with Valerie.

Theresa: Hey!

Whitney: And you managed to keep Gwen away from J.T., so --

Gwen: Hi.

Ethan: Hey. How you doing?

Theresa: I don't think I feel like celebrating right now, Whitney.

Sheridan: James, sweetie, I want you to go get ready for bed, ok?

James: Aw, Mom.

Luis: How long ago did Fancy leave?

Paloma: Not long. A few minutes. I thought she would call you to ask for backup. I brought James back so I could help.

Luis: No, she didn't call and there aren't any messages. She's out there all alone. So, Chris, were you up at the mansion tonight in a living room window?

Sheridan: Stop torturing my husband. He has been here with us the entire time, while Fancy is out there chasing the real killer. That proves that Chris didn't do it.

Luis: Tell me now, Chris, before anyone else gets killed.

Sheridan: Luis!

{Spike: I had to kill Phyllis to clean up your mess. }

Chris: I don't know anything.

Luis: I know that you're involved in this. Now you tell me right now, is Fancy chasing a murderer?

Boy: Hey, hey, come on, this way, come on.

Fancy: Oh!

Boy: Boo! Jeez, this thing is hot.

Fancy: Oh, good one. Yeah, you scared me. Have you guys seen anyone else out here?

Boy: Yeah, Freddy Krueger's over by the baseball diamond kissing the bride of Frankenstein.

Fancy: No, I'm serious. I'm looking for a man. He was out here running through the park.

Boy: Oh, well, hey, if you're looking for a man, what about me?

Second boy: In your dreams. Look, your friend might be at the Halloween party at the Youth Center. You're welcome there, too, but you need a mask.

Fancy: Yeah, never mind. Thanks, guys.

Boy: Happy Halloween.

Fancy: Yeah. Ok, he can't have gone far.

Spike: Damn it.

Fancy: Freeze! You are not getting away from me!

Chad: Here you go.

Theresa: Oh, thank you, Chad.

Whitney: I know you're not in a good mood, but I am. And I think we should make a toast. To everything working out for both of us tonight.

Theresa: All right, I will drink to that.

Whitney: And to me and you, us being so perfectly happy together. You know, I kind of feel sorry for Valerie. I mean, having to stoop so low to go to some seedy motel, you know? It's kind of degrading.

Gwen: You know what, forget it. I'm sure you've heard more criticism of her tonight than you want to honey.

Ethan: I mean, I guess I just bought into the pretty facade that she's always put on for everyone else. Everyone else buys it. She's my own mother.

Gwen: This must be hell for you, honey.

Ethan: Well, come on, I mean, first she lies to me all those years about who my real father was, and now this? She's ruined a marriage. She's ruined a whole family is what she's done. I mean, I don't know how she lives with herself. But I'll tell you one thing, I am grateful for one thing, Gwen, and that's the fact that you would never deceive me you have been truthful and honest with me ever since boarding school.

Gwen: Well, you know, maybe in her own way, Ivy was just trying to do the right thing.

Ethan: Don't you dare try to justify her, because I don't have one speck of tolerance for that kind of behavior. I'm just glad that we don't have those kind of secrets between us.

Gwen: Yeah, I mean, no way. You know, I'm no Theresa.

Ethan: No, you're not. You have never lied to me. Theresa has, many times.

J.T.: Becky?  Whoo-hoo! Oh, don't yell at me like that! No, no, I'm still in town. You don't think that I would leave Harmony without saying a proper goodbye to my Becky. Mmm-hmm, I knew you'd say that. So where can we meet for one last drink? Great, see you at the Blue Note. We could find a dark room someplace and -- ha-ha! Oh, I'm there, honey. Hee-hee! Oh, man, lovely Theresa's going to have no idea I made one little pit stop before I left town to change my oil!

Ivy: So I take it that Whitney hasn't heard the big news.

Eve: No, I guess not. It's going to be so awful when she realizes I'm a part of this mess. It's just going to ruin our relationship all over again.

Ivy: I know the feeling. I wonder if Ethan will ever talk to me again.

Eve: So tell me something, Ivy -- was it worth it? I mean, I know you got to spend some time with Sam, and you even almost got him to the altar, but then it all blew up in your face. And now Sam hates you, and he's going to hate you until he dies.

Ivy: Well, thank you for reminding me, Eve.

Eve: No, seriously, I want to know if it was worth it.

Ivy: Yes. Yes, it was. And you've already said why, because I got to spend some time with Sam. And if you're asking me if I would do it again, the answer is yes, in a heartbeat.

Ivy: Only I would be more careful next time and I -- I wouldn't trust anyone, because this is what comes of trusting people. I would rely only on myself, and that way the truth would never come out.

Eve: So what you're telling me is that you have learned nothing at all. You know, Ivy, I can't even find it in myself to feel sorry for you. And I really don't want to be around you. Good night.

Ivy: And another one bites the dust. Well, I would do it all again, and worse, if I get the chance.

Ethan: I don't really feel like dancing, honey.

Gwen: Come on, you need to cheer up. It's Halloween. You know, I took some very, very cute pictures of Jane and Little Ethan in their costumes earlier. I can't wait for you to see them.

Ethan: Yeah, this is one Halloween I will not forget. You know why? Because we have our very own God-honest monster in town, and she's sitting right over there and it's my mom. Will you think of how many lives that she's hurt?

Gwen: You know, look, I know it hurts, but -- but try not to think about it, ok? We can talk about it rationally in the morning. I do wish there was something more I could do for you, though.

Ethan: Oh, it's all right. Just knowing that I can trust you is enough. But I'll tell you, if anybody else ever lies to me about something that important ever again, I'm scared as to what I would do.

Theresa: All right, next round's on me.

Whitney: All right.

Chad: All right.

Whitney: Theresa's putting on a brave front, but she's really down right now.

Chad: Ethan again, huh?

Whitney: Well, yeah.

Chad: And this big secret?

Whitney: Ok, can you keep your voice down? She would kill me if she knew I told you.

Chad: Look, you're the one that told me that you can't bear keeping secrets from me. I guess it's ok to keep a secret from Theresa?

Whitney: Please don't start.

Chad: You know, I wish -- I wish I didn't know. You know, it's -- it's not fair to keep him in the dark. I mean, Little Ethan is his son. Why can't Theresa just tell the truth and let the cards fall where they may?

Whitney: Look, she thinks that if Ethan knows the truth, she's going to lose everything and Ethan could hate her for the rest of her life.

Chad: So what? What, it's ok for her to go after Ethan while she dangles Jared by a string?

Whitney: No, no, I'm not saying that at all. I want Theresa to make up her own mind is what I want. Look, she's just worried right now, that's all.

Chad: Well, she got rid of J.T., and the only people that know now are me, you, and her mother.

Whitney: That's exactly right, and let's just, you know, just hope it stays that way.

Chad: Ok.

Whitney: Ok.

Theresa: Oh, my God. It's you.

Luis: Answer me. I know that you're involved in this. Who is Fancy chasing?

Sheridan: All right back off, Luis. Chris has nothing to do with this. Now while you're in here wasting your time, berating my husband, Fancy is out there chasing the real killer. Chris is innocent.

Luis: Is that true?

Chris: I don't know anything about this.

Luis: Yeah. I'll see if I can reach Fancy.

Paloma: Hurry. God knows who she's chasing. She could be in terrible danger.

Fancy: I could swear I saw the man run this way.

Fancy: Oh, not in there, please.

Fancy: All right. A cop's got to do what a cop's got to do.

Fancy: What do you know -- Luis.

On the Next Passions:

Luis: Fancy may only be a cadet. She would've called for backup.

Fancy: Let me go!

J.T.: Oh, my God. You're insatiable.

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