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Eve: What on earth? Oh, no. Oh, no, this is impossible.

Ethan: Tell me the truth! Tell me the truth! I want to know!

J.T.: Let go of me!

Ethan: Not until you spill the beans.

J.T.: How did you find me?

Ethan: I have my ways. Now tell me the truth.

J.T.: What are you talking about?

Ethan: You know damn well what I'm talking about.  I want to know who sent that file to Daily Private Lives revealing that I was am Bennett's son.

J.T.: I already told you, it was Phyllis, the Crane maid, before the poor soul got herself murdered.

Ethan: I don't buy that for a second.

J.T.: Well, you did before. Look, let me go. I've got nothing else to say.

Ethan: Theresa swears that it was Gwen and my mother-in-law from hell.

Rebecca: Ah!  I always speak well of him.

Ethan: Answer me! Why would Theresa lie about something that is so important to her if it was so easily disproved? It doesn't make sense.

J.T.: I don't know, why don't you ask Theresa?

Ethan: You are lying to me, J.T. Cornell. I want to know the truth. I deserve it.

Rebecca: J.T., you better keep your big mouth shut, or you're a dead man.

Little Ethan: Mom, can we go skating now?

Theresa: Yes, absolutely. That's a great idea.

Jared: Well, there's only one problem with that. I don't know how to skate. I've never tried.

Theresa: Never?

Jared: Never.

Theresa: Really?

Little Ethan: We'll teach you.

Jared: I don't know if I want to learn. It's terrifying.

Theresa: Come on. You'll be fine. Let's go skate.

Jared: Why do I feel like a sacrifice being led away by two vampires?

Whitney: That's a good job. You are such a good helper. Thank you. Ok.

Chad: Hey, baby.

Whitney: Hey, Chad.

Chad: Hey, Miles. What are you doing down here?

Whitney: We're playing in the snow, aren't we, baby?

Chad: Do you mind if I play with you guys? Whitney, come on. It's a beautiful morning. We're here with our son.

Whitney: I'm the one who brought Miles here.

Chad: Well I'm here now. It's our little family. Let's just enjoy the day and each other.

Whitney: I don't know if I can do that, Chad.

Chad: Look, Whitney, I put up with your suspicions last night and what happened? You found out you were totally wrong. Let's start fresh today. And I was hoping that the light of day would let you see how wrong you are. You know how good we are together. And we belong together.

Whitney: I did do some thinking last night. And I love you. Chad, I really do.

Chad: So we're ok.

Whitney: No, no, we're not ok, because I still can't trust you.

Gwen: It's going to be ok.

Sheridan: I lost him. I lost him forever.

Gwen: Oh, honey.

Fancy: Poor Aunt Sheridan what's wrong with her?

Luis: I don't know exactly. She just said I lost him. I guess seeing all these kids in the snow and on the ice reminded her of Marty and what he missed out on.

Fancy: I guess you want to go to her. It's ok. I understand. She needs you.

Theresa: Are you ready?

Jared: About as ready as I'll ever be.

Theresa: Well, careful.

Little Ethan: Ewww.

Whitney: What, Chad? Why are you looking at me like that?

Chad: I just don't know where this is coming from.

Whitney: Oh, come on. Don't you?

Chad: Whitney, it's me. Chad. Ok? Tell me what I did wrong, Whitney. Look at me honestly and tell me.

Whitney: God, I love how you act like you don't know what's going on here.

Chad: I don't. Come on, Whitney. We can't turn our lives upside down because of what that witch Rebecca said to you. Whitney, we all know that Rebecca is a nut job. I've heard you laugh about it a hundred times.  She's a nympho, a gold-digger and a world-class liar.

Whitney: She only confirmed my suspicions. Don't you understand that? Look, Rebecca went out of her way to tell me what she told me. Why would she do that? We mean absolutely nothing to her.

Chad: And you believe her?  Rebecca?

Whitney: Why would she tell me that she saw you in a hotel room naked if weren't true?

Chad: You know she's a troublemaker from way back. Maybe she's just trying to cause some drama or maybe she had three too many martinis this night. This is the woman who puts vodka in her orange juice every morning.  You know that.

Whitney: People tell the truth when they're drunk, Chad.

Chad: How am I supposed to respond to that?

Whitney: He's having the time of his life, isn't he?

Chad: He's alone. We should play with him as a family. Come on. What do you say?

Whitney: Chad, I want to believe you.

Chad: Then do. Whitney, we need to get past this. Have faith in me. Take the leap. I love you. There's no other woman in the world for me. I swear it.

Gwen: Sweetie, it's going to be ok.

Sheridan: I'm making a spectacle out of myself.  Oh, my God, is Luis watching .

Gwen: No. No. No one is watching.

Sheridan: I feel like such a fool. Gwen, am I going crazy?

Gwen: No, no, you're not.

Sheridan: But think about the things that I have done. I am the one that pulled that fire alarm. I sent that picture to the tabloid. I find myself doing the most bizarre things to keep Fancy and Luis apart.

Gwen: Honey, you were in love with Luis for a long time. Now he's moved on with someone else. It's only human nature for you to be jealous.

Sheridan: This has gone beyond jealousy. I am finding myself possessed. I took a whole shaker of salt and I poured it into the flowers that Luis sent Fancy just to kill them, my own niece. And they were so beautiful. But he sent them to her. I didn't want her to have anything beautiful from him.

Gwen: This isn't good.

Sheridan: I know. I just have these terrible feelings swirling around in my stomach. I just can't help it. I just want to hurt Fancy.

Fancy: Go to her, Luis. He was your son, too. Maybe you can help her get through it.

Luis: No. She has Gwen. She's with her best friend. She'll help her.

Fancy: Are you sure?

Luis: Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure. Besides, she blames me for Marty's death. If I go over there, it's just going to make things worse.

Eve: This is sick. No return address, of course. And no stamp. So that means that whoever wrote this delivered it by hand. Jerry, who's been in my office? Oh. Yeah, I forgot all about the communications workshop. So you haven't been at your desk all morning? Well, yeah. Actually, there is a problem. Somebody's been in my office. Yes. I think that from now we're going to have to keep it locked up tight when neither one of us are here. Yes, absolutely. Thank you, Jerry. Who could have found out about this? Who did this to me?

J.T.: Let me go! You're hurting me!

Ethan: Good. Tell me the truth.

J.T.: I told you the truth. I swear, truth is my middle name.

Ethan: No, sleaze is your middle name, pal. I think I should make you take a lie detector test.

Rebecca.: J.T. can't take a lie detector test. The poor machine would explode.  Then Ethan would know he was lying for sure.

J.T.: No, I can't take a lie detector test. I'm terrified of those machines. I'd be electrocuted.

Ethan: You're terrified of the truth, you mean. And no one gets electrocuted from a lie detector test, J.T.

J.T.: I'd be the first. Believe me, if I take the test, it would be bad for my health.

Rebecca: He's got that right.

J.T.: I definitely am not taking the lie detector test. You're just going to have to trust me.

Ethan: I don't trust you.

J.T.: What are you going to do about it? You're going to strangle me to death? That ought to make your wife real proud.

J.T.: Ok. Ok. Just kindly leave. You made me late for my daily devotions.

Ethan: No. You know what? I'm not leaving.

J.T.: What?

Ethan: You heard me. I'm not leaving. I'm going to stay right here and stick to you like white on rice. I'm not going anywhere until you fess up, you got it?

J.T.: No, no, no. I've got places to go, people to see.

Ethan: We'll see them together, all right? You're not going anywhere. What's that? What is that, J.T.? Your passport? Are you planning a trip or something? Sorry. You're just going to have to cancel that trip, because you're not going anywhere. Is that your bathroom? You don't mind, do you?

J.T.: You can't go in there. It's a pigsty.

Ethan: I'm real surprised by that.

Rebecca: Ethan can't find me in here. What am I going to do?

Rebecca: This isn't going to work. Oh, I've got to think of something else. I've got to find somewhere to hide, but where?

J.T.: No, no, no. You can't go in. Trust me. Trust me. Believe me. Don't go in. Come on.

Rebecca: Lucky, lucky girl.

Ethan: Is someone in there?

Theresa: Don't look down. Stand up straight.

Jared: Shut up. I can handle this.

Theresa: Oh, yeah? Enjoy yourself.

Jared: Oh, no! Oh!

Chad: Whitney, please. What more can I do to prove to you that I love you?

Whitney: Maybe love isn't enough, Chad. Look, I don't want to make a mistake that I'm going to regret for the rest of my life.

Chad: How could you regret being with Whitney, we love each other. We made a wonderful child together. What could be more natural than us being together and raising him and building a family. That was our dream.

Whitney: It's still my dream.

Chad: Then what's stopping you?

Whitney: I can't help the way I feel. That's what. Chad, you know, I want to believe you, I really do.

Sheridan: I feel like there's someone inside me, someone mean cold, and she's just getting stronger.

Gwen: Sheridan, come on.

Sheridan: I know. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I'm afraid of what I'm capable of and what I might do.

Gwen: Ok. You know what? You just need to stop.

Sheridan: I can't control it. She is making me do things that I hate and I do them anyway.

Gwen: That's it. That's it. I know exactly what we need to do. We're going to go see Eve.

Sheridan: No, she already tried to talk to me and I said horrible things to her. 

Gwen: If she thinks something is wrong with you, she's not going to take it personally. Would you please talk to her? Let's go see if we can find her and see her right now.

Sheridan: All right.

Gwen: Good. Let's go.

Luis: She left. She couldn't even look at us just now.

Fancy: Yeah, well, she has her husband to take care of her now.

Luis: Right. Yeah. Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Fancy: Well, you know, it's time for my break. I know. Why don't we go skating.

Luis: Skating?

Fancy: Yeah. Come on. You're probably a pro at it. But I'm not so bad myself. It will be fun.

Luis: I'll take a rain check. I'm not really up for skating right now.

Fancy: Why not?

Luis: Sheridan. She's right, you know? This whole thing is my fault.

Fancy: Don't be ridiculous.

Luis: It's true. If it wasn't for me, Marty would still be alive. If I had just listened to her, when she said that Marty was her son, he would have never died.

Fancy: Luis, I refuse to allow you to believe that.

J.T.: I haven't heard any screaming. Becky-wecky has no place to hide in there.

Ethan: Look, I know someone's in there. Just show yourself, huh? Oh. I swear I thought I heard someone in here. Maybe his bathroom has rats.

Rebecca: Not again! I am so sick and tired of hanging out on window ledges!

Ethan: If you've got rats, I'm going to find them.

Rebecca: Ah!

Eve: Come in.

Gwen: Eve, hi, good morning. We're really sorry to barge in without an appointment. But I think it's an emergency.

Eve: Good morning, Sheridan.

Gwen: Sheridan has been having some very troubling feelings, and we both agreed that it would be best if she spoke to you.

Eve: I see.

Gwen: And Sheridan will be able to tell you about them better than I can. So actually, in fact, I'm going to leave you two alone to talk in private, ok?

Sheridan: Gwen --

Gwen: Listen, Eve can help you, ok? Just trust her. And you call me anytime, anytime at all, because I'm always here for you.

Sheridan: Ok.

Eve: Aren't you going to have a seat, Sheridan?

Sheridan: Eve, what I said to you in the park, --

Eve: It's already forgotten. Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I've heard worse from your brother a dozen times.

Sheridan: I'm so sorry. It's not like me. You know that.

Eve: I know. I know that it's not like you. That's why I was so concerned. So come on. Talk to me. You know you can tell me anything.

Sheridan: I'm so frightened. All I can do is pray that I'm not losing my mind.

Eve: No, honey. Of course you're not.

Sheridan: There is no of course about it. I did before.

Eve: So talk to me. Tell me what's in your heart.

Sheridan: You were right. What you said. Every word. I can't stand seeing Luis and Fancy together. It's driving me absolutely mad.

Fancy: Luis Lopez Fitzgerald, I will not let you repeat that drivel one more time. You are not responsible for Marty's death.

Luis: Fancy, you have to accept me for who I am, ok? Baggage and all.

Fancy: Not when you keep picking at all wounds for no reason. It doesn't help anyone, Luis. Not you and not Sheridan.

Luis: I can't help it. If it wasn't for me, Marty would still be alive. I know what I've done. I can't undo it.

Jared: I'm sorry about that. Sorry.

Theresa: Oh my God. You have to forgive him. It's his first time.

Jared: You pushed me.

Theresa: I didn't push you. That was a love tap.

Little Ethan: This is a push.

Theresa: Hah! Good one.

Jared: Great. Two sadistic comedians. This was a bad idea.

Theresa: All right. Get up, tough guy. People are watching. So I don't think I have ever seen anyone knock so many people down at once.

Little Ethan: Me neither.

Jared: That's me, the record setter. I knew I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning. Ice-skating always seemed impossible, and it is.

Little Ethan: It's easy. I can show you.

Jared: Maybe some other time. I don't like feeling so unsteady.

Theresa: Oh. Giving up already?

Jared: I like to know that I have good solid earth beneath my feet.

Theresa: Well, so do I. But sometimes you've got to take a leap of faith. Otherwise you're going to miss out on some pretty incredible opportunities. Can you go slow?

Jared: I can go slow.

Theresa: Trust me?

Jared: I trust you always.

Chad: Whitney, I have to know. Can you stop this insanity and give us a chance?

Whitney: Look, I'm sorry, Chad. But I guess I just need more time.

Chad: And I'm supposed to just lie down and accept that? Give me a break, Whitney. I need you. Whitney, I need you in my heart and in my bed. And you're putting up barriers. And I tried to reassure you, and tried to explain why all of your suspicions, but nothing works. You are poisoning everything we had, and I am sick of it.

Whitney: What is that supposed to mean, Chad?

Chad: You need to make a decision. Either you want to be with me, really be with me, or you need to move on.

Whitney: What?

Chad: I'm not big on ultimatums, but here's one. Marry me by Christmas, or we're finished.

Whitney: Now come on. You can't mean that.

Chad: I do, Whitney. I can't go on like this. You convicted me of a crime without giving me a trial. We share the same roof, we share the same bed. You can't stand to talk to me, let alone touch me? This is killing me, and I'm not going to stand for it.

Whitney: You said that you love me.

Chad: I do.

Whitney: So --

Chad: Whitney, I want to show you what real love is. Ok? Not this. Not what you've made of us. So either marry me now or we're finished.

Whitney: Chad, this is crazy. Come on. You don't see how unfair this is?

Chad: It's your choice, Whitney. Make up your mind. Marry me or let's call it a day.

Jared: Look at me, Mom. I'm skating.

Theresa: Hey. What do you think?

Jared: It's scary. But I have to admit I like it.

Theresa: I knew you would.

Little Ethan: Me too.

Theresa: You're going to be playing hockey before you know it.

Jared: Well, I like it, but I have to admit that I like the thought of us learning from each other even more.

Theresa: So do I. Well, let's get back to skating, ok? It's just like walking. Got to pick up those feet.

Jared: Oh, God.

Luis: Hey, cadet, don't you think you should be getting back to your beat?

Fancy: No. I saved it to the end so I can knock off early.

Luis: Oh.

Fancy: Want to get a bite to eat?

Luis: I'd like to, but I can't. I've got this huge stack of paper work back at the station house.

Fancy: Oh. Well, will I see you later?

Luis: I'd love to, but --

Fancy: But we shouldn't be alone together.

Luis: No.

Fancy: Don't you think we could risk it?

Luis: I just don't think I could keep my hands off you, and we better play it safe until you graduate from the academy.

Fancy: Ok. You've got it.

Gwen: I reviewed the corporate leases yesterday. Do you think they can do without me for the rest of the morning? Ok. Great. I will see you after lunch. Thanks. What is that noise? Ok. That sounds like rats. Oh, gross. That smell. Oh, that smell is horrible. It smells like someone died in the walls. What in the world -- oh, what -- what is out there?

Rebecca: Honey, honey, it's me. It's your mother.

Gwen: What happened to you?

Ethan: I shut your window in there.

J.T.: You did?

Ethan: Yeah. I heard some noises. I think you might have some rats coming in from the outside.

J.T.: Oh, wow. Oh, yeah. Well, let's hope that she or it doesn't try to come back.

Ethan: Yeah. So are you ready to talk or --

J.T.: I told you what I had to say.

Ethan: J.T., you haven't been listening to a darn word I've been saying, have you?

J.T.: You're going to bruise my vocal chords. How am I going to go to church choir?

Ethan: They don't need squealing pigs in the church choir. Just tell me the truth and I will let you go, I promise.

J.T.: What do you want me to say? I have told you everything I know.

Ethan: I don't believe you.

J.T.: Do you want me to make something up?

Ethan: Oh, my God. I'm tired of this. This is not done. I know you're hiding something. I am not going to give up on this until you tell me something that makes sense to me.

J.T.: Well, sometimes the truth is a strange and terrible thing.

Ethan: Hey, put a sock in it, will you? What is this stuff?

J.T.: It's none of your business.

Ethan: Jared. What do you know about this guy? Because I want to know everything about this guy. Everything.

Gwen: What happened to you?

Rebecca: Honey, I -- I need -- I need something to drink.

Gwen: Ok. Here, here, here.

Rebecca: Water? I said something to drink.

Gwen: Fine. Here, ok? Here. Here.

Rebecca: Oh. Thank God. Oh. Oh, honey. Remember what I told you, eight glasses of these a day and you will stay hydrated. Please be nice to your mama, all right? The things I do for you.

Gwen: What happened to you?

Rebecca: I fell, ok? I really fell out a window.

Gwen: What?

Rebecca: I was in J.T.'s little love nest and Ethan showed up.

Gwen: Oh, my God!

Rebecca: I know, so I climbed in the bathroom and I hid there and then I climbed out the window and onto the ledge.

Gwen: Again?

Rebecca: Yes. At this point, I am going to have to join the pigeons union. Anyway, Ethan closed the window, and I fell, all the way down.

Gwen: Oh, God.

Rebecca: Thank God there was a garbage truck there. It broke my fall.

Gwen: That explains the smell, except the one of cat urine

Rebecca: I know. Kitty cats followed me all the way here. I am going to sit down.

Gwen: No, no, no. I will never get the smell out. Sit right there. What was Ethan doing at J.T.'s apartment?

Rebecca: He was trying to force J.T. to tell him who sent the information on the disk to his office.

Gwen: Why? He doesn't believe the story about Phyllis?

Rebecca: Apparently not.

Gwen: Well, that's just great. After everything, he still doesn't believe me. Well I hope that J.T. kept his mouth shut. He didn't squeal on us, did he?

Rebecca: He hasn't so far.

Gwen: That man better keep his mouth shut. He damn well better not tell Ethan what we did.

Ethan: I didn't hear you. I'm sorry. What do you know about Jared Casey?

J.T.: Nothing.

Ethan: Nothing? Why did you cut out a picture of him, Theresa, Whitney, and Chad then?

J.T.: A scrap book album.

Ethan: You better answer me. I know you know something. I know you do.

J.T.: Well, maybe I do. Maybe I don't.

Ethan: You're a very, very slow learner, J.T. Listen, I want to know what is going on.  Give me some answers here, because I swear to God, if you don't tell me everything you know about Jared Casey, you're going to be in pain.

Jared: I could get used to this.

Little Ethan: Let's come skating again tomorrow.

Theresa: Maybe we will.

Whitney: I can't believe you're doing this. I can't believe you're being so hostile with me.

Chad: Whitney, I'm not. I'm being honest. I want you to marry me, and the sooner the better. Look at him. That child deserves parents who love each other. And trust each other. You always wanted that for him, but all of a sudden, Whitney, you're dragging your feet. I can't stand for that.  I won't.  So you make up your mind.  We're either married by Christmas or we're finished.  Just let me know what you decide.

Whitney: Chad --

Whitney: Theresa!

Theresa: Is that Whitney?

Jared: Why don't you go check on her and I'll take him to go get some hot chocolate.

Little Ethan: Thanks.

Jared: No problem.

Theresa: Whitney, what's wrong?

Whitney: It's Chad. I think I might have lost him.

Eve: I'm so glad you're being honest with yourself. I was really worried about you, Sheridan. I knew you weren't facing up to your real feelings.  You know, when you have loved a man like Luis for as long as you have, it has lasting effects.

Sheridan: You should know. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to say that.

Eve: Ok, well let's keep our focus on you. So you've been acting out at all, done anything that you that you might be ashamed of?

Sheridan: {What am I doing? Following them around like a jilted lover.} You might say that.

Fancy: My gorgeous flowers.  What happened to them? Well, they were so beautiful. Aunt Sheridan said every day a lover's flowers lives, means a decade of love in real life. Well, that can't be true. My life with Luis would be dead before it even got started.

Fancy: Hello? Oh, Esme, I am so glad you called. What? Again? Oh, no. No, Esme. I am not even a police officer yet. And even if I were, there's nothing I could do. You just need to sit tight in your cell and wait for your lawyer to bail you out. But just talk to me, because I could really use a friend. It's nothing. It's just-- . No, everything is terrific. I am so in love with Luis, and he's in love with me. He says so. And he can't wait to be with me. Oh, Esme, my God. You are disgusting. That is none of your business. But, no, we haven't. We have to wait until I graduate from the cadet training course. Ok. Stop -- stop -- stop yelling, Esme. I know policemen are not your favorite people at this moment, but I love doing this. I want to make a life in law enforcement. With Luis. And the rules are against us right now until I'm a full-fledged officer, and Luis doesn't want us to get into trouble. If we're caught, it could ruin his chances making detective again. So we just have to wait. It's the right thing to do. But it is so hard. But it's worth it, though. So, please keep your fingers crossed for me, Esme, because Luis is the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I just know we'll share a lifetime of happiness together.

Sheridan: You must think I'm sick.

Eve: No, honey. Not at all. I did think, however, that something like this might happen. Which is why I wanted you and encouraged you to talk to Luis about your real feelings.

Sheridan: It's too late for that. Luis is in love with Fancy, and I had better just wise up and face it. I've lost him. I've lost Luis for good.

Gwen: You better have a good, strong leash on J.T. so he doesn't spill the beans to Ethan.

Rebecca: Honey, don't worry. I have him wrapped around my little finger.

Gwen: Well, excuse me, but Ethan can be very, very persuasive.

Rebecca: Honey, J.T. never tells his secrets unless it's to someone who can do something for him. And Ethan can't help him with anything, so don't worry. J.T. is not going to tell him a thing.

Ethan: I am not joking. I want you to tell me everything you know about Jared Casey. Got it?

J.T.: There's nothing to know.

Ethan: I know that you're digging up dirt on everybody in this town, J.T.

J.T.: Who says? Ok. Well, not on him.

Ethan: You better start digging until you find something.

J.T.: Why should I help you? How many times did you try to kill me this morning?

Ethan: Hey, you're in trouble with the IRS, aren't you? The do not pass go, do not collect $200 kind of trouble?

J.T.: Yeah, so?

Ethan: I know people. You help me get the goods on Jared Casey so I can help out a friend of mine, I'll help you make nice with Uncle Sam. What do you say?

J.T.: You really could do that?

Ethan: Try me.

J.T.: Ok. You've got a deal. If there's anything rotten to dig up on Jared Casey, I'm your man.

Ethan: I thought so.

Theresa: What's going on?

Whitney: Well, it's Chad.

Theresa: It's your crazy suspicions, isn't it?

Whitney: No, no. It's actually worse than that. Chad just came here and gave me an ultimatum. He said he is sick and tired of me not trusting him, and it was time for me to make up my mind. And he said if I didn't marry him by Christmas, it was over.

Theresa: Oh, honey.

Whitney: What am I supposed to do with that? I mean, he's right. I don't trust him, but I love him.

Theresa: Ok. You know what? You've got to stop. Chad is not cheating on you. We both know how much you love him. Don't you dare lose him, Whitney.

Chad: I'm here. Hurry up in there. I can't wait any longer. I need you. So much. I need you now.

On the Next Passions:

Ethan: Is Whitney right? Are you having an affair with another woman?

Tabitha: Miguel didn't betray Kay.

Fancy: I can't wait to make love to you, Luis.

Luis: Yes.

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