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Passions Transcript Thursday 12/21/06--Canada; Friday 12/22/06--USA

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Fox: Well, I appreciate you apologizing, but that doesn't really do anything for me. The two of you need to be more careful. Kay's little sister, Jessica, she saw the two of you take off your Miguel and Charity masks down by the wharf. No, my plan to keep Miguel and Kay apart was not exposed. Thankfully, Jessica was completely drunk by the time she reported her little sighting. Yeah, everybody thought she was completely out of her mind. Yeah, so, if the two of you can manage not to do anything else stupid, my plan to marry Kay should go off without a hiT.C.h. Wow, you ask a lot of questions. How do I know that? I know Kay, and I know that she would never confront Miguel about seeing him with Charity. And if she did, then, well, Miguel might be able to piece together what we're up to. But that isn't going to happen. Because Kay isn't even speaking with Miguel.

Miguel: Hey, where are you going? It's our first Christmas together with Maria.

Kay: We're not together.

Miguel: You know we could be if you married me.

Kay: Oh, my God. How many times do I have to say this? No.

Miguel: I love you, Kay. I love you and Maria.

Kay: You are just -- you're a liar. Just leave me alone.

Miguel: What do you think I am lying to you about? Do you think it's Charity?

Rebecca: J.T., give me a kiss.

J.T.: Wow. You know, getting in touch with your feminine side... last night was amazing.

Rebecca: Mm. I think I owe Simone Russell an apology. I mean, being with a woman is hot. I think you should wear a bra from now on whenever we do it.

J.T.: Well, I don't plan on going around in drag forever, you know. I mean, just until the people that I am blackmailing stop trying to kill me.

Rebecca: Well, honey, that could be a while. In fact, I should take you shopping. I mean, I, for one, would never be caught dead in the same outfit twice.

J.T.: That's why I'm going around in drag. I don't want to be caught dead period.

Ethan: I've got to find J.T. Cornell. I've got to get the proof that Jared is a creep and he's out to take advantage of Theresa. I've got to do it.

Gwen: Hey, who are you calling so early?

Ethan: Gwen, I'm trying to find J.T. Cornell. I want to find the proof that Jared is not who he says he is, Gwen.

Gwen: Please, please just stop.

Ethan: Honey, look, I know, I know you don't like the fact that I'm pursuing this, but trust me, I'm not doing this to get Theresa back. I'm doing this to protect Little Ethan from having a sleaze like Jared as a father figure, that's all.

Gwen: I see. Well, you know, I was hoping I could give you your Christmas present a little early.

Ethan's voice: I have to find J.T. and protect Theresa.

Whitney: Oh, you did not have to get me breakfast, honey.

Theresa: I wanted to.

Whitney: You've done so much for me already, though -- getting my wedding dress and hosting the reception.

Theresa: Come on, come on, we've dreamed about this since we were little kids, and now it's finally here for you and I want it to be everything that you ever wanted, and more.

Whitney: Thank you. And it's really going to happen. I mean, I can hardly believe we are really getting married.

Theresa: Well, you better believe it, because today is the first day of the rest of your life with Chad.

Jared: There is no way you can keep this up and keep it a secret from Whitney, man. There's no way. Hey, come on, man, wake up. You are getting married today.

Chad: What? Oh, my head.

Jared: Well, a bottle of this will do that to you.

Chad: Oh, God, what was I thinking?

Jared: What, were you trying to set a new record here?

Chad: Hey, man, you know what? I love Whitney, man. I really do. I just can't stop doing this.

Jared: Here, drink this while you shower and shave. It's going to be your wedding night before you know it, man.

Chad: What's wrong with me? Why can't I stop doing this?

Jared: Don't think about that right now. Concentrate on getting yourself in the shower and getting to the church on time so you can marry Whitney.

Chad: Whitney.

James: Merry Christmas Eve, Mommy.

Sheridan: Merry Christmas Eve, to you, too, sweetheart. And you.

Chris: Thank you. James got up early and fixed you this special Christmas Eve breakfast.

James: Daddy helped.

Sheridan: Well, you both did a wonderful job.

Chris: Well, James and I will bring in the rest. You know what? Just think, this is our first Christmas together as husband and wife.

Sheridan: That's been on my mind a lot lately.

Chris: I love you, Sheridan.

Sheridan: I love you, too.

Sheridan: I love you, Luis. More than Fancy ever could.

Eve: Luis, wait!

Luis: What? Oh, Eve, don't tell me that I can't have the tree in Fancy's room. Please, it's Christmas.

Eve: No, it's not that. It's Fancy.

Luis: What about her?

Eve: Well, something's happened, something unexpected.

Luis: What is it? Tell me, Eve.

Eve: I'm so sorry, Luis. Fancy --

Luis: Oh, no.

Miguel: Do you think I'm lying to you about Charity? Is that why you're so angry at me?

Kay: You know, the only thing you need to know is that I'm marrying Fox.

Miguel: You know the only reason you're marrying him is because he's dying, and you feel sorry for the guy.

Kay: Whatever. Think whatever you want. I don't care. I have nothing to say to you unless it concerns Maria. So until we need to talk about her leave me alone.

Tabitha: Maybe playing in lesbian piano bars all over the country made Edna and Norma to focus more on their careers instead of killing me at Christmas. Well, they would be mad to interrupt their "Mad For Plaid" tour. I mean, it's been a huge hit. You know, I think that maybe all these presents they have sent to you, Endora, is a sign that they have decided to bury the haT.C.het in something other than me. WaT.C.h your language, young lady. I don't want to get the boys in the basement to get all stirred up again. They busted a gasket over the Christmas decorations the kids put up. Thanks for woo-wooing all that seasonal schlock out of here. Everything looks nicely back to normal. Oh, no. Don't tell me those wreT.C.hed carolers are back again?

Tabitha: Good grief. If cartoons teach us anything, a crate that size should have a couple of Tasmanian devils in it. Quite right, Endora. Let me have a look here. Oh, it's from the North Pole. No, dear, no. Big red is far too old-fashioned to ship. Anyway, I think I've been crossed off his list for years now. Maybe Fox has gone overboard for Maria, huh? Will you -- will you zap it inside?

Tabitha: Oh, my clever little wiT.C.hling. Well, I suppose we better see what's in it, huh? Yeah, well, this should do it. Um...uh...

Sheridan: Thank you both for breakfast. That was delicious.

Chris: What do you say we clear some dishes, young man, and then I take you ice-skating?

James: Yay!

Sheridan: Do you mind if I go to the hospital and check on Fancy while you take him to the park?

Chris: Of course not. Just be sure to give Fancy our love, all right?

Sheridan: Of course.

{Sheridan: You'll find someone else. Luis just isn't the man for you. It would never work out between you two.

Eve: Sheridan, what are you doing?

Sheridan: I am not a monster, Eve, I'm not.} I'm not a monster. I just can't let go of Luis.

Luis: What's going on, Eve? Tell me what's happened.

Eve: Fancy has slipped into a coma.

Luis: A coma, oh, God. So now what?

Eve: We won't know anything until we run some more tests.

Luis: Oh.

Eve: I'm sorry, Luis. She was doing so well until this.

Luis: That's ok. I'm sure she's going to come out of it, and we will be together to celebrate Christmas.

Eve: Well, Luis, I want you to have hope, I want to encourage you to have hope, but we also have to be realistic and Fancy's in a coma, and it would be a miracle if she were to come out of it --

Luis: Well, it's Christmas. And if there was ever a time for miracles, then this is it.

Ethan: Mm, thank you very much. That was a nice early Christmas present, it really was. You know, there's an early Christmas present that you can give me.

Ethan: Hey, name it.

Gwen: So, you know that Jared and Theresa are going to be at Chad and Whitney's wedding, right?

Ethan: Uh-huh.

Gwen: So, will you please promise me that you won't make a scene at the wedding about Jared and the dirt J.T. has on him, please?

Ethan: Honey, Theresa needs to know the truth about Jared, all right? For Little Ethan's sake.

Gwen: Please, please, please just wait until after the wedding, just for me, ok?

Ethan: All right, all right, I'll wait until after the wedding. I will put it off for now. But as soon as the wedding is over, I'm telling you, I'm going to find J.T. and I'm going to prove that Jared is no good, that he's using Theresa, and he's going to end up hurting Little Ethan.  Once I prove it Gwen, I got Jared and he's going to be out of their lives for good.

Gwen's Voice: If you find J.T. and he shows you proof that my mother and I exposed you as Sam's son, I could be gone from your life as well.

Rebecca: So, why don't we play a little game. I'll mention a name, and then you tell me why you are blackmailing them, hmm? Eve Russell.

J.T.: No comment.

Rebecca: Julian Crane.

J.T.: Mum's the word.

Rebecca: Jared Casey?

J.T.: Can't say.

Rebecca: J.T., you're not being fair.

J.T.: Becks, trust me. I have a lot of dirt on a lot of people who are willing to pay big bucks to keep that filth swept under the carpet.

Rebecca: Do you have any dirt on me and Gwen?

J.T.: You know I do.

Rebecca: But nothing you would ever reveal, would you?

J.T.: Oh, no, no. I never say never to any of my golden geese.

Rebecca: But -- but, J.T., you and I are partners. Gwen is my daughter, and her marriage to Ethan would be destroyed if he ever found out that we're the ones that outed his true paternity to your tabloid.

J.T.: Relax, Becky-wecky. I have a lot of other cash cows I am going to milk before I put the squeeze on you and Gwennie.

Rebecca: And all that dirt is on that teeny-weeny little flash drive you showed me?

J.T.: Uh-huh, and that's why I'm going around in drag, because a man in my position can't be too careful. Any one of them out there would want to kill me to get that flash drive to keep their secrets safe.

Rebecca: You are right about that, J.T. Anybody might want to kill you for that. Anybody.

Rebecca's voice: Even me.

{Chad: No, damn it, you listen to me. You're not stopping my wedding tomorrow. I'm getting married, and you're not going to do anything to screw it up. }

Chad: Man.

Jared: What is it?

Chad: My affair has gotten complicated.

Jared: Is she jealous you're marrying Whitney?

Chad: And how.

Jared: Well, what are you going to do?

Chad: Nothing I can do, man, but sit back and hope the wedding goes off without a hiT.C.h.

Jared: Why, you think it won't?

Chad: After what went down here last night, it would be a miracle if this thing didn't blow up in my face, or even worse, Whitney's.

Rebecca: That flash drive where J.T. stored all his blackmail information has to be here somewhere. I've got to find it cause if something does happen to J.T., I've got to make sure that what Gwen and I did never comes out.

J.T.: Becky, Becky-Wecky. Even you would kill me to save yourself and that biT.C.h Gwen.

Eve: You are going to be such a beautiful bride. This is it -- the day all mothers dream about, when their daughter gets married.

Whitney: Mom, do you think Daddy might be able to walk me down the aisle?

Eve: I don't know, honey.  He overexerted himself at Kay's bridal shower and it set his recovery back a way, so....

Simone: Poor Daddy.

Whitney: Oh, it's ok. It was just wishful thinking anyway. I mean, I just always dreamed of Daddy walking me down the aisle at my wedding.

Eve: Don't give up hope, miracles happen.

Theresa: Time to get going. You don't want to be late for your own wedding. Yeah, Toby, can you have someone bring the clothes down to the limo, please? Perfect. Ok. Woo-hoo!

Eve: Is anything wrong, sweetheart?

Simone: It's just that I'll never be able to give you my wedding day.

Eve: Oh, honey. You don't know that. Hey, times change, people change. I think the day is coming soon where true love will be seen for the rare and beautiful thing that it is. And meanwhile, you have lots of wonderful things I can treasure about you.

Simone: Really?

Eve: Yes.

Simone: Thanks, Mom.

Eve: You did invite Rae to the wedding?

Whitney: Yes, yeah, she's bringing Miles.

Eve: Wonderful. Your father and I are both so happy that you found someone to share your life with. You know that being happy and being in love is the only thing that matters. Come here.

Whitney: So, can you believe by this time tomorrow I'm going to be Mrs. Chad Harris Crane? It's amazing, isn't it?

Whitney: It is. I wonder if Chad is as excited as I am right now?

Theresa: Honey, of course he's excited, and I'm sure he's nervous, too.

Jared: It sucks you have this blackmail letter on the day of your wedding.

Chad: I don't want anything to stop my wedding with Whitney.

Jared: You think the blackmailer would try?

Chad: I don't know. But I tell you what, if this blackmailer tries to ruin my wedding or any part of my marriage with Whitney I'll do whatever it takes to stop it.  Whatever it takes.

Kay: So, I haven't talked to Mom since after everything that happened, and I was just --

Sam: What are you asking, Kay?

Kay: When is she going to come home?

Sam: I spoke to her earlier. Her flight from London was canceled due to bad weather. She's at the airport right now, trying to get out on the first flight. She doesn't know when.

Kay: So, I guess she's not going to make it back for Christmas?

Sam: No, it doesn't look that way.

Kay: I'm sorry. I know you had your heart set on it.

Sam: I've been disappointed by a lot of things lately.

Kay: Dad, I'm sorry.

Fox: I am, too, Mr. Bennett. You know, the fact that my mother deceived everybody just to marry you. That's unbelievable.

Sam: Well, let's not dwell on that now, ok? Besides, it's Christmas, and you are my daughter, and I love you very much.

Kay: Thanks, Dad, I love you, too.

Noah: All right, well, let's get a good seat.

Fox: Your father's coming around. He just needs a little time.

Kay: Yeah, having my mom back will help.

Fox: Yeah, well, let's hope she comes back soon, because I don't want her missing our big day. It won't be long before you and I will walk down this aisle just like Chad and Whitney.

Kay: No, it won't be long.

Fox: Come on.

Pilar: It's ok, mijo. I know how hard it is to see the one you love with someone else.

Miguel: You know first-hand, don't you, Mama?

Pilar: Si. But those days are over for me now. I am moving on.

Miguel: Good for you. But I don't want to move on. I want to be with Kay, and I know she loves me more than she loves Fox. What I don't know is why she is so angry with me.

Luis: I wasn't sure if I was ever even going to be happy, much less fall in love, and then you changed all of that. You changed all that by just being you. Fancy, Sheridan is in my past. You are my future. You have got to wake up, though. You've got to come back to me, because I can't bear losing you.

Tabitha: Oh, look, Endora. There's a card. Maybe it's got some easy-open instructions here, huh? "We've sent several gifts for your golden-haired child, but this is especially for you, a peace offering from Norma... and Edna." Mm, wouldn't you know it, they've spelled "peace" like pieces of something chopped up. Hmm. Well, let's see what -- what they've got in store for Mommy here, shall we? Oh, oh, Endora, by the way, if there's a fire or -- or anything explodes, well, you just make sure that -- that you take care of it and they -- they don't take Mommy out, ok?

Tabitha: Good girl! Wish me luck. The sinking feeling I have in the pit of my stomach tells me I'm going to need it.

Paloma: Feliz Navidad.

Noah: Oh -- uh, hey. You, too, Paloma. Um...

Paloma: What's this?

Noah: Merry Christmas.

Paloma: But I didn't get you anything.

Noah: Just say yes.

Paloma: Que?

Noah: Open it.

Paloma: It's two tickets to the Scissor Sisters. I love them.

Noah: I know. I overheard you and -- and -- well, I was hoping that we could go together.

Paloma: Si, that would be great.

Noah: Great. And then we could get dinner beforehand, if that's ok?

Paloma: Yeah, it's more than ok. It's perfect.

Noah: Great.

Eve: T.C., Are you sure that you're up to -- to walking Whitney down the aisle?

T.C.: I've been waiting for this day ever since Whitney took her first steps. Nothing's going to stop me now. You look so beautiful.

Whitney: Daddy. Oh!

T.C.: So do you, Simone.

Simone: Thanks, Daddy.

Whitney: Are you going to be able to walk me the aisle?

T.C.: Baby, I got my running shoes on.

Whitney: Now everything is perfect.

T.C.: Simone, is Rae coming?

Simone: Yes, Daddy, she's already inside with Miles.

T.C.: That's good. I want to find her and wish her a Merry Christmas.

Simone: Thank you, Daddy. Thank you so much.

Theresa: So, Father Lonigan is ready to begin.

Whitney: God, this is really it.

Theresa: This is it. You are about to marry the man that you love.

Whitney: Yes, and so will you, too, soon, with Jared, right?

Theresa: Come here.

Ethan: There's no way you will ever be Mrs. Jared Casey, Theresa, no way.

Luis: Full of decorations and parties and gifts -- I always feel like we forget the true meaning of Christmas, which, to me, has always been about hope. Until you came into my life, I feel like I had all but lost that. Lord, please, bring Fancy back to me.

Luis: Fancy. Fancy.

Fancy: Luis.

Luis: Oh, my God. Oh, God, thank you. Thank you for bringing her back to me.

Rebecca: Oh, ugh. I can't find that darn flash drive anywhere. I was hoping it wasn't going to come to this, but --

Rebecca: Oh! J.T., you're still in disguise.

J.T.: Yes, well, I have a few errands to run. And given the hostile environment my multi-victim blackmail scheme is causing, I think it best that I go out like this and not risk being shot at again.

Rebecca: Well what if you run into some pervert who wants to have their way with you?

J.T.: Well, depends on how perverted they are. What's with the, uh --

Rebecca: Oh, well, I was hoping we could play army doctor.

J.T.: Kinky. Maybe later.

Rebecca: Oh, um, J.T., what if you're the victim of a hate crime? Shouldn't you leave the flash drive with me? That way you know it's safe. You know it's protected.

J.T.: You're so sweet, but the flash drive is already in a safe place where I don't have to worry about losing it.

Rebecca: Oh, so, you are saying it's not on you?

J.T.: I didn't say that.

Rebecca: Well, that's certainly what you implied.

J.T.: I've got to get going.

Rebecca: Oh, no -- really, don't you want me to come with you? I could watch your back.

J.T.: Sweetie, I have to do this alone, but I'll see you later, doctor.

Rebecca: Ooh. Oh, drat! At this rate, I am never going to get my hands on that flash drive.

J.T.: Hmm, not that I ever trusted you before, Becks, but this is why a woman in my position can't be too careful. I have got to get out of Harmony. Otherwise I could end up dead, and that is so not a good look on me.

Father Lonigan: Father, you have made the union of husband and wife so holy a mystery that it symbolizes the marriage of Christ and his church. Now shall we celebrate the holy union of Whitney and Chad, even as we celebrate your son's birth. In light of Chad and Whitney's good deeds this past summer in Rome, the holy father has granted a special dispensation for them to be married as part of our mass this evening. Chad, Jared, would you come to the altar and please stand with me?

Chad: Yes, Father.

Chad: We're ready, Father.

Eve: I'll never forget this moment. Our little girl, all grown-up and beautiful, inside and out.

T.C.: You ready, sweetheart?

Whitney: Yes, Daddy. I'm ready to spend the rest of my life with Chad.

Jared: It's natural to be nervous, pal.

Chad: It's not about marrying Whitney. I just don't want any problems.

Jared: You worrying about someone making a scene?

Chad: Yeah, someone in particular.

J.T.: Every sordid detail of every dirty secret of everybody I know is on this memory stick. And to the boys in the pressroom, I say -- "Merry Christmas, 'Daily Private Lives.' Your pal, J.T. Cornell." So, once this rag starts dishing this dirt, sales will go through the roof, stock in the paper will soar, and me, a major stockholder, will get even richer. Hmm! And so, we say Merry Christmas, Harmony. Enjoy reading the muck I've raked on all the bad little boys and girls in this humble burg.

Tabitha: This is it, Endora. Mommy is about to get what's coming to her.

Edna: Surprise!

Tabitha: Oh!

Tabitha: Norma! Edna! You were with those carolers earlier.

Norma: Music is our life now.

Edna: Bells on bobtails ring ching-a-ching-a-ching-a making spirits bright.

Norma: What fun it is to sing a sleighing song tonight

Tabitha: A slaying song? Oh, no!

Fancy: Where am I?

Luis: In the hospital.

Fancy: Oh, my God, Luis, I remember. It was awful.

Luis: Shh -- hush. It's ok; you're safe now, ok? We're going to get through this together.

Fancy: Burt? What about Burt?

Luis: Burt's fine.

Fancy: And the man -- did you catch him?

Luis: No -- let's not even talk about that now, ok? We're going to catch him. It's Christmas Eve. It's our first Christmas together.

Fancy: Thank you for being here, Luis.

Luis: I wouldn't be anywhere else. Hey, you know something? You're a miracle.  Yeah, you are a Christmas miracle.

Fancy: I love you. I love you, Luis.

Luis: I love you, too. Hey... Merry Christmas.

Fancy: Merry Christmas.

Chad's voice: I love you, Whitney. No matter what else, I love you.

Fox: Soon that will be you, love. Soon, people will be watching us get married.

Father Lonigan: Let us celebrate love, that which Whitney and Chad share, that which God our Father chose to share with us through the miraculous birth of his son Jesus Christ.

Congregation: Hark! The herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn king." Peace on earth and mercy mild. God and sinners reconciled. Joyful, all ye nations, rise. Join the triumph of the skies with the angelic host proclaim "Christ is born in Bethlehem" Hark! The herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn king"

On the Next Passions:

Fancy: Luis, we have to talk about what happened to me.

Luis: I know.

Chad's voice: Oh, my God. My secret is out.

Rebecca: You bitch! I am gonna kill you for that.

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