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Passions Transcript Wednesday 1/10/07 -- Canada; Thursday 1/11/07 -- USA

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Kay: Thanks again, Father Lonigan, it was a beautiful ceremony.

Fox: Yeah, sorry for the interruption but all's well that ends well.  So? We did it.  We're married.

Kay: I know.  I can't believe it.

Julian: Are you two newlyweds going to just stand there gazing into each other's eyes or are you going to show up for your own reception.

Kay: Oh my gosh, I almost forgot.

Fox: Yeah, maybe we can skip the reception and just skip straight to the honeymoon.

Kay: You know, you haven't told me where we're going.

Fox: Well, it's a surprise, and you're going to love it.

Julian: I'll go inform your guests that you'll be along in a moment.

Kay: Thanks.

Fox: Father, thank you, for everything.  Happy?

Kay: Very.  I'm sorry that I doubted you.

Fox: Well it would have been tough not to after Miguel's last minute grandstand theatrics.

Kay: I know, but to accuse you of lying about being sick, that's pretty low.

Fox: Look, all that is behind is now.  What matters is that we're together forever, for as long as we have.

Miguel: You may have won this round, Fox, but Kay's going to leave you to be with me.

Theresa: We missed the wedding.

Jared: That's all right, but I know one coming up that we can't be late for.  Looks like everyone's going to the reception.  Come on.

Theresa: Ok, why don't you go ahead.  I'm just going to congratulate Fox and Kay and I'll meet you there?

Jared: all right.

Whitney: You know what? Can you go with Jared and I'll see you in a second.

Chad: Yeah.

Man: Hey.

Whitney: Hey.

Man: I just wanted to say thanks for hooking me up with Valerie.  She's great.

Whitney: Aw, I'm so glad you like her.  I knew you would.

Man: I'm going to go grab a drink.

Whitney: Ok.

Man: See you inside.

Theresa: Who is that guy?  He looks familiar.

Whitney: That's Vincent Clarkson, the tabloid reporter who showed up at my wedding.

Theresa: He's the one who had J.T.'s envelope, right? So you set him up with Valerie?

Whitney: Yeah, I mean, why not? I think they make the perfect couple.  I don't trust him and I certainly don't trust her.

Theresa: You don't trust Valerie, or you don't trust Chad?

Whitney: Look, I'm just protecting what's mine, that's all.  You know, if Valerie's busy with that tabloid sleaze, then she won't have time to make moves on my husband.

Sam: You know your mother's going to hate that she missed the ceremony, but at least she'll make it to the reception.

Jessica: Yeah, you and Mom seeing each other again is going to be great, Daddy.  You know, I really didn't think this day was going to come.  You know, when she gets back, we'll be one big happy family again.

Investigator: I guess it's time.

Second Investigator: What a job, notifying families that their loved ones aren't coming home, ever.

Luis: Anybody out here?

Fancy: Did you see anyone?

Luis: Not yet.

Fancy: Well, I know someone's here.  I felt their eyes on me, and when I looked at the window directly I could see them move away.

Luis: Don't worry.  If anybody's out here, I promise you, I will find them, ok?  Just stay here where I can keep my eyes on you.

Fancy: Well, just be careful, Luis, cause whoever it is may have a weapon.  Luis?

Luis: Gotcha!

Fox: I don't know how you did it, Dad, but you really saved my ass tonight.  Where on God's green earth did you find a doctor who would confirm my terminal illness?

Julian: I merely called in a favor.  The less you know about that, the better.  I wasn't about to let Senor Lopez-Fitzgerald ruin your wedding to Kay, now was I?

Fox: You sounded like Grandfather Alistair just then.

Julian: I might have taken umbrage with that in the past, but now I take it as a compliment.

Fox: You know, I really thought I was going to lose her back then when Miguel busted out of the cabinet and interrupted our little wedding.

Julian: Hmm, I had a few nervous moments myself.

Fox: The best part is that now Miguel looks worse in Kay's eyes than ever.  Now she's my wife.

Julian: Get used to it.  We Cranes always get what we want as long as we're willing to use any means necessary.

Fox: Here, here.

Miguel: Whoa, whoa, wait.  Just listen to me.

Kay: I thought you were gone.

Miguel: Come on, you know me better than that.  I'm not giving up on you that easy, Kay.  Besides, I am Fox's best man, remember?

Kay: Yeah, well that was before you tried to ruin our wedding, remember?

Miguel: Fine, then I'll just leave after I give my toast.

Kay: Don't even think about doing that.

Miguel: You know what?  I was trying to save you from making a huge mistake, Kay.

Kay: No, you were trying to hurt me and Fox by wrecking our wedding, which, for the life of me, I don't understand.  It's not like you really love me.

Miguel: I do love you, Kay.  I love you so much that I can barely stand here and think that you're married to this creep now, but I promise you, it's not going to be for long.

Kay: What, you think I'm just going to run to you after he dies?

Miguel: He's not dying, Kay, he never was.

Kay: Right, and I'm going to believe you over his doctor.

Miguel: You know what? He lied to you.

Kay: Come on, Miguel.  The Cranes may be powerful but they can't control a world-renowned doctor.

Miguel: You know what, Kay? Anyone can be bought.  The guy was paid to lie, and I'd bet my life on it.

Kay: You can bet whatever you want, I don't care.  As far as I'm concerned, Fox proved that he was telling the truth, and you didn't.

Miguel: Not yet, but I will.

Kay: Ok, I'm not going to like stand here and listen to one more insulting accusation about -- my husband!  Wow!  So why don't you do us both a favor and concentrate on your own love life, ok?

Theresa: So you set Valerie up with Vincent the tabloid sleazebag to keep her busy.

Whitney: Yes, I did.  What's wrong with that?

Theresa: I don't know, I just thought you were trusting Chad.  So you still think he's having an affair on you with her or somebody else?

Whitney: All I know is it's better to be safe than sorry.  What's wrong with wanting Valerie to be with someone else?  It'll keep her mind off Chad while they're working late nights in the office.  This is just in case, that's all.

Theresa: I understand, I understand.  Actually, that's what Gwen thinks too.  She thinks if I'm with Jared, then she doesn't have to worry about me being around Ethan.

Whitney: Right.  So let me ask you, now that you are involved with Jared, is it going to keep your mind off of Ethan?

Theresa: I don't think I'll ever stop thinking about Ethan.

Rebecca: Ok, honey, let's go to the reception.  I could really use a stiff drink.

Gwen: When can't you use a stiff drink?  Oh my God.

Rebecca: Oh no, that is that tabloid reporter, the one that showed up at Whitney's reception, the one that had the envelope from J.T. that was supposed to have the flash drive in it.

Gwen: What is he doing here?

Rebecca: I don't know, honey, but that cannot be good.  I mean, we are just lucky that that flash drive, the one that J.T. was collecting all his dirt on, just disappeared.  I mean, what if it suddenly just showed up?

Gwen: I'd lose Ethan.  But, you know what, let's not even think about that cause the flash drive was gone, the envelope was empty.  No one but us even knows it existed.

Rebecca: Yeah, but what if, you know, it just suddenly popped up somewhere?

Gwen: Uh, well, if there's any justice in the world, by then Theresa will be married to Jared and she would never leave him after that.

Rebecca: Oh, please, she would dump him in a heartbeat if she could be with Ethan.

Gwen: I wouldn't be so sure.  It's something Theresa and Ethan share in common, some moral objection to divorce after marriage vows are taken.  So neither one of them would ever leave their lawful wedded spouses, thank God.

Rebecca: I hope you're right.

Fancy: Did you find him,  Luis?

Luis: It's only George, the cat.

Fancy: Oh, I was so sure.

Luis: That must have been what you saw through the window.  He is a pretty big fella.

Fancy: No, I don't think so.

Luis: Well, Fancy, I've looked out here, and I didn't see anyone.  What do you say we go back inside and finish up that dance, ok?

Fancy: Ok, ok sure.  Actually, the reception's about to start.  Do you mind if we go someplace where there's going to be fewer people?

Luis: Whatever you want.

Fancy: Maybe just take me up to my bedroom.

Luis: Don't worry, ok?  It's going to be all right.

Sheridan: Phew!

Fancy: Brr!

Luis: You're still shaking.

Fancy: Yeah, I'm just cold. It was freezing outside.

Luis: Well, I've got a great cure for that. Yeah, how about a nice hot bubble bath?

Fancy: Yeah, I'd like that.

Luis: Ok.

Fancy: I don't know what I would do without you, Luis.

Luis: That goes both ways. Besides, I like taking care of you -- just sorry I've been doing such a lousy job of it lately.

Fancy: No, you haven't at all. Anything bad that's happened to me is because I didn't listen to you when I should have.

Luis: So, then you believe that I will never let anything hurt you again?

Fancy: Yeah, with all my heart.

Luis: All right.

Luis: What's wrong?

Fancy: I was just remembering that bubble bath we shared, you know, at the inn --

Luis: Yes.

Fancy: And we were going to make love?

Luis: And we will, when the time is right. It'll be wonderful for both of us.

Fancy: But I know you must want to.

Luis: What I want to do is be with you any way that I can. That can mean sitting next to you in the bath or waiting out here, whatever makes you more comfortable.

Fancy: Really?

Luis: Yeah. Take things at your pace. No rush, no pressure. We're going to get through this together, ok? Together.

Sam: I can't believe your mother is missing this, you know? She should have called me by now.

Noah: Dad, relax. I'm sure she'll call the moment her plane lands. You know, it would be nice to see Mom here, but don't you guys need a little alone time together?

Sam: Yeah, well, we have a little catching up to do. But, um, she told me she had something very important to tell me, but she couldn't get into it over the phone.

Noah: Did she give you a hint?

Sam: No, she said I'd have to wait. You know, I didn't think I'd see this day again, son, where I'd get your mom back.

Paloma: It's so romantico, just like in the movies.

Sam: Si, muy romantico. Better than the movies. At least your mom will be here for your wedding.

Noah: Uh --

Sam: You know, it's funny, because out of the three, we always thought that you would take the plunge first.

Noah: How about them Patriots?

Sam: Oh, that's a nice try.

Sam: When -- when do you think that you're going to settle down?

Noah: Oh, I'm just waiting to be tamed by the right woman.

Sam: You know I don't believe in divorce, but in Jessica's case, I'd make an exception.

Jessica: Spike, stop it! God!

Spike: Sometimes I wonder why I married you.

Jessica: Because -- because you said you loved me.

Spike: Mm-hmm, exactly. That was before you got all sober and boring.

Jessica: I promised my dad, my brother and my sister I wasn't going to drink or take anything.

Spike: Oh, great. Next thing, you'll be joining those Bible-thumpers at those idiot 12-step meetings.

Jessica: Just lay off, ok Spike?I really want to be in good shape when my mom gets home.

Spike: What, honey, you think you can just turn back the clock of time and be that same old goody two-shoes you were before your mom took off with that other guy?  Newsflash, you got some mileage on you, baby.

Jessica: Shut up.

Spike: Honey, all I'm saying is you can't turn a pickle back into a cucumber after it's been living in a pickle jar. Honey, you're never going to be that same old goody two-shoes you were before your mom took off.

Jessica: But I was happy back then.

Spike: What? Hey, honey, listen to me. Are you kidding me? I mean, hold -- hold on a minute. You never knew what happiness was until you met the Spike-man, baby. Now, listen to me, listen to me I want you to forget about your boring family, because I am your family now, and you are mine. Ah, thank you. And honey, I say have a drink.

Theresa: I just wish Ethan would let go of these crazy suspicions about Jared.

Whitney: I wouldn't count on it, any more than I'd count on you letting go of the fact that you think Gwen and Rebecca are the ones who sold him out to the tabloids.

Theresa: Because they did it, Whitney. Gwen admitted it to me. She's just been lying through her teeth about it to Ethan, and so far she's gotten away with it. J.T. had proof.

Whitney: And according to Ethan, J.T. Also had proof that Jared did something terrible.

Theresa: Well, J.T.'s dead, so I guess nobody can prove anything. Including the other little secret -- that Ethan is really Little Ethan's father.

Whitney: Wow, so I guess you lucked out, J.T. ending up being dead in my wedding cake.

Theresa: No, no, I didn't want that to happen. But yeah, I'm ready to move on, be happy.

Chad: Hey.

Jared: Hi.

Chad: That tabloid guy Vincent is here.

Whitney: I -- I do think I saw him. I think he's here with Valerie.

Chad: You're kidding. I didn't even know she knew him.

Jared: Isn't he the guy who got that envelope from J.T. Cornell? The one that  was empty when he showed up?

Whitney: The one that probably contained everyone's deepest, darkest secrets and most likely got him killed.

Vincent: Saw you guys looking over my way. Anything I can help you with?

Luis: Now, would mademoiselle like anything else?

Fancy: Yes, mademoiselle would.

Luis: Some champagne?

Fancy: No -- you.

Luis: You mean --

Fancy: Uh-huh. In here, with me.

Luis: You sure?

Fancy: Positive.

Luis: Well, anything mademoiselle pleases.

Luis: Oh, nice.

Luis: I love you.

Fancy: Just hold me, Luis.

Luis: Ok.

Fancy: I feel so safe here in your arms.

Luis: Well, you are. Nothing is going to happen to you when we're together, ok?

Sam: Ahem. As a very proud and happy father, I'd like to propose a toast to my daughter and her new husband.

Noah: Hear, hear.

Sam: We're here to celebrate a very special occasion, one that a father and mother dream about almost from the time the child is born. Now, I remember many a night that Grace and I sat up in our living room, very late at night, dreaming about our children's futures. And we realized that the only thing that we ever wanted was for them to be happy and to find someone in this world that would love them as much as we did. When I was thinking about what I was going to say tonight, it hit me that a tradition of a father giving away his daughter, that there was a lot more truth in that than I had ever considered. I really am giving my daughter away tonight, to Fox. You know, after tomorrow, I'm not going to be able to pretend that I'm the main man in your life anymore, and -- and that's a tough one, even for a tough guy like me. I knew the day would come when she'd figure out that I really didn't hang the moon. That I was, after all, just a guy who was lucky enough to call himself her father. Now, I remember the day when she came home, and she told me she had fallen in love with Miguel, that, uh --

Sam: Um, I meant Fox, of course. Kay and Miguel were close all through school, and he is the father of my beautiful granddaughter Maria. Look, what -- what I'm trying to say is -- Fox, I know you're going to make my little girl very happy, and I am honored to welcome you into our family as my son-in-law, Jessica and Noah's brother-in-law, and not to mention, Maria's stepfather. And I am so glad your mother wasn't here to hear that speech. But, um, to a lifetime filled with joy and love. I love you, I love you.

Sam's voice: You've reached the Bennett residence. Leave a message.

Investigator: Yes, I am trying to reach Sam Bennett. It's a matter of some urgency about his wife, Grace Bennett. Please call the London Metropolitan Police on the following special phone line --

Spike: I need to get some air. It's getting too damn sappy in this joint.

Jessica: Oh, my God. A black ski mask just fell out of Spike's pocket. Could he be Fancy's rapist?

Whitney: So, you never saw what was in the envelope from J.T., huh?

Vincent: Not really. By the time I opened it, whatever was inside was already gone.

Jared: Well, it seems a little unlikely that J.T. would have sent your tabloid an empty envelope.

Vincent: Yeah, that's what I said. The -- the new editor's hot to find whatever is inside. Even had the envelope analyzed.

Theresa: For what?

Vincent: An imprint. And they could tell what had been inside originally -- one of those little memory stick thingies.

Chad: You mean like a flash drive.

Vincent: Right, right. A little thing like that can store lots and lots of computer files. Files somebody didn't want everyone to read.

Theresa: So, this memory stick, or whatever it is -- it's out there somewhere?

Vincent: Guess so.

Rebecca: Damn. Now everybody knows about that memory stick. I've got to find it before they do.

Whitney: So, basically, what you're saying is whoever killed J.T. has the flash drive that has everyone's secrets on it.

Vincent: Yeah, that's possible.  Or someone could have offed J.T. thinking that they were going to get their hands on the stuff, and then discovered that it was already gone. No telling who's got that thing now.

Vincent: Well, gotta go. Don't want to keep my date waiting.

Rebecca: So, who has that flash drive? And what on earth are they gonna do with it? Oh, I've gotta warn Gwen.

Sheridan: Damn. There must be a light switch in here somewhere.

Sheridan: They must have made it to Fancy's bedroom by now.

Fancy: This is more like it.

Luis: Tell me about it.

Fancy: You'd better get that.

Luis: No way.

Fancy: What if it's about the intruder in my room? Or the police station?

Luis: You win.

Luis: Lopez-Fitzgerald.

Luis: There's gotta be some sort of mis --

Luis: You're positive? Yeah, of course, I'll take care of it.

Fancy: What is it?

Luis: I don't know how I'm going to tell Sam.

Fancy: About what?

Luis: It's Grace.

Fancy: His wife? I know she's due in tonight from London.

Luis: She never got on the airplane. The bus she was on blew up. She's dead.

Fancy: Oh, my God.

Luis: How in God's name am I gonna tell Sam that in the middle of his daughter's wedding reception?

Fancy: Wasn't she coming home to get back together with Sam?

Luis: Yeah.

Fancy: Well, go -- go tell him.

Luis: I don't want to leave you.

Fancy: I'm fine, Luis. Go do what you have to do

Luis: You want me to send someone up here to sit with you while I break the bad news to Sam?

Fancy: No, I'm not really in the mood for any company, other than you, of course.  I'm going to try and get some rest.

Luis: Ok, well, call me on my cell if you need anything, ok?

Fancy: I will. Oh, and tell Sam how sorry I am. And Kay and Jess and -- oh, my God, Noah. It's been so long since he's seen his mother, and now --

Luis: Yeah, it's gonna be rough on all of them. All right. Well, make sure you lock the door, ok?

Fancy: Don't worry, I will. Um, Luis?

Luis: Yeah?

Fancy: Thank you.

Kay: Thank you, big brother.

Noah: Congratulations.

Kay: Thanks. Ok, no -- I don't want to dance with you.

Miguel: One dance -- one dance is all I ask.

Noah: Uh, hey, do you want me to escort Miguel out?

Kay: No, it's ok.

Kay: My God, are you drunk?

Miguel: Kay, you look beautiful.

Kay: You have got a lot of nerve being here.

Miguel: I just wish I was the man you married tonight.

Fox: Thank you.

Fox: That son of a --

Julian: You just let it go.

Fox: What? She's my wife now. He doesn't just get to take shots at her!

Julian: You won. You've proven that you are the better man. If you get in some sort of fisticuffs with him, he could always come off looking better. Just remember which one of you is going to have the girl later tonight.

Fox: You're right.

Luis: Sam.

Sam: Hey, there you are. Hey, can you keep an eye on things? I've got to go call the airlines and -- and check on Grace's flight. She should have been here by now.

Luis: Sam, I need to talk to you.

Sam: Well, when I get back.

Luis: No, now.

Sam: Something happen to Fancy?

Luis: No. Let's go somewhere where we can talk in private.

Sam: Yeah.

Paloma: There's not one solid lead on Fancy's rape. Not even DNA from the rape kit they did on her at the hospital. It's so frustrating.

Noah: Yeah, I -- you know, I'm sure Luis has a handle on it. You know -- I mean, he's going to be able to catch that monster.

Paloma: I hope so. This is driving him nuts on every level.

Noah: Yeah, well, it's no secret what Luis' emotions are towards Fancy.

Paloma: Do you still miss her?

Noah: No, not at all. It's ancient history. I'm more into current events.

Paloma: Poor Fancy. I was almost raped. Twice, actually.

Noah: What?

Paloma: Yeah, it was awful. They beat me, but at least they didn't --

Noah: You don't -- you don't have to say it. Poor girl.

Paloma: So, I -- I have an idea of what she's going through. There's not one woman in Harmony who will feel safe until that creep is caught.

Jessica: Oh, I have got to tell my dad it could be Spike.

Kay: You know, Fox is not gonna like this.

Miguel: He'll live.

Julian: The worst thing you could do now is pick a fight with Miguel. He's a loser in everyone's eyes, the jerk who tried to ruin your wedding and couldn't pull it off.

Fox: Well, thanks to you, Father, everybody thinks I'm on my last leg.

Julian: You don't have to worry about Kay. Miguel has no credibility in her eyes.

Miguel: This should be our wedding reception.

Kay: Ok, look. If you're gonna keep saying stuff like that, then I'm not going to finish this dance with you.

Miguel: You know you want to dance with me. Because no matter what trickery this guy has pulled off, deep down both you and I know that it's me you love.

Kay: No -- no, you're wrong. I love Fox, my husband. Not you.

Miguel: No, you wouldn't feel that way if you knew what he has done to break us up.

Kay: Ok, you are the one who was lying. And you tried to ruin my wedding, and I'm not about to let you ruin my reception, too.

Julian: What did I tell you? Nothing to worry about. Miguel is out of the picture permanently.

Jared: It's a nice party. Maybe we should think of taking some notes for our own reception.

Theresa: Oh, no need. I know exactly what I want.

Jared: Well, I hope that includes me.

Theresa: You had better believe it does.

Jared: So, you think anyone would notice if we snuck out of here?

Theresa: I don't think so. There is something I need to do first, and then I'm yours for the rest of the night.

Jared: For the rest of our lives?

Theresa: For the rest of our lives.

Chad: Well, it's good to see Jared and Theresa are back on track.

Whitney: Yeah -- yeah, it is.

Chad: You think Theresa's going to finally keep herself away from Ethan?

Whitney: Well, to tell you the truth, I have more faith that she's going to keep her word than vice-versa. I mean, Ethan -- he just can't seem to let it go.

Gwen: They all know about J.T.'s little secret flash drive? The one with all the secrets on it?

Rebecca: That's right.

Gwen: Oh, God. Now they'll be searching high and low for it. Mother, this is not good. This is not good at all.

Ethan's voice: If I find it first, not only will I finally know what Theresa's been keeping from me -- I'll have what I need to keep her from marrying Jared.

Sam: What's going on, Luis?

Luis: It's about Grace.

Sam: Is she at the airport in Boston? Well, I'll go get her.

Luis: No, no -- no, she's not here.

Sam: Her flight was delayed again. I don't understand why she didn't call me.

Luis: Why -- there was an explosion in London.

Sam: Explosion? Was it a blackout or something?

Luis: No -- no, there was a bus that carries passengers from one airport to another... I'm sorry, Sam, but the police confirmed it. Grace was one of the passengers on that bus, and there were no survivors.

Sam: It must be some -- some kind of mistake.

Luis: No -- no, I'm sorry. The police confirmed it, Sam.

Sam: I just spoke to her a few hours ago. They were moving her to another airport.

Sam: She couldn't have been on that bus.

Luis: I am so sorry, Sam.

Sam: Not Grace.

Sam: She was coming home to me, Luis. She was coming home.

Fancy: Luis, is that you? How did you get in?

On the Next Passions:

Chad: I hate to have to do this to you, but I need to.

Sam: Your mom is dead.

Ethan: I love you, and it's been worth everything we've had to go through for us to be together.

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