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Passions Transcript Tuesday 8/28/07

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Fox: Good movie.

Esme: Poor Batman. Oh, that girl's an idiot. If that had been me, I'd have snapped him up, and never let him go. A hot, rich man in tights and a mask really gets my heart pumping. It's true, ask anybody in wrestling.

Fox: Yeah? There's supposed to be some old smuggler's caves beneath the mansion.

Esme: Get yourself a Batmobile and we'll talk.

Fox: Looks like she's actually asleep now. She looks like a little angel.

Esme: She is.

Fox: I gotta ask you something, Esme. I know you don't think it's weird, but why does she whisper everything she wants to say to you and then make you repeat it?

Esme: Oh, she doesn't make me repeat it.

Fox: Then why doesn't she just speak for herself?

Esme: Ok, I'll tell you, but you have to promise to keep it to yourself.

Spike: Hey. You got the call, too?

Vincent: Yeah.

Spike: Come here. Come here.

Vincent: Take off those stupid sunglasses.

Spike: Hey, I'm a fugitive, ok? This is my disguise.

Vincent: Yeah, I'm a fugitive, too, but you don't see me drawing attention to myself. And besides, who wears sunglasses at night? Pimps and movie stars.

Spike: Well, I don't mind looking like a movie star.

Vincent: You don't.

Spike: Listen to me a second. Look, you know, you got a lot of nerve. You knew Alistair was alive this whole time. You didn't say a word.

Vincent: He said not to. I always obey his orders.

Spike: Ok, well, you got any new ones?

Vincent: Yeah. He said there were things we needed to take care of.

Spike: [Chuckles] Things, eh? Alistair's code word for people.

Vincent: What do you mean?

Spike: Got a list here, Vincent. Names Alistair wants dead. It's our job to make them that way.

Luis: [Yelling] Fancy! Fancy, stop running away from me.

Fancy: Don't follow me, Luis. I won't ruin your life with the Crane curse. Leave me alone, just let me go.

Luis: Fancy, where are you? Fancy, come on, I love you. There is no curse.

Rebecca: Honey, would you please sit down and relax? At any moment now, la cucaracha is going to be exterminated.

Gwen: Yeah, well, what if she doesn't eat the strawberries?

Rebecca: [Scoffs] Not eat chocolate-covered strawberries? Are you crazy? What kind of woman could resist that? We all know how greedy she is. Don't worry, Alistair's poison will work just fine. Ok, look... here, you want some of my éclair?

Gwen: Where did you get that?

Rebecca: Well, out of the spa room, the pastry tray.

Gwen: Really? And, um, who else was in there, with us?

Rebecca: Alistair -- oh.

Gwen: "Oh" is right. I'm not eating or drinking anything from this hotel. Maybe Alistair wants us poisoned as well.

Rebecca: Oh, but, honey, it's one of those really good éclairs. You know, the ones with the custard inside, not the whipped cream?

Gwen: Just drop it.

Gwen: Look, just think -- about any moment now, Theresa could be keeling over dead, and Ethan will be free of her and he'll be free to find real happiness.

Alistair: How dare you lie to me? Little Ethan was never a crane. He is just Ethan's bastard son.

Theresa: [Choking] St -- stop.

Alistair: No one makes a fool of me. Ethan is dead, and I'm sending you to him.

Theresa: [Gasping]

Esme: Viki and I are very much alike. She was always such a gentle, shy child. What?

Fox: Nothing. Um, have you two spent much time together?

Esme: No. More was the pity. Her mother -- my sister -- and I have been estranged for years. It's silly, really. She said something, then I said something. Then she said something and then I pushed her out a window.

Fox: What?

Esme: We were only on the third floor. Anyway, when she got out of the hospital, she refused to speak to me. Silly goose. She was always like that, overreacting. Anyway, since then I haven't seen much of Viki. I mean, hardly at all, really.

Fox: Then what's she doing here with you now?

Esme: It's a tragedy, really. Viki's father was an extremely rich man. I mean, not Crane rich, but close. He had estates all over the world, private jets, audiences with kings and popes. He always traveled with this pastry chef, this little hot man -- Greek, I think. There was this one night, he was making this flourless chocolate cake and he just took off all of his clothes --

Fox: Ok, getting back to your point.

Esme: Oh, right. Well, something happened. Something that changed Viki's life forever.

Fox: What?

Esme: If I tell you, you just can't tell anybody. I mean, Viki doesn't even know yet.

Vincent: I had a list from Alistair, too. What's this list?

Spike: Must be the new and improved list of people that Alistair wants dead, I guess. Knowing Alistair, I'm surprised he just doesn't send me the Harmony phone book.

Vincent: It seems all I ever do is murder people for him. I don't know, Spike.

Vincent: [Whispering] Alistair said some horrible things to me. I'm sure he didn't mean them, but I'm not always sure he has my best interests at heart.

Spike: Yeah, right. Well, he got you out of the nuthouse, didn't he? Hey, hey, listen. Ok, whatever problems you think you've got with your grandfather, you gotta figure they're gonna be a lot worse if you don't do exactly what he tells you.

Vincent: He's so strong. He's so cruel.

Spike: Tell me about it. I mean, in my life, I've done a few things that some people would probably consider bad, but --

Vincent: Oh, you've been very naughty.

Spike: Ok, I guess that's one way to put it. Anyway, some of the stuff that Alistair comes up with makes my blood run cold. Really. Most of the stuff that I've done has been to complete strangers anyway.

Vincent: Strangers? You buried your own wife alive.

Spike: Y -- yeah, right. Hey, given the chance, any guy would do that. Besides, she wasn't even a blood relative. No, man, that Alistair, he saves his most horrible ideas for his own flesh and blood, this guy. You know, for his children, his grandchildren. Damn, that dude is cold, man.

Vincent: I -- I'm his grandson.

Spike: Uh, let's just get this thing over with, ok? Alistair says we have to do this together. So let's just open this envelope and find out who the next batch of victims are.

Vincent: Wait, wait! I know what else we can do together.

Spike: What?

Fancy: Just go away, Luis! Leave me alone!

Luis: Gotcha.

Fancy: No, no, Luis. Just let me go. I told you, we can't ever be together again.

Luis: You think I'm gonna accept that?

Fancy: Luis, the Cranes are cursed, and I'm a Crane. If you stay with me, I'll ruin your life.

Luis: You won't.

Fancy: Look what happened to Pretty. She's scarred for life because of my cruelty and anger.

Luis: Listen, I know what happened with Pretty was an accident. I don't know what you've convinced yourself of, but I know you could never hurt another human being. You're telling me you're gonna leave me because you love me? Guess what? I love you so much, I'm not letting you leave me.

Gwen: What is going on? I mean, their room is right around the corner. You'd think we'd hear Ethan calling out for help by now.

Rebecca: Patience, sweetie, ok? Very soon the strawberries will take effect and then Theresa will --

[Choking noises]

Gwen: Oh, that's really charming.

Rebecca: What? Oh, come on. Admit it, I should have been on the stage. Besides, pretty soon the bigamist is gonna be dead and Ethan is gonna be free. You should put a move on him.

Gwen: I'm not talking about this right now.

Rebecca: Come on, honey. You have always been in love with Ethan. It's no time to give up now. Besides, this new man in your life -- he couldn't possibly mean more to you than Ethan does.

Gwen: Well, right now, all I'm concerned about is Theresa dying, ok? Let's hope that Alistair's plan really works.

Alistair: Die, you lying tramp.

Whitney: Theresa? [Gasps] Alistair?

Alistair: Get out of here!

Whitney: Honey, are you ok?

Theresa: We have to -- Ethan -- help him --

Whitney: What?

Theresa: He's got to be alive.

Whitney: What is it? What happened?

Theresa: It's Alistair. He poisoned -- he poisoned the strawberries.

Whitney: You monster.

Theresa: You gotta call 911, please. 911, please.

Alistair: You're not calling anyone.

Chad: Get off her.

Whitney: Wait!

Alistair: Up!

Whitney: [Yelps]

Alistair: Up.

Alistair: You know, I think I'm gonna kill all of you. Who wants to be first?

Spike: [Coughing] Poison. What the hell is wrong with you? Spikey don't play that, man.

Vincent: [Whimpering] I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Spike: Ok, keep it down, keep it down. People are gonna notice us.

Vincent: I didn't mean to upset you. I don't want you to be mad at me, too.

Spike: Oh, my God -- no, it's ok, it's ok, I'm not, ok? But hey, I don't do that. At least not for free. There was one time last summer in p-town, but hey, man, I was broke --

Vincent: [Crying]

Spike: Shh! Hey, hey, man! Look, keep it down, people are gonna notice! Hey, listen, we got work to do here, dude. You got to put out the waterworks, man. Come on!

Vincent: [Sobbing] No one loves me. No one loves me, no one loves me.

Spike: Hey, hey, look. You listen to me. You gotta turn that frown upside down. You understand? Because whatever probs you think you have, you don't have as many probs as the people on Alistair's list, do you? Huh? Do you? Good. Now, you pull it together, man. We got work to do.

Luis: You are not getting away from me, Fancy Crane. You're my girl.

Fancy: Just let me go, Luis.

Luis: Come on.

Fancy: You have to. If you don't, I'll end up destroying any chance you have for happiness.

Luis: Really? Are you serious? Does that even make sense? Love is gonna destroy a man's life?

Fancy: Loving the wrong woman can. I'm bad news, Luis. I loved my sister Pretty, and still I destroyed her life. It's the Crane curse. Everyone we love, we destroy. Grampy, oh -- Alistair loved my great-aunt Rachel and look how that turned out.

Luis: Yeah, but guess what? It's ancient news.

Fancy: No, there's more. Yeah, my mother and father, Ivy and Julian, um, Julian and Eve, Ivy and Sam, Fox and Kay, and even Katherine who ruined your mother's life because of her love for your father --

Luis: I'm not listening.

Fancy: What about Chad and Whitney? Whitney will never get over his betrayal. And Aunt Sheridan and your brother... my God, he's dead because of her.

Luis: That's not fair.

Fancy: Ok, what about you and Sheridan? Don't tell me she didn't tear your heart to pieces, because I know she did.

Fancy: See? That's what happens when the Cranes love. Someone always ends up getting hurt, or worse. I can't do that to you, Luis. I won't.

Luis: Fancy... Fancy!

Alistair: Back up, both of you. Come on.

Whitney: God, how can you even be alive, Alistair?

Alistair: I can do anything I want.

Theresa: He's still breathing. Please, we really need to call 911.

Alistair: Why bother? He'll be dead before they get here and so will all of you.

Theresa: Alistair, you can't let him die. I love him. He's the father of my children.

Alistair: No, he was the father of your bastard son. I should have known that Little Ethan wasn't a Crane.

Chad: Yeah, I, for one, am not gonna let a man die right in front of me. I'm calling 911.

Alistair: You move, and I'll shoot you.

Chad: Yeah, well, just try it.

Gwen: Oh, my God. What did you do to Ethan?

Theresa: He poisoned the strawberries.

Gwen: You said the strawberries were for Theresa.

Theresa: Wait, you knew about this?

Rebecca: Duh. Trust you to screw up a perfectly simple murder.

Theresa: We really need to call 911 now.

Alistair: Don't anyone move.

Gwen: I can't just stand by here.

Alistair: I said, don't move.

Gwen: Look, Theresa is supposed to die, not Ethan.

Alistair: What's one more body? She's gonna die, too.

Chad: Ok, look, you all are crazy.

Alistair: I said, don't move or I'll shoot you.

Chad: I'm calling 911. You wouldn't shoot your own son, would you?

Fox: You know, I've had kahlua and ice cream, but never scotch and ice cream.

Esme: Hmm. Well, stick with me, kid, you might just learn something.

Fox: She's still asleep.

Fox: So, tell me... what is this terrible thing that happened to her?

Esme: Well, you know, usually I'm the first one to make a joke, but not even I can laugh about this. Viki doesn't know what happened yet and I don't know how I'm gonna tell her.

Fox: Tell her what?

Esme: Well, you know she's been a little withdrawn lately.

Fox: Yeah, a little.

Esme: Viki's always been a shy child, but her parents haven't been around much, and I've heard she's really closed down. I mean, when she finds out what really happened, I don't know how she'll react.

Fox: What happened?

Esme: Her parents are gone.

Fox: Gone?

Esme: Her father lost all their money. He made some bad decisions, took some risks, gambled everything on some big IPO, and when it failed, everything they had vanished, just like that.

Fox: Oh.

Esme: That's not the worst part. When he found out that he had lost all of his money, he got upset, and... he took the coward's way out.

Fox: Coward's way out?

Esme: He killed himself, and my sister.

Fox: Oh, my God.

Esme: I don't know how I'm gonna tell Viki.

Vincent: Well?

Spike: Very, very interesting. Yeah, that Alistair, he's full of surprises.

Vincent: Who are we supposed to murder?

Spike: Uh, uh, uh. This is confidential information. Only be read on a need-to-know basis.

Vincent: If I'm gonna help you murder someone, don't you think I need to know the name of the victim?

Spike: You'll find out soon enough. My, my, my, I gotta tell you, somebody's gonna be truly shocked.

Vincent: Anyway, what type of weapon are we supposed to use?

Spike: Let me see here. Gun.

Vincent: Oh, well, got that.

Spike: Oh, great. Oh, great. Let me see that. Nice, yeah. That's good. Ah, boy.

Vincent: What are you doing?

Spike: Surprise. You're the first name on the list.

[Gun cocks]

Fancy: Ok, I don't hear him. Luis isn't following, yeah. Then I got through to him. He finally realized I'll wreck his life, so he's given up on me. Which is good, it's good, it's really good. Oh, God, what am I gonna do now? How can I go on without Luis?

Fancy: [Screams] Help!

Alistair: Don't call 911. Put the phone down.

Whitney: Please, just listen to him, ok?

Chad: He won't kill me. I'm his own blood.

Whitney: He tried to kill Sheridan, honey.

Gwen: Alistair, please. Please let Chad call for an ambulance.

Theresa: Ethan hasn't hurt you. You can't let him die.

Alistair: I can do anything I want. Haven't you figured that out yet?

Theresa: I should have known you had something to do with this. This is your fault. Ethan is gonna die because of you.

Gwen: Do not blame me. This was Alistair's idea.

Rebecca: Yeah, and if it had worked, you would be dead.

Gwen: And where do you think he got the idea from, Theresa? You tried to kill him by poisoning his guacamole.

Alistair: Ladies, please.

[Gunshot]

Alistair: Why Ethan didn't murder you two years ago is beyond me.

Theresa: Alistair, please. He's still breathing. We need to call 911.

Alistair: No, no. I came back from the dead to get rid of everyone who disappointed me. I mean, there are so many things you have to clean up here in Harmony. I mean, so many loose ends.

Gwen: Alistair, his heartbeat is really weak. Please let us call the paramedics.

Alistair: It's pointless. He's gonna be dead anyway, like all of you. I have to clean up all my mistakes.

Rebecca: But -- but, Alistair, surely you don't mean I, your little Becky, is a mistake, and surely not Gwen.

Alistair: You're all mistakes. You're all part of the mess.

Chad: You wouldn't shoot me, Father. You wouldn't dare.

Rebecca: [Gasps]

Chad: But I'm your son.

Alistair: You're no son of mine.

Fox: I'm really sorry. I can't even imagine how hard this must be, losing your sister this way.

Esme: We're not even close, but still.

Fox: Poor Viki. If she doesn't know that her parents are dead, where does she think that they've gone to?

Esme: Well, she was told that they went on a long business trip followed by an even longer vacation.

Fox: Wait, what about the media? This had to be a big story, right?

Esme: Well, they covered it for like a day, but then it was hushed up. I mean, you didn't hear about it, did you?

Fox: No, I guess not.

Esme: See? Besides, Viki's not the type to watch TV or read the newspapers, you know. She likes to read books and write and sketch -- she's a fabulous artist. She's also a musician, too. You should really hear her play the piano. She plays all of Beethoven's sonatas, even the fast parts. Viki's sort of grown up in a bubble. Her parents were very protective, and now that they're gone, guess who is her legal guardian?

Fox: Wow.

Esme: I know. I mean, it's absurd, isn't it? Even houseplants I get stuck with die. I mean, how am I supposed to take care of a penniless teenager? Especially now that my trust fund has been cut off.

Fox: Hey, are you kidding me? You're gonna be great for her. You're like her Auntie Mame.

Esme: [Sighs] Maybe. At least Auntie Mame could make a mean cocktail. Fox, I don't know how to thank you for letting us stay here. We're two lost waves, struggling against the cold, cruel world.

Fox: Hey, listen. You don't have to worry about anything, ok? You can count on me for anything.

Esme: That's sweet. I've never had anyone I could count on before. One, two, three.

Fancy: [Yelling] Put me down right now! Stop it! Help! Somebody please!

Fancy: Luis, what do you think you're doing?

Luis: Oh, hush.

Fancy: This isn't right.

Luis: Now, you listen to me, Fancy Drane. I'm gonna take you somewhere, against your will if I have to, until you realize we are meant to be together.

Fancy: You can't.

Luis: Watch me. All this nonsense about a Crane curse, that's all it is. It's just nonsense. Now, you listen to me. The love that we have, that we share, doesn't come along just every day. The sooner you get that through that thick head of yours, the better.

Fancy: But --

Luis: I've heard enough out of you, ok? I'm gonna take you away, and I am not bringing you back until you swear to me that you're not going to try and push me away again.

Fancy: No. No, you can't.

Luis: You never say "can't" to a Lopez-Fitzgerald.

Fancy: What -- what are you doing? Luis? Hey, hey! It's not funny. Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald, put me down!

Vincent: Stop. Wait, wait. This is a joke, right? Ha ha. You really had me there for a minute.

Spike: [Laughing]

Vincent: Oh, man. You really scared me there for a minute. For a minute, I thought I was on that list, that you wanted to kill me.

Spike: Do I make jokes when Alistair's around? Hey, read it and weep, there! What's the first name on the list there, Vincy? Huh?

Vincent: No. My grandfather loves me. He has to.

Spike: Does he? Let me ask you something, Vincy. Tell me, does this look like love, hmm?

[Gun clicks]

Whitney: What the hell is wrong with you? Chad is your son!

Alistair: I came back to take out the trash. Everyone in my family who disappointed me gets to pay. And Chad was -- oh, he was on the list. So whether I kill him now or later makes no difference.

Whitney: Don't worry, honey. It's gonna be ok. You're gonna be fine, ok?

Theresa: You bastard!

Alistair: One down, so many more to go. My dear Theresa, our marriage was forged in hell. So, you're going to be very comfortable down there. Goodbye.

Esme: I wish I could stay here forever. I feel so warm and safe in your arms. I don't do well with change.

Fox: What are you talking about? You travel all around the world, you're barely in one spot for more than one day or two.

Esme: Yeah, but when I travel, it's to go from party to party. You know that crowd. Cities change, but the cast of characters remain the same. This -- this is real life. I wish I didn't have to tell Viki about her parents.

Fox: And what about you? How are you handling all this? I mean, I don't care what you say. Just knowing that your sister was murdered -- that's got to be really hard to live with.

Esme: It is. We were close, once. There was a time I thought we'd always be close, but things changed.

Fox: I understand. I mean, just look at what happened between my sisters, Fancy and Pretty.

Esme: It's much worse than that. It's my fault my sister's dead.

Fox: What? No, it's not. He murdered her and he killed himself. You told me so.

Esme: Look, you just don't understand, ok? It's my fault. It's all my fault. [Sighs]

Vincent: No, no. You can't kill me.

Spike: That's not true. I'm actually pretty damn good at killing.

Vincent: This is wrong, all right? I'm a Crane, ok? This must be a mistake or something.

Spike: Oh, my, my. You're living in a dream world there, little missy. Alistair tried to kill you once in the loony bin already, didn't he? Huh? I'm here to finish the job, ok? Now, close your little, cute little eyes. It's not gonna hurt -- much.

Vincent: Oh, Grandfather, thank God. Can you stop this idiot?

Spike: Alistair? Where? Duh! You got me there, kid. Good one. You can run, but you can't hide. You're one dead freak, Vincent.

Fancy: Come on, put me down. Luis, you can't kidnap me. Put me down.

Luis: All right, your wish is my command.

Fancy: I can't believe you did that.

Luis: That's good. I like that. A little angry now? Not feeling sorry for yourself or whining anymore. You're not going anywhere.

Fancy: Nice try, Luis. But it won't work. You can't force me to stay with you.

Luis: I'm not forcing you to do anything. I should have just given you some time to realize what an idiot you've been making out of yourself by trying to push me away.

Fancy: Don't you get it? I'm trying to protect you. I don't want you to waste one more minute of your life in a relationship that will only bring you more pain.

Luis: Well, don't I get any say in the matter? The only thing that's gonna bring me everlasting pain is being separated from you.

Fancy: Sometimes we need to think with our heads, not our hearts.

Luis: That's a little silly, don't you think?

Fancy: I'm not silly.

Luis: It's kind of silly. Listen to me. There are only three words that you need to know that's going to bring us maybe 50 or 60, if we're lucky, years together.

Fancy: Ok, just stop it.

Luis: Stop, stop. Hey. I love you.

Fancy: We have to do the right thing.

Luis: Ok, Fancy?

Fancy: We have to be smart. Just think about what a horrible person I am.

Luis: I love you.

Fancy: Just --

Luis: [Whispering] I love you.

Fancy: Stop it.

Luis: I love you.

Fancy: But --

Luis: I love you.

Fancy: Luis...

Luis: [Whispering] I love you.

Fancy: I love you, too.

Officer: Freeze!

Alistair: You can't stop me.

Officer: Drop the gun or you're dead.

Officer: Who was that guy?

Second officer: We heard gunshots.

Theresa: There's no time for that. We need to call two ambulances right away.

Gwen: Tell the paramedics one man's been shot in the chest, the other man's been poisoned.

Whitney: [Crying] What if the ambulance is too late?

Theresa: Don't say that, ok?

Whitney: Honey, just hang on, ok? Just hang on. It's gonna be all right.

Chad: I just -- I -- I've always loved you.

Whitney: Please, honey, just hang on for a little bit, ok?

Chad: Only you. Only you. Only you.

Whitney: Just hang on, ok? Everything's gonna be ok.

Chad: Miles... the baby...

Chad: I love you.

Whitney: Honey, honey. Chad? Chad, sweetheart. Chad? [Sobbing] Oh, my God. Oh, God, no.

Fox: Hey, cheer up. This isn't like you. What happened? I thought you told me that you and your sister were estranged and you haven't spoken in years.

Esme: I'm sorry. It's a long story and I'm tired. Do you mind if we talk about this later?

Fox: No, of course. I understand.

Esme: I hate to wake Viki, but she should really be in bed.

Fox: Well, your wish is my command. I'll carry her up to bed.

Esme: Fox, you are a knight in shining armor. Who knew?

Fox: I live to serve.

Spike: Come out, come out, wherever you are. Hey, you can run, but you can't hide, Vincy. Alistair wants you put down and I'm gonna put you down. It's as simple as that. Ooh! You're a clever little boy, aren't you? Little Vincy, little prissy boy. I know where you are. Gotcha!

Vincent: No. No, don't. You can't kill me, Grandfather. You can't kill me. Be a good boy.

[Growling] Be a good boy.

[Crying] Be a good boy. Vincent will be a good boy.

Luis: There.

Fancy: Oh, Luis, but --

Luis: I love you.

Luis: There. No more "buts." Admit it.

Fancy: [Sighs] You're right, I love you.

Luis: More.

Fancy: I love you.

Luis: More than that.

Fancy: All right. I can't live without you.

Luis: Ok, see? That's what I'm talking about.

Alistair: Such impudence. Luis, you take Sheridan from me, and now my Fancy. Cross me once, you die. Cross me twice and you die in agony.

Whitney: Wait, wait, wait. No, no, no. Wait, you can't die, honey.

Whitney: Listen to me, you can't leave our family. Ok, um --

Theresa: Whitney --

Whitney: No, but the doctors, they can come here and they can save him. Honey, that's what they do.

Whitney: Can't they, you know, maybe...

Theresa: No, you leave him alone. Ethan wouldn't be dying if it weren't for you.

Gwen: You know what, it was supposed to be you. And if he dies, it's your fault and you won't have to answer to Alistair because I will kill you myself.

Theresa: [Whispering] You can't die, Ethan. Please don't die.

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