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Passions Transcript Wednesday 8/29/07
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Proofread By Jodi
Kay: Ok. What in the name of Paris Hilton is all this junk? [Chuckles] Oh. Does Tabitha save everything?
Floating Head: Just about. She says you never know when something old is going to come in handy.
Kay: Oh, my God.
Floating Head: God? Is he here? No, of course, not. He doesn't visit us often.
Kay: Who are you?
Floating Head: Oh, I'm Basil, a floating head. I don't believe we've met, and I'd shake your hand, but under the circumstances --
Kay: Oh, dear.
Basil: Oh, don't freak out. I was just making sure you weren't rummaging through the collection for nefarious reasons.
Kay: No, there's nothing nefarious about what I'm doing. I'm getting married.
Basil: Well, congratulations, how wond -- you're not planning on involving magic in your impending nuptials, are you?
Kay: Why not?
Basil: No offense, dear, but I've heard tales of your incompetence when it comes to -- how shall I put it -- "the otherworldly."
Kay: Who told you that? Oh, dear, the word is out. You shouldn't be messing around with magic.
Tabitha: Kay Bennett, I was afraid of this. Hello, Basil.
Basil: Tabitha. You think you're afraid -- what is that?
Edna: Hey, hey, you've got some nerve pointing fingers -- or whatever. You don't look so hot, yourself.
Tabitha: Enough, enough. Kay, what are you doing up here?
Kay: Ah, what does it look like I'm doing? I am trying to find something to help me put together the most fantastical romantic wedding ever.
Tabitha: Looking for magic, you mean. I warned you to steer clear of things you don't understand and don't know how to control.
Kay: But, Tabitha, I know how to control it!
Tabitha: Don't "but Tabitha" me. This is for your own good, Kay. With your track record in the dark arts, if you're not careful you'll be preparing your funeral, not your wedding. [Giggling]
Vincent: Vincent's sorry. Vincent didn't mean to make Granddaddy mad at him. I didn't mean to make Granddaddy mad at him. Tell him Vincent promises to be a good boy.
Spike: Oh, man!
Vincent: He promises.
Spike: I mean, I've met some guys with some identity issues, but, man, you take the cake. Your grandfather Alistair really did a number on you, didn't he?
Vincent: Don't -- don't hurt Vincent. [Crying]
Spike: Stop your blubbering. Take your medicine like a man.
Vincent: No, no, oh. Vincent doesn't want to die. Doesn't want to die.
Spike: Oh, are you sure about that? I don't know, man. If I was anything like you, I would think that death would be an improvement. You need to say goodbye, little Vincie.
Sheridan: Drop it! I'm not going to let you kill my nephew.
Spike: You -- hm.
Theresa: This is your fault, Gwen. Your fault.
Gwen: Me? All you do is hurt the people you supposedly love, Theresa. So, if Ethan dies, this is on you and only you.
Whitney: Oh, thank God. Please, please, you have to save him, ok? He can't be dead, all right? He -- he just can't.
Paramedic: I'm sorry, ma'am.
Whitney: No, no, don't. Don't do that. Don't tell me he's dead because I know you can get his heart to start beating again, or you can shock him or something. Just do it.
Paramedic: Pulse is thready but there -- his breathing is very shallow.
Theresa: Please don't let him die. Please, don't let him die.
Kay: Ok, just because I've messed up a spell or two doesn't give you a reason to make fun of me.
Tabitha: Now, that's right. Now, just be nice, all of you.
Basil: Oh, Tabitha. She's out of her league, magic-wise. Every time she tries to fix something, it backfires -- so I've heard, anyway.
Tabitha: Yes, well that goes to show that you can't listen to gossip. Now, we all have to remember how much marrying Miguel means to Kay.
Kay: Thank you, Tabitha. I didn't know you cared. Not to mention the fact that once she and Miguel are Mr. And Mrs., We can finally stop worrying about Charity re-emerging as a force for good in Harmony.
Basil: Now you're walking down my road. I never did like that one.
Tabitha: Yeah, well, Charity out of the picture is good for everyone, especially me and Endora.
Kay: Oh, and I thought you were defending me for my sake. Ok, you know what? Why don't you all just go back to bed? Or in your box -- or wherever you came from, ok? Because I can take care of myself.
Tabitha: Kay, dear. Listen, tell me what exactly you're looking for up here, and then maybe I can help you.
Kay: Ok, well, I -- I don't know. I was looking for something along the lines of that love potion that I used on Miguel a couple of months back. I don't know, I figured I got it up here. There's got to be some goodies around here somewhere. Tabitha, I just want my wedding to be perfect. I mean, is that so wrong?
Tabitha: No, of course it isn't, dear. It's just that I think -- if you want your marriage to go off without a hitch, then you should do it the old-fashioned way -- without any spells. Without any magic.
Kay: Yeah, but that's so boring.
Tabitha: Yeah, but -- boring, maybe, but safe. Love is all you need and love is what you got.
Basil: Um, I must be hearing things. Are you going soft, Tabitha? Since when do you believe in love?
Tabitha: You wouldn't understand.
Basil: Oh, I understand, all right. Next thing you know, you'll be writing greeting cards for Wallmark.
Tabitha: Please, Kay. Will you heed my advice for once in your life?
Kay: I'm sorry, Tabitha, but I was born with special powers, and I've been wasting years of my life not using them to my advantage. Ok, so if ever there was ever a time for me to use them, it's now. I'm sorry, but if I want to make my wedding magical then that's what I'm gonna do.
Tabitha: I don't think that's a good idea.
Kay: You're not going to talk me out of this. Just leave me alone.
Basil: Well, all righty, then. Seems like the girl has made up her mind. Ah, if you want to use magic powers on your big night with Miguel, I am going to give you an early wedding present.
Tabitha: Not a good idea, Basil.
Basil: For you.
Kay: What's this?
Kay: "The Idiot's Guide to Witchcraft." Are you calling me an idiot?
Basil: Oh, no, no, no. I've just had it lying around for years just waiting for the right person to give it to, and well, uh, you're it, Kay.
Vincent: Auntie Sheridan? Auntie Sheridan?
Spike: You get away from me. I got a job to do here.
Sheridan: I will not let you kill him.
Spike: Are you -- are you crazy? Hey, you want me to blow you away? Good. Because I will.
Sheridan: No, you won't. I mean, why do you want to kill him? What has he done to you?
Spike: I do not answer to you.
Sheridan: Then, who do you answer to? What, my father?
Spike: Oh, ding-ding-ding -- a winner! Good guess there, blondie. Isn't that something. Damn! You know, I've been trying to get that close to you for months now.
Sheridan: Oh, God.
Spike: Hey, maybe that freak's on to something.
Sheridan: Shut up, you disgusting pervert. Leave us alone.
Spike: Yeah, that's a no-can-do. You see, I got a job to do here, which is eliminating this, ah -- this misfit. Alistair said, "no excuses." Now either you get out of my way so I can carry through my orders or I'm going to kill you first and then I'm going to kill him.
Theresa: You have to save him. You can't let him die.
Paramedic: You'll have to step back, miss. We need room to do our work.
Whitney: Is, um, is Ethan -- is he ok?
Theresa: We're not sure. Is Chad --
Whitney: No, no, no -- they're trying. You know, they can do it. I know they can. They can. Hey. What are you doing? You can bring him back, ok? Just don't stop trying, all right? You can do it.
Paramedic: I'm sorry, ma'am. There's nothing else we can do.
Whitney: [Sobbing] No, wait -- oh, honey. No. No.
Spike: Now, honey, listen to me. I ain't playing around with you. Your old man wants Vincent dead and I'm going to do it now or later.
Sheridan: Forget it. And quit calling me "honey."
Spike: What -- what are you going to do? You going to coddle him around the clock? You going to baby-sit him 24/7? Listen, your father wants him put down. If not by me, then somebody else is gonna do it. But either way you slice it, that wreck sitting right there is as good as dead. And that's all there is to it.
Sheridan: We'll see about that.
Vincent: Vincent's scared. Vincent's scared.
Sheridan: Don't be.
Sheridan: Hurry, Vincent, run. Run as fast as you can.
Spike: So help me, this is not over.
Sheridan: There, Vincent. There's my car. Hurry.
Spike: You want me to chase you down like dogs? That's what I'm going to do, then.
Kay: Ok, that's not funny.
Norma: Are you kidding? It's a regular laugh riot. I mean, honey, if anyone was an idiot when it comes to witchcraft, it's you.
Edna: Now, now, now, Normy. Come on. Now, now. You know how you feel when someone teases you about your daddy's --
Norma: Uh --
Edna: You know.
Norma: You promised you wouldn't mention that in public, Edna.
Edna: Shh, shh. Now, listen. We all have sensitive buttons, now, don't we?
Norma: I guess.
Edna: Mm-hm. Ok.
Basil: Ok. What is the story with these two, Tabitha?
Tabitha: There isn't enough time in the world to explain. Kay, dear. Nobody wants to hurt your feelings. But we just don't think magic is the way to go in planning this wedding to Miguel.
Kay: Tabitha, if I want to use spells to accomplish certain things, then I will. As a matter of fact, I've got one going right now.
Tabitha: You have?
Kay: Mm-hmm. Why do you think Miguel hasn't woken up with all this ruckus going on up here? Because I cast a little spell, made him go to sleep. He was having trouble with all the business with Dr. Wilson.
Tabitha: Uh-huh. Ah, Endora, sweet pea. Will you do Mommy a favor? Will you pop downstairs and make sure Miguel's all right? Ok?
Kay: Oh, my God. This is beautiful. What if I -- what if I made bouquets of these, and I could use it when I walked down the aisle? Oh, my God.
Tabitha: No, no. No, I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Kay: Why not?
Tabitha: Those sparkles that you're admiring are a very potent spell. And if your magic isn't up to snuff, those things could literally explode and ruin your whole wedding.
Kay: Oh, what? My magic is "up to snuff," ok? So, just -- I think you forget that I saved you and Endora with my powers.
Tabitha: Yeah, that is true, Kay, but that was partly beginner's luck, you know. You -- you just don't know how to control your witchcraft yet, dear. You need more practice. You need to develop strength and substance and continuity. These are the things that make spells stick.
Kay: You know what? How hard can it be to keep a couple of flowers from exploding? You know what, I'm just going to conjure up some more and I'll show you.
Tabitha: No. No, Kay. No --
Kay: Flowers sparkle, flowers obey, prove to Tabitha I know my way.
Kay: Ha. See? Told you I knew what I was doing. [Coughing]
Vincent: Vincent's scared. Spike's got a car, too.
Sheridan: Ok, calm down, Vincent.
Vincent: No, no, no, no. Vincent doesn't want to die. He doesn't want to die. Save Vincent, Aunt Sheridan. Save Vincent.
Sheridan: Damn it!
Vincent: He's coming. He's coming. The bad man is coming.
Whitney: Chad, honey. No, no, no. Listen to me. You can't leave me like this, ok? What about Miles? You know? And this little baby that we have on the way? No, you're too strong for this. I know you are, and I'm not going to let you just -- just die like this. And maybe, um, we can fix things between us. You know, and we could become a family again. I mean, that's what you wanted. That's what you wanted to do, so we can do it.
Theresa: Sweetheart, sweetheart.
Theresa: What's -- what's happening?
Paramedic: We're taking him straight to ICU where he can get more extensive care.
Gwen: Don't worry, I can ride in the ambulance with him.
Theresa: Oh, the hell you will. I'm his wife.
Whitney: You know what, you can take Chad to the ICU, too, because they can probably revive him there. Don't you think? I think that's a good idea. We should do that. What are you doing? Theresa. Tell them to take him to ICU, please. I mean, you still have strings that you can pull, right?
Rebecca's voice: Not for long she can't. Not with Alistair back.
Theresa: Please do -- you can do what my friend says, please. Just take her husband in the ambulance with Ethan.
Whitney: Thank you. Thank you.
Theresa: Of course.
Whitney: Thank you so much. And you know what? I know that they can revive him there. They'll be able to do it. I know they will. And I'm going to ride -- I'm going to ride with you guys, ok?
Gwen: You know, Theresa, just so we're clear, if Ethan dies you are responsible, only you.
Theresa: You know, let me make myself clear, Gwen. If Ethan dies, you die too. You got it?
Norma: This one's really stuck.
Edna: Hurry, Normy, hurry! You know how faint I am.
Tabitha: Have you had enough, Kay? Do you see now why I don't want you using magic at your wedding?
Kay: It's my first try. I know I can do something great.
Tabitha: Well, not while I'm around and not with anything in my attic. These props are mine, not yours.
Kay: But, Tabitha --
Tabitha: But, but, but -- nothing! Let's face it. You are a bloody awful witch.
Norma: No offense, kid. She's right.
Edna: Yeah. I'm afraid so.
Basil: Are you sure that you were born with special powers?
Kay: Yes! And I am entitled to use them just like everyone else in this house, and it wouldn't be fair if I couldn't use them on my wedding day, ok? I just want to make my wedding perfect -- and different.
Edna: Oh, it'll be different, all right. Just not the kind that you want.
Kay: You know what? I don't have to listen to any of you, ok? There's gotta be something in here I can use.
Basil: She doesn't really listen to anyone, does she?
Tabitha: Never. And it's always to her detriment.
Basil: Hmm. Pity.
Kay: Maybe this book's not a total waste, after all. Look. Here's a spell about bridesmaids, ok? It says "with a little bit of this and a little bit of that, the bride can make them look exactly the way she wants them to look." How perfect is that? I'm going to make them all look gorgeous. My wedding party is going to be stunning.
Tabitha: No, no, Kay -- that spell doesn't work the way you think it does.
Kay: Yes, it does. I'm reading it. This is exactly what I've been looking for. Just stay out of it, ok? It's my party and I'll try if I want to. I'm just going to use it on me this time.
Tabitha: No, Kay, no!
Kay: Ok. Walk down the aisle, wearing a smile. Everyone there to see makeup and hair.
Kay: Ew. Oh, God.
Vincent: Don't you go let Spike catch Vincent. Vincent doesn't want to die.
Sheridan: Ok, ok, I'm going as fast as I can, Vincent.
Spike: [Laughs] You're not getting away from me, Sheridan, no. Woo!
Sheridan: We've gotta figure out a way to ditch him, something he won't be expecting. No, no, no, no, no! I'm running out of gas!
Vincent: No, no, no, Aunt Sheridan. Spike wants to kill Vincent.
Sheridan: No, Vincent, let go! You're gonna make me lose control of the car! [Screams]
Theresa: Please, please, you have to save him, please.
Nurse: We'll do everything we can, ma'am.
Doctor: The poison your husband ingested, do you know what it was?
Theresa: No. What was the poison that he took?
Gwen: I don't know.
Doctor: If you knew, it would be helpful, but we can run tests. It's just that he loses a lot of valuable time.
Theresa: Are you saying --
Doctor: I'm not saying anything until we know more. We'll do our best.
Theresa: Hi. Where's Chad?
Whitney: Oh, uh...
Theresa: Is he in a room?
Whitney: No, no, he's -- he's not in a room. He's down in the morgue. He's gone, honey. Chad's dead. And I knew it, you know, I did know it before we got here, before the paramedics brought him to the hospital, but I didn't want to believe it. I mean, how could I believe something so impossible? How could I believe that I was never going to see him again, you know? I was never going to hear him tell me that he loves me? I'm never -- I'm never going to see him play with my son. And my little baby is never going to know his dad. But the worst part about the whole thing is that I never forgave him, you know? I never told him that I still loved him in spite of what he did to me. I think that's all he really wanted, you know, was to know that there was a chance. But I couldn't -- I couldn't even give him that.
Theresa: You know what though, honey? He knew. I mean, I really believe this. I believe that he knew deep down you did love him.
Whitney: He's the only man I ever loved. It's just like you, you know. It's just like you and Ethan. And I need to tell you that you need to go in there and tell Ethan the truth. Because if he dies before you get to tell him that Little Ethan is really his son, honey, you're never going to forgive yourself.
Theresa: Oh, God, that's Ethan's room.
Gwen: What's wrong?
Doctor: We need a crash cart in here. We're losing him!
Doctor: I need a stomach pump in here.
Gwen: Oh, God.
Theresa: Whitney, he can't die. Please, he can't die.
Doctor: Ok, he's stabilized now.
Theresa: Oh, God, he's stabilized. He's gonna be ok.
Gwen: Oh, thank God.
Doctor: Mr. Winthrop is out of the woods for the moment, but he's in critical condition. It could go either way.
Theresa: Wait --
Doctor: I have to check on his blood work, if you'll excuse me.
Theresa: You have a lot of nerve being here.
Gwen: Yeah, I could say the same about you.
Whitney: Ok, listen, honey. You might not have much time here.
Theresa: Wait, you mean --
Whitney: Yeah, I mean you need to go in there and tell Ethan the truth about his son. Tell him that he's really Little Ethan's father, ok? You need to do it now because -- look, I just don't want you to end up like me. You know, living with this regret because I didn't tell Chad the truth before he died.
Theresa: Ok, I hear you.
Man: I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs. Harris, but we need your signature on some papers.
Spike: [Laughs] Oh, you just made my job a lot easier. Gotcha! Damn it! Where the hell did they go?
Sheridan: Come on, Vincent. You have to move faster. We can't let Spike find us.
Kay: Oh, my God.
Tabitha: Be happy it was only a test, Kay. I tried to warn you that that was the wrong spell. [Chuckles]
Kay: Why do they call it a bridesmaid spell?
Tabitha: Because it's for brides who worry that their bridesmaids will look more beautiful than they do on their big day. You don't need any spells, Kay. No one's going to look more beautiful than you do when you walk down the aisle to your Miguel.
Basil: Ahem. Unless you can't undo this spell. I'm just saying --
Kay: Oh, my God, Tabitha, help me!
Tabitha: Actually, dear, I don't think I have the prowess. Oh, Endora. Sweet pea, you have got perfect timing. I think Kay needs a little help from you right now. Yes, mm. Do you think you help can get the old Kay back? Can you reverse her spell that she cast that made her look like this?
Kay: Oh, my God, somebody's coming. It might be Miguel. Oh, my God, he can't see me like this.
Sheridan: Come on, Vincent, hurry up.
Vincent: Vincent's trying.
Sheridan: Ok, ok, I know you're trying. God, I don't even know where we are. I'm afraid we're going in circles.
Vincent: Vincent's tired. Vincent needs to sit down.
Sheridan: No, no, no. Vincent is not going to sit down. We have to keep moving, otherwise Spike will find us.
Spike: Spike already did.
Sheridan: Oh, my God.
Spike: Stop your running!
Sheridan: Oh, no!
Vincent: Vincent scared. Vincent scared.
Sheridan: I know, I know.
Spike: Vincy should be scared. That was a nice try, Auntie Sheridan. But you move aside so I can take care of your psycho, sicko, little nephew here.
Spike: Don't you make me angry. Because I don't wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to.
Sheridan: No. Look, if you wanna kill him, you're gonna have to kill me first.
Spike: Okey-dokey, artichokey. There you go.
Gwen: This shouldn't be happening.
Rebecca: I've just never known Alistair to botch things up so badly. I mean, Theresa was supposed to eat the poisoned strawberries, not Ethan. Just think, we were so close to finally getting rid of her.
Gwen: If Ethan dies, I may as well die, too.
Rebecca: What are you saying? Honey, I thought you had moved on, that you had a whole new life with this new man.
Gwen: Mother, I love Ethan. I always have. I never stopped.
Theresa: Hello. It's me.
Theresa: There's something I need to tell you.
Kay: Somebody -- somebody do something. Miguel cannot see me like this, or he'll call off the wedding. Hurry!
Tabitha: Oh, relax, Kay. Endora's just playing a little joke on you. Miguel's still sound asleep downstairs. That spell was a resounding success.
Kay: You know what? All of you can laugh at me, but if I can't go back to me before Miguel wakes up -- oh, my God I've ruined everything! And don't say "I told you so." I know you did. I thought you were in training to be a good little witchlet.
Kay: Oh, thank God.
Tabitha: You mean, "thank Endora." Well, we're all back to normal. Well, at least, we're clean.
Kay: Yes, thank you, Endora, but that was a mean little joke you played on me. Ok, I'm gonna show you all. I'm gonna make that sparkling flower spell work.
Norma and Lois: No, no, no!
Tabitha: No more --
Basil: Bad idea...
Kay: Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything drastic. I'm just gonna make my wedding bouquet sparkle a little bit. Relax. Ok, I'm gonna do the spell in my head this time.
Tabitha: That's great, Kay. Maybe you could give out tiny little magnifying glasses as wedding favors.
[Norma and Edna laughing]
Sheridan: No, wait! What if I offer you more money than my father has?
Spike: Well... sucker!
Sheridan: [Screams] No!
Vincent: Vincent's gonna die.
Sheridan: No, Vincent, don't look down. Whatever you do, do not look down.
Spike: What the hell? Help me, for God's sakes! Help me!
Sheridan: Grab my hand. Come on, grab my wrist. There you go. Oh, Spike, grab my hand. [Grunts]
Spike: Don't let me go.
Sheridan: Oh, God!
Gwen: What is she doing in there?
[Cell phone rings]
Gwen: Hello? He's sick? Ok, how bad is it? Oh, my God. Ok, tell him I love him, though.
Rebecca: Who's sick? Is it this new man?
Gwen: Mother, be quiet. I'll be there as soon as I can. Bye.
Rebecca: Honey, what's going on?
Gwen: Mother, I have to go.
Rebecca: But what about Ethan?
Gwen: Oh, God, I never should have left him.
Rebecca: Honey, wait, wait! You owe me an explanation here.
Gwen: Mother, not now! I have to go.
Rebecca: But honey, you just said you love Ethan. How can this new man be more important?
Gwen: Well, he is. Listen, Mother, let go of me. I have to go.
Theresa: I tried to tell you earlier tonight. Actually, I've tried to tell you like a million times, I've just been really scared. So I hope it's not too late.
Theresa: You have a son, Ethan. You have a son.
Ethan's voice: I have a son? I have to live.
Edna: I can almost make out one of those teensy weensy little flowers.
Norma: Can you? Well, if you give out bouquets like that, you'll sure save a pretty penny on your wedding. [Laughter]
Kay: It's not funny.
Tabitha: Oh, don't be so sensitive, Kay. Learn from your mistakes, will you? Using magic on your big day with Miguel isn't going to help anything. Just do it the old fashioned way, without any spells or magic. It will all be lovely! I'll help you find a normal wedding planner in the morning, all right?
Basil: Oh, I know just the perfect person. Actually, he's not a person. He's a ghoul with the best taste.
Tabitha: We'll find our own people, thank you, Basil.
Basil: Well, if you insist. But if you ask me, you really shouldn't waste the gifts you were born with. Practice your craft. And before long, you'll be able to affect wondrous things -- without embarrassing yourself, as you have tonight.
Tabitha: Don't listen to him, Kay. You know, Endora's not always going to be around to repair your mistakes.
Kay: Who says I need her to? Ok, I can do this. I can make sure that my wedding is an absolutely magical affair. I can just visualize already what I want to create. I bet if I cast the right spell, it'll show me exactly how I want it to look.
Tabitha: You couldn't even conjure up a proper bouquet. What makes you that think you could cast a grand spell like that?
Kay: From flowers to dress the day I wed help me please to see ahead.
Kay: Oh, no.
Basil: Oops. Wrong spell, Kay. I've botched that one myself. [Laughs]
Tabitha: Now you've gone and done it.
Kay: How do I get my head back on my body?
Norma: Forget you -- what about us?
Whitney: Oh, God, why? Why did it have to end this way?
Sheridan: I can't do this. I can't hold on to both of you.
Vincent: Don't let Vincent fall, Aunt Sheridan. Vincent doesn't want to die.
Spike: Yo, you're a bigger loser than I thought if you save him over me.
Sheridan: Why would I? You were gonna kill both of us.
Spike: Come on, hey, I was just horsing around, all right? Just a little joke. Don't take it so seriously.
Sheridan: Oh, I did, and I do. There's no question in my mind who I'm gonna pull up.
Spike: Listen, if you don't save me, you'll never see your son again.
Sheridan: What? My son?
Spike: Marty -- that's the kid's name, right?
Sheridan: No, Marty's dead. You must be talking about my adopted son, James.
Spike: No, no, Marty. He didn't die.
Sheridan: Of course he did. You're even more revolting than I thought to use his name to save yourself.
Spike: Shut up, I'm telling the truth. Look, he didn't die. I can take him to you. I can take you, you just gotta help me up first.
Rebecca: But, honey, can't this new man wait ten minutes? You just said you love Ethan. You got to stay here and fight for him.
Gwen: You have to let go of my arm. I need to go, I'm sorry.
Rebecca: But, Gwennie, I -- I don't get it. I mean, what is going on here? How can this new man be more important to you than Ethan?
Ethan's voice: Theresa, I hear you. I have a son. I have to stay alive for my son.
Theresa: You have to live. We can be a family now.
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