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This is just about empty, Sam says of the bottle, I'll go get another one from the kitchen. He leaves. Burke watches after him--that's my story, he tells Vicki. It's just so hard to believe Mr. Collins would lie, says Vicki. Why not? asks Burke--it was his neck or mine. You could be wrong, says Maggie--you say you don't really remember. Yes, agrees Burke, I could be wrong--but I'm not. He smiles. Well, he says, I hope I haven't ruined your dinner party with all this ancient history. I'll see about getting dinner on the table, says Maggie, somewhat resentfully. And would you tell Sam to come out for a minute? Asks Burke--I miss his company. Maggie goes into the kitchen. Do you believe my story? asks Burke of Vicki. I don't know what I believe, she says. That's a beginning, anyway, says Burke. Maggie rejoins them and says he Pop isn't in the kitchen, and must have gone out the back way--what is it, Burke, I've got to know what's happening? He's running, says Burke. From what? demands Maggie. Himself, says Burke--from Sam Evans![/spoiler]
Old House - Daphne, wearing a pretty white nightgown, comes downstairs. Josette, shocked to see her out of bed, asks, what are you doing? I want to be here, insists Daphne, to greet Bramwell when he comes home. But you know what the doctor said, protests Josette--you need complete rest--you must stay in bed. When is he coming home? asks Daphne. Soon, promises Josette, very soon. She helps the ill young woman slowly back upstairs..[/spoiler]