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#0003/0004: Robservations 05/18/01: Fears About Burke
« on: May 17, 2001, 07:58:35 PM »
Episode #3 - Vicki tells us that Collinwood is her home now, and the outside world seems a million miles away.

A Mustang pulls up in front of Sam Evans' cottage. Roger gets out and runs to the door, banging on it, ordering "you drunken bum" to answer his door. Roger pounds furiously--"Wake up in there, wake up!--open the door, open it!" Receiving no answer, he walks back through the white picket fence, gets into his car, and drives away.

Vicki wearing a robe, sits in her room, writing a letter at her desk. She hears her window banging in the wind, and, annoyed, goes to close it. She feels cold, and hugs herself for a moment, then returns to her letter writing. She answers a knock at her door--Carolyn, also in night clothes, who says, "It's a neighbor--may I come in?" Vicki opens the door. Carolyn says she saw a light under the door and thought she might borrow a cup of sugar. You're Carolyn, says Vicki. M-hum, says Carolyn, and you're Victoria--or is it Vicki? Either one, she replies, whichever you like. Well, Vicki, on behalf of myself and my kookie family, says Carolyn with a curtsey, I bid you welcome
--(in a scary voice) to the House of Usher. Thanks, laughs Vicki. On second thought, I'd be glad to help you pack, says Carolyn. Not tonight, says Vicki. Well, says Carolyn, I guess there are some of us who love to suffer--are you sure I'm not disturbing you?--I have a bad habit of just popping in. Not at all, says Vicki, I was just writing a letter to a friend back home--why don't you sit down? Vicki slips her letter into the top desk drawer. Carolyn advises her that when she writes to he friend, only one word is necessary--HELP! Vicki grins at her. Carolyn says seriously that Vicki seems like a nice person--"Do yourself a favor--go back to New York." I've been hearing that every hour on the hour ever since I got here, says Vicki--why does everyone want me to go home? Carolyn assures her she didn't say she wanted her to go--heck, no, it'll be a ball having somebody around here to talk to--but you've been in this mausoleum a couple of hours--do you think it will be fun and games? I'm willing to find out, says Vicki, tilting her head humorously. Victoria Winters, I think I'm gonna like you, says Carolyn, sitting on he bed--OK, ask! Ask what? says Vicki. I was born and brought up in this prison, says Carolyn--don't tell me you don't have a couple of dozen questions--come, come, no hesitation please, it will not hurt--and she gestures for Vicki to sit next to her. Vicki does, grinning. Very good, praises Carolyn. I do have a question, says Vicki. Good, good, says Carolyn. Who's Burke Devlin? asks Vicki. Never heard of him, says Carolyn. Your uncle has, says Vicki. Ohhhhh, so you met Uncle Roger! says Carolyn excitedly--what did you think of him?--he's a real doll, isn't he? Vicki looks uncertain and says he's very nice. Nice? asks Carolyn in disbelief at the exaggeration--Roger Collins has more character in his right earlobe than all the characters in this icky sticky town--he sends me, he really does--and you know who my mother wants me to be hung up on?--Joe Haskell--a fisherman, yet--he's a nice guy, but let's face it, if you had your choice between a charmer like Uncle Roger and the home-grown variety, which would it be? (Carolyn, you sound so dippy!) I didn't know you had the choice, says Vicki. Carolyn climbs off the bed, no longer flippant, and says she guesses she'll never have any real choices, until she can. . .hey, you were asking me about someone, weren't you? Burke Devlin, says Vicki. Oh, yes, Burke Devlin, says Carolyn, repeating the name again--never heard of him.

Blue Whale - Burke Devlin invites Joe Haskell to sit down. Joe says he doesn't even know why he came back here. Because I asked you to, says Devlin--don't worry, I won't take up too much of your time--just a few questions about you and the girl you want to marry. Carolyn? asks Joe--why should you be interested in her? Burke invites him to sit down, and he just might find out why. Joe joins him.

Collinsport Inn - Roger enters the restaurant, sits down at the counter and asks Maggie if any coffee's left in the hopper. A few cups--real strong, though, she says. Roger says he'll take his chances. Your stomach, warns Maggie, pouring him a coffee. Roger's smile is forced. He asks her how her father is these days? Same as always, she says, full of sound and fury. Roger laughs. You want some pie? asks Maggie. All right, he agrees. He picks you up sometimes, when you're closing? inquires Roger, sipping his coffee. If he's in the mood, says Maggie, slicing a piece of pie. She places it in front of Roger, asking why. I might have a buyer for one of his paintings, says Roger. Maggie looks skeptical, but says that would be nice--why doesn't he try the house? I did, says Roger, I rang the bell a couple of times, but nobody answered. You should have banged on the door, says Maggie--you know my father
--a little celebration and he sleeps like there's no tomorrow. Roger says banging on doors isn't exactly in his repertoire (liar). Maggie, asks Roger, clearly disturbed, I have to see your father, it's very important. I wish I could help you, she says, but you know Pop--he could have decided to take an overnight hike to Bangor--we'll be closing in 5 minutes, so, with all due respect, don't take too long--and she begins to clear dishes off a table. I heard Burke Devlin checked in tonight, says Burke casually. That's right, she says. Have you seen him? asks Roger. Uh-uh, says Maggie, but I understand he really hit it big. What do you mean? asks Roger. He took three rooms on the top floor--handing out big tips, she explains--I remember when he used to pose for Pop--for quarters!--it's a funny thing how fond Pop used to be of Burke--he's never mentioned his name once in all these years. Roger goes over to look out the window. I really don't think Pop will be coming tonight, says Maggie evenly. Roger rubs his mouth with his finger, his face a mask of fear.

Vicki and Carolyn go into the drawing room. How could we know what he was thinking? asks Carolyn, but if Uncle Roger took off when you mentioned this Burke Devlin's name, he must have had a good reason. Vicki closes the double doors. He knows what he's doing, says Carolyn, he can take care of himself--I'm not worried about him, she adds confidently. Vicki says he seemed frightened, she never saw a man so frightened. Look, says Carolyn, are you sure you want to continue this grand tour?--because I'm beginning to think this place is really getting you down. Vicki assures her no, she's all right--and promises not another word about Mr. Devlin. Vicki looks at a portrait above the piano and asks who he is. Good old Uncle Isaac, says Carolyn cheerfully--he's the one who began it all, started the whole wingding back in the 17th century (does not jive with history as we come to know it)--built the fishing fleet, founded the town, gave it a name--the works--he must have really been something--I always thought Uncle Roger looked a little bit like him--I know my uncle and he doesn't scare--I don't even think an earthquake would shake him. While the girls are talking, unbeknownst to them, the door opens, but we don't see anyone come in. Vicki spots the open door and tells Carolyn she's sure she closed it tightly.
Looks like you didn't, says Carolyn, but when Vicki insists she did, Carolyn says when in doubt, look! She opens both doors. No one is out there, so she says the wind must have blown it open. There's no wind in here, points out Vicki. Carolyn closes the doors and tells Vicki she's going to have to try to get used to doors like that--it isn't easy, she knows, but she'll have to try--where were we?--Isaac Collins, the bigshot who started the whole mess--you might say he's the man who put us into the fish business--I wonder what he'd say if he could see the town now--artist town, summer people--and this big, fat house on top of a hill. Vicki looks at the doors as Carolyn prattles on.

Blue Whale - You want to marry Carolyn Stoddard, don't you? Burke asks Joe as the bartender brings them coffee. Yes, says Joe. She keeps slapping you down, doesn't she? asks Burke. Look, says Joe, I don't know how you know all about me. . . I know a lot more about you, interrupts Devlin, I know that you work for the Collins fishing fleet, exactly how much money you've saved, and I know just what you're saving it for. Now wait a minute, says Joe. A boat of your own, continues Burke--am I right? Joe looks at him, startled, and asks if he hired private detectives. You're an ambitious kid, says Burke, smiling, you want to get ahead, work for yourself--I like that--but you're a dead duck as far as Carolyn is concerned, and you know it--as long as she lives in that house on the hill. She doesn't want to leave her mother alone up there, says Joe--that makes sense, doesn't it? Burke asks if it does make sense--a woman stays on that hill for 18 years--could walk off anytime--but she won't do it--how long you gonna wait, another 18 years? What do you want? asks Joe. I want to give you $2,375, says Burke--that will do it, right?--that's how much you need for the down payment on that boat you want, isn't it?
And what do YOU get? asks Joe. Information, says Burke.

Coffee shop - But I can't give you any information, Maggie impatiently tells Roger--Pop's a free soul, you know that--he wanders. You don't mind if I wait a little longer, do you? asks Roger. Really, she says I have to close. The door opens and a bearded man, looking anxious, comes in--"This is what I was afraid of," Maggie tells Roger--"Sorry, Mr. Malloy, we're closed." Malloy tells Maggie the door was open, then, ignoring her when she says she knows, but... I saw your car parked down the sweet, Roger, says Malloy, I have to talk to you. It's after business hours, says Roger coldly. It's got nothing to do with the fleet, says Malloy, at least I hope not. Yes, of course, says Roger sarcastically, the manager of the fishing fleet talks business only with my sister. (Sounds like Roger is jealous of Liz.) This is important, insists Malloy. I see, says Roger, and the extent of my participation in family affairs is of no importance at all!--delicately put, Malloy. They sit at a table, and Malloy says he just heard Burke Devlin's just come back. And? asks Roger. Is that all you have to say? asks Malloy. Burke was born and raised here, points out Roger, why shouldn't he be permitted to return if he wants to? And you're not worried? asks Malloy. Why should I be? asks Roger--10 years is a long time, I'm sure Burke and I could be good friends again. Do you really believe that? asks Malloy. Look, says Roger, I have much more important things than to worry about peoples' goings and comings--especially an ex-convict's
--but thanks anyway for your concern. Roger, says Malloy, you're either a much braver man than I thought you were--or a much bigger fool. He leaves the table, bids Maggie good night, and exits the restaurant. Roger looks exceptionally nervous. (So Burke is a convict who has made it big. Interesting.)

Are you sure he's coming here? Burke asks Strake over the Blue Whale's pay phone--don't worry about it--yeah, yeah--just pick up the bag, do what I told you and go back to New York--oh, and Strake--about that report you did on the Collins family--good job--I'm sending you a bonus. He leaves the phone booth and returns to the table with Joe, telling him this is the last place he expected to be paged. Joe says he's been doing a little thinking. Have you ever been to Montevideo? asks Devlin. The furthest I've ever been is Boston, says Joe. There's a bar there, says Burke--crummy joint, butts all over the place, glasses look like they haven't been washed in years--would you believe it, in that filthy hole is where I started to make it big--and do you know why?--a character came over to my table, sat down, made me a proposition, and I didn't think for a minute--I snapped at it, and was on my way. That's you, not me, says Joe. All I'm asking, says Burke, is for you to get your boat--marry Carolyn and be a happy man. I intend to do that, but by myself, says Joe. How long do you think it will take you? asks Burke. Joe says he'll manage. You've been hanging around that house for a long time, says Burke--you must have seen and heard a lot--that's all I want to know--anything--important--unimportant. Sorry, says Joe. Don't make a mistake, advises Devlin. Malloy enters the bar and goes directly to their table, familiarly greeting Burke. Burke says it's good to see him again. Go on home, Malloy orders Joe. He's your boss, Devlin reminds Haskell, you'd better do as he says. Get some sleep, son, suggests Malloy--I'll see you in the morning. Yes sir, says Joe, and with a last glance at Burke, leaves the bar. I like that boy, Devlin tells Malloy, arms crossed over his chest--sit down, I'll buy you a drink--I've been expecting you. What do you want with the boy? demands Devlin.
Oh, just a friendly little chat, that's all, says Burke. What about? asks Malloy. I think you'll learn that soon enough, says Burke, grinning up at him, as a matter of fact, I'm counting on it--Joe will tell little Carolyn and she'll tell Uncle Roger--and who knows, pretty soon those ghosts will start moving around again. Malloy sits at the table and tells Burke that family has had nothing but trouble for a long time--let them live in peace. The way they did me? demands Burke. That was 10 years ago--let it rest! insists Malloy. Burke says when he was a kid, he used to go up to Collinwood and look for ghosts--they all thought it was haunted--well, I didn't find any then, but they're there--you know it and I know it--they creep out of every corner and hide under every bed--well I didn't put them there, but I'm sure gonna do everything I can to dig them out. What good will it do you? asks Malloy, upset. It might give me back a lot of time I've lost! retorts Burke.

Carolyn and Vicki go into Vicki's bedroom. I'll tell you what, says Carolyn--you get up real early tomorrow morning and maybe we'll finish the tour. It's a deal, says Vicki, provided I... She spots the note she was writing on her bed and picks it up. That's funny, says Vicki. More ghosts? asks Carolyn. I was sure I put this letter in the drawer, says Vicki. Maybe you took it out again before we left, suggests Carolyn. I know I didn't, says Vicki, why would anyone come up here, take out my letter and leave it on the bed? I wouldn't know, says Carolyn, unless... Vicki take my advice, lock your door--and get a good night's sleep--because come tomorrow, you are going to need it--I'll see you in the morning. Vicki holds her letter, probably again wondering about this odd place she has come to live.

NOTES: Roger frantically searches for Sam Evans after learning that Burke is back in town--why? What is the connection amongst the three of them? Sam is a wanderer, and apparently a drunk, too, judging by what Maggie says. Roger tells Bill Malloy he's sure he and Burke can be friends again, but Malloy has a hard time accepting that.

As for Burke, we now know he spent time in prison, and is looking to "get back some time". What does this cryptic remark mean?

Who took Vicki's letter out of the desk drawer, and why?--trying to scare her away? Carolyn predicts Vicki will need a good night's sleep, but provides no explanation. What's with that?

What ghost enters the room when Carolyn and Vicki were talking--or was it just the wind?

What info does Burke want Joe to dig up on the Collinses? Whatever it is, it seems important to Burke, but Joe isn't buying, even if it does mean he can get his boat and Carolyn earlier than he planned. Joe has scruples!

Episode #4 - Vicki lies in bed reading a book. A storm rages outside the window. The windows blow open, banging in the heavy wind, and she closes them. She shivers from the chill, then gets back into bed and opens her book again. She hears a door slam somewhere. We see the feet of a man walking into the house, coming upstairs. Vicki begins to brush her hair, listening carefully to the approaching footfalls. The man walks the corridor and stops at her door. Vicki, nervous, walks to her door and listens. The man puts his hand on Vicki's doorknob and turns it, but she has locked the door. Vicki, frightened, closes her eyes, then hears Liz order Roger, her intended visitor, to get away from that door.
Go back to bed! says Roger hoarsely. Liz tells him she wants him to come downstairs with her now. And I want you to go back to bed, insists her brother. Vicki listens to this exchange. Do as I say, now, says Liz. They retreat. Vicki makes sure her door is locked, and leans back against it, biting her lip in fear.

Roger enters the drawing room, turns on the light and pours himself a drink. Liz, in night clothes, hair girlishly down, demands to know what he was doing. You're my sister, not my warden, Roger reminds her. She tells him that girl was brought here to take care of his son--your son, not you! What's coming now--the lesson on morals? asks Roger, annoyed. (What does Liz think Roger intended here? Is that what Roger actually intended?) He sits down. Not a lesson on morals, says Liz, just a simple statement--you repeat tonight's episode and I'll have to tell you to pack your things and leave. All I wanted to do was talk to the girl! says Roger. Then knock on her door, she says, I want you to remember that Victoria Winters is not just an employee, but a guest in my house and I want her treated with as much respect as... As much respect as you'd give Burke Devlin? queries Roger. She looks startled.
Who? she asks. Burke Devlin--don't tell me you've forgotten the name, insists Roger. What's he got to do with this? asks Liz. It seems, says Roger, that your little Miss Winters wasn't the only one who got off the train tonight--she had a fellow passenger. Burke? asks Liz. Yes, says Roger. Liz looks disturbed--somehow I knew he'd come back, she says. What do you intend to do about it? Roger asks. Nothing, she says. You can't be serious, why do you think he's in Collinsport? asks Roger. Liz says this is his home. Listen to me, begs Roger--Burke isn't that poor kid who once worked for us--not anymore, he's made a lot of money. What happened between you and Burke was finished 10 years ago, says Liz. Why do you think he's here? asks Roger. Liz doesn't know. That's what I wanted to ask her, says Roger--she was with him on the train, they rode to the hotel together--he might have said something to her. I don't want her involved, says Liz. But she is involved, she's here! cries Roger. Roger! says Liz. I warned you, didn't I? says Roger, I warned you not to bring anyone into this house. Keep your voice down! cautions Liz. I'm fed up with your telling me what to do! he says angrily, I'm as much a member of this family as you are! She tells him if he can't... Someone has come back to destroy me, says Roger, maybe to kill me, and I'm not going to just sit here and do nothing. You say you're a Collins! shouts Liz--act like one--if there's a problem to face, examine it, look into it, but don't reject it! Shall I do as you do? he chides--hide my head and wait for it to disappear?--I'm not prepared to spend my life the way you have--sitting in this house, waiting, never going out--that's not my way, and never will be. Carolyn enters the drawing room. A beautiful speech, Uncle Roger, she says--just beautiful--but she doesn't look as if she means it.

Carolyn closes the doors and says they really should have the door soundproofed, don't you think? (if only she knew!) Just a little family discussion, Kitten, says Roger, nothing for you to worry about--why don't you go back up to bed?
I will, promises Carolyn, as soon as you answer one question--who's trying to kill you? Liz wants to know how long Carolyn has been outside the door? Not long enough or I wouldn't have to ask, says Carolyn--who is it?--Burke Devlin? Where did you hear that name from? demands Roger. It was Vicki, she mentioned it, says Carolyn. Roger exchanges looks with Liz. Did I say something wrong? asks Carolyn. Liz asks what Vicki said. Only that she told Uncle Roger that Devlin had given her a ride back from the railroad station, says Carolyn--and you almost blew a fuse, she tells her uncle. Roger walks away, to the piano, his head averted. I told her she must have been mistake, adds Carolyn, that you don't jump that easily--unless you have a good reason. She looks at him hopefully. This is not your affair, says Liz. How can you say that? asks Carolyn, if someone's trying to hurt Uncle Roger? Your mother is right, Kitten, says Roger, besides, it's nothing I can't handle myself, really. So what was all the yelling about? asks Carolyn--who is Burke Devlin, anyway? A man we used to know, says Liz, and to Roger, says, "And he's not here to harm anyone!" Roger asks Carolyn is Miss Winters is awake. With all this racket, asks Carolyn, how could she help it? I wonder if you'd mind going upstairs and asking her to come down. Roger, says Liz warningly. If Carolyn doesn't go up and bring her down, I'll do it myself, says Roger. Liz orders Carolyn to bed, now. Roger says he's quite serious about this--I intend to talk to Miss Winters tonight, one way or the other. What can you possibly expect to learn? Asks Liz. Let me be the judge of that, advises Roger. Whoa, both of you, says Carolyn. I told you to go to bed, Liz reminds her. I will, says Carolyn, but what about Vicki? Liz looks uncertain, and finally says she supposes Carolyn might as well ask Vicki to come down. Believe me, says Roger, kissing Carolyn's forehead, all I want to do is ask her a few questions. She smiles at him and says all right--she'll tell her--and she leaves the room. Roger sits down. That was a delightful exhibition, wasn't it? asks Liz sarcastically--I hope you're proud of yourself! All right, says Roger, annoyed. Just because one man wants to come back to Collinsport, she rails, one man! ALL RIGHT! yells Roger, hurrying to get another drink. Look at them, Roger, she says--lined up on the wall--she walks around, gesturing grandly to their ancestors--Isaac Collins, Jeremiah, Theodore, Benjamin--how would they handle this problem?--if there really is a problem? Roger, hands on hips, says he's going to fight every way he can--please understand this--it may be an unpleasant fact, but it's true--I'm not Isaac, or Jeremiah, or any of them--I'm me, Roger Collins, and I'm gong to fight MY way!

At least I haven't awakened you, Carolyn tells Vicki, unless you figured out a way to sleep without wrinkling the bed. Vicki asks what she wants. Uncle Roger is downstairs with my mother, says Carolyn. I know, says Vicki, having heard the fighting. He's really a very nice guy, Carolyn assures her, but he's had a rough time--you don't know how rough--a wife who. . .well, the less said about her, the better. I thought his wife was dead! says Vicki, surprised. You thought wrong, says Carolyn, and then there's David--a kid like that would make anybody's nerves pop--but you'll find out about him tomorrow. Then why tell me now? asks Vicki. Because I want you to understand Uncle Roger, says Carolyn plaintively-- like I said, he's really a very nice guy, but right now, he's a little bit upset. What are you getting at? asks Vicki. Carolyn says he wants to talk to her. Now? asks Vicki.
It's nothing to worry about, Carolyn assures her, Uncle Roger just wants to ask you a few questions--and like I already told you... I know, interrupts Vicki, he's such a nice person--but it's almost midnight. That's the point, says Carolyn--at the stroke of midnight, he turns into Dracula (!) Vicki smiles. Carolyn starts to leave, then turns to Vicki and says, "Come on, he won't bite--it won't hurt, and you might as well get it over with." The girls leave the room together. What did he want to ask me? Vicki asks as they enter the hallway. I think I'd better let him tell you that, says Carolyn--but just remember, he wouldn't hurt a fly. Are you coming with me? asks Vicki. I wish I could, says Carolyn--but I've been given my orders--bed--he's in the drawing room--I want you to know something--I'm really very glad you're here--really! Vicki smiles and walks, as if to her doom, to meet Roger. A door opens, then closes, behind her, but again, no one is there. Vicki turns around to look, but the door closes again before she can see anything. She hurries away.

Drawing room - As long as you insist on doing this, says Liz, at least let me talk to her. Roger says he doesn't care who talks to her, as long as they find out. Vicki knocks at the doors and Liz invites her in and asks her to sit down. Vicki sits on the sofa. Liz sits across from her, apologizing for disturbing her so late, but this won't take more than a moment Carolyn said Mr. Collins wanted to talk to me, says Vicki. Yes, about a man named Burke Devlin, says Liz. Oh, says Vicki. You met on the train from New York? Asks Liz. No, says Vicki. Oh, but you said you did, says Roger. Please, Roger, his sister begs. I said I met him at the Collinsport Station, says Vicki, after I got off the train--he gave me a lift to the hotel. And of course you told him you were coming here to Collinwood? encourages Liz. I saw no reason not to, says Vicki. Did he say anything about us? asks Liz. Mrs. Stoddard, I don't understand, begins Vicki. Roger reminds her that his sister asked her a question--did Burke Devlin say anything about any of them. He's wearing a sickly smile. Nothing in particular, replies Vicki. Liz asks if he told her why he came back to Collinsport. No, says Vicki. Thank you very much, says Liz, rising from he chair--I think we can all go to bed now. Oh I think not, says Roger--Miss Winters, you wouldn't mind keeping a lonely man company a while longer, would you? It's awfully late, Vicki starts to say, but Roger won't take no for an answer--five minutes, 10?--no longer, he assures her--I'm really quite a nice fellow--good night, Elizabeth, and don't worry--I promise to be on my very best behavior. Roger, says Liz, I don't like... Sleep well, dear, he says, patting Liz' back, and he sees her to the door and closes it after her. Well, he says, let's start with a nightcap, suggests Roger, but Vicki refuses. I could do with a spot of brandy, says Roger drolly, and Vicki gazes at him, puzzled.

Roger drinks his brandy and says there's nothing so satisfying as a fine brandy--you should try some, he tells Vicki. I have, it burns, she says. Roger laughs and sits down, praising the directness of youth--pain sometimes precedes pleasure, Miss Winters, or are you too young to have discovered that yet? (?!) I'd rather avoid the pain as long as possible, says Vicki. Well so would we all, he says, but tomorrow has a habit of arriving on schedule, tomorrow, Miss Winters, you will start coping with my son--he's a difficult child, you know. So I've been told, she says. He will demand all your patience and honesty--are you an honest person? I try to be, she says. Then why, he asks, were you less than frank about your contact with Burke Devlin? I beg your pardon? she demands. How much time did you spend with him? quizzes Roger. Fifteen minutes at most! says Vicki, but... Fifteen minutes--and he knew you were coming here? asks Roger. I've already told you, says Vicki. Miss Winters, chides Roger, do you expect me to believe he expressed no opinion or attitude about any of us? I don't like being cross-examined, she objects. And I don't blame you, he says, but all I want to know is, did Burke Devlin say anything at all about any of us? Why is it so important? she asks. He's a dangerous man, says Roger, with an insincere smile--let it go at that--I just want to know how dangerous--please? Well, he did seem to know all of you, she admits, and his memories weren't very fond ones. What did he say? asks Roger. It wasn't anything he specifically said, says Vicki, it was more like an attitude--the tone of his voice when he spoke of Collinwood--he even tried to talk me out of coming here. He did--why? asks Roger. He didn't give any reason, he just seemed to think it would be a good place to stay away from, she says. Because of him, because of something he might do? probes Roger. I've already told you, says Vicki, growing somewhat exasperated. Did he mention my name at all? asks Roger. No, she says. Are you sure? he asks. Of course I'm sure, says Vicki. Roger rises to his feet, drink in hand, and says that there's much more to it that she's not telling him. That's not true, she says. He knew that I was living here now, didn't he? demands Roger, growing agitated. How do I know? asks Vicki shrilly. Why did you take that train from New York? He asks, twice--you could have flown to Bangor? Because it was cheaper, says Vicki. Do you think Burke Devlin has to worry about saving money? asks Roger angrily. How should I know? asks Vicki. He's a rich man, a very rich man, says Roger, becoming more upset--why do you think he would take that long train ride from New York?
I don't know, maybe he doesn't like flying, suggests Vicki. Maybe because he knew YOU were gong to be on that train! accuses Roger. That's absolutely ridiculous! cries Vicki. A stranger enters this house for the first time in 18 years, says Roger, and she arrives on the same train as Burke Devlin--are you trying to tell me that it's only a coincidence? Vicki rises, shaking her head, telling him she isn't trying to tell him anything, only that she never heard about Burke Devlin until he was kind enough to give me ride from the station to the hotel--I don't know anything more than that, and now if you'll excuse me. . .she runs to the door to leave. Miss Winters, wait, says Roger. For what? she asks, so you can shout at me, question me, accuse me of dishonesty?--I've told you all I know--and now I'd like to go to my room and get some sleep, because I MAY want to take that early train in the morning. She opens the door and leaves, closing it behind her and leaning against it for a few moments. We hear the clock striking as Vicki goes upstairs to the safety of her room. 2 AM - Vicki lies asleep, resting her head on one arm. She awakens to an odd sound, startled perhaps from a bad dream, then settles back down against the pillow. She hears a woman crying and sits up, then climbs out of bed and into slippers and puts on her robe. She hears voices, too, and leaves her room to follow the sound. Vicki goes downstairs and walks slowly through the foyer, hearing the sobbing voice growing louder. She opens the drawing room doors and walks inside, looking around--but no one is there. Vicki leaves the drawing room, closing the door behind her and sees someone standing in the shadows on the stairs. Who's that? asks Vicki. A little boy with a Beatle haircut, in a robe and robe, walks downstairs and into Vicki's view. Fine thing, frightening a new friend, says Vicki, with a sigh of relief.
He stares at her, not speaking, coming downstairs. What's the matter, David, cat got your tongue? She asks with a smile. "I HATE YOU!" he says.

NOTES: David starts out as quite the sweetheart, telling Vicki that he hates her! After having the fight with Roger, it's no wonder Vicki is thinking of leaving--will this seal the deal as far as she's concerned?

As you can see, Roger is different from the man we came to know and love. Here he's one of the main leads of the show, which pretty much revolves around him and Liz. Don't you love the way Carolyn is ordered to bed, as if she's eight? She must be at least 18, I would guess--and Liz already wants to marry her off?

Amazing how Roger interrogated poor Vicki. It wasn't anything less than that. He must not think much of people if he is all ready to accuse this girl of lying and subterfuge. He must be guilty of those things himself, I would think. I also wasn't sure what to make of that pleasure/pain comment he made to Vicki, but it sounded rather...dirty. But maybe that's just me.

Carolyn almost seems to have a crush on Uncle Roger, doesn't she? Weird. She keeps telling Vicki what a nice man he is, but he sure didn't prove that by Vicki!

Whose crying did Vicki hear? I am truly in the dark about these shows, since I haven't seen them in over 35 years. Gad, it actually was chilling to hear that sobbing and watch Vicki trying to seek out its source. DS rarely scared me in the latter years, but these early shows do have an eerie, late-night-scary-movie quality about them.

Love, Robin

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Re: #0003/0004: Robservations 05/18/01: Fears About Burke
« Reply #1 on: October 11, 2010, 05:57:41 PM »
The Pain/pleasure question sounded like Roger was trying to find out if Victoria was still  a virgin.

That's the impression I got.

And I agree about Carolyn being treated like a  child, but she is somewhat "child like" don't you think?

That's probably why Elizabeth wants to marry her off to a guy like Joe Haskell.

Who seems to be quite dependable, stable and would take care of her daughter.

Young David sure knows how to make a guest feel welcome, doesn't he?

Then again, a few folks in Collinsport seem to have that special gift.

Roger grilled poor Vicky like she stole the Lindberg baby.

Maggie called her a jerk.

Ah yes, great town to make friends.

I think the crying  Victoria  heard was Elizabeth.

Boom Mike ANYONE?
My name is Victoria Winters, my journey is just beginning.

A journey that I hope will open the doors of life to me and link my  past with my future.  A journey that will bring me to a strange and dark place.  To the edge of the sea, high atop Widow's Hill, to a place called Collingwood.