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Episode #5 - The night has passed, says Victoria, a night touched with a fear I had never known before.

Vicki has placed her suitcase on the bed. Carolyn knocks, asking her to "unlock the tower." When Vicki lets her in, Carolyn offers coffee, then spots the suitcase. What's going on here? asks Carolyn--Victoria Winters, you're quitting, aren't you? Vicki looks guilty and says she is. You've only been here one night! objects Carolyn. Seems I can't take it, admits Vicki. And here I thought I'd found a friend, says Carolyn, disappointed, but no one knows that better than I. I'll take you up on that coffee, says Vicki. The first and last breakfast at Collinwood, announces Carolyn, leading her out--I'm going to miss you, we could have been good friends. Maybe you can come visit me in New York, suggests Vicki. Are you sure you want to do this? asks Carolyn--I know how difficult it was last night. You don't know, says Vicki, but let's get that coffee. Carolyn stops her and reminds her she hasn't even met David yet--give them a chance. You're wrong, says Vicki, I did meet him--and she walks off without another word. A door opens and David comes out, gazing after the retreating Carolyn and Vicki. He goes into the latter's room and closes the door behind him.

David stares at Vicki's suitcase, his eyes filled with anger. He stands on the window seat and opens the window, looks out for a moment, then closes it. "Mother," he says sadly. "Mother."
Then he looks at and traces the initials VW on Vicki's suitcase. He begins to rub them off, viciously banging his fist against it after he's succeeded in making the stick-on letters fall off.

Kitchen (yes, they do have one!) - Vicki describes to Carolyn how frightening it was to see that small white form at the top of the stairs, to talk up to it, and hear just three little words: "I hate you!" Vicki carries a plate of toast to the table. And that's when you decided to leave, says Carolyn. It wasn't just David, says Vicki, it was everything--your uncle last night... I told you, says Carolyn, once you get to know him... I know, he's charming and pleasant, says Vicki--and terrified--and maybe I am, too--that sobbing I heard last night. What sobbing? asks Carolyn, coffee cup poised at her lips. Vicki explains it was about 2 AM--didn't Carolyn hear it? No, says the other girl. I came downstairs because it woke me, says Vicki, I heard it all around me--I went into the living room and there was no one there. Maybe you were dreaming, says Carolyn. Roger, in a chipper mood (he seems to have multiple personalities to me), enters, carrying the mail, bidding "you lovely people" a good morning. He kisses Carolyn's cheek and calls her "kitten"; she pronounces his kiss delicious and offers him some of her lousy coffee. Roger looks at the mail and says he doesn't have time, he must get into town--how are you? he asks Vicki.
Very well, thank you, she says formally. Vicki's sore at you, says Carolyn, sipping her coffee. Maybe a letter from home will help cheer her up a bit, says Roger, handing Vicki an envelope--ties with the past always make the future looks brighter. Vicki thanks him. Roger apologizes for last night--he had a bit of a shock and took it out on her--he's dreadfully sorry, and hopes she will forgive him--please say you will, he teases, or I'll throw myself off the cliff! Vicki chuckles and says he doesn't give her much choice, does he? We're friends then, good, says Roger--by the way, has anyone seen David around this morning, he wasn't in his room. Lucky you, remarks Carolyn. If you see him, says Roger, give him a kick for me (What kind of father is this?), there's a good girl. Vicki asks him if he heard any sobbing last night. Vicki said she heard someone crying about two in the morning, says Carolyn. Roger thinks that over, looks at Vicki and says, "Dreams...nothing but dreams." He bids them a good breakfast and goes. You see, says Carolyn, are you going to leave us just because of a dream? Vicki looks uncertain.

David has apparently replaced the initials on Vicki's suitcase, but, his gestures angry, he begins taking her clothing from the dresser and stuffing it into the suitcase.

Good news?--bad news?--anything important? Carolyn asks Vicki, who is reading her letter? Vicki says just news--the children all miss her--I'll just have time for a good long look at the view before I go upstairs and get packed. You're chicken, says Carolyn. I suppose I am, says Vicki. What kind of person comes all the way up here from New York, just to spend one night, then gives up? demands Carolyn. It was the most frightening night of my life, says Vicki, don't forget that. Hurt, Carolyn leaps from her chair and says OK, if you're really going, then hurry up about it! Vicki stands, too, and goes over to her, reminding her that yesterday, she told her to go. That was just talk, says Carolyn--oh, Vicki, I'll go out of my mind if I don't have somebody in this place... ! Vicki says if she hates it here, why doesn't she leave? Maybe I will, someday, says Carolyn--you don't know how lucky you are! Don't ever envy me, advises Vicki. Why not--when you can just pick up your bag and get out of here? asks Carolyn--you go home to a normal family, while I... Do you know where this letter came from? asks Vicki, picking it up--here--look at it, go ahead. Carolyn takes it and reads. Sure, they miss me, and I miss them, says Vicki--all 152 of them--but there isn't one of them who wouldn't give 10 years of her life to know who she is and where she comes from. OK, so you worked in a foundling home, says Carolyn--what does that have to do with it? Yes, I worked in a foundling home, says Vicki, taking back her letter, and I lived there, too, every year of my life. This startles Carolyn. That's right, says Vicki, I'm one of those kids--you know what my family was?--a cardboard box, and a piece of paper with 10 words written on it--"Her name is Victoria--I cannot take care of her." I'm sorry, says Carolyn, shaking her head, I didn't know. That's the thing about families, says Vicki, you just don't know how important they are. But couldn't you. . .I mean haven't you ever tried to find out anything? asks Carolyn. I never stop trying, says Vicki, I was even crazy enough to come up here on the chance I might find an answer--but that's over with now. Why Collinsport? asks Carolyn. Vicki sits down and explains that the foundling home was sent $50 in cash every month, the letters started coming when she was two and kept coming every single month until she was 16--none of them were signed. That doesn't make sense, says Carolyn. It didn't make sense when your mother offered me this job, either, says Vicki--I'd never heard of her, or Collinsport--everyone thought me crazy to come up here. Then why did you? asks Carolyn. The postmark on the letters was Bangor, Maine, says Vicki, which is only 50 miles from Collinsport.
Oh, Vicki, that's a real stretch, points out Carolyn. When you're as desperate as I am, says Vicki, you'll grab for anything, so, don't envy me--you know where you belong, and who you are--and your name is more than just a season when you were dropped on the most convenient doorstep. Winters? asks Carolyn--Victoria Winters--I'd never have figured that one out. Yes, smiles Vicki--that's the sad story of my life, and the reason I came up here--and to pay you back for listening, I'll do the dishes--and she starts clearing the table. (Very domestic!) Carolyn looks after her, disappointed.

David is still throwing Vicki's clothing into her suitcase. He takes her dresses, hangers and all, from the closet and tosses them in, too, then takes her purse and opens it, searching.
He looks outside and sees Vicki walking over the flagstones and down the stairs.

She stands on Widows' Hill, looking down. A grizzled-looking middle-aged man approaches her and touches her arm.
Go home, Miss, he says--go back to New York. Resigned, Vicki asks him who he is. That's a good question, he says, one I've been trying to figure out all my life--who am I?--who are any of us?--why are we here in this green, ugly world?--your name is Victoria Winters. How do you know? she asks. When I man has cruised along these cliffs as long as I have, he says, gazed out to sea, feasted his eyes on the beauty about him and fastened his ears to the keyhole of society, he knows a great deal--you arrived last night in Collinsport, driven to the hotel by a dark, hungry man, and a taxi brought you here. Who are you, anyway? demands Vicki. Go home, he says again, once you've told Roger Collins I'm here, pack your things and go home--you will tell him, won't you? I can't, says Vicki, he's not here. Are you sure? he asks. He went to town about half an hour ago, she says. Did he say where he was going? the man asks. No, just into town, she says. Did he say when he was coming back? the man inquires anxiously. No, he didn't, she says. He'll be back, he says, and when he does, I want you to tell him I was here--tell him Sam wandered along the shore last night and came to Widows' Hill this morning. I don't know if there will be enough time, she says. Tell only him, says Sam, no one else--not another soul in that ghost-ridden house of tears. She asks what he means by that, and he replies that that's simple--you break a heart, it cries--but eternal and true--you've heard of Josette Collins?--this is where she stood--brought here from France as the bride of the man that built that house--he built it for her, gave it to her--but he couldn't give her peace--the townspeople hated her because she was a stranger--her husband's family hated her, because she was different--even the house hated her--so she would cry herself to sleep night after night, and then one day--this is where she stood--that's where she jumped--he nods toward the sea. How horrible! says Vicki passionately. House of tears, says Sam--some quiet night, if you listen real carefully, you can hear her crying her heart out with loneliness. But I...begins Vicki, then says, what I mean is, that's impossible. You heard it, guesses Sam. No, insists Vicki, of course not, there's no such thing as ghosts. But there are, he chuckles, both living and dead. Vicki closes her eyes and shakes her head, saying she doesn't believe in them. They exist, all right, he says, what do you say about Mrs. Stoddard--she hasn't been out of that house in 18 years!--is she anymore than a ghost?--they exist all right, as she does--they cry out as she does--they walk those halls and haunt it, as she does--tell Roger Collins that I was here--tell him and no one else--and Sam leaves the hill. Vicki holds her collar closed against the wind.

Vicki returns to the house
(these outdoor shots are astounding!)

Carolyn, depressed, irons a blouse. Vicki comes in and Carolyn says she thought she'd be packed and gone by now. Vicki asks her why she didn't tell her about her mother. I thought you knew about my mother, says Carolyn--everyone else in town does--but you live with it, and there it is--she hasn't been off the hill since six months before I was born--but as you say, I'm lucky--I have a family. (This does not jive with later history, either; Carolyn was two when Paul Stoddard left.) Why does she do it? asks Vicki. Because of my dad, says Carolyn, he left, you know, took off, 18 years ago--and my mother, being a sensible woman, decided to do the natural thing--wait for him--and where do you wait?--at the house--logical, isn't it? You mean she's never been out, really never? asks Vicki. Slamming down the iron, Carolyn says look, why don't you just go home and stop bothering me? Vicki looks at her with sympathy and says sure--I'm sorry. She leaves the kitchen. Carolyn, in tears, turns and runs after her.
Vicki heads towards her room. Carolyn chases down the hallway after her, saying she just had a thought--18 years, he's been gone 18 years--the money!--the money you said was sent to you--it started coming 18 years ago--maybe there's a connection! Vicki shakes her head and says now who's stretching? Isn't it possible? asks Carolyn desperately--you came up here on a wild chase, maybe it means something and maybe not--are you going to leave before you have a chance to find out? I don't know, says Vicki--but thanks for thinking about it. Carolyn smiles and leaves.

Vicki enters her room and finds her suitcase on her bed, her clothing shoved in helter-skelter. She hears David's voice, piping, "Her name is Victoria--I cannot take care of her." David steps out into the window seat and faces her. She starts to ask how he... He again repeats the contents of the note found with her, and hands it to her, chanting it over and over.
Where did you get that? demands Vicki, but he relentlessly chants the note's contents. She chases after him, ordering him to give her back the note, but he backs away from her, forcing her to chase him, the note behind his back. Give it to me! she screams, right now! He crumbles it up and throws it at her feet. Why did you do that? she asks. I wanted to, he retorts, his face furious. Why? she asks--do you want me to go home? They do, says David--the widows, they told me to send you home. What widows?--I don't know what you're talking about, says Vicki, upset. You're just like the rest of them, he accuses, nobody ever listens to me--nobody! He runs from he room. She stands there, looks down at the crumpled paper, and says, aloud, "Her name is Victoria. I cannot take care of her."

Vicki stares out the window. Carolyn enters, surveys the mess on the bed, and asks what happened here. "David," Vicki tells her. He's on your side, huh? quips Carolyn--looks like he wants you to go home, too--but he sure doesn't know how to pack. Vicki says she's been thinking. I know, says Carolyn--enough is enough. No, says Vicki, about the money and the 18 years. Way, way out, says Carolyn--I know--I guess it's just me trying to hold onto a friend. It is pretty far-fetched, admits Vicki. You're right, says Carolyn. And I'd be a fool to keep on staying here, says Vicki. You're right about that, too, agrees Carolyn. If I go, says Vicki, then all I have is this--she holds up the note. Maybe you'll think of another angle someday, says Carolyn. Maybe I will, says Vicki, holding the note
--Carolyn, help me put those things away--I'm going to stay. You bet! exults Carolyn, delighted.

NOTES: So now we know Vicki's sad story. We've met Sam Evans, philosopher, who is looking for Roger and tells Vicki the story of Josette Collins (well, one of the stories, anyway, we will hear variations). We have met David, a sad, angry, violent little boy who misses his mother, believes in ghostly widows and does whatever he can to make Vicki know how much he wants her to go. Yet she feels needed, too, and perhaps feels that she will need them. Carolyn is surely desperate for companionship her own age, so much so that she was miserable at Vicki's decision to leave and thrilled when she made up her mind to stay. Is Vicki crazy? She's been there one night and is already terrified!


Episode #6 - Vicki's intro tells us that she knows she should go, but has decided to search, hope and wait.

Vicki ventures down into the cold, dark basement, calling to David, begging him to answer her. She bangs on a locked door, telling him it's silly to hide--there's nothing to be frightened of. She hears footsteps coming downstairs. A man appears, gazing at her malevolently.

The man and Vicki stare at each other. She asks what he wants.
He approaches her, carrying a fireplace poker, which he brandishes like a weapon. He checks the lock on the door Vicki was banging on and asks what she was doing down here--who are you? Now just a minute, she protests, I wasn't doing anything... I asked you a question, Miss, he says, and you better answer me--who are you and what are you doing in the basement of this house? I wasn't snooping around, Vicki assures him. He takes her wrist and orders her to tell him the truth. You're hurting me! protests Vicki, trying to wrench her arm free. You want to hurt Mrs. Stoddard, don't you? demands the man. No! says Vicki. Suddenly Liz appears and says, "Matthew, what are you doing?" Vicki runs to her and says this crazy man... Liz asks him what's happening down here. I tried to explain, says Vicki. Just a minute, says Liz--Matthew? She was snooping around here, ma'am, says Matthew. Vicki, rubbing her wrist, asks who this man is. Liz tells her Matthew works for her--what was she doing? she asks him. Well, ma'am, he says, I was upstairs getting ready to clean out the fireplaces when I heard a noise in the basement. I was looking for David, explains Vicki. Liz looks at Vicki. Go on, says Matthew. So I figured I'd better go see what was the trouble, says Matthew, I got to the head of the stairs, there she was, trying to get in that room. I thought David might have been hiding in there, says Vicki. Liz looks at her and tells her sternly that it's only a storeroom, and always locked--no one can get in there. She sure looked like she was trying, accuses Matthew, and knowing how you feel about people snooping around, strangers. Miss winters is not a stranger, says Liz, she'll be living with us from now on. He looks startled, and asks what she will be doing. I think you'd better go upstairs and finish your work, says Liz. Yes, ma'am, he says, and leaves. What's the matter with that man, why does he act like that? asks Vicki. Because he found you someplace you weren't supposed to be, says Liz. But I was looking for David, says Vicki. Why in the basement? Asks Liz. I wanted to get started with the lessons and I couldn't find him anywhere, says Vicki. I'm positive he wouldn't come down here, says Liz. I've looked everywhere else, says Vicki, and then I thought I heard a noise down here. Liz asks Vicki to wait upstairs for her in the drawing room--there are a few things they should discuss. Of course, says Vicki, heading upstairs. I'll be up in a few minutes, Liz promises--you might check David's room again. Once Vicki is gone, Liz goes to the door and checks the padlock.
She takes out a key and is about to unlock the door when she hears a sound. She investigates and finds David hiding, all scrunched up, inside a crate. He looks up at her.

David is now out of the crate. David, asks Liz, why won't you look at me?--I thought you and I were friends--why were you hiding down here? He looks sad. I wanted to, he says. But you know you're not supposed to come down to the basement, she reminds him. He looks up at her. You're going to hit me, aren't you? he asks belligerently.
Of course not, she says. That's what my father would do, he says resentfully. Not while you live in this house, he won't, says Liz. He's your brother, says David, that makes it his house, too, doesn't it? She sits down and tells him it's very complicated--she doesn't like people roaming around down here and he knows it--he might knock something over and hurt himself--and she wouldn't want that to happen. SHE would, says David--why did you have to bring her up here, anyway? Miss Winters? asks Liz--were you really hiding from her?--is that why you came down here? You wouldn't understand, he says. Miss Winters is a very nice person, says Liz. She wants to hurt me, says David. That's ridiculous, insists Liz. I knew you'd say that! he says. But it is ridiculous, says Liz, she has absolutely no reason to hurt you. She wants to spy on me and find out things, says David. Stop that this instant, orders Liz. She was snooping around down here, says David, just like Matthew said. I don't believe that, says Liz. David says it's true. David, she says, putting her arms around him--poor David. She strokes his hair.

Vicki enters the drawing room, where Matthew is tending to the fireplace. She doesn't say anything. He tells her his name is Morgan, Matthew Morgan, as if he's in the army. Winters, Victoria Winters, she replies in a similar voice, her back to him. He looks at her, and she tells him she hopes they can be friends. He observers her dolefully. What's so sacred about the basement? She asks, smiling. Mrs. Stoddard don't want no one poking around down there, he says--what will you be doing around here, anyway? Taking care of David, mostly, she says, tutoring him, helping out wherever I can. Are you going to stay? he asks. Any reason why I shouldn't? she counters. He takes the bucket. You're very fond of Mrs. Stoddard, aren't you? she asks. A-yuh, he says, sounding like a Maine man. You've know her for a long time, says Vicki. Another assenting A-yuh from Matthew. And her husband, did you know him? asks Vicki. Why should you be asking about him? Matthew asks. Vicki says she heard the story of how he left her 18 years ago and how she stayed here on the hill ever since--and I wondered what kind of a man he was--if she's been waiting for him all these years, hoping he'll come back...he must have been quite a man. I don't know nothing about him, says Matthew, surly, but I do know Mrs. Stoddard's a great lady--and don't you forget it! I think she's very nice, says Vicki. He tells her to come to the window. She follows him there. Out there behind them trees where you can't see it is my house, he explains, she gave it to me--gave it for as long as I live--that's what kind of woman she is. That's wonderful, says Vicki. And she give me this job, too, for the rest of my life, she said--do you know what I was doing before?--sweeping out the floors of the cannery--wondering whether I'd be spending the rest of my days in that stink!--then she offered me this house, and the job and I've been here ever since--18 years and I've never been inside that cannery again. Vicki notes this--have you always been the only one working here? They used to have a lot of servants, but they're all gone, all of them, he says--maids, chauffeur, gardeners, all of them. Why did they leave? asks Vicki. She fired them, he says, every last one of 'em, that was just before I come here--that was the last day her husband left. He leaves the window and she follows him. Why did she do that? asks Vicki. Miss, I live out there, I do the heavy work around the place, I take care of the gardens and I mind my business, says Morgan
--I hope you can do the same! Vicki looks perturbed.

Basement - I knew it was here, somewhere, says Liz, finding an old book, pretty dusty, too, it ought to be, it's been here over 20 years--here, have a look at it--the Rover Boys--I think you'll like it. She hands the book to David, and he glances through it. I have a whole crate of them, his aunt says, I'll have Matthew take them up to your room. What is it about? asks David. Adventure stories, says Liz--they belonged to your father when he was your age. David says he doesn't want them, and puts the book down. Oh, David, sighs Liz. Can't I go upstairs now? he asks. If you want to, she says, resigned--David, your father loves you, you know that. No, he doesn't, replies the little boy--he hates me. What makes you think that? asks Liz. He told me, says David (oh, how awful!)--Aunt Elizabeth, why does she have to stay? Won't you tell me why you're so afraid of Miss Winters? she asks. You wouldn't understand, sighs David. That's what you said before, says Liz--why don't you try me? Why doesn't my mother come back? asks David. Your mother's not well, says Liz, you know that. I'll bet as long as Miss Winters is here, says David, she'll never come back! Is that what you think? Asks Liz--that Miss winters will keep you away from your mother? David starts to hurry away, not wanting to answer, but Liz stops him, taking his thin shoulders in her hands--just listen to me, she says--the last thing Miss Winters would want is to keep a child away from his parents--and do you know why?--because she knows what it's like to be without a mother and father--she was brought up in an orphanage, and she was a very lonely child. How do you know? he asks. I know, is all she'll say.

Drawing room - Vicki sits on the sofa and reads AMERICA SAILS THE SEAS. Carolyn comes in, coat over her arm, and says those were the days--the ships that built this house!--I might write a book about it someday--have you seen my mother? The last I saw, she was in the basement, reveals Vicki. You didn't get a chance to talk to her, did you? asks Carolyn eagerly. About what? asks Vicki. About what? she says, exclaims Carolyn--what's the use of my having bright ideas if you don't do anything about them? The money, you mean, says Vicki--well, I can't come right out and say it! Why not? asks Carolyn--and quotes: "'Mrs. Stoddard, 18 years ago, money started coming to the orphanage for me--no one knows who sent it or why--and I just found out it was just about the time Carolyn's father disappeared--is there any connection?'"-just like that--easy! And ridiculous, says Vicki, smiling. No more ridiculous than your coming all the way up here to take care of a kookie kid--you took one big step, you might as well take two! Liz enters. Carolyn greets her mother, saying she was just looking for her. Liz says she's sorry to keep Vicki waiting, but she was having a long talk with David. You found him, says Vicki. In the basement, says Liz--she turns to Carolyn and asks her if she was about to go somewhere. Carolyn giggles and says it sounds like a signal meaning get lost. The phone rings. Liz tells her daughter if she doesn't mind, she'd like to talk to Miss Winters. When Liz goes to answer the phone, Carolyn says, "It's your chance, Vicki--grab it!" Liz tells Carolyn it's Joe Haskell--why doesn't she take it in the hall? OK, says Carolyn--oh, by the way, I was about to drive into town--do either of you want anything? Liz says no, Vicki says no thanks. Remember, says Carolyn, if you do want anything, you have to do something about it--see you. (Hint, hint.) Liz closes the doors and says, "Well, now, Miss Winters, I think we have a great many things to discuss."

Carolyn, on the phone in the hall with Joe, chuckles and asks him why he can't tell her now--she doesn't understand--sure, if it's important--oh, she's fine, having a little conference at the moment.

Drawing room - When I brought you here, says Liz, the main purpose as you know was to help with David, but it won't work if he's afraid of you. There's no reason, says Vicki. There is, in his mind, points out Liz, so it's up to all of us, especially you, to convince him he's wrong--he's had a very difficult life--his mother is...away...and will probably be away for some time--that's why David and his father came here to live--he was--is--very attached to his mother, and for some reason he sees you as a threat--I told him you knew what it was like to be separated from parents. Yes, agrees Vicki--I've been meaning to ask you about that--how much do you really know about me? I don't understand, says Liz. I don't know anything about myself, says Vicki--all I know is the name on a slip of paper pinned to a cardboard box--and the foundling home where that box was left--it's not much of a past, is it, Mrs. Stoddard? I suppose not, agrees Liz. "Her name is Victoria--I cannot take care of her," says Vicki--that's what the note said--and someone left it there, and someone also sent fifty dollars every month to help pay for my care. I see, says Liz--do you know who it was? No, says Vicki, all I know is, the money started coming just about 18 years ago. Why are you telling me all this? asks Liz. I suppose because so much seemed to have happened here just 18 years ago, says Vicki. That's true, says Liz, a great deal happened--a very great deal--you're asking a good many questions. Not really, says Vicki--everyone in town seems to know about Carolyn's father. I suppose they do, says Liz, and they love to talk, don't they--all of them--well, he left me 18 years ago, but I assure you there's no connection between that and your--how shall I put it--your monthly allowance. Then why am I here? persists Vicki. I thought that was clear, says Liz--to take care of David. I mean why me? asks Vicki--I was in the foundling home in New York and I suddenly got a letter from you offering me this job. I've already explained that, says Liz--my brother knew someone in the home--you were recommended--he was told you were very good with children. Do you know who told him that? asks Vicki. Does it matter? asks Liz. Yes, says Vicki, I'd like to send a note of thanks. I really don't think that will be necessary, says Liz. Why, because there is no such person? asks Vicki (you go, girl!) I don't like your town, says Liz, nor do I like this interrogation! I'm sorry, says Vicki, I didn't mean to be rude--but it's so important to me! Perhaps it is, says Liz, but so is a simple matter of trust
--I'm telling you I know absolutely nothing about you, Miss Winters, except for the fact someone at the Hammond Foundling Home recommended you highly to my brother--those are the facts and I'll have to ask you to accept them--now if you'll excuse me, I have a number of other things to do. She leaves the room. Vicki closes the doors and picks up the phone, dialing the operator. She starts to place a collect call to the foundling home, but Carolyn interrupts, and she cancels the call. Yelling for help? asks Carolyn. No, says Vicki--can you still give me that ride downtown? The privacy of a phone booth, guesses Carolyn. No, says Vicki, I just want to pick up a few things. I want to help you, says Carolyn, but I'm not going--that call from Joe--he wants to see Mother and me--he's coming here in about an hour. Is there any other way I can get downtown? asks Vicki. There should be a bus going by in about half an hour, says Carolyn, but it's a long walk down. Vicki thanks her. Carolyn asks how things went with her mother. Vicki says she doesn't know--yet--and leaves the room. Carolyn looks disappointed.

As Vicki comes hurrying downstairs, Carolyn asks her if she knows how to drive. Told yes, she suggests Vicki save herself some walking and offers her the keys to her car--but watch the curbs going downhill, she warns--they sneak up on you. Vicki takes the keys and promises to be careful. Happy hunting, says Carolyn, and Vicki leaves.
Liz exits the kitchen and asks if someone just came in. No, says Carolyn, it was just one of our ghosts--starting to rattle around a bit. And she gives her mother an odd look.

NOTES: Carolyn and Vicki both wear sleeveless dresses with big buttons that do NOT flatter either of them.

David thinks his father hates him, and it appears that Roger does. He calls him monster and indicates it's best when he's sleeping. What's the story with David's mother? He doesn't really have either of his parents, so in a way, he's as orphaned as Vicki. She surely understands how he feels. Liz is good to him, but there's apparently a lot of damage to undo.

What is Joe's big surprise? Did he accept Burke's offer of the down payment for that boat?

Is Liz telling Vicki the truth? Does she really know nothing about her, or does she know everything about her? Even when I saw the very first show, I thought how much Vicki and Liz resemble each other.

Lots of weird characters here--first we meet Sam, philosopher, wanderer, now gruff, protective Matthew Morgan, whose dedication to Liz borders on obsession. He seems to know something about that locked room in the basement, but whether he does or not, he DOES know Liz doesn't want anyone snooping around down there.

David Henesy is already a wonderful child actor, bringing David Collins to vivid life. His head looks too big for his body and his piping little voice is so sad as he expounds on his feelings about his parents.

Love, Robin

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Re: #0005/0006: Robservations 05/21/01: Vicki Makes Her Decision
« Reply #1 on: October 11, 2010, 06:56:18 PM »
David looks like Billy Mummy, kept waiting for him to wish Victoria to the cornfield.

Sam Evans is a colorful character, want to see more of him.

Anyone else catch the goof with Vicki's suitcase

David rubbed off the Initials, but they magically reappear when he's packing her things.

So Matthew been  working at Collingwood for 18 yrs, after Elizabeth fired all the house staff.

And the husband left.

Interesting.....

Wonder what Joe wants to discuss with Carolyn and her mother?
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.