1140 - Collinwood - Why did you call me Miranda? Valerie asks Gerard. Distracted, he says, I must have mistaken you for someone else. You knew someone named Miranda? she asks. No, he says, as a matter of fact, I didn't. Then I still can't understand why you said it! she says. Gerard walks away from her, sets down his glass and starts to leave the room. Who are you, Mr. Stiles? she asks--I know you don't live here. I'm a friend of Quentin's, he says, I live at Rose Cottage. I apologize for disturbing you, he says, bowing, and leaves the house. She sits down on the sofa, shaky, once again hearing Gerard say, "Your name was once Miranda, wasn't it!" Miranda--how long it's been since anyone called me that, she says, almost 150 years. "Miranda!" she hears first Gerard, then another man, say; we are transported back in time 150 years, where a very youthful-looking Angelique is being chastised by a man--Amadeus Collins, a judge--in a courtroom--"Wittingly or unwittingly," he says, "you have done Satan's bidding--you realize that the penalty for your sins is death." Yes sir, I know that, she says, trembling. And yet, Amadeus continues, you refuse to bear witness against Judah Zachary. I told you my reasons! she cries. "A curse upon your reasons!" he retorts, banging his fist repeatedly on the table for emphasis. "This man is a warlock, the living embodiment of Lucifer himself--he's depraved and evil!--his acts of sorcery are legendary--he MUST be condemned--and it is your Christian duty to tell this tribunal all you know about him!" I want to, she says, but I can't because I'm afraid of what will happen! You have nothing to fear in this courtroom, he assures her, you will stand here (he points to a podium), draped in the protective cloak of the Almighty--think of it, my child, think of the golden opportunity God has given you--he is willing to forgive your own sins--you will be immune from persecution, and given safe escort out of this country!--but only if you cooperate in helping us dispatch Judah Zachary back to the hell from whenst he came!--if you refuse, you will take his place in the prisoner's dock. Angelique/Miranda looks at him, walks away, leans against the judges' desk and says, "I want to do what's right, but even if I try, I won't be able to--when I look into Judah's eyes, I'm helpless!"
The Tribunal shall forbid him to look at you, Amadeus assures her, or you at him!--he puts his hand on her shoulder--"The decision is yours--do you want your neck on the block?" She sinks to her knees, her hands on him, begging, "No!" Do you want to rot in hell? he demands. No, no! wails Miranda. Will you stand with God? he shouts, gazing down at her--will you stand against Satan, will you, Miranda, will you? Yes, she says, yes! Then say you will take the stand and testify against Judah Zachary! he insists. Miranda, a determined look on her face, says, "I will take the stand and testify against Judah Zachary." The scene changes. Judah Zachary, his face covered by a black mask, chained, stands in the courtroom. Here ye, here ye, declares Amadeus Collins, on this fifth day of November in the year of our lord 1692, the citizens' tribunal is now in session--we will continue the proceedings against Judah Zachary, who is here charged with the most heinous crime of witchcraft!--the tribunal summons as a witness against the accused, Miranda Duval. At the sound of her name, Judah makes a violent movement of fury. Continuing her testimony, Miranda explains, the incident involving Andrew Bronson occurred soon after that. What did the accused have against Andrew Bronson? Amadeus asks, and I ask all the questions of the witness. Andrew Bronson had discovered Judah's strange practices, says Miranda. You mean his acts of witchcraft? Yes, she says--he had threatened to go to the authorities. And was that not the night that Judah Zachary summoned you to his house? Yes, it was, says Miranda. Tell the Tribunal what transpired in his house that night. Judah was very angry, she says--he believed Andrew Bronson to be a man of his word--he said that he had a way of preventing him from going to the authorities. It was the devil's way, was it not? Yes, confesses Miranda, agitated. The courtroom explodes in chatter (no people, just noise). I didn't believe it at first, she says. But you found out later that he meant what he said? asks Amadeus. Yes, and it was horrible, she says. Tell us what Judah Zachary did, bids Amadeus. First, she says, he gathered together some sticks, and placed them in the shape of a house. Andrew Bronson's house? Yes, she says, and then he set fire to the sticks, and as they burned, Judah Zachary paid homage to Satan--in just a few moments, I heard people screaming outside that Andrew Bronson's house was in flames, and all the people in the village ran to try to save the Bronson family. But we all know that they couldn't be saved! No, says Miranda sadly. Andrew Bronson, his wife and two children died in the holocaust, victims of a savage, evil mind!--and now, Miranda, tell us of his warning to you. She looks fearfully over at Zachary. Speak up, my child, encourages Amadeus. Judah Zachary warned me if I ever revealed anything I'd seen, she says, that I would be forced to watch the destruction of all those I loved--he told me he was a disciple of Lucifer's and that he'd been invested with powers greater than any human being has ever possessed. And when you invoked the name of the Almighty, what did he say? He said that God is dead! cries Miranda--long live Lucifer! "She lies!" shouts Judah--"She lies to save her own neck! I command you to tell them the truth--you came to my house of your own volition!--TELL THEM THE TRUTH!" Miranda covers her ears, not wanting to hear Zachary's words. The gavel comes down--thank you for your invaluable testimony--you may step down now, and may the Lord be with you. She leaves the witness box, walking past Judah, swaying her pretty hips. The tribunal asks Judah, do you have anything to say before the verdict is set? Judah is silent. "Judah Zachary, you have been charged with the crime of witchcraft on 109 counts--and this tribunal has found you guilty on each and every one--you will be sentenced to death in a manner prescribed by this tribunal, at a later date! The courtroom goes wild. I hereby end these proceedings..." No! roars Zachary, this is not the end! You cannot kill me, you may try, but you will not succeed--death is merely an extension of life--Judah Zachary will live on and he will have his revenge!" He takes off his mask, revealing his face--wild hair, cruel, penetrating eyes. Miranda is terrified. Mark my words, Amadeus Collins, says Zachary, you and your descendants will regret this day--I say to you choose your form of execution carefully, because you and all who follow in your line will suffer the same form of death!--I will have my revenge, I will have my revenge!" Amadeus pounds his gavel to silence the courtroom. We return to Angelique in 1840, who is thinking of Zachary's final promise of REVENGE, REVENGE, REVENGE!
I wonder why Gerard called me Miranda? ponders Valier--his explanation wasn't good enough; he even admitted he didn't know anyone by that name.
Rose Cottage - I wonder why I called that woman Miranda? ponders Gerard--who is she?--why did she look so frightened when I spoke to her? He goes to Judah's head. You know all the answers, don't you? he demands--why don't you open your eyes and speak to me! I can't stand it any longer--I don't even know what's happening to me!
Collinwood - Quentin enters the drawing room--good morning, Valerie. I just met your friend, Gerard Stiles, she says--how long have you known him? About a year, says Quentin, pouring a cup of coffee. Is it possible he has psychic powers? she asks. Quentin laughs--Gerard wants everyone to believe that, but I have yet to see any evidence of it--although he is very interested in the occult--why do you ask? He just made a very strange impression on me, that's all, says Valerie. You'd better watch out for that man, says Quentin, he fancies himself a ladies' man. Daniel enters--have you heard the terrible news about Roxanne? he asks--good Lord, no one is safe outside anymore--do they know how she was attacked? Valerie looks down. No, it's still a complete mystery, says Quentin. Strange how her death is similar to those I remember when I was a boy, says Daniel. Don't start imagining things, cautions Quentin. I'm not imagining anything, insists Daniel imperiously, I remember the incidents very clearly--it was in 1797, the village was in an uproar, there was a whole series of these vicious attacks, and each victim had two marks left on his neck and suffered a tremendous loss of blood--you remember the incident, don't you? he asks Valerie. Father, how would Valerie know anything about what happened in your childhood? asks Quentin.
I'm sorry, says Daniel, I have made a mistake, I must have been thinking of someone else, I have not been well since I heard the news, you must forgive me--I mean to take this up with the authorities, it's our tax money they're using, they should use it to settle this matter once and for all. He heads back upstairs, Quentin smiling fondly after him. Father hasn't been himself lately, says Quentin, nor has anyone else in this house, and I think I need a drink. He finds another note addressed to him from Joanna. He opens and reads it: "I will wait for you again under the tree."
Valerie, how long have you been here? asks Quentin. About an hour, she says. Has anyone been here? he asks. Only you and Daniel, she says. Was anyone here when you came in? he asks. Gerard Stiles, she replies. Are you sure no one came in and left anything? he asks. No, she says, why are you acting so mysterious--is something wrong? No, says Quentin, it's nothing--if you'll excuse me, I'll be back later if anyone asks for me. He hurries out.
Gerard gazes at Judah's head, restlessly picks up the journal and drops it. He lifts the mask, puts it down. What are you doing to me? he asks the head, then laughs. What am I so afraid of? he asks aloud, why am I so concerned about what is going to happen to me? If anything happens, I am in total control--I am the only living thing here in this room--and I am the only one that has a mind that is functioning. To the head, he says, you are a disembodied head, that's all, and whatever powers you have, they will soon be mine--and you will do my bidding. He laughs. And to think, I was such a fool to be afraid of you--he settles down on his bed--what a complete fool! He lies down.
Quentin walks through the woods. He spies a woman with long, dark hair. It can't be her, he tells himself, it can't be Joanna. Joanna? he calls, but it's Daphne who turns to look at him.
Mr. Collins, she says. Why did you come here? he demands? I was just out for a walk, she says. Why did you come to this particular spot? He asks.
I don't know, she says, I was just walking. Are you sure you didn't come here by design--you didn't know I would be here? he asks, sounding as if he's interrogating her. Of course not, you took me completely by surprise, she says--if I've done something wrong... No, he says, I'm very sorry, you haven't done anything wrong, I just thought you were someone else. Someone named Joanna? she asks. Yes, he says, but that's impossible, because you are not Joanna--I'm sorry for getting angry. That's all right, she assures him--I still have the feeling you're troubled by something--does it have anything to do with this Joanna? Yes, it does, he says, but it's a burden you don't have to bear, and anyway it all has to do with the past, and best forgotten. Very well, she says, then I shan't mention it again. You know something, says Quentin--it is very strange you'd come to this spot, quite by accident. I suppose I wandered back this way because it's so quiet and peaceful, she says. Yes, he agrees, it always was--tell me, are you happy here at Collinwood? Whatever makes you ask that? she says. I don't know, says Quentin, I guess I've been very impressed by you and just want to make sure you're happy. Most of the time, she begins, but it seems quite clear Mrs. Collins resents my presence in the house. Listen to me, he says, Mrs. Collins didn't hire you, I did--if she gives you any problem, let me know at once, do you understand? Yes, she assures him. May I walk you back to Collinwood? he offers. I prefer to stay here a while longer, she says. He leaves. She takes the gun from her reticule, holds it up, puts it back. She looks after the departing Quentin.
Gerard dreams: Judah calls his name promising, now you'll find out what is to happen. Gerard rises from his bed. Remove the cover from the case, says the voice, and then you will know. Gerard does so. Inside the case is HIS head now! Perplexed and scared, Gerard looks around at his glass imprisonment. Standing and laughing at him is Judah Zachary, whole. Gerard, trapped, is terrified. You wanted to know what was going to happen, says Zachary, grinning at him, now you know, yes, I am to become you, and you are to become nothing--oh, the body of Gerard Stiles will remain, but the mind of Judah Zachary will be in control--you are to become nothing, nothing, nothing!
Gerard awakens from his nightmare with a moan. Oh, God, he says, it was just a bad dream--that's all it was. Or was it? he wonders. He rises, goes to the case. Maybe it was something he wanted to tell me--what was going to be, he says. He stands in front of the case, frightened.
NOTES: Love the backstory! Interesting to see Angelique as fledgling witch Miranda--and giving evidence against the powerful Judah Zachary, too! So we see not only how Zachary cursed the Collins family, but that Angelique, as Miranda, has played a role in Collins family history long before we thought she had. (In her book, ANGELIQUE'S DESCENT, Lara Parker chose to ignore this history entirely.) Those scenes were powerful, and Edmonds excellent as always. Didn't Angelique looks almost like a teenager in that white cap? Was Zachary right? Did she come to him of her own free will? Given what we know, we can only assume she is as guilty as he is!
Looks like Angelique's threat to Daniel to bring back Harriet if he remembers the truth about her might have to be happen. He had a slip there--will she let it go, or will Harriet be resurrected from her watery grave to keep him in line, as the promised?
Gerard is afraid, very afraid. I would be, too, since Zachary has targeted him to take over his mind. That was such a scary dream. I wouldn't want to be reduced to "nothing", would you? That is Zachary's plan for him. And Zachary swore revenge on Miranda, too--what does that bode for Angelique/Valerie?
Daphne's got her gun ready--when is she planning to murder Quentin? Is she the one playing these head games with him?
Excellent episode!
1141 - Gerard hesitates to remove the cover from the case--will my own head be there? It's still Judah's. "You must tell me what it meant," begs Gerard--"my dream--why were you on the outside of the case--why?"
Gerard continues to converse, one-sided, with Judah, pleading, tell me what it means--you must let me know what it means!
Rose Cottage drawing room - Carrie twirls, modeling a new dress for Desmond. Smashing, he proclaims. It does make me look older, doesn't it? she asks. Much older, says Desmond, let's see, I think you could pass for 32. That's too old, she pouts, that's ancient. Careful, he says, smiling. I didn't mean you, she says--some people I just don't think of as old, like you, your mother--she was so nice to me in Boston--she bought me this and took me to so many places!--honestly, I thought it was wrong to have so much fun with Grandfather Ben just gone, but Flora said he'd have wanted me to have a good time. Desmond nods. I don't suppose you know if Gerard is in the house? asks Carrie. I don't keep track of him, says Desmond. Do you like him" asks Carrie. Before he can respond, Daphne enters. Desmond introduces Carrie to Daphne--your new governess. Welcome back, says Daphne, Tad's told me so much about you, I've been looking forward to meeting you. Carrie coolly surveys her--hello, she says, and excuses herself--there's someone I have to see. She leaves. Daphne is surprised at Carrie's coolness--I don't think I made a very good first impression, she laments. Carrie has just decided to grow up, says Desmond--did you come to see Carrie or me? You, replies Daphne. The perfect answer! says Desmond. I made a mistake in letting you take those copies of the newspapers from the office, she explains--I must return them. I refuse to give them back, he teases--not for hours--you are going to fill a very miserable evening. They smile at each other.
What powers do you hold? Gerard asks Judah--you will tell me--yes, you will, and you're afraid, aren't you, that I'll use them--the battle between us... A knock at the door forces him to cover up the head again. It's Carrie. When she sashays into his room, he demands, what do you want? Hurt, she says, I just came to says hello. Realizing he's hurt her feelings, he bows--I'm at your service, he says. She hugs him--I missed you so! she croons. Realizing she was too forward, she says, I mustn't do that--Flora keeps telling me I'm growing up and must remember that--I'm growing up, aren't I, Gerard? And much prettier, he says with another bow. Do you really think so? she asks. I never lie, he says. One thing Boston did teach me, she says, is that I'm too old for a governess--oh, Gerard, Flora took me to see a play in Boston--the actor in it died for love--he looked exactly like you--and the woman was much younger than he. Noticing he's distracted, she says, "You weren't listening to me." Gerard apologizes--you were talking about a play? Something's wrong, she guesses, upset. No, you just interrupted me, he says, I was in a hurry to finish up some things. You want me to leave, don't you? she asks, disappointed. For now, yes, he admits.
I thought you were going to be happy to see me, says Carrie--you didn't even say anything about my new dress. I'm sorry, he says, you and your dress are lovely. He opens the door and ushers her out. She gives him a look of misery. Alone again, Gerard realizes, something is happening to me! He grabs his head; his eyes go huge. He sits down at the desk, takes out Judah's journal, and opens it. He begins to write: "Tonight I will walk, speak--tonight I will live again." This isn't my writing! Gerard realizes--it's his! He goes to the head. "You won't live through me," he warns--"you won't possess me--ever!" He takes the head, (the box now mysteriously had a carrying handle), and leaves his room with it.
Even though she insists she doesn't believe in them, Desmond shows Daphne her Tarot card fortune. That's because you never heard them read by the great Desmond, he boasts. I was here when your mother read Quentin's, she reminds him. She didn't learn how from the gypsies on the great plains of Macedonia, as I did, says Desmond--for mother, the cards are blank, for me, they throb with life. Thanks but no thanks, says Daphne--I must find Carrie. Not yet, he says, his hand on hers, you haven't told me how you like Collinwood yet. I like it very much, she says. He flips over a card--you're lying, he says--the card says so. But I do like it, she says. You must be honest with me, he insists, at least when I hold the cards.
It's just that Mr. Collins--Quentin--he's such a strange, moody, unpredictable man, she says. If I were married to Samantha, says Desmond, I'd be moody, too. If he's been unhappy, says Daphne, he should have left her. He's a Collins, says Desmond--family pride--besides, he never had any compelling reason to leave. Didn't he? asks Daphne, a strange look in her eyes. None at all, says Desmond, flipping another card. You have a secret, don't you? he asks. She looks away. Tell me, he says. She doesn't respond. I really don't know anything about you at all, says Desmond. You know as much about me as anyone here does, she says. Perhaps, he says, but I never know what you're thinking. Why don't you turn over another card--then you'll know? she suggests smiling, in a better mood. He does--a sudden death, says Desmond--whose? She smiles--I think you'll have to tell me, she says--are you giving me back those newspapers so I can return them? Of course he says, and opens the cabinet. He finds one and hands it over. OTIS GREEN TELLS COURT OF JEWELED MASK, she reads aloud. He died here in this room, says Desmond. I heard that, Daphne says. I watched him die, says Desmond--I couldn't do anything about it--see, it was my fault. No it wasn't, she insists. I tried to tell myself I wasn't responsible, says Desmond, that his death was caused by a higher force than me--people tell me that it's over, but it's not, I know it's not! His voice rises anxiously. What are you talking about? she asks. Desmond apologizes--I'll get you the other paper, he says--but he finds the journal missing--where is it? I hope it's nothing important, says Daphne--I'll go find Carrie--thanks for the newspapers.
Gerard carries the head through the woods. When we hear the sounds of ships' bells, we realize he's taken Judah to Widows' Hill. I know, says Gerard, if I don't do this to you, you will destroy me--I know that--he tosses it over the cliff to the roiling sea on the rocks below. "Goodbye, Judah Zachary!" he says, grinning. Hearing someone behind him, he turns. Who is it? he demands.
Carrie has followed him to Widows' Hill. He grabs her arm--what are you doing?--what did you see? You're hurting me, she protests--I saw you throw something over the cliff, but couldn't see what it was. You're lying! he cries. No, she says, I wouldn't lie, not to you! He calms down, releases her and asks, what are you doing here?--what do you want? I wanted to know where you were going, she confesses, I thought you were going to meet someone, she says, ashamed, embarrassed--a girl--so there's nothing for you to be so angry about, is there? Of course not, he says, smiling--I'll take you back to Rose Cottage. You won't tell anyone I followed you? she asks--I mean, they might think it a childish thing to do. I won't tell, he promises--neither of us will say anything about what happened here on Widows' Hill. I won't if you won't, she says, grinning at him, eyes sparkling. I have forgotten already, he says. You're so funny, she says, you were in such a bad mood, now you're yourself again. That's right, he says--I am--I'm my good old self again.
7:20 - Daphne checks the clock and looks out the window, impatiently walking around the room. She picks up a Tarot card and discards it. Carrie enters with Gerard. Where have you been? demands Daphne angrily--Desmond's out looking for you! You see, Carrie, says Gerard, everybody worries about you, and nobody ever worries about me--Miss Harridge, were you worried about me being missing, too?--Carrie and I took a walk. You should have told someone, says Daphne--Carrie, we'll have to get back to Collinwood. No! protests Carrie. Perhaps you should go, says Gerard, his hands on her shoulders, I'll see you later tonight when I come by to pick up Miss Harridge--Miss Harridge, I planned a lovely evening for us--or didn't I tell you? No, you didn't, she says--I wish you had, so I could have told you--I'm busy. Carrie is upset. Carrie, says Gerard, tell Flora good night for me--and he almost pushes her out the door. Turning to Daphne, he says, "Break your plans." I couldn't possibly, she says. What's more important, he asks, grading Tad's arithmetic tests?
Mr. Stiles, she says severely, my employer's sister died this afternoon! Yes, I'm sorry to hear about Roxanne, he says. I don't think Mrs. Collins is up to handling the children by herself, says Daphne. Put them to bed, advises Gerard--early--use force--it will do them good--and I'll wait for you. You have no more idea of asking me out tonight, begins Daphne... ...until I saw you, he finishes--my mind was occupied with things all day, I will say that--but, now I see you, and I can't think of anything else (he gets within kissing distance)--we'll take a carriage, he says, no one will see us, I know a nice little inn at Foxport--they serve a lovely supper there--you will be the most beautiful woman in that room--believe me--and I will tell you stories of seaman's lives--tell me, have you ever heard of Rio de Janeiro, or Descartes? She smiles. You should, you know, he says, it would be very good for your work--geography wouldn't be as painful to your students if you'd spend one evening with me. Tearing her gaze from his, she asks, will you tell me about your last trip with Quentin Collins? In every detail, he promises. Carrie runs in, excited--I can stay! she cries--Flora just came back from Collinwood, and Mrs. Collins is so upset about Roxanne, Flora is taking us in for the night. There, says Gerard, you see, no excuses. A door opens and closes. Desmond enters--welcome back, Carrie, he says sarcastically. Carrie greets him. If that's what Mrs. Collins wants, says Daphne, it's fine, but I must be getting back. I'll take you, Desmond offers. I have my carriage, she says. And I will see you in an hour, says Gerard. Desmond frowns. One hour and a half, corrects Daphne, and leaves. Desmond, pissed off, says, you don't waste much time, Gerard. She's very pretty, says Gerard. I wouldn't go out with her if I were you, says Desmond. Is that a friendly word of advice? asks Gerard, because you're in no situation to hand out ultimatums. Not about Daphne, perhaps, agrees Desmond, but about you in this house, I am. I'm a guest here, agrees Gerard--of your mother's. We will see how long that will be, warns Desmond. Get used to having me around, warns Gerard--I'm going to be here quite a while--"I'm a very good friend of yours."
Gerard, while my mother may be fond of you, she's not a very stable woman, says Desmond--when she loses trust in someone, she can be very cold. I will have to make sure she doesn't lose her trust, won't I? he asks. For you, that will be very hard to do, says Desmond icily--by the way, a journal is missing, an old one, a curio, have you seen it? I'm afraid I haven't, says Gerard, you'll have to find some other way to discredit me with Flora. He leaves the house. Desmond, fuming, picks up the cards.
Gerard returns to his room and closes and locks the door. He looks at the empty shelf where the case once stood and smugly remarks, "It's good not to see you again, Judah Zachary." He unlocks the desk and takes out the mask--however, he says, what a joy it is to see YOU--you are my insurance, or better yet, my inheritance from the late Judah Zachary--he laughs--yes, you are my windfall on that inevitable rainy day--that is, of course, if Desmond should ever try...feeling tired, he puts the mask in the drawer--I'll take a little nap before the night's festivities. He opens the door--Carrie, he says, I'm going to nap for half an hour--will you wake me? I'll be happy to, she assures him. Thank you, he says, closing and locking the door. He lies down on the bed, drifts off to sleep. He dreams: Carrie calls in to Gerard--there's the nicest man to see you--he says you expect him. Gerard answers the door to a bearded man portrayed by none other than Humbert Allen Astredo. Carrie leaves. I wasn't expecting you, says Gerard--what do you want? Surely you must know who I am, the man says--you must have been expecting me, you would have been very foolish not to--this isn't the time for games you know, and you've been playing a game, a most dangerous game, though of course sometimes they afford the most pleasure. What do you want from me? asks Gerard. I don't want anything from you--I was sent to give you something--THIS! He holds up the Judah-in-the-box. Disgusted, Gerard closes the door on him. The man knocks and knocks.
Gerard awakens from the dream to real knocking-- Carrie, who says, there's the nicest man to see you--he says you're expecting him. Gerard, terrified, looks around the room and answers the door. The same scene is played out as in his dream, word for word. And, as in his dream, the man holds up the head of Judah Zachary that he thought he'd sent tumbling over Widows' Hill!
NOTES: Put your head on my shoulder! Gerard can't get rid of that head! Even sending it to a watery grave didn't work. I already know the identity of the man who has returned the head to him, but I'll let you find out for yourselves.
Daphne has two men interested in her, Gerard and Desmond. She seems fascinated by Gerard, but Desmond is a lot nicer, and now Judah isn't trying to take him over.
Carrie has a crush! She loves Gerard, but one senses that in his Judah mode he'd gladly kill her. It's kind of sad she has a crush on the "bad" one, but hey, we ladies who love DS men understand about loving the bad guys, don't we?
How will all this end for Gerard? Will he end up in that box? Will Judah leave him with nothing? Will Carrie get Gerard to ignore Daphne and take her out instead? So many questions to be answered!
Love, Robin
