DS spends almost this whole episode lying in the coffin--lots of down time and no lines to memorize!
Carl looks down into the coffin while Judith talks with a Mr. Snell, who seems to be Edward's gofer in Bangor. When she hangs up, Carl asks what she told him. She replies, I said that Quentin has had a serious accident. He wasn’t surprised--he said, Yes, Quentin always was a mischievous fellow. Well, he is finished with all his mischief now, Carl comments. I can’t say I’m sorry. He _is_ our brother, the scandalized Judith protests. You might at least try. Carl retorts, What? And miss the chance to say all the things I was afraid to say when he was alive? Oh, never! Carl turns to address Quentin with deepest contempt: Quentin Collins, you were a bounder, and a bully, a rake, and a lecher, and a liar! And I-- Suddenly he breaks off with a shriek: He just moved! I swear! Lying in his coffin--Quentin moved! Whatever happened, Quentin seems to have a faint smile on his face.
Jamison comes to Rachel's room with an anachronistic-looking train. It falls to Rachel to tell him that his beloved uncle is dead. He runs out.
Down in the drawing room, Judith and Carl continue their conversation. He looks peaceful, serene, Carl observes--he always had the looks in the family. That’s why he was both Grandmother and Grandfather’s [Edith Gabriel’s!] favorite when we were children. Grandfather used to sit Quentin on his lap, Judith remembers, and say, This boy is much too good looking to die from old age. Killed by a woman, Carl says, his voice scaling up with hysteria. That’s what Grandfather used to say, but Grandmother used to tell him to stop talking such nonsense. Stop talking nonsense! Judith shouts at her brother. Still holding the train, Jamison walks in quietly and stares at the coffin. Judith guesses, Miss Drummond has told you the news--you know that your uncle Quentin is dead. Jamison shouts, I know that he’s not dead! HE’S NOT DEAD! He sobs hard. (Behind him, we can see some thin ropes dangling down from the ceiling.) While Jamison plays his uncle's music upstairs, some unseen agency closes the coffin. (Is this what the ropes were for?) The music plays on, sweet and sour at once. Jamison says angrily, You don’t want to hear me! You don’t want to come back! If that’s the way it is, I don’t want to hear anything that makes me think of you! He switches the gramophone off. Suddenly Quentin speaks to him: You mustn’t be angry, Jamison. You and I must always be as one. Stunned and delighted, Jamison calls out, Oh, Quentin, you have come back! You have come back!
Poor Carl is the first to learn that Jamison is possessed. Next to learn is Judith. Neither of them takes it very well, especially when Jamison repeats what they said while they were standing next to the coffin.
Rachel (wearing a very pretty, frilly robe) has a weird dream that includes a view of the upstairs hallway. [spoiler][On the buffet in the hallway, the box of Count Petofi still rests, unaware of its imminent glorious time in the spotlight.][/spoiler]
And yeah, the sight of Quentin in the rocking chair IS pretty weird!
