she's tried to get me out of the house ever since I arrived. (She sounds defensive again.) You've got to stop letting Hoffman disturb you, insists Quentin, you've got to be firm with her. I've tried that, says Maggie--it doesn't work. Quentin takes her hands--I don't know what to say, Maggie--I can't fire someone for walking into a room. But I'm sure she was there for some other reason, insists Maggie. Now listen, says Quentin, sounding like the husband of old, I know Hoffman is hard to get to know, but she's been a family fixture here for years. Hoffman herself enters--the door was open, she says, and I couldn't help overhearing my name--did you want something? No, says Quentin, that's all right. I was telling Quentin about finding you in our room earlier this evening, says Maggie-- frankly, I was saying I didn't believe the reason you gave for being there. Hoffman says, "I see, I'm sorry about that." Do you have anything to say about the matter? asks Quentin. Nothing I haven't said before, says Hoffman--I thought there was a prowler and was concerned for Mrs. Collins' safety. I still don't believe that, insists Maggie. Maggie...cautions Quentin. His wife continues--I'm sorry, but I trust my instincts, and they tell me this woman would stop at nothing to get rid of me... If I may say so, sir, says Hoffman, I realize that Mrs. Collins and I have not gotten on ideally; I thought it was more of a personality problem that time would take care of, but I must say that Mrs. Collins would like ME to leave the house. That's absurd, insists Maggie, the only thing I've truly resented about you is your stubborn loyalty to someone who's dead! She stops, horrified at what she's said, then turns to Quentin. Hoffman smiles a bit--it's true, she admits, I've never made my devotion to Mrs. Collins a secret--it's very difficult to change one's feelings. I've never asked you to change your feelings, says Hoffman. Quentin intervenes--listen to me, he says--both of you are to drop this incident, right now--we'll go to bed, and tomorrow morning you'll both have a fresh start--do you both understand that? (Isn't it already pretty close to morning?) Whatever you say, Mr. Collins, agrees Hoffman. Quentin puts his arm around Maggie--I'll take you upstairs, he says.
I can move again, exults Gerard, taking a few steps around the room--I can feel the warmth within my body--I know who my enemies are, I live amongst them. But we must go carefully, says Dawson. Are you giving me orders? asks Gerard threateningly. No, says Dawson, but you must realize... I realize everything, insists Gerard. Do you? the man asks--you have been invincible for so long, you are not now! Gerard chuckles--do you think I'd let anyone kill me? Gerard Stiles' body can die, the other man reminds him. It won't, says Gerard. But you must be careful, says Dawson--your body is mortal, never forget that. It has powers, says Gerard. Yes, you have powers, says Dawson--more than I, more than anyone in our coven--that is why we will do what you tell us.
Old House - Vicki hears someone call her. Sam's ghost appears. He tells her that he has been sent to finish what he could not finish when he was alive.Vicki tries to convince him not to do anything Cassangelique says because, among other things, she is a witch. Sam tells Vicki he is aware of that, but he will not be able to return to his grave if he does not do her bidding. He begins to tell her the dream. She screams that she won't listen and is about to flee. Sam tells her that he will follow her wherever she goes and continues to tell the dream. Unable to resist any longer, she listens.
She begs him to listen--you have very little time left here--I warned you you might be trapped in the past, and now it's almost too late--come back to your own time with me, begs Angelique--I wouldn't ask it if it weren't necessary. I can't, insists Barnabas--I haven't done what I came to do. FORGET ABOUT THAT! she urges. I can't, he says, I'm too close, it's within my reach, to save David and Chris. Let them save themselves! she cries. I can't, repeats Barnabas--David will die if I don't, and Chris will keep on as an animal--I must help them. This is your last chance, she says--trust me, just this once, trust me and forget about the past--we both will. "Is it so terrible, what I have faced?" he asks. You'd rather face anything alone than commit to me, she says--that's it, isn't it?--all right, do it, do it!--why do I always think you will change?" she angrily asks--"Remember that I have helped you in the past? Oh, go on, Barnabas, go on," she says softly.
I never thought we would face this opposition, says Daphne--it's a terrible thing to want something so much and to have everyone so much against it! We can't afford to listen to others, he says, taking her hands and staring into her eyes--we have to live our own lives. I know that, she says. That isn't the only thing troubling you, is it? he asks--other peoples' feelings aren't the only thing bothering you--somewhere in your mind, there is a doubt that didn't exist there before. (They're playing Barnabas' theme music.) Perhaps there is, admits Daphne, I hadn't thought of it as a doubt, but perhaps there is. Then you must tell me about it, he urges. She turns away, admitting, you have never once told me you love me, Bramwell. I wouldn't have asked you to marry me if I didn't, he assures her. She closes her eyes and asks, "Do you love me, Bramwell?" Who has put this doubt in your mind? he demands. No one did, she says. Someone must have, he says, growing angry again, and it could only have been Catherine!--she's led you to believe I'm still in love with her--is that true? No, Catherine didn't say anything, says Daphne, near tears.
Julia tells him that Vicki has no will power to resist Angelique. Barnabas sighs-I'm not surprised, I've been fighting Angelique for almost two hundred years-perhaps I should give up. Julia suggests that they leave and volunteers to go with him to protect him. (she's so sweet-but rest assured she has ulterior motives.) Barnabas immediately refuses her suggestion and reminds her of the torture that a person who has the dream but is unable to tell it goes through--I would rather stay than do that to Vicki, he insists.
And Ep #85 is this month's first example where Midnite serendipitously happened upon an ep that hadn't been quoted from before.
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He went into that room to save me, says Catherine brokenly, that's why I have to stay!--why I have to help him, even if it takes the rest of my life. You are remarkably generous with the rest of your life, says Bramwell, considering it belongs to me!--every minute you breathe is mine, just as every breath I take is yours. No, she says.
Dawson sits in the courtroom, looking over paperwork. Gerard enters. I'm glad you came, says Dawson--looking over these papers, I realize there's little reason to drag this out any longer. Gerard agrees--what is your plan? We must find positive proof that Quentin is Judah, says Dawson. Correct, says Gerard, and you have the proof. No, actually, you have it, corrects Dawson--Judah Zachary's head--all we have to do is find the head in Quentin's lab, and the case will be ended. Yes, says Gerard unhappily, true. I expected you to be a little more enthusiastic, says Dawson. Yes, says Gerard, surely there's another way to put an end to this trial than using the head of Judah Zachary. There may be, says Dawson, but this is so simple, the time is so right. What happens when the trial is over--what will they do with the head? asks Gerard--if you were the court, what would you do with it? Light dawns on Dawson, who says, I see--they'd destroy it. Exactly, says Gerard--so that is why the head must not be used unless as a last resort.
Willie searches the woods, flashlight and paper in hand. He shines the light on the paper, saying to himself, "Where the North Woods path is narrow." OK, so the path is narrow, what do I do now? It would be at sixes and sevens? How am I supposed to figure this out? he says aloud, I don't even know what it means! I must be stupid even to have listened to her, he frets, I know she ain't got all her marbles. What's the matter with me?--Maggie isn't anywhere near here, I'm just wasting time. Hearing the dogs howling, he says to himself, the path goes off to the right--I might as well see where it leads to. He finds himself in the Eagle Hill cemetery--she could be here--maybe Carolyn ain't so crazy after all.
Carolyn flops on the sofa. Julia emerges from her hiding place, expressing fear over Hamilton's planned questioning--what will I do? I don't know, admits Barnabas, you've been lucky so far to avoid something like this. Yes, but it's happened now, says Julia--bad enough Hamilton will want to discuss the seance, but what if he wants to talk about "old times?" Carolyn grins. Maybe you'd better stay here tonight, he suggests. I can't, protests Julia, Angelique expects me back at the house. Carolyn throws her head back and bursts out laughing. They look at her reproachfully. This is getting kind of sticky, isn't it? she asks wickedly--all the pretending and the lies?She drinks. I have no choice, says Julia--I must go back and try to bluff my way through it. Be careful, urges Barnabas. Carolyn giggles on the sofa and pours more booze (how is she still conscious)? Barnabas walks toward her. Seeing his expression, says, "I feel another lecture coming on." I only have this to say to you, he says, if you keep drinking like this, you'll say the wrong thing to the wrong person and end up in serious trouble! She looks up at him archly, like she doesn't give a damn about him or his opinions.
Your childish pranks are beginning to bore ME, says Nicholas. They're not pranks, insists Jeb, I happen to enjoy being the way I am now, and intend to destroy the thing that's me in that room. Jeb, explains Nicholas, you can't do that because that is ALL you are--you destroy the thing in that room and Jeb Hawkes will cease to exist. How do you know that? asks Jeb. I know more about you than you do, says Nicholas, and I feel if I go on letting you make certain decisions, our entire plan will fail--therefore, I have come to a conclusion--we can no longer wait, the ceremony must go on tonight. I'm not ready for that! protests Jeb. Do you love Carolyn? asks Nicholas. Yes, says Jeb, but... Only as Jeb Hawkes, well, you cannot have her that way, says Nicholas, you can only have Carolyn after BOTH of you have reverted to the other form--that is the only way for both of you--we won't discuss this any further, continues Nicholas--I want you to call Carolyn at Collinwood and find some excuse to bring her here--she will then be taken to the shrine and the ceremony performed. Seething during Nicholas' entire speech, Jeb assures him, angrily, "The orders are clear."
"I was only sayin' what I thought was the truth!" cries Charity--I always trust my instincts, and they convinced me it wasn't Quentin--I felt very frightened when he came near her. Edward asks, did you try to harm her? I didn't lay a hand on her, insists Quentin. "I am asking HER," says Edward. He grabbed me by the arm and started shaking me, says Charity. Nonsense, says Q, I was just trying to bring you back to your senses. Look at Quentin, Edward tells Charity. She does.Do you feel the same way you felt last night?--do you think it's Quentin, or someone else? "We're waiting for an answer," says Q with a touch of menace. Well, she says, I suppose I could have been wrong--right now you seem to be the way you always was. Quentin grins in triumph. Edward, puzzled, asks, you have no reason to be frightened of him, do you? No, she admits tearfully, uncertainly. I don't know what made you say those things last night, says Edward, but don't do it again!--my sister and I will do what we can to make you happy and protect you from harm in every way, but you must cooperate, learn to control yourself, because if you don't, we'll have to send you somewhere to be "looked after." Charity doesn't look at all happy over this prospect, but Quentin is delighted--I won!
I'm sorry for upsetting you, says Flora--the West Wing has been on my mind all day--your father went there last night. Oh no! cries Melanie. They found him in the corridor, says Flora, outside the room. Why does this have to happen? asks Melanie, upset. Nothing has happened, comforts Flora, we found him. But if he goes there one more time, he will die, wails Melanie--he can't die!--he can't--I love him so--he can't die--we couldn't stand to have that lottery again. Don't call it that! insists Flora--never!--darling Papa's not going to die, I'm sorry I told you that. You had to tell me, says Melanie, we should leave this house, all of us. A generation ago, says Flora, William Collins found that didn't help--it happens to us wherever we go. We must keep Papa alive, insists Melanie.We will, Flora assures her--now, Papa wants to see you, but you must not mention any of what happened--because he doesn't seem to remember what happened last night--we don't want him to, do we? No! agrees Melanie breathlessly, I only wish no one remembered. The two women leave the room, Daphne watching them in consternation.