7:00 - Angelique, wrapped in a shawl, races downstairs, calling frantically for Hoffman--what's keeping you? she cries. She enters the drawing room and tries to warm her hands by the fire. Hoffman joins her. "Where have you been? I've been calling you!" demands Angelique accusingly. I've been in the servant's quarters--what's wrong? asks Hoffman. It's happening to me, says Ang, I feel cold all over--you remember I told you I must have warmth to survive--Julia, you've got to help me. Of course, says her faithful servant, what do you want me to do. "Find someone for me!" insists Angelique No, says Hoffman, dismayed, shaking her head. If I go back to that tomb again, I will never be awakened, warns Angelique, so you must bring me someone here, now. No, objects Hoffman. I barely have any time left, says Angelique. Don't say that, begs Hoffman. It's true, Angelique assures her--the next person who walks in that door will give me the warmth I need--don't fail me, Julia--unless you come back here with someone, Julia, YOU will be the next victim! Hoffman surveys her, their eyes warring in a weird duel. Hoffman leaves without another word.
Dawson takes a slug of his drink--too bad, he remarks--Quentin seems like a friendly chap. Yes, he is, agrees Gerard, but he is a Collins, and therefore must pay for it--as with all the Collinses, every last one of them--they will all pay--and soon, I will make Collinwood all mine.
Morgan enters what appears to be a fishing shack, where he opens and reads from Brutus' journal: "And as for Sarah, she is the soul of treachery, pretending loyalty to me, but all the time betraying me to her brother, just as Amanda has been doing. Sarah went to the cottage expecting to find the lovers in their trysting place, instead she found me, Brutus Collins, and now she is dead, buried where no one will ever find her!" Forsythe claps the book closed--now I know now what I must do, he says--and tonight I shall attend to it. He leaves the shack.
In the old mill, Aristede cleans his knife. I wonder where your good friend Evan is now? he asks Petofi--he must be quite a good lawyer--anyone who can talk himself out of being buried alive... Be quiet! insists Petofi, annoyed. If you're not happy with my company, says Aristede, you might as well leave--Count Petofi. Stop calling me that, demands P. That's your name, insists Aristede. You know who I am, counters P, address me by my real name. What would people say if I did that? asks Aristede, then adds, sarcastically, "My name is Aristede, may I introduce you to my good friend, Quentin Collins--what's that?--oh yes, I realize he doesn't look like him, but..." STOP IT! yells Petofi. You might as well resign yourself to it, says Aristede--as far as the world is concerned, you will play the master and I the servant--at least for the moment!
Liz happily tells Vicki she refuses to be gloomy--they have so many plans to make! They hold each other's hands, and Liz assures her it will be all smiles and cheers--Vicki will be married right here in the drawing room, filled with candles and flowers--can't she see it? (sounds like a daughter's wedding to me!) I can, says Vicki, glowing. Liz asks her to let Roger give her away. Vicki wonders if he'd like it. Liz assures her he would--Roger, coming downstairs, rather pompous and proud, you, a beautiful bride on his arm, all in white. Vicki can hardly believe it. Vicki will come into the room, lift her veil, and be so radiant, gushes Liz.
He accuses Julia of doing this to him, revenge for spurning her feelings. She denies it. It's his own fault. He blames her, too, for not realizing that, if he became human, he could very well become his true age. She screwed up, missed the obvious! He must revert back to being a vampire, he says. No, Julia insists, he'll go on destroying and she'll be partially responsible. Yes, he grimly agrees. He orders her to go to Collinwood, break his date with Vicki and tell her he has to leave town.She sarcastically calls that a "bitter pill to swallow" for him and opens the door to leave, but Vicki is there, and has overheard the last part of what Barnabas said! Quickly, while Julia keeps Vicki at the door, Barnabas arranges one of the high-backed chairs so he can sit in it and speak to Vicki without being seen. He explains to her that he's going away on business and isn't feeling well.
the important thing is, Bill Malloy was murdered! Is that all you know? asks Maggie. No, I think I know who killed him, says Vicki. Who? asks Maggie. I can't tell you that, says Vicki, there isn't enough evidence for a judge and jury, but there's enough for me--and there's a motive, too. I don't think you have the right to go around saying things like that, says Maggie, standing, her voice and face cold. What do you mean? asks Vicki. You know perfectly well what I mean, says Maggie. Vicki stands, too. I don't understand you, she tells Maggie. And I don't understand you, says Maggie--you pussyfoot around, pretending to be so friendly with everyone, and all you succeed in doing is stirring up trouble--as a matter of fact, all the trouble in Collinsport started the day you arrived. Burke Devlin arrived back that same day, says Vicki. That has nothing to do with it, says Maggie. At that moment, Carolyn catches David listening in and grabs his arm. Caught ya this time, didn't I! shouts Carolyn. David screams for her to let him go. What's going on out here, asks Vicki, exiting the drawing room with Maggie right behind her. I just caught him red-handed, says Carolyn, standing and listening to your conversation--it's just what he must have been doing this afternoon when we were talking about my date--then you have to go and blab everything to Uncle Roger. I did not! says David, and I wasn't listening, and I didn't tell my father anything! If I didn't feel so good, says Carolyn, still holding onto him, I could really belt you one! You wouldn't dare! he taunts. Don't tempt me, she warns him, and he wriggles out of her grasp and races into the kitchen. Come back here, orders Vicki. Let him go, says Carolyn, grabbing her coat off the foyer table
He takes her to the Blue Whale for brandy (no wonder everyone thought of booze as a calming drug), where she told him about her nightmare.
Stokes tells Carolyn Adam's heart has stopped, and she grieves, crying, "No!" She says he made a mistake, but Stokes feels no pulse. She can't understand him dying, he was so strong and healthy earlier-how could he die? Stokes is perplexed, but says he feels it isn't true. Carolyn says someone should go for the police.Not yet, says Stokes, he isn't ready to give up his intuition that more is happening this night than is happening here. They must wait a few moments longer, he insists.
Yesterday I forgot to post that while the show always seemed to dress Prof. Stokes in sartorial splendor, I was quite surprised when they dressed him in such a bright green shirt in Ep #1084. Stokes often wore brightly colored bow ties but rarely if ever again such a bright shirt:...
Evan is staring at his horribly distorted face in a mirror at his home. He gazes out the window, then goes to his cluttered desk, where the hand sits in the box. There must be a way of undoing this, he tells the hand--"If you could speak, I'd wring the answer out of you!" he shouts at the hand. He puts it back down on the desk and raises a letter opener over it. He can't bring himself to stab it, however, and puts it back on the desk. He consults one of his books, finds nothing, looks in another--nothing. He angrily pushes some of the books onto the floor, then looks into the fire, banging his hand on the mantle.
Ang calls the pharmacy again and asks Mr. Coburn, are my medicines ready--I need them right away, it's vital. Quentin enters. Angelique says into the phone, "No, she's not here now, she just left." She hangs up. Quentin asks, "Charity? Don't tell me she has a secret admirer." I don't know who it was, replies Ang, and heads for the door. I hope you aren't leaving because of me, he says. No, she says. You said that too quickly, insists Q--what's wrong? Nothing, she assures him. You're a bad liar--which surprises me, he says--where have you been keeping yourself since postponing the wedding? Perhaps I didn't want to see you, she suggests--I might regret the decision I made.
I was terribly worried about you--we all care about you, we're not demonstrative or anything, but we care, all of us! Including David? asks Vicki. How can I explain what David thinks? asks Carolyn--he's a nut!--but Mother and I care about you, and so does Uncle Roger. This may sound very strange, says Vicki, but the person I'm most concerned about is David. I thought you said he's the one that locked you in that room, says Carolyn. That's why I'm so concerned about him, says Vicki. I don't get it, says Carolyn, I would think you'd hate him. No, I feel very sorry for him, says Vicki. Then you must have the most generous nature I've ever heard of, says Carolyn. It doesn't have anything to do with that, says Vicki, I feel so sorry for him because Collinwood has become his whole world, and there's nothing he can do to get away from it. Oh, says Carolyn, and there is something you can do to get away. Of course, says Vicki, sitting on her bed, all I have to do is walk out that door and turn my back. Carolyn sits beside her and begs her to please don't.
Vicki answers the doctor. It's Dr. Guthrie, and Vicki invites him in. He slips off his coat. We've been expecting you, she tells him, taking his coat and hat. Frank Garner suggested I talk to you privately before I examine the patient, says Guthrie. Of course, says Vicki, placing his things on the foyer table--we can talk in here. They go into the drawing room. I must tell you, he says, I don't like being secretive like this. I understand that, she says, but Frank did explain the circumstances, didn't he? Yes, he did, says Guthrie, which intrigued me enough to come. I'm very glad you did, says Vicki, please sit down. They sit on opposite ends of the sofa. Do you understand the kind of work I do? he asks. Parapsychology, she says, it has to do with extra sensory perception. Yes, that's right, except I go further than that, he says, to investigate other psychic phenomenon, such as reports of the supernatural--we have a research lab at the college. Frank's told me, says Vicki, and he says if anyone can be of help, it's you.
Jason intends to take over the estate, but Roger assures him that papers are being drawn up to prevent such a catastrophe. Roger, furious, leaves. Jason laughs, sits down and relaxes, secure in his future.
Natalie wants to take Josette back to Martinique as soon as possible, even if Jeremiah's estate isn't settled yet. Natalie denies believing the suicide prophecy in Vicki's book, but she feels it would be better not to chance it. Josette informs her concerned aunt that she's going to stay and wait for Barnabas to come back--he promised he would, and she said she'd wait until he does. Even if it takes forever? asks the upset Natalie. Even then, says Josette calmly. She loved him, she's waitin'!