it's a Brian Sturdivant close-up!
somewhere or other recently, I read that he was a personal friend of Jonathan Frid's.
Carolyn, seated on the drawing room sofa, reads ASTROLOGY by Louis MacNeice. She answers the door to Sebastian Shaw, who wants to talk to her about "that look in your eyes." It's the resemblance to my dead husband, explains Carolyn, I'm sorry--did you bring my horoscope? He nods. I so hoped you would, says Carolyn--I've been reading the book you gave my mother--it's fascinating, really. Isn't that a dilettante's word? he asks sarcastically--you don't believe in astrology at all, do you? I never have, admits Carolyn. You're honest, says Shaw, that will make this easier--I started your horoscope, Mrs. Hawkes, but I had difficulty finishing it--you didn't come to me for your horoscope--it was all an excuse--I KNOW why you came, because of all the questions you asked--I'm not your husband, Mrs. Hawkes--you must have loved him very much to think that I was. The dead do return, states Carolyn, I do believe that. I'm not proof of that, he says, and you must accept that. She looks sad.
Old House - Josette's room, where the furniture has been covered. We hear Josette's music box theme playing. Barnabas enters the room and gazes up at her portrait--how I've longed to see your face again, he says--I will never forget, but now I'm free again, I must begin a new life--forgive me--I had to say goodbye. He lifts the portrait off the mantle and puts it, face down, against the fireplace. He turns, startled to find Ben there. Barnabas and Ben stare at each other. You know me well, says Barnabas. Well enough to know you'd come here, says Ben. For the last time, says Barnabas. What does that mean? asks Ben. Josette can never be mine, says Barn, I will make an existence without her. You hated your life before! Ben reminds him. I will no longer condemn myself to that coffin, insists Barnabas. You've got to, says Ben. You've served me well, says Barnabas gently, but you cannot understand the eternal darkness of that tomb--I will not involve you this time as I did before--I will take whatever chances I must--alone. You must not, says Ben, you must talk to that Julia, she's from the future, from 1970. What an incredible story, says Barnabas, I do not have your naivete. She can help you, says Ben. No one can help me, says Barnabas.
Evans cottage - Did you hear me?--Pop? says Maggie, shaking her father by the arm. He's lying on the sofa and he asks what it is. It's almost one in the morning, she says. I didn't know it was that late, says Sam. Why don't you go to bed? she asks him. For what? he asks--to toss and turn?--it's no use, I've got too much on my mind. What's bugging you? she asks, sitting on the sofa beside him--do you want to talk to me about it? I don't want to worry you, he says, with my petty little problems. It would be worse if you didn't, says Maggie. All right, if you're so inquisitive, he says--I'm worried about Bill Malloy. He's a big fella, he can take care of himself, points out Maggie. Normally, agrees Sam, I'd say yes, but these aren't normal times--there are forces loose in Collinsport that frighten me to think of--evil forces--you can smell it in the very atmosphere. Maggie laughs--this must be the purest atmosphere in the country, she says--why do you think all those summer people come up here every year?--to get away from the air pollution, that's why. This pollution lies in the souls of men, not the air, says Sam. I've never seen you so gloomy, she says. I've never had as much to be gloomy about before, he says.
Liz holds a key in her hand, on a chain, and she hears a door slam and begins putting roses in a vase. Roger bursts in and tells her he's been searching the house from turrets to foundations, looking for paintings--has she seen them? What paintings, she asks. About a dozen, he says, some in frames, some not. Family portraits? She asked, most of them are hanging. No, says Roger, he picked them up about 10 years ago and not important, but he needs to have them--has she seen them? Liz doesn't remember them. I need them for personal reasons, says Roger, and he's searched everywhere except the locked room in the basement. (uh oh!) They wouldn't be there, she says, but Roger wants to check anyway--does she have the key? She doesn't know where it is. What do you mean? he asks. Angrily, she says, "I'm telling you, I don't know!" Take it easy, he says, staring at her strangely. The paintings aren't in there, she says, she knows. Roger wants to see for himself. You can't, insists Liz. Furious, Roger wants to know why she keeps telling him that--what's in that room? Some personal belongings, says Liz, and she doesn't want anyone poking around! It must be very personal and important, since it had a special padlock on it
I'm getting itchy to watch the pre Barns!
Wow MB, I do not remember that scene between Lou and Dennis at all.
Great shot of Liz and Roger!