Dirk re-enters the Peabody Farm cellar and closes the doors after himself. Rachel asks him, who are you watching for? For Laura to come back, he replies. But she's dead, objects Rachel. Some people have powers to restore the dead, says Dirk--you don't understand, but you don't have to--just be quiet and wait. Then what? asks Rachel. I don't know, he says, and adds passionately, hitting a wall or something, "She MUST come back to me, she must!"
4:00 - Collinwood drawing room - The clock chimes the hour. Three more hours until darkness, muses Kendrick, and then...I WILL break the curse--I must! He rubs his eyes.
At last that nightmare is over, he says, we don't have to worry about that anymore. I don't think that's quite true, she says--aren't you forgetting about Burke? Of course I'm not forgetting about Burke, says Roger, won't he be disappointed when he learns that I had nothing to do with Malloy's death. If I know Burke, he'll also be twice as determined to destroy us, says Liz. I'm not afraid of Devlin anymore, says Roger. I'm not afraid of him, either, says Liz, but don't underestimate him--he won't stop until he's satisfied--which means we must destroy him--or be destroyed!
Daphne sits in the Collinwood drawing room, relaxing on the sofa. Gerard watches her, witch's symbol in hand: You will sleep, Daphne, sleep, you will have your last dream, the dream you must have and learn that we must be man and wife--sleep, Daphne, sleep--and you will remember the reason for our love...sleep, sleep, sleep! Daphne falls into slumber and dreams.
but there's something else we discovered--an old newspaper, dated 1867--it tells of a death by fire of Laura Murdoch Radcliffe--it also tells about her son--as she was being consumed by the flames, attempts were made to rescue her, but she refused. Her son tried to rescue her? he asks. Oh, no, says Vicki, she was holding her son, clutching him in her arms. He...he burned to death with her? asks Burke. Yes, says Vicki. That's a pretty hair-raising story, isn't it? asks Burke. My heart almost stopped beating when I heard his name, says Vicki--his name, of course, was David.David? asks Roger, sickened. Yes, David, says Peter. I must admit, says Roger, sitting down at the desk, I find all this terribly disturbing. Then I can count on your cooperation? Asks Peter, sitting beside him. I said disturbing, admits Roger, I didn't say convincing. Then I don't know what else to say to you, short of begging you, says Peter desperately. Do you realize what a serious accusation you're making against my wife, without any real proof? Asks Roger. In time, I might get it, and that's what I need, says Peter--time--and during that time, David must be kept away from Mrs. Collins.
Julia (who looks fetching in a dark blue outfit with a light blue scarf and pretty pin), picks up the ringing telephone. The woman at the other end asks, is this Collinwood? Yes, replies Julia. Is Barnabas there? the woman inquires. He isn't in at the moment, says Julia, but I'm expecting him soon--who is this, please? "This is Roxanne Drew," says the woman at the other end of the phone, smiling. Julia is stupefied.This is Julia Hoffman, says Julia. You must have confused me with the other Roxanne, the redhead says, Mr. Collins mentioned her to me. Oh, did he? asks Julia. Could I leave a message? Roxanne asks--I won't be able to have supper with him tonight--I am sorry. Julia promises to tell him. Please do, says Roxanne, I hate the thought of him waiting there for me.I understand, says Julia. Thank you very much, says Roxanne. They say goodbye.
Tiredly, Julia says, I wonder why I always have to be the one to talk sense
When Burke comes to Collinwood to pick up Vicki, she's in the drawing room, listening to the music box. He invites her for a ride to Bangor and dinner (pretending to sell magazines, as I recall). I'd love to, says Vicki, but first I want to place flowers on a friend's grave. He assumes she's referring to Maggie, but Vicki tells him it's Josette.Burke isn't pleased with the idea. She invites him in and shows him her gift from Barnabas. Collinwood is getting to you, says Burke, and your extreme interest in the past isn't healthy. Josette has done good things for me, protests Vicki, and I'm going to the cemetery with or without you. Burke gives in and agrees to join her.
Maggie, terrified, watches Stokes pet his gun. "You're going to kill him, aren't you?" she asks. Let's just say that once this evening is over, all our little scores will be settled, promises Stokes. Quentin, don't come in! screams Maggie--he's got a gun! Quentin, true to form, bursts in anyway, running to Maggie's side--are you all right? he asks. I am, she assures him. Whatever our differences, Stokes, it's between the two of us, says Quentin--let Maggie go, I'll stay. Quentin, objects Maggie. You'll both stay, says Stokes--has Angelique's body been cremated yet? Yes, says Quentin. You must feel very satisfied, says Stokes. I don't feel anything, says Quentin, I'm just glad it's over. It's not over yet, says Stokes, I intend to finish what Angelique started--I restored her to life, she was determined to resume her rightful place as mistress of Collinwood--unfortunately, now it's not possible for her to be with you--but it's quite possible for you to be with her. Quentin, he's going to kill you, says Maggie in a hushed voice. Don't be a fool, says Quentin---you'll never get away with it. I'm not trying to get away with anything, says Stokes, I have nothing to lose, and very little to gain except the satisfaction of seeing you dead--in life, they say a man's is judged by his achievements--my crowning achievement was the restoration of Angelique, and you destroyed it! He closes the doors and holds the gun on Quentin--I live now, Quentin, only to see you die, says Stokes.
Drawing room - Jeremiah comes in, sees Naomi drinking and suggests it's too early for it. She's bored, Naomi informs him, since Joshua says she must be a lady of leisure. With nothing else to do, she drinks.
Great shot of PT Tim Stokes. Another brilliant characterization from Thayer David.
Thayer's acting and Violet Welles' writing in the Count Petofi storyline in 1897, which I have been revisiting, has me regularly offering all involved a standing ovation. It's mindblowing to me that material this sophisticated was produced for a daytime TV series in 1969. Of course the ratings began to decline, a combination of the storyline getting TOO complicated or so we were told, as well as Frid insisting on taking some substantial time off.
I'm so grateful to whoever saved all these shows.