Sam and Barnabas make a deal that Sam will paint Barnabas' portrait for a thousand dollars, a kingly sum in 1967.The offer leaves Maggie's and Sam's faces wreathed in smiles; that's probably rent and utilities for six months for them! However, adds Barnabas, Sam must work only during the nights, only at the Old House--and he'd like him to start immediately.
The Countess asks Abigail to leave her alone.
We see Barnabas' portrait in the foyer, and he's looking at it with a resigned expression. Julia comes down to report she thinks Maggie is relieved the trip is off. Barnabas makes it clear he's leaving, realizing she isn't sympathetic to all of this, he says would be better for her to stay out of it--I'm going to ask Stokes to help me back to the past as he did Peter Bradford. Julia wants to go along; if he disappears, someone must know about it. He agrees to this practical suggestion and tells her to hurry. Vicki has so little time, he frets; if I'm right, she might hang tonight.
Quentin once again takes over David's mind. By the time the adults arrive downstairs, Quentin is gone and David is racing for the outside doors. Roger pursues his son. Liz asks Stokes why David ran from the house, assuming her nephew must have seen HIM. Roger would insist there's no one there to see, predicts Stokes. Liz wonders why the music has ceased. Our friend has no further need for it, says Stokes--we have to examine all possibilities, but first check to make sure Amy is all right.
Quentin drinks, smiling. Beth comes in and closes the drawing room doors. He asks her not to look at him so seriously--I've had enough serious--I want to drink some good wine, listen to soft music and forget. His good mood evaporates when Beth tells him Jenny's in the house. Well, sneers Quentin, Judith succeeded where I failed--chalk one up for her, she scores again--"You must be running out of hiding places for my wife," he says sarcastically. Judith didn't bring her back, she escaped, says Beth. That's been happening with frightening regularity, quips Quentin.
Flashback: Barnabas rises from the altar. Oberon explains--through you and your ability to transcend time, the Leviathans shall live again--our race has been threatened by extinction, but it has been written in our book that there shall be a resurgence of our kind--there shall be a new leader, who will marry one of your kind and bring forth a new breed. I don't understand, protests Barnabas--I must go to Josette. No, says Oberon, you shall not see her again until you have served us--you must take our seed with you, plant it, nurture it in another time. I must go to Josette, Barn insists again. You may not! orders Oberon--she shall remain with us until you have served us--do as we command and you will see Josette again, disobey, and not only will Josette die, you shall spend all eternity as a creature of the darkness!--you see, we know all about your terrible secret, everything about you, says Oberon, who refuses to tell Barnabas where they are holding Josette.
Daniel opens the window in his room, looking out at the storm. Alexis enters. She leans in close to him and asks, did you love your mother very much? Yes, he says, and we fought, too, it wasn't all mushy--but you know that. I know so little about you, she says. Don't say that! begs Daniel. You must accept the fact that I am a different person, says Alexis, perhaps I can be some of the things she was to you. I wish you'd just let me think, he says. Call me Alexis and then I'll go, she says. He makes a face and says again, please let me think. She leaves his room, clearly worried.
Gerard and Daphne lead the children into the same room David and Hallie saw in their dreams. I know, says David. Everything is exactly the same except for the dolls that were sitting at the table, says Hallie. The dolls aren't here, says David, because we don't need them anymore. What do you mean? she asks--what's going to happen to us?--David, answer me! Daphne steps forward, puts an arm around each of the children and seats them in the chairs at the table. Gerard watches approvingly, standing by the door. What's going to happen to us? asks Hallie fearfully. Daphne stands by Gerard. It's too late, replies David woodenly, it's too late, Hallie. Why is it too late? she demands. Gerard, sneering, goes over to David, grabs his hand and holds it. He locks eyes with the boy, then does the same to Hallie. The children now resemble dolls more than they do living human beings. Gerard and Daphne leave the room. David and Hallie, mesmerized, gaze at each other blankly. David, I'm so frightened, she says. You mustn't be frightened, urges David, you mustn't be.
I tried to convince them the trial was deliberately planned by someone out to destroy you, but it did no good. Did you tell them Gerard was behind the whole thing? asks Quentin. (He finally gets it!) Gerard? repeats Daphne. Yes, says Quentin, does that surprise you?--think about it for a while--in material gains, he has the most to gain if I'm out of the way. No, Gerard said he was for you, I always thought he was, says Daphne. That may have been his most brilliant tactic, explains Barnabas--if Quentin were found guilty, then Gerard stood to win and keep everything--but if Quentin were found innocent, he would still win, because he remained Quentin's friend and stood by him. Daphne paces, taking all this in. He has both sides to play, says Quentin, but believe me, he intends to see this through to the end--but he can't claim a complete victory until they've taken my head! Don't talk that way! begs Daphne, you're not going to die--Barnabas, there must be a chance for an appeal! I urged them to consider this, but I had no success, says Barnabas sadly--unless we find some other solution, I'm afraid, Quentin, that it's all over. Quentin looks as if it already is.
Barnabas opens the PT room doors and hears Melanie laughing, as she tells Justin, her father, I can tell you feel better. The house is very still, he says, sounding like a stroke victim. The boys have gone into Collinsport, says Melanie, kneeling at his feet, everything is all right, Papa--I would tell you if it weren't. You comfort me, he says haltingly. You mustn't say that, she says-- Morgan and Gabriel wouldn't like it--they are your real sons, and I... You are my daughter, he assures her. I wonder whose daughter I truly am, she says, and what I would have been like if I'd grown up with them--if you had not adopted me. Justin says, if you had not...this house... She rests her head in his lap--whatever has happened, she says, it's been worth it, being here with you. You saved my life, he says. Don't say that, she pleads, rising to her feet, don't--you'll upset yourself, and you mustn't.
Burke asks Carolyn, "Will the witness answer as directed--where did you have lunch on the after noon in question, and with whom?" Right here, she laughs, with you. Is that what you're going to answer when questioned by your mother? asks Burke--your uncle, Joe Haskell and even Victoria Winters? She nods and says she'll tell the truth--unless he doesn't want her to. Always tell the truth, advises Burke, it's much better in the long run--now, to continue--how was this lunch date arranged?--did the prisoner insist?--did he drag you there against your will?--you'll note of course that I am the prisoner. Oh, she says, well, then, your honor, I must say the prisoner did none of those things--I alone am to blame--I confess and throw myself on the mercy of the court! The court recognizes the sterling qualities of the witness and as a reward, presents her with this sterling silver pen--and he hands her the pen he used to write down their order for the waiter.
The Robservations references the quote perfectly. But as is quite clear once the excerpt above is read, the quote makes no sense within the scene because everything about the rest of the scene treats things as if Collinwood doesn't have a mortgage. Was the line accidentally delivered wrong but no one bothered to try to correct it? Who knows? It just comes off as weird...
Why oh why didn't the manufacturer of the pen not pursue a licensing arrangement for it?
And even a run of the mill Bic pen would have been superior to a lot of the stuff that did get merchandised.
She'll do anything to make this experiment happen, short of taking a life, and Maggie, memory gone, can't hurt him. Julia coolly pushes a cigarette in a holder, then lights it in Barnabas' candelabra.
The white slippers ascend the Old House stairs. Barnabas notes how deadly silent the room is--the clock stopped! The door blows open and Josette, her face covered in a bridal veil, enters. He's pathetically happy to see her, but she doesn't feel the same. He forced her to come, and demands he keep his distance. She assures him she doesn't hate him, she's beyond all that. She feels nothing.