she thinks Vicki fell asleep. To have the dream again, laments Barnabas. Julia says Cassandra has underestimated Vicki's strength, and Barnabas agrees- and how much consolation is there in that? He's being selfish. What is he roving--accomplishing?-nothing--Vicki is strong, but also being tortured, and he's allowing it. Julia says Vicki doesn't want to tell him the dream, and Barnabas says loving is her nature, not destroying, and he feels he, too, must have something in his nature that will be worthy of what she's doing for him. He can't let it go on-he's going to go to Vicki and let her tell him the dream. Julia protests, asks him to wait longer. It's already been too long, he says. Julia feels Vicki will survive the dream, and reminds Barnabas that if this reaches its conclusion, his fate will be worse than death.
Quentin dreams. He sees and hears a tambourine shaking. Magda enters his room and asks if he's ready. He tells her to stay away from him. Don't be frightened, she says, this is a simple ceremony. He refuses to come with her, but she says you must--Jenny is waiting for you. He refuses, ordering her out. Magda shakes the tambourine, telling him, you can't resist. No, he says, "I won't go, please don't make me do this, I'm begging you." He goes with her anyway, compelled to, protesting all the way..
do you understand why I had to do what I did to you? I do, says David solemnly. Good, says Jeb, I'm glad you do, even if Barnabas doesn't--the two of us always understand each other. "You were Alexander and Michael, weren't you?" asks David. Jeb grins. Yes, he admits--I call myself Jeb now--and you will always do exactly as I tell you. Yes, agrees David. Good, you're a good boy--you get an A, says Jeb, ruffling David's hair--remember the radio your father picked up in Boston for you? asks Jeb--you gave that to me, when I was Michael (actually, Alexander)--I knew then how close we'd be, when you'd learned what you must, and now you have--so I am going to give you something. Jeb displays his leather watch. That's neat, proclaims David.
Will and Carolyn lead Barnabas into the secret room behind the drawing room bookcase. In your own time, you must have spent plenty of time in here, eh, Mr. Collins? taunts Will--sit down.
Maggie sits beside Shaw in his two-seater car, heading for Windcliff. You've got to turn around, insists Maggie. It's too late, now, says Shaw--we're going to be at Windcliff soon. No, she protests, I've got to go back to Collinwood--you must take me. You must realize, he says, that what we're doing is going to be for the best for you.No, Collinwood is where I belong, she says. We've been driving for an hour and a half now, he says, you haven't said a word and you want to turn back now--why? (How far is Windcliff from Collinwood, it seems to range from a couple of miles to a couple of hundred!) I just realized that if we keep going like this, I'll never see Collinwood again, she says--or any of the people I love.
This isn't when she leaves the show is it?
And today's Must quote, I wonder if the Banker spit all of that out without looking at the teleprompter.
Samantha closes the double doors, then turns and looks at Quentin and Gerard. She tells Quentin he looks tired. Kind of you to notice, he says. I notice everything about you, she says. He rises and says, "Well--have you made up your mind."Yes, she says, I know with whom I must spend the rest of my life. The camera pans from Quentin's face to Gerard's.
but I must point out to you that this trust fund you've set up is going to put you in a slight bind, financially. Liz chuckles and asks what does he want her to do--go around and make sure all the lights are out? John laughs, too, and says nothing that serious--but there isn't any loose money lying around, and when you took over Roger's interest in the company, you tied up nearly all your own cash to do it. It had to be done, she says. I'm not criticizing you for it, he assures her, the notes are signed on the best possible terms, and eventually they can be paid off, but I must remind you, they are demand notes, and can be called at anytime. Why should they be called if I keep paying the interest? Liz asks. No reason, unless somebody wants to take over your company, says John, and I don't know why anybody would want to do that. (Uh oh!) I wonder, says Liz. Family institution, says John, I had to tell somebody that the other day when he was making inquiries about it. Who was it? asks Liz--who was making inquiries? I don't know, says John, it was some New York syndicate, I just fought them off. Try to find out, John, says Liz anxiously.
They go into the drawing room, where Liz tells Willie she'll make it brief and to the point--"Leave my daughter alone!" I didn't do anything to your daughter! says Willie. Then why did she have to threaten you with a gun? Asks Liz. She got nervous, smiles Willie--she's a very nervous girl. You must have done something to make he nervous, says Liz. All I did was touch her, but only to admire her hair, says Willie--nothing wrong with admiring her hair. I'm not going to argue with you, says Liz sternly, I'll tell you what I told Jason--leave my daughter alone or I'll call the police and have you put in jail--do you understand me? I hear you, he says. It's no idle threat, says Liz, I'll go through with it--leave Carolyn alone! She turns and leaves. Jason closes the doors and faces Willie, furious.
She tells him to get an unbroken spider's web from an oak tree--she's going to make a dress of it. He lasciviously expresses a desire to see her in that spider web dress, but she says it's for the headless clay figure she shows him.