641 - December 8, 1968

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- The great house of Collinwood is calm now,

but it is a false calm, for in the neighboring village

a m*rder has been committed.

The torn body lies in the Blue Whale Tavern,

awaiting discovery.

A vicious crime, committed by one who was not

a man when the moon is full.

[screaming]

- Amy!

What is it?

What's wrong?

- My brother!

My brother!

Something's happened to my brother!

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- Now, now, you've had a bad dream.

You must have, dear. - No, no, not a dream.

- What else could it be?

- What's the matter? What happened?

- It's Chris.

It's Chris.

- What's wrong with your brother?

- He's-- he's--

- He's all right, I'm sure. - No!

No!

- Tell you what.

I'll go telephone him at his hotel.

You'll see.

- Please call him.

- Now, what do you think has happened to your brother?

Tell me.

It will help you to forget it if you do.

- Honest?

- Try it and see.

- I don't know what happened to him.

- Are you sure?

- I just saw him.

- What was he doing?

- He-- he was in the dark.

Out there.

He was all alone.

I-- I couldn't see his face but he was crying.

I could tell.

And he's too big to cry.

- Amy, no one ever is.

- Well, what was he out in the dark?

Why was he crying?

What would make him cry?

- Hello? Collinsport Inn?

Mr. Christopher Jennings, please.

But he must be in.

Please keep ringing.

All right, thank you.

No, no message.

- He wasn't crying, Amy.

You just imagined that he was.

- No.

- Amy, it happened in your mind.

- But he was doing it.

And don't tell me it was a dream again

because I wasn't asleep at all.

- Well, it was a sort of a daydream, then.

- They can be real?

- Yes.

If you love someone very much, you

can sense what's happening to them.

I know that.

- Then you believe me?

- Of course, I do, darling.

- Did you talk to him?

Did you?

Is he all right?

Is he?

- He's fine.

He was sorry you were upset and worried about him.

- He was?

- And you're not to anymore.

- But I have no one else to worry about.

- Yes, you have.

You have Vicki and David and me.

You have everyone here.

- That's true.

I never thought of that before.

- Now, you get back into bed and get some sleep.

Good night, dear. - Good night.

- Come.

I'll tuck you into bed and you can

say your prayers all over again and pretend

you're just going to sleep.

- All right.

I wish you'd kiss me good night.

- Of course, I will. Good night.

- Good night.

- I hated to lie to the poor child but what else could I do?

I cannot understand where Christopher Jennings is.

I must call her in tomorrow and tell her about this.

I think it would be a good idea to ask

him to have lunch with us.

Just to reassure her.

Oh, Vicki, don't start thinking about Jeff tonight.

- Do you see the time on his watch?

- :.

- That's the time he disappeared.

I know because when I went to call Professor Stokes,

I glanced at the clock.

It was nearly that hour then.

- It doesn't do any good to think about that.

- It was nearly that time then.

Oh, it stopped the exact moment he disappeared.

Why didn't I realize that before?

- Vicki, does knowing this change anything?

- It does! It does!

- How?

- Mrs. Stoddard, I know you won't believe this

but he never had this watch in this house.

Yet I found it here.

He's been in his room.

He must have been.

He left this watch as some kind of a sign to me.

If only I could understand it.

Why can't I understand it?

- Vicki, I know advice isn't wanted,

but I must beg you for your own sake: think of yourself

now, your happiness in the future.

You'll never be happy believing all this.

- Wouldn't you, if you were me?

- Yes, I suppose I would for a while anyway.

Well, good night, dear. - Good night.

- Try to get some sleep.

I wish there was something I could do.

- You do enough just being here with me.

Thank you.

- Jeff?

Jeff, are you here?

Are you in this room, Jeff?

If you are, please, please let me see you.

Oh, Jeff, I miss you so.

Please, please.

Oh, you are here!

You are!

- Vicki, Vicki, please, please, may I sleep with you tonight?

Please?

May I, please?

- Oh, Jeff.

Jeff.

- You do not wish me to see Miss Winters?

Is that it, Mrs. Stoddard?

- I wish it was as simple as that.

I know she sent for you but I'm afraid of what

she's going to ask you to do.

- Whatever it is, I shall be most happy.

- No, please, don't encourage her.

She must forget Jeff Clark.

You know that as well as I do. She must.

- Why do you have a man's watch?

- Oh, don't play with that, darling.

I'm sorry.

It's just that it belonged to my husband.

- It's stopped.

- Yes, I know.

- You should wind it.

- No, no.

- Why?

What's the point in having a watch if it's not going?

- I have it because it's his, and because he wanted very much

for me to keep it.

[knocking]

- Vicki, I brought Professor Stokes here.

I thought you'd have a better chance

to talk to him without interruption.

- Good evening, my dear.

I was very sorry to hear about what happened.

- I know you were, Professor.

- He's funny.

- I beg your pardon?

- I like you.

- So my appeal extends to all ages now.

Good.

- Amy, this is Professor Stokes.

- How you do, Professor?

Are you going to help with our lessons?

- No, he isn't, but I'm going to help you with your arithmetic.

Vicki says it needs lots of attention.

Come along.

- Goodbye, Professor.

- Until we meet again.

- How early it gets dark at this time of year.

- Do you feel a presence in this room, Professor?

I'm getting so I can't tell anymore.

I feel him with me constantly.

- That must be a great comfort to you?

- It is...

And it isn't.

Professor Stokes, I want to be with him.

Oh, no, that's not right.

I have to join him.

- Why did you send for me?

I am not a wizard, Miss Winters.

I don't transport people through time.

- I know that.

Is he here?

Listening to us?

- If he is here, I'm positive he'll give you a sign.

A sign for you to forget all--

all of this insanity.

- Is loving insane, Professor?

- It has been known to be.

- No, I won't accept that.

You gave my husband something that--

that last night.

Something that made him know that he had lived before,

something that must have made him

available to be called back.

- I gave him three Indian herbs.

- Will you give them to me? - No.

- You must.

- "Must" is a word I do not recognize.

I can or I cannot; I wish to or I don't wish to.

- Don't hide behind words, Professor.

- What I gave your husband made him available to be

called back, yes.

But the herbs did not take him there.

He belonged there.

- And I belong with him.

Let me try them.

- No.

No, no, they are much too dangerous.

- I'll take all the responsibility.

Look, I'll write it down now, that I

forced you to give them to me.

If Jeff gives you a sign, will you then?

- Do you feel his presence in this room?

- If you are here, tell him to help me.

I know you want me with you.

I know that.

Make him help me.

- I'm afraid, my dear Miss Winters, that if he is here,

he feels as I do.

Your place is here.

Your time is now.

- No!

I'm meant to be with him.

- The only way you can join him is to die.

- You didn't sleep too well last night, remember?

- I remember.

- Now, I'll see you in the morning.

- Will Vicki come kiss me good night?

- Well, she's still with Professor Stokes,

but she'll look in on you before she goes to bed.

Good night, dear. - Good night.

Who are you?

- You're crying.

Why are you crying?

Who are you?

Who?

- Why won't you understand me?

I was in the past.

That's where I met him.

I was not dead.

- But you were in jail, being tried for witchcraft.

- Yes.

- Do you want to go back to that?

- But surely I could go back to an earlier time.

- And know what is ahead of you?

He was hanged for m*rder.

You know that, too.

- Yes, yes.

- What kind of a life would the two of you

have knowing how it must end? - We could change it.

- History?

It's not so accommodating.

You have seen his grave.

- What can I do?

What?

- You can forget about him.

- No.

There must be some answer.

There must be.

Jeff, tell me what it is.

Tell me.

- He cannot tell you because he does not know.

You must give him up, Vicki.

You must give him up.

- No! Never!

- Vicki. - Never!

- Vicki!

Vicki!

- Why is it called Widow's?

Why?

Tell me.

Let me help you.

Quentin?

Quentin?

Why won't you answer?

- Vicki, what is it?

- We haven't finished our talk yet, Miss Winters.

- You're not going out tonight, not after all those attacks.

Vicki, please!

- Miss Winters, stay. - You must.

- Please, Mrs. Stoddard.

- Oh, Vicki, I can't let you.

- I am not a child.

Let me alone!

- We must follow her.

- Did she ever talk that way before, Mrs. Stoddard?

- No, of course not.

- Then think of the reason she did now.

Following her now can only cause trouble between you,

at a time when she needs a friend.

- There's an animal prowling around the town.

There was a m*rder last night.

Amy?

- Did you come to say good night, Amy?

- Do you hear them crying?

- What are you talking about?

- The widows.

- Widows?

- Yes.

Outside.

I opened my window and I heard them.

Who are they?

- Mrs. Stoddard, what does it mean?

- There's a legend that when you can

hear the widows on a stormy night, someone will die.

- But the only way you can join him is to die.

To die.

To die.

To die.

To die.

To die.

To die.

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