231 - May 15, 1967

[bunniefuu]

[narrating]
- My name is Victoria Winters.

An overwhelming force has taken possession of a young girl.

Unseen, unsuspected,

it withdraws the life from her.

The telltale marks are a frightening indication

of what this girl has been victim to.


- [sighs] Burke and Vicki just left.

He's taking her home.

She's still pretty shaken.


- Thank God she was here to answer that phone.

Never in a million years

would we have thought to look in the cemetery for her.


- I just wish I knew what made her go there.


- Oh, why doesn't that doctor get here?


- Well, he'll be here as quickly as he can, Sam.


- Look at her.

She looks bad.

I've never seen her look so bad.

The marks on her neck...

what are they?


- I don't know.


- I can't figure out what they are

or how they got there.

How'd they get there, Joe?
- [dogs howling]


- How did they get there?


- [whimpering]

♪♪

[announcer]
- Today, the part of Dr. Woodard

will be played by Robert Gerringer.


- What's the matter, Sam?


- Oh... I
-
- I thought it was gonna come in this room.


- What? What was?


- That dog howling out there.

You heard it didn't you?
- Yeah, sure I did.


- What's it doing always hanging around out here?


- Oh, listen, it's been heard all over town.

It's just a dog.


- These doors were open. Why are they always open?


- Well, she probably wanted some fresh air.


- You know, she must have gone out

through those
-
- those French windows.

[dog howling]
- [whimpering]


- There it goes again!

If I had a shotgun, I'd go after it.


- Sam, she's waking up.


- Why doesn't that horse
-and
-buggy doctor get here?


- He'll be here, Sam.


- [whimpering]


- Aw...

Oh... easy, Maggie.


- [whimpering]


- Easy. Easy.

Oh, you're...

Yeah... you're okay, Maggie.

Everything is right. You're safe.

Your hand is... [clears throat] cold.

It's like ice. Why is it so cold, Joe?


- What happened to me, Pop?


- Oh... nothing.

You, uh... just got lost.

You had a bad night, dear.


- Bad night?


- Don't you remember?


- No, I...

I remember going to sleep, that's all.

Just went to sleep.


- Well, don't you
-
- Don't you remember going out of the house?


- Out of the house?

Where did I go?


- Well, you
-
-
- Sam, maybe you'd better not.


- What do you mean better not?

I want to know.

I've got to know.


- Well, wait 'til you're more rested, dear.


- Tell me.


- Well, I...

Oh, if I'd stayed here, this wouldn't have happened.


- Oh, it's my fault.


- Fault?

What?

Tell me, please.


- Well, I
-
- I allowed you to chase me out of the house.


- Chase you out?


- You accused me of being a baby
-sitter,

don't you remember?


- Oh, I think I remember talking to you.


- You told me in no uncertain terms to scram,

which I did, thinking you were gonna get back into bed.


- Then, instead of that, you ran out

through those windows.

Don't you remember going through those windows?


- I'm not sure.

Where did I
-
- Where'd I go?


- Well, you, uh... you just kind of wandered around.


- Until Vicki and Burke found you.


- Vicki and Burke?


- Sure, they brought you back here.


- Where?

Where did they find me?


- Now, Maggie, that isn't important.


- Where did they find me?

I'll call
-
- I'll call Vicki and find out myself.


- They...

They
-
- They found you in the cemetery,

up on Eagle's Hill.


- Cemetery?

No!
- Yes.

Have you any idea what you were doing there?


- No. No.

Was I alone?

What was I doing when they found me?


- Well, you were lying on the ground.

You were unconscious.


- Well... was I alone?


- Yes.


- Oh, I think I can remember

being in the cemetery.

I wasin the cemetery.

I remember Vicki and Burke standing over me.

[Joe]
- You mean it's coming back to you?


- I'm beginning to remember things.

[Sam]
- Well, that's a good sign.


- I remember Burke going after someone.

[Joe]
- That's right. He saw a shadow,

but he couldn't find anyone.


- You, uh, think someone was with you?


- No.

No.

I was alone.


- What is it, Maggie?


- Oh, Pop, I'm so cold.

I'm so cold!

Colder than I have ever been in my life.

♪♪

♪♪


- How does it read, Doc?


- It's five degrees below normal.

Well, let's see what that pulse has to say.

Give me your hand, Maggie.

Come on, please.

Left hand.

That's a cold hand.


- Well, uh, actually,

I put all the blankets on there that I could.

She was freezing, shaking like a leaf.

I'm trying to keep the room warm.


- Do you have to do that?
- Yes, I do, young lady.

Now let me roll up your sleeve.

Just so.

All right.

Now, that doesn't hurt too much, does it?


- No.

[apparatus pumping]


- I wish you wouldn't be so mistrustful of me, Maggie.

All I want to do is make you well.


- Make me well?


- That's what I'm here for.

Now, um...

how many of those pills that I left

have you taken?


- I don't remember.


- Well, actually, she didn't have too much of a chance to.


- That skin, the color is very gray.

What's the matter, Maggie?


- Nothing!


- You don't mind if I take a little look

in your eyes, now, do you?


- Must you?


- You know I wouldn't bother you with things like this

unless I thought I had to.

Now the other one.

You got to relax, Maggie. You're all tensed up.

[sighs]

Now, you just tell me one thing.

Who told you that you could get out of that bed?


- No one.


- You know, Maggie, you're one of those patients

that doctors moan about at medical conventions,

the kind that makes our work so much more troublesome.


- I didn't call you, Dr. Woodard.


- No, I know you didn't.

Your father did, and rightly, too.

You're a very sick young woman.

Now, Maggie...

I'm going to ask you something,

and I want you to think very hard before you answer me.

As far as you know,

have you ever walked in your sleep?


- No, I haven't.


- How about dreaming about sleepwalking?


- I can't remember what I dream!


- But you
-
- you remember that dream you had the other night.


- Pop!
- Now, what dream was that?


- Well, she had a dream that upset her very much.

She dreamed that she saw a coffin,

and when it opened, she was inside it.


- Well, I don't pretend to be a dream analyst,

but it seems I can see a possible connection.

You dream about this coffin with you inside it,

tonight you take a walk for yourself,

and we discover you in a cemetery.

It just seems more than likely

there might be some related dream

in which you were searching for that coffin.


- Please!

Please stop talking about it!


- Maggie, I understand.

This is all very upsetting for you.

Sam, I think we can safely assume

that Maggie indeed did a little sleepwalking tonight

and that that's how she got to that cemetery,

and not in any other way, huh?

Now...


- No!
- What's the matter, Maggie?


- Nothing.
- Let me see your throat.

Maggie...

how did you get these?


- I don't know.


- How did you happen to come by these wounds in your throat?


- I don't know.
- Oh, listen. What do you mean?

You've got two puncture wounds in the skin on your throat,

and you're trying to tell a doctor

you don't know anything about how they got there?

I want to know the circumstances

under which you received these wounds.

They seem very precise.

I'm absolutely certain they weren't there

when I examined you earlier tonight.


- No, they weren't there. I can assure you of that.


- Well, then she must have gotten them in the cemetery

or on the way.

Hope they're not infected.

I'd better get something on those.


- No! No!

They've got to be left alone!

They've got to be left alone!

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- Now, what do you mean by saying

they should be left alone?


- They're nothing. They're not important.


- All right, so they're not important,

but even the tiniest injury, even a scratch,

must be attended to.

Suppose it got infected.

Now, let me see them again, Maggie.

Come on, turn your head.

Well, thank goodness, they seem to be clean at any rate.


- Is it a cut, Doc?


- No, it's definitely a puncture.

They're two small holes. Round.

If it had been something she fell against, you see,

the edges of the holes would be torn.

Maggie, you didn't stick a pin in your neck by any chance?

Maybe a piece of costume jewelry?


- Not that I can remember.


- Well, maybe you'll remember later.

Sam, as small as those puncture wounds are,

they should have bled somewhat.

Wasn't there any blood on her clothing at all?


- Not a drop.


- Tell me, Maggie, is it painful?


- No!

Leave me alone!

Everybody's got to leave me alone!

[Joe]
- How is she?


- Sort of half
-asleep.


- What do you think, Doc?


- She's in a very serious condition.

There's something I've got to do immediately

just to save her life.


- Her life?
- Yes, Sam, her life!

The body doesn't function without a blood supply.

Now, she has barely enough in her right now

to keep her going.

I'd like to give her a transfusion right away.

Do you realize that your daughter

has undergone two severe losses of blood

in a very short period of time?


- Losses of blood?
- Yes!

[sighs]
- Well...

you mean you're gonna have to take her to the hospital?


- No, I don't dare move her now.

I tell you, I want to give her a transfusion

right here and now.

I would, too, if either of you had the right type blood.

She's type A.


- I have type A.


- Joe, are you sure? Are you positive?


- Absolutely, yes.


- [sighs]

You know...

when I first examined her, I suspected a blood disease.

I've begun to doubt that now.

Of course, I won't know for sure

'til I get the reports from the lab,

but until I know precisely what treatment

should be given to her,

I've got to take the most obvious step.

I've got to replenish that blood supply.

I want to get that blood flowing into her right away.

I'm afraid she's gonna go into shock,

terribly afraid that she's gonna go plunging down into shock!

[sighs]


- [whimpering]

[whimpering continues]

What... What are you doing?

[Woodard]
- It's all right, Maggie.

Now, just hold still.

Hold still.[dog howling]


- There it goes again.

I wish I could get near it.


- [screaming]


- Listen to that.

It's getting nearer.

[howling and whimpering continue]


- No! No!


- Maggie!
- Take it easy, Maggie!


- Take your hand away! Sam, hold that hand.


- No!

Don't take his blood!

Don't take his blood!

[sobbing]


- Well, I'll tell you, Doc, she scared me pretty badly

trying to tear that needle out like that.


- Well, I'll give you a prescription

that should help you to avoid

that sort of thing happening again.


- Uh
-huh.
- I want you to have this made out

as fast as you can.


- What is it?
- It's a tranquilizer.


- Uh
-huh.


- The most important thing for us

is to keep her relaxed until I find out

what the proper treatment for her is.


- Uh
-huh. I'll get it filled immediately.


- Now, Sam...

I'm gonna ask you one other thing,

which I realize is very demanding.


- What's that?


- I want you to keep that girl of yours

under a constant watch,

and I mean constant!

She's obviously a sleepwalker,

and she can't be trusted alone.

Neither can she afford to be allowed out of that bed.

Now, we were just plain lucky

that she didn't go down into shock.

I understand that you can't possibly keep watch on her

all by yourself,

but you're just gonna have to dig up some friends
-
-

Joe and some other people
-
-

to spell you a couple hours out of this time, see?

[sighs]

Maybe a nurse if you can afford it.

But the main thing, the most important thing is,

whoever's with her is somebody

that she knows, trusts, has confidence in.


- Yes. I won't let her be alone, Doc.


- All right, and I'll get by early tomorrow.

You've got my number in case you need me.

I'd stay the night, but I have to get up

early tomorrow and operate first thing.


- Uh
-huh. Well thanks, Doc.

I
-
- I can't tell you how much I appreciate this.


- Well, I can't tell you how seriously

I mean what I tell you.

We're dealing with a condition here, Sam,

that's far from normal.

No matter what Maggie says, no matter what she does,

don't let her out of your sight.


- All right.


- Good night, Sam.
- Good night, Doc.


- [whimpering]


- Maggie?


- Who is it?


- It's me.


- Joe!

I feel
-
- feel so strange.


- Well, you're
-
- you're tired and weak.


- Tired.

Tired.

Where's Pop?


- Oh, he just went out to get a prescription filled.

He'll be back in a minute.


- I think I remember taking your blood.


- You needed some, Mag.


- I wish you hadn't.


- What are you talking about? You needed a transfusion.


- I don't
-
- I don't want your blood.

I don't want anyone's blood.


- I don't understand.


- Oh, Joe...

stay out of this.

Stay out of this.
- Stay out of what?

[door opens]


- How is she, Joe?


- Oh...

I guess she's better. She...

She came out of it for a little bit.


- Good.

Well, you've had a pretty rough night.

Maybe you ought to go home and get some rest.


- Okay.

What time would you like me to come back in the morning?


- Oh, I
-
- I don't know. I'll give you a call.


- Any time.


- Well, I found these keys.

I think I'm gonna lock these windows.


- Oh... that's a good idea.

I'll see you in the morning.


- Okay, Joe.

Thank you very much. Good night.


- Good night.

Good night, Maggie.

See you soon.
- Good night.

[door opens, shuts]

[sighs]

[exhales sharply]

[dog howling]

[Maggie whimpering]

[howling continues]

[howling continues]


- Maggie!

Maggie! Stop it!


- Let me out! Let me out!


- Stop it, Maggie!
- Let me out!


- No!
- Let me out!

Let me out!
- Maggie!


- [whimpering]

♪♪

[announcer]
- "Dark Shadows" is a Dan Curtis production.