234 - May 18, 1967

[bunniefuu]

[narrating]
- My name is Victoria Winters.

The night that now shrouds Collinwood

seems to be standing still.

Its move toward morning seems to be forgotten.

And even the mist from the sea doesn't stir in the night air.

But within the night itself all is far from still...

and suspended, motionless within the dark,

a violence seems to wait, ready to erupt.


- I hope now your tongue is looser.


- I didn't do it.


- I beg your pardon?


- I said, I didn't do it.


- I hope I don't hear correctly.

Did you say you didn't do it?


- I didn't.
- Careful.

I'll have to loosen your tongue even further.


- No, don't, please.


- All I want you to do is to admit it.


- No.


- A phone call was made to Miss Winters.


- I didn't do it.
- No one else could have.

You let them know, didn't you?
- No.


- You sent them to the cemetery on Eagle Hill.


- I didn't.


- You told her Maggie would be there.


- No.


- You also allowed your friend Jason

to follow you to the cemetery.


- I didn't know he was following me.


- You have got him asking questions.


- I couldn't help it.


- I don't like people asking questions.

And I like even less the people who inspire the questions.


- Well, I didn't tell them anything.


- I still say that I dislike people

who
-
- who break a trust.

You broke a great trust, didn't you?

You broke a trust when you told Miss Winters

that Maggie could be found at Eagle Hill.

[creepy music plays]

♪♪


- I won't do anything wrong.

I promise I won't.


- I believe you.

But I'm afraid you must do something

about your friend Jason McGuire.

You must tell him not to come around here anymore.

And you must ask him to stop his stupid questions.


- Well, I told him that.


- Then you must tell him more effectively.


- Well, how?


- I'll leave that entirely up to you.

If you fail...

Well, I suggest you don't.


- But I've done all I can to make him stop.


- I hate to think that is true.


- I'll talk to him.

I'll see he stays away.


- And now leave me.

[thunderclap]

I want to meditate.

Oh, Willie?

One small word of advice.


- What's that?


- Don't allow your persuasions

to arouse even further suspicions.

And don't do anything that might attract attention

to your dealings with Mr. McGuire.

Nothing drastic.


- But how can I get him to stop?


- I consider the problem entirely yours.

Now leave me alone.

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder rumbling][wind blowing]


- Maggie?


- The storm is over now.


- I know. I should hope so.

That's quite a story that Vicki told me.

You know, she said she actually thought that she could

see someone standing outside these windows.


- I know that's what it seemed like,

but it was really nothing.

I think when the doors blew open it scared her so much

that her imagination got the better of her.


- Hmm, okay, honey.

Well, I know how the imagination

can get the better of you on a night like this.

Oh, well, why don't you try to get some sleep, hmm?


- It's cool and clear now.

I'm not tired. Not anymore.


- But you hardly slept at all.


- But I'm wide awake.


- Oh, no, no, no, come on, Maggie.

Come on, you've got to lie down and get some rest.


- I'm better, much better.


- Now, now, now, you've been sick.


- I want to go out.


- No, no, no, you've got to lie down.


- But it's so beautiful now.


- Now, come on, try to get just a little bit of rest.


- Don't be so concerned.

Can't you see I'm much better?


- Yes, yes, all right.

I'll be right here.


- No reason for you to stay here.

I'm all right now.


- Ah, shh, shh, shh, shh.

You just try and get some sleep.


- All right. I'll try.

[sighs] Sleep...

No dreams.

No dreams.

No dreams.

No dreams.


- I'm really much better, Doctor.


- Yes, I'd... say that you were very much improved.


- Can I go to work today?
- Not so fast.


- Not yet.

Rest. That's what you need, Maggie.


- There's nothing wrong with me.


- Well, nothing that a little rest can't cure.

You'll see that she gets it, Sam, huh?


- Now, don't worry, Dave, I will.


- This is ridiculous.

I can't stay cooped up in here indefinitely.


- Now Maggie, you've got to listen to what Dave tells you.


- Your neck Maggie, does it bother you at all?


- What?


- Those wounds on your neck, are they irritated or anything?


- I forgot all about 'em.


- They seem to be healing nicely.

If they do get irritated,

now don't you scratch them or inflame them.


- They don't bother me at all.


- Good.

I'll check by again in a day or two.


- A day or two?

I'll be up and around by then.


- Well, we'll see about that.


- Well, Dave, I'll, uh, see you to the door.


- Thanks, Sam.

Keep up the good work, young lady,

and remember what I told you.

You rest.

When you get tired of resting, rest some more.


- Then you, uh, really think there's nothing to worry about?


- I don't think so.


- You don't sound as convinced, Dave,

as I'd like you to be.


- Well, when something's as elusive as this,

I don't like to get too complacent too quickly.


- Look, do you have any idea what's wrong with her?


- No, Sam, I don't.

I hope I know a great deal more

when we get the report back from those blood tests.

In the meantime, though, you just have to do

what I've already told you.

Make sure she gets plenty of rest,

keep her on that prescription I gave you,

and most importantly,

make sure that somebody's with her all the time.


- Ah. Dave...

are you sure that there's something you're not telling me?


- No, there's nothing I'm not telling you.

When I'm more certain that the sleepwalking's over,

then I won't be so concerned

about someone always being with her.


- Hmm.


- You know, she was lucky that last time.

No serious accident, just those, uh...

things on her neck.

Could be worse the next time.

She could be hit by a car, she can take a fall

from those, those, those cliffs by the shore.


- Now, Dave, please, please.


- I'm not trying to frighten you, Sam.

I just want to impress you on the importance

of having someone with her at all times.


- If I can't be with her, someone else will.


- Good. [clears throat]


- Oh, um, Dave?


- Yeah? [clears throat]


- Do you think that sleepwalking is,

is due maybe to some, uh, psychological disturbance?


- I don't think it is.
- Well...


- As a matter of fact, I'm
-
-

I seriously doubt it.


- But suppose it is, now.

Shouldn't I get her to some sort of a specialist?


- Well, I think it's a little early

to begin thinking in those terms.

Look, I have known Maggie for a long time, Sam,

and I think of her as a very stable young woman.

I think we'll give her a chance to get a good rest.

If she keeps improving the way she's improving now, well...

maybe we can just stop worrying about her.


- I'm sorry, Dave, but I just can't help feeling

that there's something worrying you.


- Not worrying...

Rather... puzzling.


- What is it?


- Sam, it's those punctures on her throat.

I haven't got the slightest idea where they came from.

And I wish I did.


- You said yourself she could have fallen or it could have

been a piece of open costume jewelry that stuck her.


- Yes, yes, yes.


- Well then, what is it?


- Oh, nothing, I guess it's just my own curiosity.

Besides, the wounds are healing normally.


- But do you see any connection

between the cuts and Maggie's condition?


- Well, only the fact that the accident,

uh, whatever it was,

seems to have happened while she was in her somnambulistic state.

That's why I am so insistent about making sure

that somebody's with her all the time.

We can't afford to take any chances.


- You're sure that's the only connection there is?


- All right, Sam...

No.

I'm not sure.

[wind blowing]


- I, uh, hate to impose on you this way, Vicki, but...


- Not at all.


- Well, the painting's almost finished and, uh,

as Maggie reminded me,

we can't afford to lose the commission...


- You go right ahead.
- ...particularly now.


- But tell me, how is she?


- Oh, much better.

But the doctor wants someone with her.

He's afraid that she might try to go out sleepwalking again.


- I understand.


- Oh, Vicki, you probably might find her a little restless.


- Restless?


- Well, uh... resentful is probably a more accurate word.

She hates anybody to be with her.


- I can understand that.


- So, if you find her a little bit unpleasant,

well, then you'll just have to toss it off.


- I will.
- Yeah.

And, uh, listen,

she might try anything to get you out of the house,

but don't pay any attention to her.


- Don't worry. I won't leave her for a minute.


- Thank you.

[door opens]

Hi, Maggie.

How are you feeling?


- Is my father gone?


- Yes, he left just a minute ago.


- To work on that portrait of Barnabas Collins?


- Yes, I wish that Barnabas would change his habits.

It's an awful imposition on your father

to make him work in the nighttime.


- So then you'll be staying with me tonight

until he gets back.


- Yes.


- Thanks, Vicki.


- Well, your father certainly was wrong.


- What?


- He said you'd be resentful of having someone

hover around you all the time.


- No, Vicki, really!

I'm very grateful, honestly I am.


- Maggie, what is it, what's the matter?


- Nothing, I... I'm very grateful, that's all.


- You look so frightened.


- Frightened?

Of what? Why?


- Well, I don't know, Maggie, but you do look scared.


- No, I'm all right.

In fact, I'm much better.

I don't see why anyone has to stay with me.

Why do I have to stay in bed

when there's nothing wrong with me?


- Maggie, please.

Try to take it easy on yourself.

Don't get excited.


- I'm sorry, I'm...

I've got to try to control myself.


- You've got to try to relax.

Is there anything you'd like me to get for you?

How about some warm milk?


- No, I don't want anything.

Yes.

That would be nice.

Some warm milk.


- All right. I'll be just a minute.


- No, don't!


- Maggie, what's the matter?


- Don't leave me.


- I, I was just going for a minute, just
-
-


- I know, but I don't want anything.

Don't leave me.

Please, not for a minute, no matter what I say,

no matter what I do.


- Oh, Maggie, why can't you tell me why you're so afraid?


- Please promise me...

Please promise me you won't leave me.


- Of course, I promise.

What is it, Maggie?

Can't you tell me?


- It's nothing...

It's nothing...

It's nothing.

I'm all right.


- [sighs]

Oh, I guess we both could use a break.


- I'm terribly sorry to interrupt this way.

We can continue if you want to.


- No, no, I just can't seem to get this shading right.

Something as simple as that.


- Please try.


- No, it's no good.


- Don't stop.


- Oh, I'll stick with it, but...

there's no sense you sitting there.

You can, uh, take a walk.

Something I've gotta do on my own.


- Well, let it go for now

and continue on some other part of the portrait.


- No
-no, no, I don't work that way.

When I get stuck with something,

I fuss with it until I get it right.

Well
-
- well, you can sit in that chair if you want to.


- No, not if it isn't necessary.

[dog yipping and howling]

How beautiful the night seems.

If you'll excuse me for a while while you go on working,

a night as beautiful as this should never be wasted.


- Mm
-hmm.

[dog howling]


- Is Mr. Collins up in his room?


- What?


- Mr. Collins, where is he?


- I don't know.


- Look, he didn't go out, did he?


- Maybe. I don't know.

Well, maybe he did, I guess he did.


- Did he say how long he might be gone?


- I don't remember.


- When did he go, how long ago?


- Look, can't you see I'm trying to do some work?


- Your daughter...


- What?


- I, I heard she wasn't well.


- What are you talking about?


- I heard your daughter was sick.


- Now, you listen to me.

In the first place, don't you ever mention

my daughter's name again.

In the second place, I don't like to be bothered

when I am trying to do some work!


- I only wanted to know, is your daughter sick?


- Didn't you hear what I said?

I said don't ever mention her name!


- There's nothing wrong.

I refuse to be treated as though something was wrong.


- Maggie, can't you tell me?

Did, did you have a bad dream?


- I've had all I can stand.


- Maggie, just a minute ago,

you were sleeping so peacefully.

[dog howling]
- That's ridiculous.

I'm not a child.

There's no reason for you to be here.


- But Maggie, just a minute ago

you, you, you told me to, to stay here with you.


- I know, but I've thought it over

and it's obviously not necessary.

So why don't you go on home?


- I can't.


- There's no reason for you to be here.


- I promised your father.


- An absurd promise. [dog howling louder]


- What's that sound?


- What sound?


- Those dogs.

Can't you hear it?


- I don't hear a thing. [dog howling]


- They're howling, they're
-
-

They're coming closer.


- If you're so scared why don't you leave?


- No, I... I'm not scared.


- Yes, you are. Look at you, you're trembling.


- No, I, I'm...

I'm not, I...

I, I, I can't leave, Maggie.

I've got to stay here with you.


- Why?

Do you think something's wrong

just because I don't go along

with this ridiculous idea that I'm sick?

[dogs snarling]


- Oh, Maggie, please, what
-
- what's that sound?!

Those dogs, you do hear them, don't you?


- I don't hear a thing.

Why don't you leave?


- Maggie, I can't leave you.

You know that I can't.

[dogs growling]

Those dogs, they're
-
- they're getting closer.

[dogs barking]


- If you're so frightened, why don't
-
-


- Oh, Maggie, look!

[dogs snarling and growling]

It's gonna get us!


- Go away!

Go away. Why don't you leave?!


- Oh, Maggie, there's something trying to get in.

Go away!

Oh, Maggie... [crying]

I've got to get help!

[dogs barking and snarling]

Burke, please, you've got to get here.

Burke, please, something's happening.

Oh, Burke, please, hurry!

Oh!

[dogs growling]

Maggie!

Oh, Maggie!

Please let me in!

Maggie, can't you hear me?!

Maggie?

Maggie!

Please, Maggie, let me in! [sobbing]

Maggie! Please, can't you hear me?

[creepy music plays]

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