Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Episode 12: Cotton Candy

Tuesday, July 12, 1966

My name is Victoria Winters. The night wind batters the house on Widow’s Hill with the force of a thousand demons. There’s no world beyond, it seems—only the waves, and the wind, and the terrible loneliness of fear. I’ve decided to stay and continue my search, and yet, there’ve been no answers.

Vicki is off on one of her lonely walks along the cliff. Roger shows up—wearing a turtleneck—and says he wants to talk to her. That’s never a good sign.
The wind, as if whistling through pipes, makes an eerie sound and Vicki wonders what it is. Roger tells her it’s the wind or the widows “moaning with grief, as they have for hundreds of years.”
“Don’t they ever get tired?”
“It is not a joke, Miss Winters.” They used to wait for their husbands to come back from the sea. After Jeremiah built the house, they were no longer permitted there. But they haven’t gone.
They won’t harm her, though; she’s the governess, not a family member.
Roger asks what message Sam gave her to give to him. Just to tell him Sam was looking for him, she says. She thinks the wailing sound is frightening.
“The ghosts of the past are always frightening, Miss Winters.”

Sam tells Maggie he’s thinking of leaving Collinsport. She wonders if this has anything to do with Roger Collins. He denies this and tells her he loves her more than anything in the world.

The widows have gone away (Roger) or the wind has died down (Vicki). She tells him Sam also said not to tell anyone else about the message. Roger testily queries her about having coffee with Burke. He warns her that Devlin is a dangerous man.
Vicki says Burke wanted to know how Roger reacted when he heard Burke had returned, and that she told him he should ask Roger himself. He said he would.

Maggie tells her father the world is full of pain and unhappiness, but they can hold it off as long as they stand together. Sam says he's trying to protect her. "What do you think I'm made of, cotton candy?" She wants to know why things have changed so much between the two of them. Some things just can't be faced, he tells her.

Roger says there will be a struggle with Burke, and “no one who lives at Collinwood will be untouched.” He advises Vicki to go back home (of course).
Carolyn arrives to ask Roger to return to the house. Her mother wants to see him in the drawing room. After he leaves, she tells Vicki that Burke is waiting in the drawing room.

Roger calls Sam before going to the drawing room. He suggests it might be a good idea if Sam got out of town. After Sam hangs up, Maggie, who answered the phone, wants to know if it’s Roger and if he’s connected with this.
The phone rings again. Sam picks up the receiver and hangs it up. Then he takes it off the hook.
Maggie wants to know what her father is afraid of. She asks him about what happened ten years ago, the man who got killed, Burke’s going to prison. How far Sam plans to run. Does he really think he can get away from whatever is tearing him apart?
He admits he doesn’t. She says they’ll stand together and lick them all. She’s willing to take her chances if he is.

Carolyn recommends Vicki ask Matthew some of her questions. What could possibly go wrong?

Roger is trying to leave for town rather than going to the drawing room when Carolyn tells him Burke is there, and that he seems like a very nice person.
“Did you bring him here?”
“How could you?”
“I wanted to help.”
Roger girds his loins to beard the lion in the drawing room. He’s now in a suit and tie. It must be bad form to wear a turtleneck to town.

Cast, In Order of Appearance

Victoria Winters . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Alexandra Moltke
Roger Collins . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Louis Edmonds
Sam Evans . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mark Allen
Maggie Evans . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Kathryn Leigh Scott
Carolyn Stoddard . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Nancy Barrett

Fashion by Ohrbach’s
Directed by Lela Swift
Story created and written by Art Wallace

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