Monday, August 8,
1966
My name is
Victoria Winters. Moment by moment, Collinwood has seen a tight coil of
tension, drawn closer to the breaking point, and now nothing remains but the
explosion itself—an explosion centered on a small piece of metal resting in the
palm of a man’s hand.
Roger easily flips back to
accusing Burke. David tries to leave, but Roger stops him. “This concerns you,
young man—this concerns you very much!”
Burke claims he found the
valve on the road. He found David wandering through town, and he stopped to
look by the accident site. David confirms this.
“Why didn’t you tell me this
before?” Roger asks.
“He never had the chance,
Roger. You didn’t give he boy a chance.”
David says Roger was yelling
too much for him to say anything, which is ridiculous, as he had plenty of time
to accuse Vicki.
Roger sends David and Burke to
wait in the hall. (Split them up!)
Vicki confirms the valve is
what was in David’s drawer.
Burke tells David he’s not so
sure he did the right thing. “Your father could have been killed.”
David denies everything.
“Sure, and I found that valve
lying on the road. Davey, we can tell those stories to them, but not to each
other.” He tells David he saw him put it under the sofa pillow. “You were in a
jam, right? And you figured the best way to plant that thing was to put it in a
room where a man was suspected. Who just happens to be me.” David couldn’t have
known they were going to be friends. Burke knows what it’s like to be trapped. “I
kind of wish you hadn’t picked on me, but the way things are going around here,
I’d say you showed pretty good sense.”
“Then you’re not mad?”
“A little. But if I was really
sore, I woulda told the truth in there.”
“Then we’re still friends?”
“As long as you stay away from
my automobile brakes.”
“That’s no reason to do what
you did.”
David admits it was stupid.
Roger tells Vicki it was
stupid of her to leave the valve in her drawer. (Vicki can’t win here. If she
had kept it on her person, David probably would have jumped her.)
Vicki is getting tired of
people not believing her. She says she knows David is only a boy and what she’s
saying is horrible, but if Burke found the valve on the road, it must be where
David threw it.
Roger answers the phone. It’s
Carolyn reporting that Burke and David were seen together at Burke’s hotel.
David shows Burke a picture of
his mother and him. Roger took the picture. If she were there, his father
wouldn’t be mean to him.
If his mother came back, Miss
Winters could leave.
“Don’t you like Miss Winters?”
David hates her for getting
him into trouble.
“You can’t blame other people
for the things that you do.”
“I don’t care. She tried to
get me in trouble. She got me in trouble. And I’ll get even. I’ll get even.”
Roger asks Burke to join him
in the drawing room while Vicki takes David upstairs. David gives her the cold
shoulder.
Roger asks Burke about the
discrepancy in his story.
“Your father was almost
killed. My coming here had nothing to do with that.”
“You blamed me for it, didn’t
you?”
“I told the truth.”
“I hate you.”
Burke says he didn’t tell
Roger that David visited him because he didn’t want Roger to get mad. David was
in enough trouble. Burke felt sorry for the kid.
Why did he come to see Burke?
If he made a trip to town, he must have had a good reason.
Burke says David’s heard a lot
of bad things about him, so he came to see the monster in the zoo. But David
didn’t think he was such a bad guy.
Burke thinks Roger is upset,
not because he thinks David tampered with his brakes but because Burke didn’t. But if anyone did, it was Roger’s
own son.
Vicki keeps trying with David.
He says she should admit she wishes he was dead. She denies it. He says he
wishes she was. “I wish a thousand ghosts would come in here and STRANGLE—“
“That’s enough, David,” Roger
tells him, making a timely entrance. He asks Vicki to leave them alone.
David wants to know what Roger
is going to do.
Vicki comes downstairs to
Burke playing the piano. He says she should stay away from open windows with
David holding a grudge against her. Or pack and go home. Burke thinks he likes
her and doesn’t want to see her sprawled on the rocks at the foot of Widow’s
Hill.
Vicki can’t go, not yet. She’s
still trying to find out things. Not everyone can afford to hire private
detectives. Burke offers to show her his private eye’s report on her if she’ll
have dinner with him.
Roger tells David he’s a
rotten, lying little murderer and he’s going to have him sent away where he can’t
hurt anyone else. David runs downstairs and begs Burke to help him. Burke says
he can’t do anything for David now. Roger takes David back upstairs to lock him
in his room.
Burke says he better go before
he wears out his welcome. Vicki says he thinks this is pretty amusing.
“In a way, yes. It’s sort of
like the judgment of the gods, in a way. If you change your mind about dinner,
I’ll be at my hotel.” He advises her to remember what he said—to stay away from open windows.
Cast,
In Order of Appearance
Victoria Winters . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . .Alexandra Moltke
Roger Collins. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . .Louis Edmonds
Burke Devlin. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . Mitchell Ryan
David Collins . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . .David Henesy
Fashion by Ohrbach’s
Directed by John Sedwick
Story created
and written by
Art Wallace
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