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