Thursday, August
11, 1966
My name is
Victoria Winters. I began my search in Collinwood. There in the great mansion on
Widow’s Hill, surrounded by the ghosts of the past, I’d hoped to unlock the
secrets of my beginning. But the key has not yet been found, and the search
goes on, carrying me to a meeting with a man I wasn’t sure I could trust.
Burke is surprised that Vicki
showed up to talk with him. “What made you change your mind?”
“Inches. Feet. Miles.”
“That’s a very sound reason.
What does it mean?”
“It’s very simple. I’ve come
all the way from New York to Maine to try and find out something about my past.”
“And did you?”
“Nope. I’ve traveled so many
miles, and if you can help, well, I’d be foolish not to come the short distance
from Collinwood to here.”
“Miss Winters, the distance
between here and Collinwood is a good deal farther than you think.”
They drink to “Happy
discoveries.” Burke says he never figured Vicki for the sherry type. “Now, Mrs.
Stoddard, she’s the sherry type. Her daughter, Carolyn, that’s strictly soda.
She’d like to think it was something stronger, but it’s always soda.”
“And what am I?”
“I’m not sure. It’s a toss-up
between a chocolate malt and champagne.”
“Well, that’s quite a range.”
Burke says maybe they can
figure it out over dinner. Vicki is more interested in talking about the
private detective’s report. Burke left it up in his hotel room.
“I want to see that report,
Mr. Devlin, and if we have to go to your hotel room, that’s where we’ll go.”
“Champagne,” Burke says. “Definitely
champagne.”
Joe wakes up on the drawing
room couch at Collinwood, to Carolyn asking if he wants some champagne. He asks
her not to shout. He wants to know how he got there. Carolyn says he flooooooooaaated.
When he asks what time it is, she tells him it’s coffee time.
“Carolyn, did I do anything
foolish?”
“You made an enemy, that’s
what you did.”
“Who?”
“Me.”
Over coffee, Joe asks what he
said to Carolyn’s mother.
“Oh, a few friendly little
things like how she ruined my life by bringing me up in this house.”
“I don’t know how I could have
said those things.”
“Because you meant them, Joe,
you meant them.”
He apologizes, and she says
everybody has to blow off steam sometimes.
He tells her about losing the boat
and that he was feeling sorry for himself. She says he had a right to feel that
way. Then he tells her that he ran into Burke at the bar and had a few things
to tell him too.
“You really made a night of
it, didn’t you?”
Burke helps Vicki off with her
coat. “You’re friends call you Vicki, don’t they?”
She acknowledges they do.
“Well, uh, couldn’t we pretend
we’re friends, just for tonight?” He suggests having dinner sent up to the
room.
“I’m here to read a report,
remember?”
“Well, you do believe in
eating, don’t you? Or are you afraid of being up here too long?”
“I’m not afraid of you, Mr.
Devlin.”
“You needn’t be. Now, what’ll
you have—steak or lobster? And the name’s Burke.”
“Burke, why did you have that
report made?”
“Curiosity.”
“Why should you be curious
about me? You’d never heard of me until I came to Collinsport.”
Because she went to work at
the Collins house.
But what does that have to do
with her? She’s just a governess, not a member of the family.
“Tell me something, Vicki, why
does that report bother you so much?”
“It doesn’t bother me.”
“It’s almost as if you had
something to hide.”
“I wish I did. How can you
hide something you don’t know anything about? Burke, I’m not afraid of what
your detective might’ve found. It’s just the opposite. I want those answers
more than you do.”
Burke says he’ll get the
report.
Carolyn comes back with more
coffee and a sandwich and finds Joe looking at one of the portraits.
“Now, that’s
a man who had you beat by a mile . . . My great-grandfather. The days when he
wasn’t drunk, those were the special ones.”
She orders Joe to have some more
coffee and eat the sandwich.
“I guess you still love me
anyway, don’t you?”
“Shut up and have the
sandwich.”
Joe remembers he forgot to pay
for his drinks at the Blue Whale. He says he’ll stop off on his way home.
“Make it a quick stop, okay?”
Joe is gratified that she’s
worried about him, but less happy that she wishes he would apologize to Burke—even
though arolyn says he didn’t try to kill her uncle after all. It was all an
accident. He still won’t apologize. Burke tried to make a pass at Carolyn.
“You’re not really jealous,
are you?”
They kiss and Carolyn still
tries to convince Joe to apologize. He won’t. Burke has his hooks out, and he’s
out to get Carolyn’s family.
Burke orders dinner while
Vicki reads the report. It has nothing in it she didn’t already know—and is
full of the same questions she asked herself. Why did Mrs. Stoddard hire her?
Vicki thinks Burke would like
to find something harmful to the Collins family.
Burke says he isn’t thinking
about them.
“Why are you so concerned
about me?”
“We all have our searches. We’re
all looking for answers.”
“That’s no reason.”
“Maybe you’re the reason,
Vicki. Just you.”
She doesn’t see how he could
help, and she doesn’t want to be involved in his quarrel with Roger Collins—which
would be hard to avoid, since she lives in his house. (Elizabeth’s house,
actually.)
Burke convinces her to tell
him the foundling home story and why she came to Collinwood. Apparently, she
was left in a cardboard box.
He tells her things are going
to be getting unpleasant at Collinwood. What she’s seen is just a ripple; she
hasn’t touched the whirlpool, but it is there.
Burke thinks a knock on the
door is dinner, but it turns out to be Joe, come to pay Burke for his drinks,
which Burke paid for at the Blue Whale.
After Joe leaves, Burke
reminds Vicki that he warned her about the whirlpool.
Vicki decides to leave him to
eat his two steaks alone. He promises to help her in her quest.
Cast,
In Order of Appearance
Victoria Winters . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . Alexandra Moltke
Burke Devlin. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . Mitchell Ryan
Carolyn Stoddard. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . Nancy Barrett
Joe Haskell. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . Joel Crothers
Fashion by Ohrbach’s
Directed by Lela Swift
Story created
and written by
Art Wallace
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