Wednesday, September 7, 1966
David asks Vicki if anything
special happened last night since he heard someone screaming.
She says she
doesn’t remember.
David thinks she ought to, because she was the one screaming.
He saw her and Carolyn running up the hill. Did they see a ghost?
She says there’s no such
thing.
David says there are. He’s seen them.
Finally, she advises him to look in his crystal ball for the answers. He
says he did and she would scream even louder if she knew what he saw. Someone
is going to try to kill her. And when she’s dead, David won’t even come to her
funeral.
Vicki wants to know why David
doesn’t like her. He tells her it’s because she came there to take his mother’s
place. She says she came there because she had a job offer.
She asks if he has a picture
of his mother. He had one, but someone stole it. Probably his father.
Vicki thinks he should
consider himself lucky to have a father.
David says Roger would beat him
if not for Aunt Elizabeth.
Liz comes in. David asks her
about what happened last night. She says it’s nothing to be concerned about.
She goes out to visit Matthew.
David says if anyone ever hurt
Elizabeth, he would kill them.
Vicki wonders if that’s all he
can think about, hurting people and killing them.
“Why not? They’re all trying
to hurt me.”
Joe arrives. He says he’ll
wait for Liz to come back.
They discuss David’s crystal
ball. Burke Devlin gave it to him. He wouldn’t give David anything fake.
Joe thinks David sees what
Burke wants him to see. There’s something wrong with Burke.
Vicki comes up behind him and
asks what’s wrong with Burke.
Joe says David thinks Burke is a god and Joe
thinks he’s a devil.
“Maybe he’s something in
between,” Vicki says. “A man.”
Vicki and Joe go into the drawing room and she
tells him about the adventures of the night before. Carolyn is still asleep. David eavesdrops.
Liz comes back, and she tells
Vicki to join David upstairs for his lessons.
Bill isn’t back. He’s there
every morning for the boats to go out. Every morning but this one.
Joe goes back to work.
Vicki is teaching David
geography, but he’s more interested in the dead body they saw. She realizes
that he was eavesdropping on her and Joe.
“How did you know the man was
dead?”
“He wasn’t. I mean, there wasn’t
anything there.”
“If he wasn’t there, how could
you see him?”
Vicki says they were mistaken.
It was seaweed. Their conversation is about rivers interspersed with talk of the
night before.
Liz calls Roger again, but he
hasn’t come in to work yet. Liz says if anyone asks about Bill to say that he’s
out of town on business.
David thinks there was a dead
man, and that it was probably Mr. Malloy.
Matthew found the note Liz
left for him. He tells her he wasn’t home because he was out with Roger showing
him the spot with the seaweed.
Matthew thinks Carolyn should
stay away from the spot where Josette jumped. She might have been drawn there
by unnatural forces.
Why not? They are always
making trouble for him.
Vicki says he should
understand how serious what he’s saying is. His father could go to prison for
life.
David says that would suit him
just fine.
Liz questions Matthew about the
night before. She notes that in eighteen years, he’s never deliberately lied to
her. (Backstory change alert: Matthew says he worked for her father on the
boats before working for her—rather than the previous story he told Vicki about
cleaning the cannery.)
Liz wants to know whether
there was a body on the beach when he first went down. He admits there was. He
pushed it back into the water to avoid trouble.
Liz calls the sheriff and says
she knows where Bill is.
Cast,
In Order of Appearance
Victoria Winters . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . .Alexandra Moltke
David Collins. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . David Henesy
Elizabeth
Collins Stoddard
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Joan
Bennett
Joe Haskell. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . Joel Crothers
Matthew Morgan. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .Thayer David
Fashion by Ohrbach’s
Directed by John Sedwick
Written by Francis Swann
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