Monday, December 5, 2016

Episode 114: Baggage

Monday, December 5, 1966

Note: The episodes’ official numbering includes skipped numbers for pre-emptions, in accordance with their numbering system (so that one could look at the number of an episode and know what day of the week it aired on). I have elected to number the episodes by what episode it actually is (this is the 114th episode, but the official number is 116), but I will note the official numbering also. 

My name is Victoria Winters. Since I came to live at Collinwood, my life has been in danger several times. Until a moment ago, I thought the danger had passed, only to find myself trapped in a deserted old house by a desperate man who has already tried to murder me.
Vicki tries to run but Matthew grabs her. 
He says it’s too bad she found out (although she wouldn’t have found out if he hadn’t picked up her wallet and stayed hidden, so whatever, Matthew, you want to do this).
Matthew says he knows Vicki hates him.
She says she doesn’t hate him; she’s just afraid of him.
He warns her against making a run for it.
He drags her into a hidden room behind a bookcase door.

A cab driver arrives for Vicki, but Mrs. Johnson says tries calling for her and says she must have gotten a ride.
Matthew says he’s going to go to sea for the rest of his life after a while.
He blames Vicki for turning almost everyone against him, especially Mrs. Stoddard. 
Vicki did the worst thing anyone could do, turning friend against friend. 
She says he acts as if she plotted against him.
Mrs. Johnson tells Liz that Carolyn must have a date because she had Mrs. Johnson press a dress. Liz assumes it’s with Joe.
Mrs. Johnson tells her about the taxi. 
Liz thinks it’s odd Vicki didn’t cancel it. She looks for Vicki’s suitcase in the hall, but doesn’t see it (it’s in the closet), so she thinks she must have gotten off all right.
Mrs. Johnson gives her the newspaper, full of news about Matthew. (I’m surprised there’s a recent picture of Matthew.)
Mrs. Johnson hopes he gets put in prison for the rest of his life.
Liz can’t help pitying Matthew.
Mrs. Johnson isn’t having it.
Liz feels she’s lost two friends, Mr. Malloy and Matthew.
The phone rings and it’s Frank, wondering why Vicki didn’t arrive on the bus.
Liz and Mrs. Johnson assume she’s waiting for the next one, although Liz says it’s natural to worry about Vicki after so much has happened to her this last week.
Matthew tells Vicki to get up and she does.
He says she’s lucky he didn’t kill her. He had a mind to.
She says she knows it was an accident. Everyone knows that. 
She and Liz told the sheriff so.
She tells him the sheriff doesn’t have men on the grounds anymore. 
There are no roadblocks, because he thinks Matthew’s miles away.
Matthew says that isn’t what his friend told him.
She says his friend is lying to him.
She tries to convince him he can get into his car and leave.
He says he’s trying to decide whether to believe her.

Liz hears from Frank that Vicki wasn’t on the next bus either. Mrs. Johnson says that if Carolyn was on a date, Joe would have picked her up. She goes to see if Carolyn’s car is in the garage. If it isn’t, she thinks that will mean she gave Vicki a ride. (She would be there much faster by car, though.)
Matthew decides he’ll go outside and see if there are any police around. 
If not, he’ll leave. Vicki’ll figure out some way to get out of that room or somebody will find her, no problem.
He goes to look.

Vicki pushes the bookcase door open.
She leaves the house.
Matthew grabs her and drags her back inside, giving her a shove that makes her stumble as he pushes her in the door.
He says he knew he couldn’t trust her. He knew she was lying to him. He runs at Vicki and she screams.

       Cast, In Order of Appearance

Victoria Winters . . . . . . . . . . . . . Alexandra Moltke
Matthew Morgan  . . . . . . . . . . . . Thayer David
Mrs. Sarah Johnson . . . . . . . . . . Clarice Blackburn
Elizabeth Collins Stoddard . . . .  Joan Bennett

Fashion by Ohrbach’s
Directed by Lela Swift
Written by Ron Sproat

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