Thu. Apr. 23, 1970
The night of the full moon… This will be a night that will change many lives on the Grand Estate of Collinwood… Premonitions of death have brought John Jaeger to the Great House… His last hope is that Quentin Collins will heed his forebodings of doom…
After bidding a hasty good-bye to Angelique, Dameon and Laszlo, Quentin closed the Drawing Room doors behind him and looked at the time on the Grandfather clock. He still had time to go to the caretaker's cottage and finally retrieve the poppy.
There was a knock on the front doors. Quentin answered, and he looked on in amazement to see John Jaeger standing on his doorstep. "John! Come in!" He stood back and motioned into the foyer.
John looked around nervously and stepped inside. Before Quentin could get a word in, John bursted out "We've got to help Sabrina!"
Quentin was surprised. "What about Sabrina?" he asked, after some hesitation.
"This is the night!" John cried out. "That creature... it looks like a wolf, but it walks like a man!" John looked quite insane at this point. "It's going to kill her, Quentin... Tonight!"
Quentin stood there in shock, his mouth slightly open. "I think you'd better go back to the Old House, John."
While the two men were talking, the door to the study every-so-slightly opened, and someone eavesdropped from the other side…
"But you've got to do something!" John protested. "You must know where Sabrina has gone!"
Quentin put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and started to lead him back to the door. "I'll find Sabrina, I promise!"
John turned back to Quentin. "I want to go with you! I've got to see for myself that she's safe!"
Quentin shook his head. "I think it would be best if I handled things. I'll find Sabrina, and I won't leave her side—Not for the entire night!"
"Please, hurry and find her!" John pleaded one last time. Quentin nodded and shut the doors behind him. He let out a loud sigh and checked the time on the grandfather clock again. He still had time to get the moon poppy and bring it to Chris.
Checking outside the front doors to make sure that John was really gone, Quentin hurried outside and closed the doors behind him.
The door to the study creaked open, as whoever was eavesdropping knew he had gone…
Meanwhile, Sabrina hurried from the library to Collinwood, stopping near the cottage so that she could hurry inside and retrieve the moon poppy. It was still sitting there, untouched. "Oh, Quentin!" Sabrina cried out loud with dismay. "You lied when you said you'd help…"
She picked up the poppy and held it in her arms. "It's going to work this time…" Sabrina looked up. "Please God, please let it work this time!"
Sabrina hurried out of the cottage with the moon poppy. Getting in her car, she sped away from Collinwood, intending to save the man she loved no matter what the cost…
Act One:
Angelique and Laszlo sat in the Drawing Room alone together. Dameon had left the trio a few minutes ago to hunt down Quentin, and Angelique and Laszlo sipped her special peppermint rose tea.
"I can't wait to get back to New York and have this transcribed!" Laszlo held up the cassette tape with his composition recorded onto it. "And this time, it won't fall into the WRONG hands!"
"I'm so glad to hear you talk like this!" Angelique said, as she sipped her tea. "What a difference from the depressed young man who first came to Collinwood!"
Laszlo reached over and patted her hand. "I owe it all to you. You've helped me SEE things in a different light!"
Angelique squeezed his hand. "I so wish that I could help you ACTUALLY see things in a different light! If anyone deserved to get their sight back—you do!"
Laszlo withdrew his hand and took a sip of the special tea. "Well, I'm afraid that just isn't possible. I've been blind since I was two years old. When a gas stove exploded, it destroyed my corneas."
"Laszlo," Angelique began. She had an idea to try and help him. "Show me how you see people."
"Well, the only way is to touch their face. People usually lie, even innocently, but the face never does," Laszlo answered.
"Show me," Angelique pressed. She had to do this carefully as to not arouse his suspicions.
"If you don't mind…" Laszlo said. He reached over and traced the shape of Angelique's chin, and then her cheeks. She closed her eyes as he traced the contour around her eyebrows.
"Let me try," Angelique said, with her eyes shut. She reached over and caressed Laszlo's face. He removed his glasses and set them on his lap.
"I believe in something called mental healing," Angelique told him as she stroked the contours around his eyes. "Basically, if you THINK something is possible with all you might, then it IS possible!"
"Oh, Angelique!" sighed Laszlo. "If only that were true."
"It IS true!" Angelique insisted. "Imagine in your mind, tiny sparks. Tiny sparks like tiny stars, glowing and ebbing in your mind!" She continued to trace around his forehead and eyes with her fingers.
"I'll try," Laszlo answered. "I think I remember what those looked like…"
"Concentrate," Angelique continued. "Concentrate only on seeing those dancing little embers…"
"My God!" Laszlo gasped. "I think I actually do see sparks… Just sparks, mind you, but still…" He sat there in awe as he saw the tiny stars dance in the blackness.
Angelique smiled and leaned back in her seat. Finally, it had started, and Laszlo would not realize that witchcraft was the cause…
Act Two:
Buffie Harrington watched as John walked into the Blue Whale as though the weight of the entire world was on his shoulders. shook her head in sympathy as John slumped down in a bar seat in front of her. "Boy, look what the cat dragged in!"
John looked up, dully surprised, as though he barely registered seeing the pretty blonde young woman standing before him. "Huh?"
"Either you've just been dumped, fired, or you've ran over your cat!" Buffie exclaimed sarcastically.
"What… Oh, nothing like that," John said. "I've just been thinking about someone—someone in a lot of trouble—and I don't think I can help her!"
"Ohhh! Her!" Buffie nodded understandingly. "I thought it had to be a HER!" She looked back at the bottle of liquor and said, "I think I know just the cure for a HER!" She produced a bottle of tequila and held it in front of her. "I'll have one, if you have one!" she exclaimed. Buffie poured the tequila into two shot glasses and slid one towards John. "The first one is on the house!" She clinked her glass to his and swigged it down.
John managed a little smile and held the shot glass up. "Thanks, but I think you misunderstand. This girl I'm worried about—she's not a girlfriend or anything…" He swigged down his tequila and coughed as he set his shot glass down. "I mean I wouldn't even call us friends, really… Maybe just acquaintances?"
Buffie nodded, but one eyebrow was raised. "Whatever you say, Mister?"
"Oh, um John Jaeger, and you are?" John slid his shot glass back towards her.
She smiled and poured his drink and slid it back. "Buffie… Buffie Harrington."
"Say, Buffie," John started after he gulped down his shot of tequila and coughed, "Have you seen a dark-haired guy in here lately… Specifically, last night?"
Buffie gave a little laugh. "There's a lot of 'dark-haired guys' that come in here! You'll have to do better than that!"
"Oh, well," John tried to remember. "He was probably in his late twenties, possibly early thirties… Kind of scruffy-looking… He was wearing a red plaid jacket!"
Buffie turned pale. She instantly thought of Steve, the bar patron whom she had HIRED the night before. She shook her head. "No, I can't say I remember. A lot of guys wear plaid jackets in this town, and no one really stuck out to me—why do you ask?"
"Well, my friend—not the same friend we were talking about before, but a different one—my friend was attacked by this guy last night, and I was just wondering if he was hanging out around here… She was pretty shook up after the incident…"
"Sorry, I can't help you," Buffie shook her head as she held up the tequila bottle. "Another shot? Boy, you sure have a lot of 'female' friends in trouble, don't you?" She poured his tequila and turned away to put the bottle back. If only John could have seen the worried expression on Buffie's face as she looked away from him…
Act Three:
Sabrina sped up to Green Mountain, trying to make to Chris's cabin before the sunset. However, she saw an obstacle halfway there—a flood warning sign urging motorists to turn back. "No!" Sabrina screamed out loud, banging the car's console painfully with her fist.
She stopped the car and left it running. Getting out, she pulled and struggled at the sign to move it out of the way. Getting back in her car, she sped up the trail to Green Mountain. But, as she splashed through some water running over the road, the car started to idle. "No!" she screamed again…
Finally getting away from Collinwood, Quentin entered the caretaker's cottage to find the moon poppy not there on the table like Sabrina said it would be. Walking around the cottage, Quentin found a note instead. Quentin picked it up and read it…
Quentin ~
I could not
wait any longer.
I am taking the
poppy to the cabin.
~ Sabrina
Quentin's eyes widened with horror. "God, no! Sabrina!" He rushed out of the cottage, and practically ran back to his car. As Quentin got in, he did not see the trunk of his car move, and a pair of eyes peek out from the darkness of the trunk…
Meanwhile, Sabrina finally made it to Chris's cabin on Green Mountain. Finding the front door wide open, she rushed in with the moon poppy. "Chris! Chris! I've got the moon poppy!"
She frantically scanned the room, looking for him. She looked out the front door and saw that the sun was setting in the pink sky. Shutting the door, she set the moon poppy down on a table and lit a couple of lamps.
The full moon was visible outside the windows, and as the moon rose, the poppy began to fully bloom. Sabrina turned and saw the petals, and realized then and there that Chris was not going to be able to eat them this time…
Quentin sped towards Green Mountain, never suspecting that someone was inside the trunk of his car hitching a ride. There was no flood warning sign to impede his progress, however, as Sabrina had never moved it back into place. Quentin realized that the sky was turning pink as the sun began to lower before his very eyes…
Sabrina hugged herself as she looked at the moon poppy. "Oh, Chris! I was too late!" Her only hope was that he did not return to the cabin until morning.
Suddenly there was growling coming from outside the cabin. A wild animal was scratching at the door, trying to get in. Sabrina hurried over to the front door and bolted it quickly. The scratching and growling continued and Sabrina looked around the cabin for something silver to protect herself with…
Cast:
Angelique Rumson… LARA PARKER
Sabrina Stuart… LISA RICHARDS
Quentin Collins… DAVID SELBY
John Jaeger… CHRISTOPHER PENNOCK
Laszlo Ferrari… MICHAEL STROKA
Buffie Harrington… ELIZABETH EIS