Fri. Apr. 24, 1970
The night of the full moon… Quentin Collins races to Chris's cabin to try and prevent certain tragedy, unaware that someone has stowed away in the trunk of his car… The full moon has long been an omen of death and despair, for high above Collinsport, in Chris Jennings' cabin on Green Mountain, the werewolf will claim another victim…
At Chris's cabin, 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. She found a platter that looked like it was made of silver on the mantelpiece. Sabrina quickly jerked the platter off of the mantelpiece, the objects on it clattering onto the floor.
The scratching on the door stopped. Sabrina turned to look at the door. She tentatively stepped towards it, listening for any noises outside. Unbolting it, she slowly opened it a crack, looking to see if the werewolf was still there. The cabin was probably not going to be a safe place to stay. Perhaps I can make it back to my car, she thought. Suddenly, there was a shower of glass behind her as the creature jumped through the window. Sabrina screamed and held the silver platter in front of her face…
Quentin finally arrived at the cabin, his car stalling temporarily as it passed over the watery road. The moon had risen, and Quentin knew that it was now going to be a mission to rescue Sabrina—not Chris—at this point. Turning up the path to the cabin, he saw Sabrina's car parked outside. There were lights on in the cabin, and Quentin's car brakes squealed in protest as he stopped too fast.
Quentin reached into his jacket and felt inside for his gun. He could hear screams inside Chris's cabin—Sabrina's screams. He rushed towards the unbolted door and carefully opened it, using it as a shield as he stepped forward.
Quentin gasped to see the werewolf on top of Sabrina's unmoving body, ripping at her neck. "Chris, stop!" Quentin shouted, drawing his gun in front of him and firing a warning shot into the floor beside them. The werewolf jumped a little and turned towards Quentin, snarling. It came towards Quentin, claws extended and fangs gleaming. "I'm sorry, Chris!" Quentin cried out, and shot the werewolf in the shoulder, not wanting to kill him. The werewolf howled in pain, clutching at his shoulder. He growled and snapped at Quentin.
Just then, there was a shrill scream next to Quentin. "Chris!" a girl's voice shouted in despair. Quentin looked down in shock to see Amy standing there. The werewolf looked at the little girl and stopped growling. He held his bloody shoulder and stared at her. She stared back at him, then looked at the bloody body lying on the cabin floor.
"Sabrina!" Amy screamed. She lurched forward, but Quentin grabbed her before she could go any further. "I've got to help her, Quentin!" Amy pleaded. "Quentin, she isn't moving! She isn't moving!" she shrieked.
Holding his arm, the werewolf turned and jumped out the window, turning to look at Amy one more time before it ventured out into the moonlit evening. "Chris!" Amy screamed. Quentin let go of her and she ran to the broken window. "Chris! Chris!" she screamed out into twilight.
Act One:
"Amy, let him go!" Quentin commanded. He strode over to Sabrina and felt for any sign of life… He closed his eyes and shook his head when he realized it was too late.
Amy turned away from the window and looked at him kneeling over Sabrina's body. "Is she…"
Quentin nodded grimly, and got up off of the floor. He went to Amy and put his hands down on her shoulders. "Amy, what are you doing here?"
"I heard you and Mr. Jaeger talking earlier, and decided to follow you. I hid in your car trunk… " Amy looked past him at Sabrina's body and started to cry. "Oh God, Sabrina! Chris did this to her…"
Quentin brought the girl against his stomach and held her as she sobbed against him. "Amy, how do you know it's Chris?"
Amy pulled her tear-streaked face away from Quentin's torso. "I've always known… " she gasped between sobs. She buried her face against Quentin again.
Quentin held his mouth open slightly in disbelief and stroked the back of the girl's head. "You poor girl…" Outside, they heard the sound of the werewolf howl at the full moon…
Meanwhile, John Jaeger looked out the window in the drawing room of the Old House, staring at that same full moon. Angelique came into the room, unheard, and slipped quietly beside him and looked out the window as well. "You did everything you could," she said, putting a hand on his arm.
He looked down in surprise to see her. He had been so lost in his thoughts he had not heard her return from Collinwood. "I know," he answered. "It's the waiting for news that's been the hardest…"
"Did I hear your voice at Collinwood, earlier?" she asked, turning away from the moon and staring up at him with her big baby blues.
"Yes," he nodded. "Quentin said he would handle things… What can he do, I wonder?" John said sarcastically.
"If he said he would handle it, he will," Angelique said confidently, giving a little smile. She knew that Quentin's magical portrait protected him.
John felt jealous. He did not like the way Angelique looked when she spoke of Quentin. "How is Laszlo?" he asked, changing the subject.
Angelique was a little startled by the change. "Laszlo? He's fine… Well, actually, he wrote a composition for me… 'Ode To Angelique' he calls it. It's lovely… you really should hear it, John."
"Wow, a composition named after you, that's nice," John said, agreeably. He turned away from the window and crossed his arms. He was trying hard to think of other things rather than the full moon. "How about you, Angelique? How do you feel now, after what happened last night?"
"I'm fine now, John, really I am," she assured him. "Don't worry about me—I have survived worse ordeals and managed to always come out on top…" Angelique turned towards the Secret Room and smiled…
Act Two:
John glanced back out the window and took a deep breath, trying not to think about Sabrina. "Anything interesting going on at the big house?" he asked.
Angelique thought about it. She did not want to tell John that she and Quentin had kissed… finally kissed for the first time in seventy-three years. "They have a new houseguest at Collinwood—an old friend of Quentin's from Portland—a Mr. Dameon Edwards. He seems pleasant enough, but I can't help but think tat there's more going on beneath the surface with that man… I almost don't see that he and Quentin have much in common. I wonder what was the extent of their relationship in Portland…"
John scowled. Every conversation seemed to turn to Quentin at some point. Just then, the phone in the foyer rang, and both John and Angelique jumped a little. They were not used to their being something so modern as a phone at the Old House. John looked at Angelique. "I'll answer the phone, if you'd like?"
Angelique shook her head and smiled. "Oh no, I want the pleasure of enjoying every modern convenience!" She walked out into the foyer and pick up the receiver. "Angelique Rumson speaking."
John listened from the drawing room. Angelique's eyes widened with surprise when she heard the voice on the other end. "Quentin! What's happened? John told me that you were going to look for Sabrina! Did you—"
Quentin stood at the pay phone just outside the Sheriff's office. "Angelique, I'm at the police station—Amy's with me." He looked over at the young girl sitting on the bench just outside the office, staring at the floor.
"Amy!" Angelique exclaimed. "What's Amy doing there?" She looked over at John with a startled look on her face.
"I went up to Chris's cabin this evening," Quentin explained. "Amy hid in the trunk of my car. Angelique…" Quentin turned his back to Amy and lowered his voice into the payphone… "Angelique, Amy saw Sabrina get killed by the werewolf!" he whispered loudly.
Angelique lowered the phone from her face and stared at John, her face stricken with shock. She shook her head, her mouth open, unsure of what to say to Quentin…
Quentin sat next to Amy on the bench. Amy just sat there, unmoving. Her cup of instant hot cocoa untouched on the other side of her. "Amy," Quentin began, putting a hand on her shoulders. "Angelique is coming here, soon. She's going to bring you home to Collinwood while I…" Quentin searched for the right words to say, "Take care of things here in town. I have to answer some questions about Sabrina…"
Amy nodded, but did not say anything. Her tear-streaked face was all that remained of her crying. She had no more tears left to shed.
Quentin sighed and thought of Chris, who was out in the woods surrounding his cabin, now being predated by a bunch of law enforcement men with rifles, instead of being the predator. Quentin's story of a bear mauling Sabrina had been accepted, but Quentin knew that the men would just as soon shoot the werewolf if they came across him in the middle of the woods, as they would the vicious bear they THOUGHT they were looking for…
Act Three:
Angelique and John drove in silence, she in the driver's seat, John in the passenger's. Angelique looked over at John with a worried expression on her face. John just looked out the passenger window as they turned out of the unpaved road from the Old House onto the paved one. Angelique turned back and concentrated on the road. She was more worried about Quentin and Amy, now.
When they arrived at the police station, John and Angelique quickly found Quentin and Amy sitting outside the Sheriff's office on a bench. "Quentin!" Angelique called out.
Quentin stood up and embraced her as she rushed into his arms. John stood by, awkwardly. Quentin looked at John over Angelique's shoulder. "Thanks for coming," he told John. He pulled back from Angelique and looked down at her. "Both of you…" Angelique went to Amy's side to console her…
After Angelique and John took Amy back to Collinwood, Quentin called Tony Peterson on the phone and had him meet him at the Blue Whale.
"What's this about, Quentin?" Tony asked on the phone. "Is it about Dameon Edwards?"
"No, not Dameon, this time…" Quentin said bitterly. "It's Sabrina Stuart—she's dead!" he blurted out.
"Dead? How?" Tony asked. He was seated at his desk in his office, ready to close up for the night.
"A bear crashed into Chris's cabin up on Green Mountain," Quentin explained. "She was mauled to death!"
Tony shook his head against the receiver. "That poor girl…"
"Yes," Quentin answered. "And I don't know how I'll ever tell Chris!"
"I don't envy you Quentin!" Tony exclaimed. "I'll meet you at the Blue Whale in thirty minutes. There's some papers I need to go over…"
After ending the phone call with Quentin, Tony went to the filing cabinet marked R-T and opened it. He quickly searched for and brought up a file—STUART, S…
Thirty minutes later, Tony greeted Quentin sitting alone at a corner table with an entire bottle of scotch that he had bought from the bartender. There were two glasses on the table. Quentin raised one of them and smiled drunkenly at Tony. "I decided to start early…"
Tony sat down with his briefcase and started to open it. "I hope that you could spare me a glass or two…" Quentin nodded and started to pour Tony a scotch. Tony pulled out a file and tapped it, "Do you have any idea where Chris Jennings is, right now? I called his phone at the caretaker's cottage, but there was no answer."
Tony turned the file so that Quentin could see the name STUART, S on it. "Chris has been named the executor of Sabrina's will, instead of her family," he told Quentin. "We need to let him know…"
Quentin slid Tony the scotch and looked forlorn. "Chris… How am I going to tell him about her?" He picked up his glass and took another gulp of scotch. He wanted to put off telling Chris—forever, if he could…
Cast:
Tony Peterson… JERRY LACY
Angelique Rumson… LARA PARKER
Amy Jennings… DENISE NICKERSON
Sabrina Stuart… LISA RICHARDS
Quentin Collins… DAVID SELBY
John Jaeger… CHRISTOPHER PENNOCK