Mon. Apr. 27, 1970
The night of the full moon continues… After seeing the werewolf maul Sabrina Stuart to death, Quentin Collins and Amy Jennings are devastated… After Angelique and John Jaeger bring a despondent Amy back to Collinwood, Quentin meets with Tony Peterson at the Blue Whale, who has news about Sabrina's will…
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…
Later, after Tony had decided Quentin had had enough to drink, Tony drove him home in Quentin's car back to Collinwood. Tony looked over at Quentin dozing off as they drove back. He wondered how Quentin came to find Sabrina in Chris Jennings' cabin up on Green Mountain, but said nothing.
At Collinwood, after putting Amy to bed, Angelique came down and found John staring at Barnabas Collins' portrait in the Great Hall. Angelique stopped on the stairs and frowned, then continued over to him. "Well, I put Amy to bed, but I'm not sure if she's going to get any sleep tonight. I asked Mrs. Johnson to check on her after a while. I'm not sure how much comfort SHE'LL be!"
John stared at the portrait, only half listening to Angelique. "There's something about the man in the portrait, he makes me feel really nervous, somehow… I think it's those eyes—they seem to be staring right at me…"
Angelique took John by the arm and led him back towards the Drawing Room. "Maybe we should have some coffee while we wait for Quentin…"
John looked back at the portrait once more, but followed her into the Drawing Room. He looked around and shivered as Angelique sat and began to pour some coffee into their cups. "There's been so much tragedy in this house… I can feel it all around me…" he hugged himself as he sat down.
"There has been a great deal of tragedy here, not just what happened tonight, but it seems to happen to everyone that lives here," Angelique admitted to him.
Just then, the front doors opened, and Tony and Quentin walked through, with Tony helping Quentin inside before closing the doors behind him. "Do you need any help upstairs, Quentin?" Tony asked him.
Quentin grinned and stumbled towards the stairs. "I don't think so, my friend." He saw Angelique approach from the Drawing Room. "Hey, Angelique!"
"Quentin! Are you all right?" Angelique had not seen Quentin so drunk before.
"Sure!" he smiled. He squeezed her hand and smiled, and started to make his way up the staircase, swaying as walked up, one step at a time.
Angelique turned to Tony. "Thank you for driving him home, Mr. Peterson. I can only imagine what could have happened to him if he came home on his own… IF he came home at all!"
Tony looked up at Quentin on the stairs. "No problem, Mrs. Rumson." He turned and stared at her. He couldn't help but think, once again, that he had met her somewhere…
Angelique saw him looking at her intently, and quickly turned her head. "We're having coffee in the—"
"Whoa!" Quentin yelled from the balcony, interrupting her. He had his hand on the balcony railing, watching it shake back and forth as he held on to it. "We better get this thing fixed before someone breaks their neck!" He grinned down at Angelique and Tony, and made his way into the hallway upstairs…
Act One:
Later that night, Angelique was awoken from her slumber to the sounds of sobbing echoing from another room. Angelique sat up in bed, alarmed. As she listened, she realized it was a man crying audibly…
She quickly got out of bed and put a filmy robe on over her nightgown. Venturing out into the hall, she listened and ascertained that the sobbing was coming from John's bedroom. Knocking softly on his door, the crying seemed to stop, but he did not say anything.
"John!" Angelique called out, concernedly, "Are you all right?" There was no answer. Angelique did not want to go back to her room and ignore what she had heard. Opening the door slowly, she peered into the bedroom. The full moon shone through John's window, illuminating his simply furnished and decorated room that had once belonged to Willie Loomis. Angelique could see John laying in his bed, but he was turned on his side, not facing her.
Angelique carefully walked over to John's bed. "John," she said, sitting on the bed next to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder. He did not acknowledge her.
"I heard crying—it was a man's voice, so it had to be you," she said. "I want to make sure you're all right."
"I'm all right," John's voice was low and gruff. She could see him grind his eyes with his fist.
"I don't think you are," she answered. "You care too much about what happened to Sabrina Stuart tonight."
John turned his head toward her, but continued to lie on his side. "Of course I care!" he snapped. He sniffled and rubbed his nose with his hand. "That poor girl was mauled to death!"
Angelique reached over and stroked his hair with her hand. "You gave her fair warning, over and over… She should have listened—"
John sat up in bed and fully faced her. "Why did I have to know? Why me? I couldn't get the visions out of my head… I couldn't just leave well enough alone!"
"You have these gifts, John," she told him. "You have to use them, whether you like it or not! I can help you control your abilities! I can teach you how to use your psychic powers to—"
"I'll never use them again!" John interrupted. "Never! Oh, I know you have abilities of your own, Angelique! Don't think I haven't noticed how you seem to know things, control things—like you're some kind of witch or something! Well, I'll be damned if I'll follow you! I don't want OR need it! If I ever get another vision in my mind again, I'm pushing it RIGHT out!"
"John, don't let this one instance dissuade you! What happened to Sabrina was NOT your fault! She went up to Chris's cabin of own volition! She—"
"Chris!" John gasped. "It was her boyfriend—he's that creature!" Angelique turned away, and John knew that his hunch was right. "Oh my God, Angelique! I was warning the wrong person! I should have known, I should have KNOWN!" John began to sob again.
"No, no John!" Angelique put her arms around him and drew him close. "Chris and Sabrina were doomed from the start—no one and nothing could have changed that. Please—Please don't cry any more, John!" She began to kiss his forehead, then his cheeks.
John sniffled and wiped his face with his sleeve. It was then he realized just how close he and Angelique were. He reached around the back of her head and brought her face down to his. "Stay with me tonight, Angelique… Please…" he murmured.
Angelique responded by kissing him on the lips. She felt an electrical feeling all over her body. It was much more stimulating than when she and Quentin had kissed. She grasped the bed covers and pulled them down, slipping into the bed beside him.
John kissed her again, helping her out of her robe and flinging it onto the floor once she had removed it. Outside, a dog—or was it a wolf—howled at the full moon. But neither Angelique nor John heard it…
Act Two:
Chris Jennings woke up, cold and almost naked, in the woods above Collinwood in the morning light. Stumbling his way back home, he quickly took a hot bath and studied himself in the mirror in the cottage bathroom. What little was left of his clothing was stained with blood, but he did not know if it was from the bullet wound on his shoulder—or from some poor soul he had ran into during the night…
While he was getting dressed, he could have sworn he could smell coffee, but he did not remember starting any when he came in. When he came out of his bedroom with fresh clothes on, he almost jumped out of his skin to find Quentin sitting on his couch.
"Quentin!" Chris gasped. He had his blood-stained scraps of clothing, crumpled in one hand, ready to fling it into the fireplace to get rid of the evidence.
Quentin stared down at the fabric in Chris's hand, but did not look surprised. "Good morning, Chris. I made us some coffee…"
"Uh, thanks," Chris was embarrassed. He looked down at the fistful of fabric and threw it into the fireplace. The fire consumed the clothing greedily. Chris turned again to Quentin. He noticed how pale Quentin was. "You look like your night was as bad as mine… Except, I can't remember mine!"
"I remember the feeling, all too well…" Quentin said, but he did not smile. Chris noticed Quentin's mood was quite melancholy. "I'll get the coffee…" Quentin motioned at the couch as he got up to go to the kitchenette in the back of the cottage.
Chris sat down on the couch. "Were there any attacks in Collinsport last night? I went up to the cabin a few days ago to prepare for the full moon. I was hoping that if I attacked anything, it would be a deer or a moose instead of people…"
Quentin looked grim as he poured their coffees. He made sure to add plenty of sugar, as they were both going to need it for the news Quentin was about to break to him.
"I think I'd better go back tonight," Chris continued. "Just in case… it happens again… Thanks, Quentin," Chris said, as Quentin handed him a mug full of coffee. "Quentin, you didn't say if there were any attacks last night?" Chris was really starting to worry about how quiet Quentin was being.
"Yes," Quentin nodded. "I'm afraid there WAS an attack last night. I'm sorry, Chris… I don't know how I'm going to tell you. You killed someone last night…" Quentin paused. He did not want to continue.
"Killed someone?" Chris wished he was surprised, but he wasn't. He had almost always killed someone every time he had transformed into the werewolf. Just last month it had been the evil Bruno Hess. "Who? Who was it Quentin?"
Quentin leaned forward and put a hand on Chris's shoulder. He looked down and shook his head. "I don't know how to tell you… Chris… it was someone we both know well…"
Chris's mind raced. For Quentin not to just come right out and say it—it must be someone they both knew very well indeed! The possibilities raced across Chris's mind—who could it be that Quentin was so reluctant to name? Mrs. Sarah Johnson? Laszlo Ferrari? Amy?" Chris's eyes widened and he gasped out loud. "Amy! Oh God, Quentin! Did I kill Amy?" Chris's heart raced at the possibility that he had killed his little sister.
Quentin shook his head again. "No Chris, it wasn't Amy. It was… Sabrina!"
Chris's mouth hung open, and his eyes were as wide as saucers. "Sa—Sabrina? No! I couldn't…" Chris gasped and started to cry. He put his hands up to his face.
Quentin felt himself start to cry as well, and pulled Chris into his arms. "It's all right… It wasn't your fault, it wasn't your fault…" Quentin rubbed Chris's back as he sobbed.
"What… where did it happen?" Chris asked between sobs. He clung to Quentin for dear life.
"She went to your cabin yesterday afternoon. She had another moon poppy for you," Quentin explained. "I assume she made it too late—I arrived soon after sunset and tried to stop you from killing her…"
"Oh God, Quentin!" Chris gasped. "I don't believe it! Not Sabrina!" he cried into Quentin's shoulder…
Act Three:
Angelique had slipped out of John's bed before he woke that morning. Even though she enjoyed being with him-especially since she had not been with a man since Sky Rumson—she did not want him to think that they were becoming an item. Her mind was firmly set on one man—and that man was Quentin Collins. With Quentin at her side, and finally the Mistress of the Old House—she would call it Collins House after they were married—all of her lifelong dreams would finally come to their fruition…
After getting dressed and leaving John a note downstairs in the foyer next to the new telephone, Angelique came up the path from the Old House to find Tony Peterson getting out of his car. "Good morning, Angelique!" he called to her as he stepped away from his car with his briefcase.
"Oh, good morning!" Angelique quickly looked towards the mansion as she noticed Tony studying her face intently. "Are you here to see Quentin, as well?"
"Yes," Tony tapped his briefcase. "I had some papers for Quentin to sign."
"I didn't know you were Quentin's lawyer…" Angelique said, as she knocked on one of the front doors.
"Just in the last couple of weeks… Say, Mrs. Rumson, Angelique… have we met at some party in town, or something? I swear I've seen your face before…"
"Oh, maybe in a magazine, or something?" Angelique answered. She knocked on the door again, but there was no answer. "I used to model back in New York before I married Sky Rumson."
"Hmm, maybe that's it," Tony answered. Of course he wasn't one to read women's magazines, but maybe he had seen Angelique's picture while rummaging through a magazine at the dentist once or twice.
Just then, Quentin came around the corner from Chris's cottage. He had left Chris much calmer than he was before. Chris had promised to let Quentin drive him back up to the cabin that afternoon and make sure that he could not escape from it this time.
Quentin saw Tony and Angelique standing in front of Collinwood, and tried to put on a brave front. "Good morning, all, I hope you weren't waiting long… I just told Chris about Sabrina."
"Oh, no Quentin! How did he take it?" Angelique asked.
"He was understandably upset, but I think I managed to calm him down. I'm going back later to spend more time with him." Quentin gave Angelique a sad little smile. "I think I'd better spend this night with him, just in case…"
"I understand," Angelique told him, as he opened the door to let the two into the house. "I can stay with Amy, if you'd like…"
Quentin nodded in agreement. He turned to Tony. "What did you want to see about, Tony? Was it Sabrina's will? I don't think Chris would be up to it today… Maybe tomorrow?"
"I actually have another matter to discuss with you," Tony said. "I have some papers for you to sign…"
"All right," Quentin answered. "Let me go back and see Mrs. Johnson about Amy, then I'll meet you in the study…"
Angelique and Tony watched Quentin go back. "He's holding up remarkably well," Angelique said to Tony. "Especially after that ordeal at the cabin…"
"It's hard to believe he's the same person that got so drunk last night," Tony told her. "Maybe now that the shock is over, he won't need to drink so heavily again," he mused. "But, I'm actually worried more about Chris Jennings… How do you get over your girlfriend dying in such a horrific way?"
"It will take time, and patience, and a lot of support from family and friends," Angelique answered. "He still has that little girl to live for—that's one thing."
As Angelique said this, however, she thought about how Sabrina's death would actually put an end to John's worrying about her. Now that she was out of the way, Angelique could use John's psychic abilities to her own advantage. Angelique turned away from Tony and faced Barnabas' Portrait—and smiled…
Cast:
Tony Peterson… JERRY LACY
Angelique Rumson… LARA PARKER
Chris Jennings… DON BRISCOE
Quentin Collins… DAVID SELBY
John Jaeger… CHRISTOPHER PENNOCK