Shocking and horrifying events plague the residents at the great house of Collinwood. One of them lies on the brink of death as a part of an evil mans revenge. But on this night, it is his turn to be shocked and horrified at a sight he never imagined he would ever see again.
Elizabeth and David sat side by side in the waiting room. The waiting room door open and Trevor Halliburton entered. He spotted Elizabeth sitting across the room and approached her. "Elizabeth Collins Stoddard?" he asked. Liz looked up not recognizing the man and said, "Yes, I am Elizabeth Stoddard." He extended his hand and said, "You don't know me Mrs. Stoddard. My name is Trevor Halliburton. I want to express my sincerest apologies for what you're going through right now. I can't help feeling partly responsible since it was my former client that put you in this position. I'm truly very sorry." Elizabeth looked up at him and said, "I assume that since you used the term former, that you won't be acting in his defense?" "That's right Mrs. Stoddard, I wish I had sent him away the first day he came to me. If I had any idea things would turn out the way they did, I would have. The man is deranged. I wish I had spotted it earlier. Maybe none of us would be where we are today." Elizabeth stood up and faced Trevor and said, "You can hardly blame yourself for the way events unraveled. I certainly don't hold you responsible in any way. You mustn't blame yourself either." Halliburton shook her hand and said, "Thank you Mrs. Stoddard. That means more to me than you can know. I assure you; whatever relationship I may have had with Gerald Fenton is completely over." The doors to the waiting room opened once again as Quentin returned. Trevor Halliburton turned to see who had entered the room. The instant he saw Quentin Collins standing there, his eyes grew wide with shock. (Long dramatic tympani sounds roll followed by three final dramatic notes)
Quentin Collins stood in the doorway looking at this man who looked like he had just seen a ghost. "Do we know each other from somewhere?" he asked looking at the man not having any recognition of him. Judah realized that Quentin Collins would not recognize him in his present host, and quickly sought to cover up his strange behavior. "No, I guess not. You just look incredibly like a man from my own hometown. I couldn't imagine what would have brought him here. I see now that the resemblance is only vague. I just hadn't seen him in years and at first glance you have many of the same features. I do apologize if I alarmed you." Trevor concluded his cleverly concocted cover story. Quentin smiled and extended a hand. "I've been told I have a twin out there somewhere. It's not the first time I've been mistaken for somebody else, Quentin Collins." He said as Halliburton shook his hand in return. "Quentin, not really a very common name these days, is it?" Halliburton asked full of curiosity. Quentin laughed and said, "I suppose not. Our family has a fondness for old Victorian and Elizabethan names and customs, I'm afraid. I've had 2 ancestors that were named Quentin as well. My mother heard it, and just wouldn't hear of naming me anything else." Halliburton realizing his error then said, "I'm sorry, Trevor Halliburton is my name." Quentin then said, "I see your own family also has a fascination for elegant sounding names. I've never met a Trevor before. It's nice to meet you Mr. Halliburton." Trevor then continued, "I was just expressing my regrets to your sister here about what happened. I formerly represented the suspect and I didn't want any hard feeling s since he is now a former client." Quentin laughed and said, "Well now, Liz isn't really my sister, though she does resemble my mother somewhat. We're cousins." "My mistake," Halliburton said, "I just assumed. Well, I won't trouble you good people any more tonight, I know this isn't a good time for you, and want you to know I share your grief." Quentin patted Halliburton on the shoulder and said, "Well, there's still some chance he may pull out of it, so all we can do is wait and see what the doctor's say. Thank you for your concern." Trevor Halliburton nodded to Liz and left the room. Quentin stood beside Liz and looked at the door and said, "A very peculiar man."
Carolyn Stoddard came through the front door of Collinwood. An assortment of
packages was weighting her down. She managed to get then to the table in the
foyer and placed them there to close the door. Maggie Evans came from the
landing down the stairs. Carolyn seeing her smiled and said, "Well, if you
want to go shopping for anything in Bangor, you'll have to wait about a
week, because I bought it all" Maggie looked at her not really knowing just
how to tell her of the past days happenings. Carolyn immediately saw that
something was wrong. "Something's wrong. Isn't it Maggie? What is it?"
Maggie forced herself to look Carolyn in the eyes and said, "It's your Uncle
Roger"
Carolyn pushed her long blonde hair back with one hand and her eyes widened
as she asked, "Uncle Roger? What's the matter with Uncle Roger, Maggie? Is
he upstairs in his room? Is he sick?" Maggie reached out and grasped Carolyn's
hands and said, "He's in Collinsport Hospital, Carolyn. He was shot. The
doctor's don't know if he's going to live or not." Carolyn's face filled
with fear, "Oh no. Uncle Roger!" she said as her legs weakened and she sat
on the steps. Maggie helped her keep from falling. "Why Uncle Roger? Who
would want to hurt him? I have to go see him Maggie." She said standing
again. Maggie then said, "The doctor's still have him in the critical wing,
Carolyn. He can't have visitors. They don't even know if he will make it
through the night. You should try to get some rest and I'll take you in the
morning. I promise." Carolyn buried her head in her hands and sat back down
on the steps. Maggie looked at her with sympathy and said, "Let me get you a
drink to calm your nerves." She went in to the drawing room and poured a
drink. She returned to the foyer only to see the door standing wide open.
The sound of screeching tires then sounded as she stood there worried and
helpless. (Sad slow strains fade)
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Judah Zachary stormed into the office of Trevor Halliburton and angrily threw the suit coat on the sofa. Nicholas Blair entered just in time to witness his rage and asked, "I take it something went wrong?" Judah sat in the chair behind the desk with a scowl on his face. "The fool! He fires six bullets into a man and still manages to not kill him!" Nicholas scratched his moustache and hummed. "Yes, I heard about Roger Collins unfortunate accident. I must say, I don't see why you're getting so angry. Don't you want to see your victims suffer before they die? Doesn't a swift death rather rob you of part of your victory? As I understand it, he's likely to die anyway from all the damage that was done. You can revel in the excruciating pain he's probably going through right now, Judah." He said with a twisted evil grin. Judah's anger subsided and gave way to one of cruel pleasure in the suffering he knew Roger Collins was going through this very moment. Nicholas then reached into his jacket and withdrew a folded necktie. He placed it on the desk in front of Judah Zachary. "I borrowed this from Roger Collins 3 years ago. I lived in a house on the Collins estate. I was called away rather suddenly and never got to return it. I made a little trip out there this evening under cover of darkness. The house is isolated away from the main house so nobody saw me. Everything was exactly as I left it." He said grinning. Judah Zachary's eyes glowed with pleasure as he picked up the folded tie and rolled it round and round in his fingers. (Three dramatic notes sound)
The clock in the hospital waiting room read 12:20 AM. Elizabeth aimlessly paged through a magazine too distracted to really read it. Wondering how Roger was doing was uppermost in her thoughts. The waiting room door burst open and Carolyn ran straight to her mother. Liz stood to meet her and caught her in an embrace as Carolyn sobbed, "Oh Mother! Why? Why did this happen?" Liz remained silent not knowing what to say.. What could she say? She simply tightened her embrace. Joe Haskell entered the room and walked over to join them.. "Any word yet?" he asked. Liz simply nodded. Far away the sound of a train whistle blowing echoed. Carolyn turned and faced Joe with a helpless look in her eyes. He placed a hand on hers and looked at her as if to say, "I know how you must feel." Julia entered the waiting room and all eyes turned to her. "He's sleeping now." Julia said softly, "In a few more hours we should know something. Mrs. Stoddard, you really should get some rest. You really can't make any difference by being here. I promise I'll call you if there is any change at all. I managed to get appointed to assist in the case, so I'll be here until something is determined one way or the other. Please go home and get some sleep." Carolyn looked at her mother and said, "She's right mother, my car is outside. Let me take you home. You look exhausted!" Liz paused a moment and then relented. Carolyn led her to the door with Joe following close behind. "Joe, if you don't mind, could I have a word with you." Julia called after him. He turned to Julia and said, "Sure Dr. Hoffman. What do you want to know?" Julia paced across the waiting room floor and said, "I understand you were there when it happened. What can you tell me about it?" Joe looked uncertain and said, "There's really not too much to tell. I asked roger to join me for a drink so I could thank him for helping me get re-established. We had a couple of drinks, and Gerald Fenton barged in the front door looking like a madman. He yelled out Die Collins die, and before I could get to him to stop him, Fenton fired the whole chamber at Roger. The police came and took him away, the ambulance brought Roger here. That's s much as I know." Julia looked perplexed and said, "He gave no reason for what he was doing? He gave no explanation why?" Joe walked toward the window and said, "He didn't need to. Almost everybody in the place knew why.. You see Dr. Hoffman, Roger publicly fired Fenton in the Blue Whale just a few night s before. I guess he just went insane with rage and decided to make his revenge as public as his own embarrassment was." Julia's lips pursed as she tried to make sense out of it all. "How did he know Roger was going to be there? I know Roger, and I've never known him to frequent the Blue Whale. He always does his drinking at Collinwood." Joe thought for a moment and said, "Well, he did used to work at the cannery. He knew what time Roger left every day. I guess he waited in the parking lot and followed us there." Julia considered his answer and decided he was probably right. "Thank you Joe I appreciate you staying behind to explain." Joe replied, "Well I'm not really sure I told you anything that will help." Julia answered, "Maybe not. I still appreciate you taking the time, Good night Joe." Julia stood staring at the wall trying to make some sense of it all.
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Judah Zachary sat in Trevor Halliburton's office with the lights out and
candles lit on the desk. Nicholas Blair sat on the other side of the desk as
both of them concentrated deeply on the flames. Judah raised his arms and
extended his fingers palms down over the desk. He closed his eyes and spoke.
"Oh Great Master of Darkness. Grant to me the victory of which I seek. Let
the flames carry my voice to you. Hear from the depths of the darkness and
empower me to bring about the long awaited destruction of those whom I
loathe and who hate me. Before the night of darkness falls again. Give unto
me the life of Roger Collins!
(Three dramatic notes sound with a crashing crescendo)
Elizabeth Stoddard…
JOAN BENNETT
Carolyn Stoddard…
NANCY BARRETT
Julia Hoffman…
GRAYSON HALL
Maggie Evans…
KATHERINE LEIGH SCOTT
Quentin Collins…
DAVID SELBY
Nicholas Blair…
HUMBERT ALLEN ASTREDO
Joe Haskell…
CHRIS BERNAU
Trevor Halliburton/Judah Zachary…
KEITH PRENTICE
David Collins…
DAVID HENESY
Written By RUSS WILLIAMS
Directed By RUSS WILLIAMS
Story Developed and Created by ART WALLACE
Fashions courtesy of ORBACH'S
Music composed by ROBERT COBERT
Series created by DAN CURTIS Executive Producer