216 - April 25, 1967

[bunniefuu]

- My name is Victoria Winters.

A deceptive calm hovers over Collinwood,

for a man of great violence appears to be no longer violent,

yet fear and suspicion still persist.

The false quiet may predict a new rush of destruction.

[bell clanging]

The false calm may disguise

the presence of an even greater violence.

And the sinister stillness may obscure an unmentionable evil.


- I'm waiting for an answer, Willie.


- Wh
-what answer?


- Now, don't pretend you can't hear me.

I want to know what that blood is doing on your sleeve.


- Blood?


- Now, do you think this is the first time I ever saw blood?


- It's not blood.


- You were in a fight, weren't you?


- I don't want to fight.


- Will you tell me what you've been up to?


- Nothing... nothing.

I gotta get out of here.


- Yes, but first you're going to give me

a couple of explanations,

beginning with that.


- It's only dirt.


- It isn't, and you know it isn't.


- It is, please.


- Look at it.

Look at it!

And then you try to tell me that's not blood.


- No, please!

I don't want to look at it.

Don't make me look at it.

♪♪


- Willie, I'm only trying to help you.


- I don't need any help.


- Who are you kidding?

Just look at you.


- I'm all right.

Just leave me alone.


- Willie, try to understand now, I'm not angry with you.

I just want you to tell me where you've been.

And then if you're in any trouble
-
-


- No, no trouble.


- I'd help you out of it, just like I always do.

Now, how about it?


- Can't you just leave me alone?


- I don't get it.

You disappear for a couple of days

and you come back like this.

And all I know is that you're thinking about

taking something out of the cemetery.


- I told you, that wasn't me.


- And I told you it was.

Come on, Willie.

Do you want me to show you the cigarette butt you left behind?


- It could have been anyone.


- Come on, you're the only one in a thousand miles

that smokes those foreign cigarettes.

Now, stop lying to me.

I don't like that.


- I gotta get out of here.


- Yes, you're going to get out of here, Willie,

and out of town.


- Yes, far away.


- Yes, but first, you're coming back with me to Collinwood.


- Collinwood?

No!


- I say yes.


- But why?


- If I'm ever going to get you back living there again,

you're going to have to convince Miss Stoddard

that you're sorry for the way you acted.


- No, I don't want to go back there.


- I've been watching.

Is he sick or what?


- I don't know.

Something's wrong.


- Well, I don't like to pick on a guy

when he's not feeling so hot,

but you said you were gonna get him out of here.


- We were just leaving.

Come on, Willie, let's go.


- No. I won't go back there.

I won't go back to Collinwood.


- Collinwood?

I thought it was understood that he was to get out of town.


- He will.

But first, he's going to apologize to Liz and Carolyn.


- I said, I won't go back there.


- Now, wait a minute, I don't think Liz

would like him up at the house,

and I know Carolyn wouldn't.


- Now, look.

Liz happens to be a very good friend of mine,

and if Willie insulted her and her daughter,

he's going to apologize.


- I apologize.


- You're going to have to do it in person, Willie.


- I don't get it.

Does he always pull a switch like this?


- Don't worry about him
-
- would you leave it to me?


- Please, let's go.
- All right.

You want to drink your drink first?


- No.


- Hey, listen.

I don't think you should take him up to Collinwood.

I think you should take him to a hospital.


- Suppose you just let me worry about that.


- All right... suits me.

I
-
- I wasn't gonna volunteer, anyway.

Good
-bye, Willie.

I don't expect to meet you again.


- Drink your drink, let's go.


- I'm not thirsty.


- Go ahead.

You look as if you could use a good belt.

Drink up.


- Nothing
-
- nothing to drink.


- Willie...

I don't understand you.

At first I thought you'd
-
-

that you'd really been in a fight

and you took the beating of your life.

But that can't be true.

You're not the kind that takes a beating

and does nothing about it.

I don't know.

For the first time, I just plain don't dig you out, boy.

And it kind of scares me.

[Liz]
- It's too late to go into town.

[Carolyn]
- Mother, don't you think I'm just a little too old

for you to be trying to tell me what to do?


- Carolyn.

I'm not trying to tell you what to do,

I'm merely saying that I think it's a little late to go out.


- I didn't mean to blow up like that.

I
-
- I just don't want to hang around the house tonight,

that's all.


- Well, if you're worrying about Willie turning up,

I don't think you have to.


- How can you be so sure of that?

No one even seems to know where he is.


- Well, if he hasn't come back by now,

I'm sure he's not going to.


- Do you really believe that?


- Well, I'm trying to.

[door opening]Roger?


- No, Liz, it's us.


- Well, at least we don't have to worry about

where Willie is anymore.

Good night.


- Oh, no need to go, Carolyn.

Mr. Loomis is only here to say good
-bye,

and to apologize.


- Oh, I can imagine what that will be like.


- I'll be home later.
- Please, Carolyn.

I'm perfectly serious.

Willie asked me especially to bring him here

so that he could apologize to you personally,

to you and your mother.

Isn't that right, Willie?


- Yes, I...

I would like to apologize, if you'd let me.


- Jason, this isn't necessary.


- Go ahead, Willie.

Tell them what you're apologizing for.


- I apologize for...


- For your behavior.


- Yes, for my b
-behavior.


- Jason, I'm not impressed by this.


- This what, Liz?
- This act.


- Please, Liz.

The boy is sincere.

Aren't you, Willie?


- Yes, yes, I'm sincere.


- I wish you'd realize, Liz, that the boy means it.


- All right, he means it, now he can go.


- I'd like to talk with you alone for a few minutes.


- Ah, now the pitch.

A tender plea for Willie's reinstatement

as houseguest number two.


- I am not going to ask that he stay,

but I would like a word with you, alone.


- Yes.

After he goes.


- It'll only be a minute, Liz.

Please.


- You're going to be sorry.


- As a personal favor.


- All right.


- Good night, everyone.

Good night.


- Carolyn?

You
-
- you didn't believe me, did you?


- Do I look like the village idiot?


- I did mean it.

I didn't mean to scare you.


- And I didn't mean to almost try to k*ll you.


- I shouldn't have scared you.

I'm sorry.


- Willie, you almost sound as if you mean that.

I'd better go.


- I don't blame you for not believing me.


- It's all right.
- Are you sure you're okay?


- Yes, yes.


- Because you don't look it.

And you don't act it.


- I'm all right.

Really, I'm...

I'm all right.


- All right, then.

So long.


- But what difference does it make

whether I believe Willie or not?

Really, Jason, I don't see why you keep pressing this point.


- Liz, please.

Don't you think I'm just a little upset

by the way he's acted?

After all, I brought Willie here.

Don't you think I feel responsible?


- Jason, you know you don't care in the least.


- Now, Liz.

How can I convince you that I'm really very eager

for the two of us to get along?


- You know the answer to that.


- If I'm going to be staying here at Collinwood,

wouldn't it be better if we could accommodate each other?

I know I'm trying my best.


- All right, Jason.

All right.

Thank Willie for his apology.

Tell him I accept it.

And I wish him a long, happy journey.

[screaming]


- It'll mean a great deal to the boy

to know that he's leaving on fairly friendly terms,

and it'll mean a great deal to me, too.

[Willie screaming]


- What was that?


- Willie!


- What's happened?
- Willie!


- He looks as though he fainted.


- Willie! What is it?

Willie!

[screaming]


- Willie.

What is it?


- What
-
- what happened?


- Are you all right?


- Tell me what happened.


- Well, you must've fainted, I guess.


- Where am I?


- You're in your room.


- My room?


- Yes.

Your room in Collinwood.


- I fainted?


- Apparently.


- Where was I?


- Why? Can't you remember?


- I'm not sure.


- You're not really well, are you?


- You gotta tell me, where was I?


- All right, all right, now.

In the foyer, downstairs.


- In the foyer.

Oh, yeah.

I remember.


- Can't you remember anything else?


- No.

There's nothing else to remember.


- You ought to lie back down, Willie.


- No. No, I gotta leave.


- Now, don't be silly.


- I've got to go away.


- Liz isn't that intractable, now.

I'm sure she can be persuaded to change her mind.


- I can't stay.


- You're in no condition to go anywhere now.

Now, please.

Don't worry about it now.

Just lie there quietly.

I'll go down and talk to Liz.


- Okay.

Tell her...

Tell her I apologize.


- All right, now, let's not overdo it, Willie.


- I'm sincere.


- You really mean it, don't you?


- Yes.


- I don't get it.

You can't be that sick.

[shivering]


- I
-
- I said I'm sorry.

I said I was sorry.


- I knew it was all leading to this.


- Liz, I tell you, the boy is sick.


- First the boy is sorry, then the boy is sick,

now the boy must stay.

But you saw him yourself.


- I've seen him before, on numerous occasions.

I know that he's not beyond deception.


- I'm telling you, Liz. the boy is too sick to leave.

Now, if you don't believe me, call a doctor.


- Jason...

Jason, how many more times am I going to be subjected

to these schemes of yours?


- Now, Liz, it's not a scheme.

You know I want him out of here.

I thought I'd convinced you of that.


- You had, but you forced me to change my mind.

I will not be made a fool of this way.

Liz, please don't force me to insist.


- It's all a ridiculous sham.


- Now, Liz, the boy must stay and you must allow it.


- Why are you always so quick to tell me what I must do?


- Only when you force me to.


- The boy is no more sick than I am.


- That's not true, Liz.


- If there's one thing more dishonest than his fainting,

it's your disgusting concern.


- I am concerned, Liz.

Genuinely concerned.


- You're incapable of it and you know it.

It's this act of yours,

this solicitude that gives the whole thing away.


- Well, now...

I should think your own experience would tell you

that a person who has certain unfortunate acts in his past

need not necessarily be lacking

in some of the warmer human feelings.

I never thought of you as completely criminal, Liz.

So please allow me the same range of character.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I will go and tell Willie that he may stay,

that you've agreed to it.

I may tell him that, may I not?

Elizabeth?

My friend is sick.

May he stay?

I'm waiting for an answer, Liz.


- Yes.

He may stay.


- Well, now, there.

What did I tell you?

None of us is completely bad.

Even you.


- Now, please don't get angry

before I have a chance to explain.

He was obvious
-
- obviously sick,

so I had to let him stay for a few days, at least.

Now, I know what you're going to say.


- I don't think there's anything else you can do.


- Then you're not angry with me?


- If he's sick, he's sick.

You can't throw a sick man out into the street.


- Then you believe he actually is sick?


- Don't you?


- Oh, yes, of course I do.

If I didn't believe it, I wouldn't have agreed

to let him stay here.


- I thought there was something terribly wrong with him before,

when he apologized.


- Yes.

It was a bit unusual.


- It wasn't just the apology, but the whole way he acted,

especially after you and Mr. McGuire left us out there

in the foyer alone together.


- What do you mean? What'd he do?


- Well, it was hard to explain.

He acted... sort of numb.

Only in pain at the same time, but a strange kind of pain.


- What do you mean, strange?


- Like it wasn't physical pain,

but more like the pain was...

emotional or...

well, spiritual.


- What do you think is the matter with him?


- I don't know that, any more than you do.

But either that boy is very sick,

or something very strange has happened to him.

Something very, very strange.


- But what?


- I don't know that either.

And I'm not sure I want to know.


- Willie, you awake?


- Yeah, I'm awake.


- Now, I told you it'd be all right.

You can stay here as long as it takes you to get better.


- Stay?

I don't want to stay.


- Now, listen.

Seems you got a little bit of a fever.

Maybe even a little delirious.


- I can't stay.


- Why not?

Now, Liz says it's fine with her.

Where else would you go?


- Away.
- Oh, not a chance.

You're going to stay right here where I can take care of you.

Here.

This'll make you a little more comfortable.

Can you sit up?


- I can get up.

I'm all right.


- All right, let's get this off now.


- No, it's okay, leave it on.


- No, no, take it easy now.

You can't get any rest all tangled up in your clothes.


- It's all right.


- Here you go, now, take it nice and slow.

Here, give me that.

There you go, now.

Willie...

You're hurt.


- No, it don't hurt.


- Why didn't you mention that before?

What is it, a knife?


- Don't touch it.


- You should have mentioned that right away, now.

You probably fainted from loss of blood.


- Blood?


- Come on, Willie
-
- is it bad?


- It's nothing, nothing.


- Oh, no, I'll be the judge of that.

Just let me look at it.
- No!


- Willie, I'm not trying to hurt you.

Now, just let me look at it.


- No one can see it, no one!


- You should probably have that taken care of right away,

you'll be in serious trouble.


- No one can see it!


- Willie.

How can I take care of it if you don't let me

take the bandage off?


- No one
-
- stay away, leave it alone!


- Willie!


- Don't come near me.

Don't touch it.

No one touches it.

No one!

No one sees it.

Now, you stay away.

You stay away!

♪♪

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