297 - August 15, 1967

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[Victoria Winters narrating] - To live, to exist,

is to expose oneself to the momentary dangers

that surround us.

We can never be sure when these perils will arise,

for jeopardy does not respect time

and we must be prepared for the encounter.

- Here, get this into you. - Oh.

- It might help to pull you through.

- Thanks, Sam. It's been a long night.

- Here.

Uh, how is it?

I didn't put too much feeling into it.

- Ah. I can tell.

- Can I fix it up?

- No, no, I think you have already.

- Well, she's home.

- Yeah. That's what worries me.

- Worries you?

- Well, Sam, you know, the doctor said

we may not ever know where she was

or what happened to her during that time.

- Well, frankly I don't care anymore.

Just so she's here.

- I almost feel the same way. - [coughs]

- But we have to keep in mind that, whoever the kidnapper is,

if he's still around,

he might not know that Maggie can't remember him.

And I'm just afraid he might try to get to her,

very much afraid.

[creepy music plays] ♪♪

♪♪

- Well, what are we gonna do about it?

- Well, for one thing, I can discuss it with the sheriff.

He might have some ideas.

- We'll have to watch her closer than before.

- Yeah, that's a question of knowing who to trust.

- [chuckles] That's always a question.

- Well, the only thing I can suggest is that, uh...

Well, maybe we ought to move away from Collinsport.

- Away from here? Where?

- I don't know, anywhere.

Anywhere that would be safe for her.

- Well...

As much as I'd hate to see that happen,

it might not be such a bad idea.

- [chuckles] Good morning, everyone.

[Sam] - Oh, morning, Maggie.

- Hi, Joe. - Hi, sweetheart.

- Oh, thank you.

- I see that the Collinsport Coffee Shop

is holding an emergency session.

- Join us if you dare.

- Well, just to show you how glad I am to be back,

I'll even drink some of Pop's coffee.

- Ah, that's a sacrifice I wouldn't ask anyone.

It is unfit for human consumption.

- Then I'll make a pot that is.

You both look very tired.

- Well...

We've been, uh, sitting around for a while.

- All night?

Have you been sitting around all night?

- Yes, yes. We've been talking.

- About me, I suppose. - Ha ha ha.

I can't think of anything I'd rather talk about.

- I wish you wouldn't worry so much.

Whatever happened is past.

Now I'm back home and I feel great.

- You look fine. I gotta admit that.

- You know, I can't believe that I was gone for such a long time.

[Joe] - Well, you were. You can be sure of that.

We felt every minute of it.

- The important thing is that wherever I was,

I'm back, and everything is going to be just like it was.

- Yeah, sure, of course.

- By the way,

I should speak to my boss at the coffee shop

and see if I can get my job back.

I could start back to work tomorrow.

- No! Well, I...

I mean, you can't do that. Not just right now.

- Why not? - Well, it's too soon.

- Well, what am I gonna do all day, hang around the house?

- Well, you know, we were trying to figure that out.

- Oh, planning my life, huh?

- Oh, something like that.

Joe and I thought it might be a good idea

if we took a trip or something.

- Why?

Oh, I see. Big trouble.

- Maggie, uh,

you know I've never been very good at lying to you,

so, frankly,

I'll tell you what the outlook is.

You were kidnapped by someone unknown to us,

someone whose identity might never been known.

Now, you were carefully hidden

to make him think that you were dead.

Now that news is out

that you're alive and that you're back here.

Well, it's possible that he might be around.

If so, it's also possible that he might want to...

- Finish what he started? - Yes.

- It's something we've got to face, Maggie.

- I know that some kind of malice exists,

but I don't feel afraid.

- We don't want you to be afraid.

We just...

We just want you to be very cautious.

- I intend to pick up my life exactly where I left it

and I hope you both will join me,

because I refuse to live in fear.

Now, you can all hover over me like the royal guard.

I'd be delighted to play the queen.

♪♪

- Oh. Hello!

- Hello. - What are you doing here?

- Just watching you.

- I didn't hear you come up.

- I can be very quiet.

- [chuckles] So I see.

Well, would you like to come in? - Yes.

- Well, come in then.

- Thank you.

This is your room?

- Yes, it is.

- It's very pretty. I like it.

- Thank you.

- Are you feeling better now?

- Why, yes I am.

Thank you.

- I was worried about you.

- Oh, that's sweet of you.

But don't be worried, I'm fine.

- I missed you. - Did you?

- Yes.

- Why?

- Well, because you're my very best friend.

- I am?

Well, did you just move into the neighborhood recently?

- No. - Where do you live?

- Oh, way, way over in a big house.

- Oh. Well, what's your name?

- Sarah. - Sarah?

- Yes.

You act as though you don't remember me.

- Oh, well, I'm sure I do, Sarah,

but you'll have to forgive me just now.

My memory isn't what it should be.

- Will you play with me?

- Well, all right.

For a little while.

- Here, catch.

- Got it!

- Will you sing with me? - Sing?

I don't know if I have a good voice.

- ♪ London Bridge is falling down ♪

♪ Falling down, falling down

♪ London Bridge is falling down ♪

♪ My fair lady

Come on, sing! - Okay.

- ♪ Take the key and lock her up ♪

♪ Lock her up lock her up ♪

♪ Take the key and lock her up ♪

♪ My fair lady ♪

- Well, I haven't sung that in quite a while.

- But you sang it with me lots of times.

- I did?

Now, when did I ever sing it with you?

- When you were sad.

I used to come and play with you, just like now.

- Where did you see me?

- In a room.

You used to call me and call me.

- Little girl...

Sarah.

Do you know anything about what happened to me?

- Will you tell me the truth?

- What truth? - Do you remember me?

- The honest truth? No, I don't.

- You've forgotten me, just like everybody else!

You've forgotten me.

- If you just tell me some more.

- I even gave you my doll so you wouldn't forget me,

but you forgot me anyway.

- Doll?

Your doll?

Is this yours?

- Yes, and I want it.

I want it.

Only my dolly remembers me.

Only my dolly.

- Sarah!

Sarah, where did you go?

Sarah? Sarah!

♪♪

[wind howling]

- Well, how does that look?

- Wonderful, Pop. You're doing good work.

- Hmm, well, I've missed your criticism these weeks.

- You'll get too much of it now.

- Pop, do you have any idea who this little girl is?

- Not the slightest.

I tried desperately to find out.

You know, this town isn't so big

that I don't know everybody in it.

Well, there are a few Sarah's,

but they don't fit that description.

- She must belong somewhere.

Are there any new families that have moved into the neighborhood?

- Well, I've, uh, checked on all the new families

and that kid doesn't belong to any of them.

- Maybe that isn't her name.

She likes to play games. Maybe she made the name up.

- It's possible.

Of course, I sketched her and no one recognized the sketch.

- We've got to find her.

She knows something about me.

- Well...

You know, maybe she's making the whole thing up.

- I don't know. [hammering]

Pop, please find her for me.

- You know I'll try.

[door closes]

[knocking on door]

- Oh, Mr. Collins. Hello.

- Good evening, Mr. Evans.

I wanted to inquire about your daughter.

- Why, that's very kind of you.

Please come in. - Thank you.

How is she?

- Oh, she's in excellent physical condition.

- Splendid. I couldn't be happier for you.

- Well, she's rarin' to go.

Can't keep her down, wants to go back to work,

take up exactly where she left off.

- That's a rather remarkable recovery.

Has she any idea what happened to her?

- No, none whatsoever.

I mean, she can't remember a thing.

- Nothing at all?

- Well, uh, she remembers going to sleep and waking up

like it was the next morning.

Everything that happened in between is a total blank.

- But she can't remember anyone who was involved?

- Uh, no one. We're completely baffled.

- Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that.

And then again, perhaps it's just as well

that you don't know.

There may even be a safety factor in it.

- Yeah, well, the safety factor is what concerns us most.

Now that the news is out that she's back,

I'm afraid that whoever that guy was,

if he's still around, he'll try to get back at her.

- That's possible, but I hope not.

- Well, he may not know that, uh, the memory of the incident

is completely gone. - Gone?

Forever?

- The doctor thinks so.

- I wonder if it would be possible for me to see her.

I'd like to extend my good wishes.

- Why, sure.

I know she would be delighted to see you.

Maggie, Mr. Collins is here, he'd like to see you.

- Well, hello, Mr. Collins.

- Good evening, Miss Evans.

I've been rather anxious about you.

- How sweet of you to care.

- Do you feel up to a short visit?

- Of course, as long as it's not too short.

Please sit down. - Thank you.

I won't tax you with a long conversation.

- Oh, there's nothing I'd like better than a long conversation.

I've been sitting here quietly all day.

- Can I get you anything, Mr. Collins?

- Thank you, no.

- If you're gonna be here for a few minutes,

I, um, have an oil painting I'd like to deliver.

I wonder if you'd mind keeping Maggie company.

- Not at all.

I'd be very pleased.

- Okay, Pop, the royal guard deserves a break.

- [chuckles] I won't be too long.

- Oh, take your time.

I'll take very good care of your daughter.

♪♪

- Well, I never thought I'd see you

in the role of a baby-sitter.

- I'm happy to do anything I can.

If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask.

- Why, thank you.

Just being home again with Pop and seeing Joe again,

that's enough for me.

- I'm told that you remember nothing of what happened to you.

- If it weren't for the calendar I wouldn't believe anyone.

I've never been asked so many questions in my life.

- What kind of questions?

- Well, like the question about me

going up to Eagle Hill cemetery.

That's incredible.

I can't imagine why I'd go up to that cemetery.

I don't have any relatives buried there.

And yet, that's where they say that they found me.

That's frightening.

- Well, perhaps they think the mention of it

will help your memory come back.

- Well, I know that's what they hope,

but so far, nothing they say

seems to penetrate my thick skull.

Nothing seems to register, it doesn't make any sense.

No, I haven't changed any.

I'm still the same way I was that night I disappeared.

- Well, I wish they wouldn't subject you

to so much cross-examination.

- Oh, they mean well by it.

I think they're about to give up.

All my answers are the same.

- And how do you feel about it yourself?

Aren't you curious to know what happened?

- I'm very curious.

But then again, I look in the mirror

and I see myself as the same way I've always been.

I still make the same bad jokes.

- I'm happy to know that that lovely disposition of yours

hasn't been affected by the experience.

- Well, I feel a little like a medical specimen

with the doctors checking me and, and my loss of memory.

- Do you think that if you saw the man who kidnapped you,

that you'd recognize him?

- I don't know.

I hope so.

I think, if someone did something to me,

he ought to be punished.

- Oh, he should, by all means.

- But, then again, I sometimes think

that it'll all come back to me, piece by piece.

- What do you mean?

- Well, a strange thing happened today,

something so strange,

I don't know if I can explain it.

- What was it?

- A little girl came into my room.

- A little girl?

- Yes, a very strange, sweet little girl.

She seemed to know something about me,

had spent time with me, wherever that was.

- Strange.

What did she tell you?

- Well, she told me that we used to play games together.

We sang "London Bridge Is Falling Down."

- "London Bridge."

How old was this girl?

- Eight or nine.

She wore a strange old-fashioned dress.

- Old-fashioned dress? - Mm-hmm.

Well, the style of it.

It was the same one that she wore when my father saw her.

- Your father? - Yes.

- He saw her, too? - Mm-hmm.

Apparently, she was the one that helped him find me.

We don't know who she is or where she comes from.

- Do you know her name?

- She said her name was... Sarah.

- Sarah.

- I think she knows something about what happened to me

during that time.

If only I could find her, she might be able to explain.

Perhaps I could remember.

- That's a possibility,

a possibility that the man responsible for everything

could be apprehended.

Something will have to be done.

[clock ticking]

[dog yelping, then howling]

[Sarah] - ♪ London Bridge is falling down ♪

♪ Falling down falling down... ♪

- Sarah.

- ♪ London Bridge is falling down ♪

- Sarah.

♪ My fair lady...

- Where are you?

- ♪ Take the key and lock her up ♪

♪ Lock her up lock her up... ♪

- Sarah?

- ♪ Take the key and lock her up... ♪

- Sarah?

- ♪ My fair lady

- What is it you want?

- ♪ London Bridge is all built up ♪

- What do you want of me?

- ♪ All built up all built up... ♪♪

♪♪

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