produced/written by G. Matthew Smith



EPISODE #87 (Tuesday, 2/19/02) click here for a printable version of this episode
Same Day
January, 1936 - Late Evening


THE STOKES MANSION - JANET'S BEDROOM

Janet Stokes76 Mapleton WayJanet Stokes tossed and turned in the throws of a horrible dream.  The faces of her sister Judith and boyfriend Burt repeatedly flashed inside her head.

"Oh, you must think I'm so rude.  I didn't formally introduce myself.  I'm Gordon Scott."

"Burt and I first met in New York, quite some time ago.  We were very close, once."

"Your little warped mind has got you living in some sort of fairy tale world where you're the precious princess and Burt is the knight in shining armor.  Well, this princess wasn't locked in the turret of a castle, she was locked in a nut house!"

As the images and voices continued to fill her head as she slept, she could only mutter one thing, over and over.

"N-no!"


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THE SUNSET HOTEL - MARY'S PENTHOUSE - MAGGIE'S BEDROOM

Sunset Hotel, Penthouse A"Oh, Randy is just the sweetest boy I think I've ever met!" Eliza Campbell exclaimed as she lay in bed.  "He's so cute and nice and..."

"Would you please just roll over and go to sleep?" Maggie Callison interrupted with a heavy sigh.  She'd invited her best friend over for a sleep-over, not to listen to her endless prattle about Randy Lamont.

"Gee, what's the matter?" Eliza asked with a curious look.  "You've been awfully crabby lately."

"It's this entire mess with my parents and Reginald," Maggie muttered.  "I just wish everything was like it was before...before I messed everything up."

"Hey, it's not your fault."  Eliza knew that Maggie felt intense guilt over being the one who'd exposed her father's affair to her mother.  In fact, she felt responsible for almost every bad thing that had happened since.  "Besides, I would think that talking about my boyfriend would take your mind off of everything."

"Randy is not your boyfriend!" Maggie snapped.  "He's just a friend.  Period!  He's friends with both of us!"

Eliza Campbell"Well, he might be friends with both of us, but he and I are a couple."  Eliza propped herself up in bed and rested her head in her hand.  "You saw us at the party.  We were dancing and he was holding me in his arms."  She let out a dreamy sigh.  "It was so romantic!"

"Well, if you call hanging all over Randy 'romantic'..."

"I'll have you know that Randy and I have gone out on several dates since the Fall Dance!"  Eliza was quickly growing annoyed.  Why did Maggie have to be so negative?  "We've gone out to eat and to the movies and..."

"Eliza, running into him at The Well doesn't count!"

"You know, maybe if you had a social life, you'd stay out of mine!"  Eliza clinched her teeth tightly.  "Randy and I are doing very well.  Now, you need to find a boyfriend for yourself."

"I don't want a boyfriend."

"And I'm supposed to believe that?"  Eliza let out a giggle.  "What about Stanley?  Whatever happened to him?  I thought you two were getting pretty serious."

"I've barely talked to him since he ditched me the night of the dance," Maggie sighed.  "What's the point, anyway?"

"The point?  Maggie!  You're the one that pushed and got me and Randy together."  Eliza sat up and turned on the small light by the bed causing Maggie to squint and rub her eyes.  "If it weren't for you, we never would have gotten together."

Maggie Callison"Yeah, I know."  Maggie rolled her eyes and turned to look at Eliza with curiosity.  "What are you doing?"

"I'm calling Stanley, that's what!"  Eliza smiled slyly as she dialed the number.  "I'm so glad your mother put an extension in your room."

"She only did it so I wouldn't hog the living room gabbing while she was listening to her stories," Maggie sighed.  "And why are you calling Stanley?  Do you know what time it is?  He's probably in bed, which is where we should be!"

"We are in bed, silly," Eliza laughed and bit her lip as she waited for an answer.  "Besides, I just want you to talk to him.  Maybe there's still a chance for you to straighten out that mess from the dance."

"Look, I really don't want to..."  Maggie was interrupted when Eliza shoved the telephone receiver into her face.  She could faintly hear Stanley's voice on the other end asking who was calling.  With a defeated sigh, Maggie took the receiver and held it up to her ear.  "Hi, Stanley.  It's Maggie."  As she rolled her eyes again, she prayed that Eliza knew what she was doing.


THE STOKES MANSION - JANET'S BEDROOM

76 Mapleton WayJanet StokesJanet tossed and turned, still locked in her disturbing dream...

"I can guarantee that there are things about Burt that you don't know; and I'm not sure you want to know!"

"Tell me!  What are you hiding from me?  What do I need to know about Burt!"

"Well, it probably has more to do with me than with Burt.  True, he was very much involved, but I'm the one who has to carry this secret."

"What the devil are you talking about!"

"I'm talking about this baby!"

"No," Janet moaned in her sleep.  "No."

"W-what are you talking about?"

"I...I know the truth!  Judith...told me."

"Janet, what did your sister tell you?  You know not to believe anything that she says!  You know that she's only trying to keep us apart.  She doesn't want anyone to be happy!"

"Why didn't you tell me you were married?"

"I...I..."

"Gordon, why didn't you tell me you and Judith were having an affair!"

"J-Judith...."  Janet thrashed about as she slept and dreamed.  "N-no!"

"Well, I do know that that knife is way too sharp to be on the table.  Anyone could have cut themselves with it.  Mr. St. John!  Miss Stokes has cut herself."

"Oh, dear!  I...I am so sorry, Mr. Lamont.  Please, let me take care of it.  It doesn't seem to be too bad, but you can never tell.  Just let me go into the back room and I'll get a bandage."

"And take this stupid knife with you!  It's way too sharp.  Anyone could cut themselves."

"Knife?  What knife?"

"N-no, Judith..." Janet called out in her sleep.  "The knife!"