Episode 1 Transcript

=== Opening Monologue ===
My name is Victoria Winters. My journey is beginning. A journey that I hope will open the doors of life to me and link my past to my future. A journey that will bring me to a strange and dark place, to the edge of the sea to a house high above Widow’s Hill. A house called Collinwood. A world I've never known, with people I've never met. People who tonight are still only shadows in my mind, but who will soon fill the days and nights of my tomorrows.
=== Teaser ===
TRAIN
VICKI sits on a train trundling through the darkness.
DRAWING ROOM
ELIZABETH looks out the window and is joined by ROGER, who has poured himself a brandy.
Roger: A watched pot never boils. To coin a phrase.
Elizabeth: Don’t you think you ought to look in on your son?
Roger: The little monster is asleep, and I’m delighted.
(drinks)
Roger: I choose my words
with infinite precision.
Elizabeth: Roger, you’re
a fool!
Roger: Not one tenth the
fool you are, my dear. Look at you, standing at the window, looking out at the
night, waiting for someone who should never have been asked to come here in the
first place.
Elizabeth: She’ll work
out very well, I’m sure.
Roger: Doing what?
Holding my little son’s hand? Comforting you when the shutters creak?
Elizabeth, with all our ghosts we don’t need any strangers in this house, and
you know it.
Elizabeth: I think I can
be the judge of that.
Roger: But you don’t even
know the girl! Elizabeth, I’m your brother, I’m thinking only of your own
welfare. Why bring somebody all the way up from New York to do something we are
perfectly capable of handling ourselves?
Elizabeth: Because I choose
to do so!
Roger: Oh, come to your
senses, Elizabeth! When the girl arrives, give her a month’s salary and send
her back where she came from.
(beat)
Roger: Why don’t you open
the doors so that the whole town comes trooping through the house and have done
with it?
Elizabeth: The girl will
stay!
Roger: You are a fool,
Elizabeth. Yes, you are. Inviting problems…
Elizabeth: The only
problem I’ve invited is standing before me at this moment! I have asked Miss
Winters to live here, and she’ll stay!
Roger lifts his glass in
mock toast. Elizabeth leaves the room. Alone, Roger frustratedly grips the glass
so hard that it SHATTERS.
=== Act 1 ===
TRAIN
A CONDUCTOR comes to take
BURKE’s ticket.
Conductor: Mister, we’ll
be in Collinsport in ten minutes. Mister?
Burke gives no answer and
the conductor moves on.
Vicki is sitting next to
an old woman, MRS. MITCHELL.
Mrs. Mitchell: The winters! That’s what’ll get you down up here
in Maine, they’re cold and damp! You…
Conductor: Excuse me.
We’ll be in Collinsport in about 10 minutes, ma’am.
Vicki: Thank you.
Conductor: Erm, better
have your baggage ready, Miss. Only two of you getting off here; won’t be here
long.
He goes on.
Vicki: Doesn’t sound like
much of a place, does it?
Mrs. Mitchell: This train
hasn’t made a regular stop there in maybe five years, that’s what kind
of a place it is! What are you doing in Collinsport for, anyway?
Vicki: A job.
Mrs. Mitchell: Now, what
kind of a job would bring a girl like you all the way from New York? Let me
tell you something, I’ve been living in this part of the country all my life,
and I’ve only been in Collinsport once! Just once. That was more
than enough for me…
FLASHBACK- MS. HOPEWELL’S
OFFICE'''
MS. HOPEWELL is reading a
letter.
Ms. Hopewell: Elizabeth
Collins-Stoddard, Collinsport, Maine. Oh, I’m sorry, Victoria. That name
doesn’t mean anything to me. When did you get this letter?
Victoria: This morning.
Mrs. Hopewell, I don’t know why she should offer me the position, I’ve never
heard of the woman!
Mrs. Hopewell: Well,
obviously, she’s heard of you.
Victoria: But how?
Mrs. Hopewell: I wouldn’t
know.
Victoria: Are you sure?
Mrs. Hopewell: Oh, now,
Vicki, I already told you…
Victoria: Mrs. Hopewell,
I’ve looked at a map. And Collinsport is only 50 miles from Bangor.
Mrs. Hopewell: I see…
Well, surely you don’t think there’s any connection?
Victoria: I don’t know
what to think. All I know is that I’ve spent most of my life here in the
foundling home. Living, working now. And suddenly I get a letter from a woman
I’ve never seen, living in a place I’ve never heard of. wouldn’t you say that’s
a little bit strange?
Mrs. Hopewell: What I would
say is that you’ve been offered a job as a companion and governess at a very
fair rate of pay. Now the only question you have to answer is whether or not
you want to take the position.
TRAIN
Mrs. Mitchell: You go to
a small town after living in a city like New York, what are you going to do?
What are you going to do?
Vicki: Oh!’
Mrs. Mitchell: I don’t
believe you heard a word I said.
Vicki: I’m sorry, I guess
I was daydreaming.
Mrs. Mitchell: I was
asking you, what are you gonna do for fun in a place like…
Conductor: Collinsport!
Next stop, Collinsport!
Vicki: Oh my goodness!
She gets up to grab her
bag from the overhead rack.
Mrs. Mitchell: Need any
help, dearie?
Vicki: No, thank you.
Well, goodbye.
Mrs. Mitchell: Bye! Oh,
Miss? Good luck!
=== Act 2 ===
PLATFORM
Vicki and Burke are the
only ones present.
Vicki: Excuse me. I wonder
if you’d know if they have any taxis here?
Burke: I wouldn’t know
what they have here. Not anymore.
Vicki: Well, how do they
expect anyone to get into town?
Burke: Broomsticks and
unicorns.
(beat)
Burke: And chauffeured
cars. Can I give you a lift? I can take you to the hotel. You’ll get a taxi
there.
Vicki: That’s very kind
of you, Mister…
Burke: Devlin. Burke
Devlin.
Vicki: I’m Victoria
Winters.
Burke: Welcome to the
beginning and the end of the world, Miss Winters.
Vicki: I’m afraid I’m not
going that far! Only to a house called Collinwood. Do you know it?
Burke: Yes, I do. Very
well. Shall we go?
COLLINSPORT INN LOBBY
Burke and Vicki arrive, a
porter carrying their bags in behind them.
Burke: Hasn’t changed a
bit! Do you still want a taxi?
Vicki: How else will I
get to Collinwood?
Burke: You can take my
advice: get the next bus to Bangor and take the train home to New York. You’ll
be home by morning.
Vicki: Thanks, but I’ll
settle for the taxi.
Burke rings the desk
bell. MR. WELLS enters from the restaurant.
Mr. Wells: Sorry, I was
just getting a cup of coffee.
Burke: My name’s Devlin.
Mr. Wells: What? Why,
Burke, it’s nice to see you…
Burke: Burke Devlin! I
wired for three rooms.
Mr. Wells: Yessir. Oh,
yes, Mr. Devlin, we…we’re expecting ya. Your room’s ready, I think we have a
message for ya…
Burke: And I want a taxi
for this girl.
Mr. Wells: Oh, I’m sorry.
I don’t think that’ll be possible for a while. Harry, why you know Harry…
Burke: I don’t remember
anyone.
Mr. Wells: Harry, er,
Harry Jones, he runs our taxi. He…uh…he’s got a flat. He’;s getting it fixed.
Burke: How long will that
take?
Vicki: Look, I can wait.
I’m sure it won’t take too long.
Mr. Wells: Thank you,
Miss.
Vicki: I’ve come this
far, I’m sure I can wait another few minutes.
Burke: If you want to.
Mr. Wells hands Burke a
LETTER.
Mr. Wells: The coffee
shop’s right in there.I’ll let you know when your taxi’s here.
Vicki: That’s very kind
of you.
Burke crumples up the
letter.
Burke: When was this left
here?:
Mr. Wells: Oh, about an
hour ago.
Burke: The black ones go
upstairs. The red one’s hers.
He leaves.
Vicki: What a strange
man. You know him, don’t you?
Mr. Wells: Yeah. Since he
was…this high.
(puts hand at knee
length)
BLUE WHALE
STRAKE is pacing around.
Burke enters.
Burke: You were supposed
to meet me at the hotel, Strake.
Strake: Well, hello, Mr.
Devlin. Have a seat.
(gestures to the
bartender)
Strake: Bring another
beer for my friend.
Burke: Listen, Strake,
I’m not in…
Strake: Aw, c’mon, Mr.
Devlin, you pay for my work and I do it. Don’t begrudge a man a chance to buy
his employer a drink.
Burke: Then let’s find
out what I’m paying you for.
Strake: Fair enough.
(produces a bundle of
papers)
Strake: You know, I
should charge you double the way these people clam up… Let’s see now, where do
you want me to start?
The bartender brings
drinks and, as he goes, looks twice at Burke as if in recognition.
Strake: Nice fella.
Thinks I’m a real estate salesman, that’sa laugh, isn’t it? Says this joint
really starts jumping in about half an hour when the kids get here.
Burke: Suppose you get
started? I want to know everything you have on the Collins family. Everyone who
lives in that house on the hill and anyone who has anything to do with him?
Strake: Then can I go
back home to New York?
Burke: Start talking.
=== Act 3 ===
COLLINSPORT RESTAURANT
Victoria goes up to MAGGIE at the counter.
Maggie: Rough beef rare
and coffee, right?
Victoria: Right. I’m
starved.
Maggie: You are also a
jerk.
Victoria: Beg your
pardon?
Maggie: Jerk. J-E-R-K.
Vicki: Well, thanks.
Maggie: Don’t mention it.
The name’s Maggie Evans. And right now I’m the last link in a long string of
gossip.
(beat)
Maggie: Sandwich rare
enough for you?
Vicki: It’s fine, but I
still don’t understand…
Maggie: It’s like this. A
chauffer tells a desk clerk who tells a housekeeper who tells me that you’re
going to work up in Collinwood. That makes you a jerk.
Vicki: But why?
Maggie: Listen, honey.
The Collins family’s the biggest thing in this town. They own the biggest
Cannery, the bisc-biggest fishing fleet, and the biggest, darkest, gloomiest
old house. And they’re kooks. Every one of ‘em.
Vicki: I don’t believe
that.
Maggie: Okay. Move in
there. But take a good look in that mirror right now, because in two months
that pretty hair of yours is going to be one glorious shade of gray.
Vicki: You make it sound
like some old English novel with rattling chains, ghosts in the corridors.
Maggie: You think that’s
wrong? I could tell you things about that house that’ll rock you from here, all
the way back to the railroad station.
Vicki: Then I’d rather
not hear them.
Maggie: There’s one born
every minute. Okay, but you’re going to need your strength. Apple pie on the
house and I won’t take no for an answer.
Vicki: Then I’ll say yes.
FLASHBACK- VICKI’S ROOM
AT THE FOUNDLING HOME'''
Vicki is packing her bag
while her roommate SANDY looks on.
Sandy: What’re you trying
to do? Bury yourself?
Vicki: Just the opposite.
Sandy: With your looks
and brains, you can get a dozen jobs right here in New York! Hey, that’s
my slip you’re packing!
Vicki: I’m sorry. It’s
not the job, Sandy. It’s the place.
Sandy: You’ve got a yen
for fishing villages? Then go out to Long Island, have a ball! But a nowhere
place like Collinsport, Maine?
Vicki: I don’t really
want to go. But I have to.
Sandy: Come on, that
doesn’t make any sense at all!
Vicki: But it’s true.
This could be the most important step I’ve…I’ve taken in my whole life!
Sandy: To what?
Vicki: To me. To finding
me. To seeing who I really am.
COLLINSPORT RESTAURANT
Maggie jars Vicki out of
her reverie.
Maggie: Did you say you
were looking for something?
Vicki: Oh…I was thinking.
Maggie: Say, you are
in trouble! Talking to yourself and you haven’t even gone up to the hill yet.
Maybe you belong in that house.
She departs.
Vicki: Maybe I do…
=== Act 4 ===
BLUE WHALE
Strake tips a cigarette
into an ashtray, poring over his papers.
Strake: The big problem
was the old lady. Elizabeth Stoddard. Not much I could dig up on her.
Burke: Does she still run
the business?
Strake: Well, she makes
all the important decisions, if that’s what you mean. The manager of the
fishing fleet comes up to the house to see her about once a week.
Burke: Does she ever go
into town?
Strake: Nope.
Burke: So…that hasn’t
changed.
Strake: Best as I can
figure out, Mr. Devlin, is that Elizabeth Collins-Stoddard hasn’t left that
hill in 18 years.
Burke: Did you find out
why?
Strake: Well, there are a
number of stories going around. None of them really make much sense. It’ll all
be in the report. Personally, I think she needs a keeper.
Burke: Perhaps she’s
getting one.
Strake: Like who? You?
Burke: No. A girl who
doesn’t know what she’s getting into.
COLLINSPORT RESTAURANT
Maggie: The thing I would
do is stay here at the hotel overnight, go on up to the house in the morning, then
make up my mind.
Victoria: Well, I’m not
sure…
Mr. Wells: (returning)
Maggie bending your ear?
Maggie: Just giving her a
little sound advice, that’s all.
Mr. Wells: Don’t listen
to her, Miss Winters. She’ll have you running out of here before you have time
to unpack your bags. Your taxi’s here.
Vicki: Thank you.
Maggie: What are you
going to do?
Vicki: Exactly what I
came up here to do. Thanks for the pie.
Maggie: Consider it part
of your last meal. Good luck.
Vicki: (on her way out)
Tell me the truth…you were just trying to make me nervous, were you?
Maggie: Sure. Sure I was,
honey. It’ll be a ball.
(Victoria leaves,
leaving Maggie troubled)
=== Tag ===
OUTSIDE COLLINWOOD
Victoria’s cab arrives at
the house. She knocks on the door and Elizabeth answers, shrouded in shadow.
Vicki: I’m Victoria
Winters.
Elizabeth: Yes. Please
come in, Miss Winters.
Vicki obliges, entering
the
FOYER
Where she finds herself
dwarfed by the immensity of the great house.