Re-Imagined Edge is based on a summary of Episode #3379 of The Edge of Night, which aired on CBS Television 3.April.1969.
Feeling triumphant, a relieved Lydia smiles. "Thank you," she says and continues dusting and straightening up the room.
"You know, you really don't have to tend to housework," Louise commands. "Trudy will see that one of the chamber maids do that."
"I really don't mine," Lydia replies.
"That is very thoughtful, kind and admirable, but really it isn't necessary when cleaning here at Orchard Hill is strictly Trudy's responsibility. You're a private registered nurse. Full-time for my husband."
"I know that," Lydia continues dusting. "I rather keep it tidy for Mr. Capice for when it wakes up, everything will be just as it was before. Trudy or one of the chamber maids will clean again as they usually do. Who am I, to stop Trudy or John or the chamber maids from their daily duties?"
"Lydia...Besides all of that. How is your family?"
"My family?" Lydia suddenly stiffens. "I don’t recall mentioning a family...”
“I wasn’t eavesdropping, but the other day I overheard you and Calvin discussing your family. I realize then I don’t know anything about them.”
"You overheard Calvin and I?"
"I was outside the door in the hall. You talked about your family in California."
“I have a sister..." Lydia says with a quiver in her voice and, disturbed, nervously drops the duster on the floor.
"A sister. Oh my...that must be very nice. To have a sister. A sibling. I never had any. Though, Mike is like a brother since Mattie married father. What is her name?"
"Rhoda," Lydia says tersely, picking up the duster. "She lives in San Francisco..."
“Oh, San Francisco,” Louise smiles, turning her attention to Phil and remembering a second honeymoon they spent in San Francisco and danced at the Top of Mark Hopkins hotel with fog sweeping below the tower, over rooftops and smoldering city lights on top of Nob Hill. Philip was such a brilliant dancer. Light on his feet and well coordinated. The very best. The way he held her close, cheek to cheek, and swung her around and dipped her gracefully in sync with the band playing their song. "Love me Tender", that joyous night, she would always treasure. “What a beautiful, fantastic place. I have such fond memories of San Francisco...And children? Do you have any children? I mean, you never talk about them at all if you do...” After hearing no response from Lydia, Louise swings around to see that Lydia has quietly slipped out of the room.
A puzzled Louise turns her attention back to Philip who lies there unconscious, motionless. No longer a brilliant dancer. A brilliant anything. Just lying there helpless and as useless as a vegetable. She caresses the top of his white hand, finding it warm. “Oh, Philip. My darling, Philip,” she laments, “I need you so...so much when I am so angry. Frustrated. Oh, Philip, I no longer feel any sympathy at all for other people. In fact, I feel nothing but utter hatred for Mike Karr. Nancy, too. All of them. I truly wish everyone of them to the devil...” As an emotional Louise turns away weeping in her handkerchief, Phil slowly opens his eyes...
“What are you proposing?” Sara-Louise is saying to Calvin who is on his hands and knees at Sara’s feet in the kitchen downstairs.
“That we see a movie together?”
“Which movie do you have in mine?”
“What about Midnight Cowboy? Dustin Hoffman is in it along with some other actor with blond hair.”
“You mean, Jon Voight? He is awfully dreamy on TV..."
"Yeah, on that floor model thing ya'll keep hidden in the den..."
"Yes, that floor model thing, is called television that we watch occassionally."
"In living color?"
"He is pretty, isn't he? Jon Voight. Color or in black and white. Kind of a younger, fresher version of Robert Redford."
"Isn’t that film rated...ahhh... X?”
“Yep, I believe so.”
“Well, I don’t think they’ll let me in to see it. I’m only 17.”
“Then we’ll use a fake picture ID?”
“I supposed you have one on hand?”
“That being said,” Calvin snaps his fingers, then pulls out an ID card from his wallet presenting it to Sara with a goofy grin on his face. “You ask for an ID. And so it is. One picture ID on hand for you, my lady.”
“You have thought of practically everything,” Sara blushes, looking at the card that is Calvin's own ID. She particularly notes his birthday. November 3. Scorpio. The most attractive and mysterious of men. The kind Sara was attracted to. 6'2 height, 155 pounds and lanky; steely blue eyes and blond hair, born in Santa Cruz, California; only five years her junior. She grins looking back at him with bright eager eyes, "I love it," she says.
“ ‘Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold! ‘ “
“Ahhh, you know the mad playwright?”
“Not personally,” Sara giggles. “But the words are familiar.”
“Like your beauty that inspires a downtrodden heart as my own. I confess of no shame I hold in front of thee. So is it a date or not to date this lonely man before thy enchanting blue eyes?”
Lydia walks in that very moment and is startled hearing Calvin asking Sara-Louise for a movie date. Lydia screams, demanding Calvin leave Sara-Louise alone that instant. An angry Calvin climbs to his feet and broods at Lydia’s warning, telling Lydia she has no control over his life. No one does. Calvin Brenner is his own man and will do as he pleases. During their heated exchange, Sara quietly excuses herself from the kitchen and runs upstairs to her bedroom.
Down the hall from Sara-Louise's bedroom where a happy Sara listens to rock and roll and lay cuddling her pillow, Lydia opens the door to the sick room and is horrified to see Phil's eyes wide open. Louise looks up from her handkerchief and notes Lydia's strange look in the doorway, then Louise turns to stare straight into Phil's eyes.