EDGE OF NIGHT Re-IMAGINED by Charles Pearson, 7.April.1969
“That R-Ron...” Barrington stutters; then stops, staring into empty space. He shakes his head, unable to continue.
“Must be elimanated,” Travis finishes gladly. “In other words, killed like a prey on the spot.”
Barrington puts his cigar down in an ashtray on a corner table and stares at smoke billowing from the cigar and, for a moment, there is a tear in his eye. “You know, I have a lodge up in Graham County near the gardener’s shack and it's by the river. Why don’t you accompany me there?”
“For a close encounter?” Travis laughs. “Is that what you’re suggesting, Eric?”
“Why not?” Barrington wipes his eye.
Travis lights a cigarette and sits back in his chair gazing at a photograph of his beautiful daughter Nicole on his desk. Nicole, his precious daughter and most important off-spring, is even more beautiful than the mother, Eleonore. Unlike orderly Eleonore who in the last years of their marriage bore him to discard her affections like an unwanted old shoe, Nicole never bored him and was the most important body he had left in the world, even if she was foolishly in love with his nemesis, Mike Karr. “Indeed,” he says aloud, thinking what could it hurt if Nicole eventually took Mike away from Nancy and married Mike who would become his future son-in-law. Mike would have to take Ben's side for Nicole’s sake. No matter how criminal. Mike couldn't hurt Nicole. “A weekend getaway up in the Graham county to sort things out in all that fresh country air could do wonders. Yes, Eric, I will accompany you to see just where Laurie Karr is going to take her last breath...”
In Raintree an hour drive outside of Monticello in Graham county, Sheriff Wim Willard picks up the phone.
“Graham County police. Sheriff Willard.”
“You gotta help me!”
“What? Who is this?"
“I’ve been kidnapped.”
“You’ve been what?” the Sheriff drops in the chair behind a desk and grabs a pen and pad.
“They’re holding me here against my will...”
“Wait just a minute, Miss...Miss...-“
“My father is important. Mike Karr-”
“Mike who? Who is this?...” Before a puzzled Wim can finish the line goes dead.
After a hard struggle with Laurie, a breathless Mona manages to wrestle the phone away from Laurie, and Mona quickly disconnects it from the wall.
“Don’t you understand Barney will harm you badly if he knew what you’ve done,” Mona warns Laurie.
Overhearing their argument at the door, a slightly intoxicated Barney waits at the threshold.
“I don’ care!” Laurie tells Mona. “ I’ll do anything. Anything to be free of two petty criminals.”
“Can’t you see, I’m afraid for you."
“Then if you’re so afraid let me walk out of that door right now?”
As Mona looks at the door, it opens and Barney walks in.
“What’s going on?” he says.
Fearing for Laurie's safety, “Nothing,” Mona says trying to cover for Laurie . “Nothing at all.”
“ What did she do?”
“I told you,” Mona insists. “Nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing has happened..”
“I called the police,” Laurie admits without fear.
“You did what?” A furious Barney grabs Laurie by the arm.
"You heard me! I said I called the police. A sheriff picked up the phone."
"Sheriff Wim Willard?"Barney wonders out loud.
"He's going to take you and Mona up the river."
“This time, little lady, you’ve gone too far.”
“Not far enough,” Laure spits at Barney who raises his fist to hit the girl in the face but Mona stops him.
“I’d tell you what, Missy,” Barney shoves Laurie down on the bed. “From now on you will not only be bound and gagged, you'll be drugged until you’re delirious.”
“Barney, no,” Mona plops down on the bed and reaches for Laurie, but Laurie shuns any comfort from Mona.
“We’re see how you wiggle your self out of that all doped up,” Barney laughs.
"Please Barney," Mona pleads. "Let's not use any drugs...No drugs."
"We gotta control her!" Barney says.
“Do what you have to do,” a defiant Laurie tells Barney, “but I won’t stop trying to escape until I’m free to testify and see that both you and Mona are sentenced to rot in prison...”
An angry Barney starts at Laurie again and Mona screams...
In Mike’s study, Nancy watches with trepidation as Mike and Ron locates Raintree on the map, which they discover is only 30 miles north of Monticello.
“Mike, we got to tell Bill,” Ron implores.
“Absolutely not,” Nancy forbids.
‘Nancy, let’s think about this."
“Don't you see, Mike, if that compromise is broken, Barrington will not hesitate to kill our daughter at the first sign of police just as he stipulated.”
“Nancy, we can always have Bill dispatched quietly."
“How do you know that Barrington doesn’t already have a crooked cop planted at police headquarters?”
“Mike, Nancy’s right," Ron injects, "Barrington could have an inside man already there.”
“Which would explain how they’ve managed to stay one step ahead of every move the crime commission has made,” Nancy says scrutinizing Ron who looks at Mike to avoids Nancy’s accusing green eyes.
Mike sighs heavily and sits back in his chair staring up at the ceiling dubiously; finally, he looks at Ron, his eyes wide with fright. “Ron, you know what this means?”
“Yes,” Ron nods at Mike; then takes a deep breath as he looks into Nancy Karr's unwavering eyes, “we are acting alone.”
EDGE OF NIGHT, 4.April.1969
“Then you are granting me permission, so to speak, to divulge Laurie Karr's location?”
“I’m not granting you anything, Eric,” Travis reiterates, thinking he needs to call Joe Pollock personally and set a few matters straight, “I am ordering you to make it happen by telling Ron Christopher exactly what he wants to hear.”
Barrington starts to leave with an unlit cigar cocked in the side of his mouth. At the heavy door, he overhears Ben buzzing his secretary, Hilda, and demanding she get Joe Pollock on the phone right away.
After a delay Hilda comes back on the line, “I’m sorry, Mr. Travis, but Mr. Pollock is in a meeting. If you prefer, I could always get Charles to-”
“I don’t need Charles and don’t care if Pollock is in a meeting or down on his knees making confession. Does he know who’s calling?”
“Yes, I mentioned-.”
“Interrupt the meeting!”
Barrington shuts the door quietly. In the reception area, he waits watching like a curious cat and smiling at agitated Hilda trying desperately to get Joe Pollock back on the phone while Charles, Ben’s PR assistant, rushes past Barrington frantically and into Ben’s office.
“What mostly worries me,” Mike is saying to Ron Christopher over lunch, “is what Laurie already knows.”
“Such as?" Ron takes a swing of Scotch over ice.
“She can identify her captors.”
“Then you fear she will be killed?”
“Killed regardless if we cooperate fully or not. My baby girl isn’t coming back home alive if we don’t find her first.”
“Barrington wasn’t very happy being questioned about Laurie...”
“And he told you nothing?”
“A call came in he told me was sensitive and had to take. He asked me to leave. I did, but I don’t think he’s suspicious.”
“Suspicious or not. Ron, you’ve got ask him again where they’re keeping Laurie,” Mike says. “We’re running out of time.”
A shack in the woods
Barney and Mona are going stir crazy after Barrington informed them he doesn't see an immediate closure to the loan shark investigation. Grabbing the handgun to keep both Mona and Laurie away from it, he tucks the gun in the inside pocket of his blazer and tells Mona he’s leaving to go get drunk in a bar in Raintree.
“But you’re always leaving me here alone with her,” Mona complains. “Me...Always behind. I need to get away, too, Barney...from all this. “
“Well, you just gonna have to wait your turn.”
“Look at my hair?”
“What of it?”
“The roots. I look like an awful tramp. I gotta see a hairdresser. Something. Anything. I can’t stand it!”
“Lighting your hair up any ain’t gonna fix your looks, Mona. Far crying out loud, ya ain’t 21 anymore. When ya were ya were no Marilyn Monroe by a long shot.”
“Oh you...You disgust me! That’s right. Get out of here ya dirty bastard with your cruelty. Go on get yourself stinking face drunk for all I care.”
“Oh, to hell with you,” Barney says, waving Mona off as he hurries for the door.
“Maybe you’ll show some wisdom by using that handgun on yourself. Why don’t you? See if I care if I hear ya done shot and killed yourself. Go on! Get loaded til you can’t see straight!”
Barney slams the door.
At Monticello Arms Hotel , Ron sips another Scotch over ice Barrington has prepared. On the wall directly above Barrington’s profie, Ron glances at an intriguing painting of a stormy bay and yacht named “The Sprite.” The conversation in room #505 has become dangerous.
“Are you really sure that Laurie is well hidden?” Ron engages Barrington again.
“Yes, I’m quite sure that she is.”
“That must be one hell of a safe-house.”
“All these inquires, Ron,” Barrington laughs. “I’m beginning to believe you want to know something more? Like something you may need to get off your chest?”
“No no no,” Ron chuckles. “I just want be sure she’s really...well hidden. I mean, if Mike and the commission or the police were to-”
“Mike Karr will not involve the police. If he does, he knows the consequence will be most severe. In fact, it will be a fatal error.”
“Yeah,” Ron feels his left leg shaking and he starts to sweat, remembering the terror in Laurie’s voice the night she called Mike and Nancy. He drains his cocktail and puts the glass down on the table.
“Would you like another?”
“No, I’m okay,” he walks to the window, looks out and turns back to Barrington with fire in his eyes.
“I see you’re not satisfied.”
“I’m concerned about this whole thing blowing up.”
“I can assure you, Laurie Karr is well hidden in a secure gardener’s shack,” Barrington says, sitting down in a recliner to rest and picking up an unlit cigar.
“What?” Ron says, feelings little hairs rise on the back of his neck as he attempts to hide his emotion. He is feeling both shock and elation; and then a coming sense of doom. He quivers, looking at the empty glass he put back on the table.
“A gardener’s shack," Barrington repeats picking up a lighter. "I own the property myself. Right off Interstate 56 near the town of Raintree.” Barrington lights his cigar and silently analyzes Ron’s reaction through a cloud of smoke.
Across town from Monticello Arms in a Civic Center skyscraper, Mike is reciting a brief into a dictaphone in his office when Jeanne rushes in.
“Ron Christopher is on Line 1,” Jeanne informs Mike. “He says it’s urgent.”
After Jeanne leaves, Mike picks up the line. “Ron. Where are you?”
“Hotel lobby in a phone booth,” Ron whispers, looking over his shoulder to make sure he hasn't been followed. “Mike, we got it. Barrington told me everything...”
Mike whispers a silent prayer and smiles.
Back at the shack up in Graham county while Mona is preoccupied with styling her hair in the mirror to hide dark roots in her unsightly hair as best as she can, Laurie pulls eagerly at the telephone cord that Barney carelessly left nearby. At last the phone in her grasp, Laurie picks up the receiver hearing a dial tone . . . Meanwhile, Barrington is talking with Ben Travis on the telephone.
“The trap is set,” Barrington says.
“If Ron falls into it,” replies Travis with a sinister smirk, “we’ll do what every hunter does to his prey.”
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.
Based on a summary of Episode #3379 of The Edge of Night, which aired on CBS Television 3.April.1969
ORCHARD HILL MANOR
HOME OF THE GRIMSLEYS & THE CAPICES
The Living Room
“Okay, I admit it,” Sara-Louise snaps. “I’ve been running away from father’s condition. I don’t want to be here...”
“Surely, you want your father to recover?” cries Louise.
“Of course, I do. I miss father. But you, mother. You’ve changed. For weeks you’ve payed me little to no attention. I thought of even posting an ad in a personal column, sending a telegram or a picture postcard to remind you I exist.”
“Oh, Sara! Darling. I’m sorry I’ve been so preoccupied. So consumed with your father’s condition. Forgive me. Really. I wasn’t aware. Darling, you know I truly love you,” Louise stands up. “What if I promise to be more attentive as I should have been as a proper mother? Philip and I fought so hard to have you as our daughter. I feel that I am your real mother. That I created you for this world with all the love I feel in my heart and the family I wanted and do have with you and Philip.”
“You are my real mother. Oh, I wish to never know the wretched other who bore me...”
Christopher North (1969-70) played Sara-Louise Capice, teenage daughter of Phil and Louise., granddaughter of Winston and Mattie Lane-Grimsley, neice of Mike and Nancy Karr, first cousin of Laurie Ann Karr. Sara is named for Mike Karr's first wife, deceased Sara Lane-Karr, and Winston Grimsley's deceased first wife, Louise's mother, also named Louise.
“Promise me you won’t stay away from us any longer. I worry so much about you. I’ve missed you even more than you would ever know.”
“Oh, I’ve missed you, too, mother. So very much. I needed to talk to you...but you...you were never available.”
“I am available now for whatever is troubling my baby girl,” says Louise stretching out her arms. “I am here forevermore.”
Rushing into her mother’s arms, Sara-Louise embraces Louise and vows, “I promise to spend more time at home. With you and father, grandfather and grandmother, too. I won't run away again. I’ll be here for all of you,” she smirks looking into space and thinking more of brooding Calvin working under her thumb at Orchard Hill. Any consideration of Calvin makes Sara’s heart beat faster.
In a brightly lit stainless steel kitchen as frosty as a sterile condition hospital, Calvin makes Sara-Louise a club sandwich at a long counter underneath a window overlooking a garden. Sara-Louise sits behind a block table, her hands are folded under her chin as she gazes up at Calvin’s every movement. She is enraptured by Calvin’s enduring presence and desires nothing more than Calvin Brenner.
At last, Calvin finishes and Sara applauds as Calvin swaggers over with her sandwich. Putting the dish before Sara who grins, Calvin advises Sara to spend more time like Calvin does with Sara-Louise and to give Louise more support during Philip’s critical illness. “Louise is under much pressure,” he reminds her. “Surely, she would be grateful for a daughter there to hold her hand while she goes through this painful ordeal.”
Sara whitens as she fumes, “You think I’m not concerned about my father?”
“I would never believe that,” Calvin hands her a cloth napkin.
Sara snatches it. “Or that I don’t care about my never-there-society mother?”
“I believe you care very deeply about the both of them,” Calvin notes, now pouring Sara a tall glass of milk and then sitting down in the opposite chair in front of Sara at the table. “You’re a smart girl. No, I mean, you are a smart, beautiful young woman with a genuine heart of gold any parent would be proud to have as a daughter.”
“You really think I’m attractive?” Sara blushes. “That I’m...that I’m beautiful?’
“You’re a breath of fresh air in a room full of dull senseless men.”
“You describe yourself. Only you're not dull..." Then batting her blonde eyelatches, Sara feels a warm tingle and whispers calmly. "Or senseless...”
“When I pursue the thing I want,” An abrupt smile crosses Calvin’s thin tight lips. “I’m more than a guy out for just kicks. I will have the object of my desire.”
“What if that object doesn’t reciprocate?”
“Then I’ll re-invent the wheel until it does.”
Sara-Louise considers that and nibbles her sandwich, staring deeply into Calvin’s hypnotic blue eyes.
EDGE OF NIGHT, 2.April.1969
Law Offices of Karr & Drake
Adam Drake is on the phone with Vic discussing bringing Vic into the firm when Adam catches a glimpse of Mike rushing pass his office. Adam exclaims he’ll have to call Vic back and hangs up. He runs after Mike, but by the time Adam reaches the hallway the elevator door closes.
Worried over Mike's moody behavior, Adam caresses his chin and saunters back into the reception area.
Jean stops typing. “You missed him again?” She says, observing Adam.
“Did Mike mention anything about our hiring Vic Lamont?”
“No,” Jean replies. “Then he’s not been his usual self lately.”
“He has been rather moody, hasn’t he?”
“That's an understatement.”
“What time is Mike expected back?”
“Late this afternoon. He’s running late for a consultation with Louise Capice and ...afterwards...he has an appointment with Bill Marceau at police headquarters. He may or may not return to the office.”
Adam gazes out the window at Monticello river in the distance. For a moment he thinks about a vacate barn he'd seen up in Graham county behind a river the same olive color. He considers how nice it would be to buy and renovate that old barn some day and live up in Graham county. The commute to the city wouldn't be so bad. “So, I’m not the only one who’s noticed Mike’s moodiness,” Adam finally says, sitting on the corner of Jean’s desk.
“It would be hard not to miss. Mike is madly concerned about every phone call, especially about Laurie Ann...”
“I’m sure what’s really eating Mike is this stagnating loan shark investigation.”
“No, Mike is under a more personal pressure,” Jean counters. “Something at home. Between Mike, Nancy and Laurie Ann.”
In the living room Mike is explaining to Louise that they should find an interim president for Phil's real estate firm while Phil remains comatose.
Angered by Mike’s suggestion-legal or otherwise- Louise snaps, “Obviously, you believe Phil won't recover...”
“No, Louise,” Mike attempts to assure her. “My concern is that the company is going to suffer. Drastically. Without Phil or someone at the helm. Someone needs to be in control-”
“You won’t stop, will you?”
“Won’t stop?” Perplexed Mike stares at Louise and shakes his head. “I don’t understand?”
“The same way you destroyed Phil’s life. Now you intend to destroy his business. With a friend like you, Mike Karr, who needs an enemy.”
“Louise, don’t be silly. You have it completely wrong. I have the best intentions for Phil’s company-”
“Furthermore, you had the audacity to go over my head.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You investigated Lydia as if...as if she’s a criminal. You just won’t quit...until you’ve destroyed all of our lives.”
“I researched Lydia’s credentials at Winston’s request. Don’t pretend you weren’t aware of that.”
“I won’t hear it.”
“Winston insisted on knowing if Lydia was a certified registered nurse-”
“No, Mike. You voluntarily investigated Lydia to sabotage Phil’s recovery. That’s the real truth. Whether you admit or not. You won’t fool me. Not for one moment.”
“I give up,” Mike says closing his brief case and standing up as Louise refuses to listen to reason and rages on. “I am leaving,” a frustrated Mike says and starts out of the living room with Louise in tow.
Mike opens the door, turns and looks at Louise. “After you’ve calmed down and had some time to think, we can discuss this further. Now is not a good time for that when you simply won’t listen to anything sensibly. We’ll wait...Okay...So ahh...I’ll say goodbye.”
An undaunted Louise is still unhappy, remembering the degradation she suffered when Nancy screamed at her and ordered Louise out of the Karr house. Now more than ever she is determined to have the last word. “This goodbye should be your very last,” she announces sternly.
“As you wish,” Mike nods and walks out.
With all her strength, Louise slams the door.
Still fuming over both Mike and Nancy, Louise smokes a cigarette to calm her nerves. She misses her husband and thumbs aimlessly through a magazine glancing at pictures and articles she could care less about. When Sarah-Louise comes gaily into the living room, Louise puts the magazine down and gets up to greet her daughter Louise is happy to see. Then laments her concerns over Sarah-Louise’s perpetual absences that gravely disturbs Louise.
At first Sarah explains she’s been at a friend’s house, but then decides to tell Louise the truth.
“Mother, if you must know, I’ve been with Calvin,” she confesses.
“Calvin Brenner? Our Calvin? What do you mean? You’ve been with Calvin?”
“We ran into each other at the soda shop downtown on Powell Street. Oh, mother. He’s simply groovy. Devine. He's so very good to me.”
“I don’t think I like where this is going. Not in the least.”
“Mother, I’m not a child anymore. I'll be going away to college soon...but...Calvin. Oh, mother, I do...I do find him...so terribly attractive.”
Shaken by Sarah-Louise's shocking announcement Louise doesn't want to think about, Louise sits back down, wishing Phil would only wake up. She wasn't sure anymore if she could be a good enough parent alone to Sarah-Louise who had become a young woman. Meanwhile at Karr & Drake, Mike returns to the office in high spirits and Jean is happy about that and goes about her daily work. When Adam finally catches up to Mike, Adam mentions Vic’s job query and Mike enthusiastically tells Adam to hire Vic immediately.