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The key showdown is expected on a proposal to place a cap on cost of

increases from federal retail rates.

And that's what's in the world on this 22nd day of October.

It's 532 in the morning on the Dave Hood Show.

A note to you rock and rollers out there. If you're planning on heading up

Pinewood for the big music festival, you'd better pack some warm clothing.

weatherman says you can expect a 50 % chance of rain with temperatures in the

mid -60s.

And now this.

It's time.

Taco time.

Taco time.

Hello?

Oh, hi, Mom.

Yeah, no problem. Thanks for calling to remind me.

All set. I'm just waiting for Nance and Gloria.

They should be here any minute.

Did Dad get back yet?

Be sure to say goodbye to him for me.

Oh, Mom.

I'm old enough to take care of myself. I'm almost 20 years old. You make it

sound like you don't trust me. Not that I don't trust you, but if I've told you

once, I've told you a thousand times, I wouldn't trust that Nancy as far as I

can throw her. And just because you're away, I don't want her talking to Linda,

doing things you know you shouldn't.

Oh, Nancy's okay. You just worry too much. Now, I'm serious, Terry, and you

it. She's just, well, she's just older than you are.

Come on, Mom. Now we're both the same age.

Okay, I'll be sure to excuse myself when she breaks out the heroin.

Here they are, gotta go.

Come on, Mom, don't start any... Gotta go, see you later.

Okay, bye.

happening? Shouldn't expect to hear you sounding quite so chipper this morning.

Just because you can't take a little hard living doesn't mean I can't. Shit.

I brought that quarter. I bought a quarter last night. Good.

Hey,

you can see a hand at that party last night.

Do you know who's here?

Uh -uh. I don't really care either.

How about that guy? I had more fun

with the girls a little bit.

Hey, you guys. Did you hear that Brendan Markle got knocked up?

Oh, really? Who's the one who got him?

Some college doctor laying on his balcony to odd porn in school.

Oh, I'm sure.

No, really, you guys. Because Brendan and I have been watching it for months.

And I'm serious.

Oh, my God.

Girl says to the guy, if you were a gentleman, you wouldn't make me do

like this. And the guy says to the girl, well, if you were a lady, you would

talk with your mouth full.

I don't get it.

They are seeking the whereabouts of two Junction City girls who disappeared from

the Smoke Ridge Campground near Pinewood.

Missing are 18 -year -old Leslie Montag and her 15 -year -old sister Stacy. They

were last seen near dusk last night in the campground parking lot by a group of

friends. The disappearance of the two brings to 23 the number of young girls

mysteriously banished from their home in the last few months.

But development says they haven't.

Hold on there. It's going to be okay. Where am I?

You're safe inside.

Who are you? My name is Marion Penrose.

You're in my house.

Where?

About ten miles from nowhere.

Who are you?

Name's Norman Barnes, local jack -of -all -trades.

Doctor?

Medical service.

Am I all right?

You'll live.

Norman is the one who rescued you from the car.

You're lucky he happened to be passing along, or you might have caught your

death.

Our car.

You stacked it up down the ravine a little ways. You're damn lucky to be

What about my friend?

The brunette? She's doing fine. She just needs some rest.

The little one, she's pretty banged up. Will she be okay, do you think?

Give her a little rest. She'll do fine.

Next time.

I've got to use the phone and call my parents.

But we haven't a phone.

The closest one is down in the village.

How far is that?

Oh, about... Three miles by the road.

About two if you cut through the woods.

But it's been raining for the last few hours. I'd have to say that you're not

going to use that one for a while either.

The road's washed out down to the junction.

But I've got to call them.

Well, I'm sorry, but it's going to be some time before the roads are drivable.

We're a little off the beaten path up here and usually the last to get taken

care of.

I'd say the only way you're going to get out of here any sooner is to hike into

the village through the woods.

How long would that take?

Better part of a day.

The terrain's pretty rugged.

I'd say you and your dark -haired friend would make it, but little one, she

won't be leaving for a while.

That's just great.

Anyway, it would take somebody with quite a bit of stamina just to get

And there's the possibility of catching pneumonia, getting lost.

No, I think you're much better off just staying here and waiting it out.

What were you doing on the old road anyway?

I guess we took the wrong turn or something. We're on our way to a music

festival.

There's not much else I can do now.

Better be going.

Oh, Norman.

Please remember to go down the back way when you go out.

You know how Mother is.

Yeah, okay.

Oh, your mother lives here with you?

Yes. You'll be meeting her later this evening. At dinner.

Take care of yourself, will you?

You'll be feeling pretty sore for a while. Bruises and all, but you'll be

Keep a close eye on your friend. She's pretty banged up.

See you.

Now I must be getting dinner ready I'll be seeing you then 8 o 'clock

sharp and please be on time Mother won't stand to be kept waiting 8 o 'clock

These are the girls whose car ran off the road.

This is Terry Morgan.

And this is Nancy Paulson.

Are you one of the Pittsburgh Paulsons? The Steele family?

No, I don't think so.

No matter.

I am Edith Penrose.

I trust you are both all right?

Oh, we have some bruises, but I think we are more scared than anything else.

Our friend Gloria is sleeping upstairs.

I understood there were to be but two of you.

Marion told me nothing about another girl.

But then there are so many things Marion doesn't tell me.

I'm sorry, Mother.

I merely said that the girls whose car was wrecked were going to be dining with

us. Their friend upstairs didn't seem to be well enough to come down and join

us.

I hope we won't be imposing on you for too long. We appreciate your... Oh,

nonsense. It's no imposition, whatever.

There was a time, oh, there was a time, when we entertained constantly, but

that was in another place, long ago.

Marion, I think we may eat now.

That is, if you are ready.

She can, at times, be very difficult.

Very difficult.

Lord knows I've tried my best with her.

Marion?

Have you lived here long?

Time seems to be of so little importance when one finds that her entire

lifestyle is so far removed from what she once knew.

That reminds me of what my father said.

Ah, the male influence.

Marion is more of an authority on that than I.

Isn't that so, Marion?

When I was a child, I was taught that it was proper to be truthful and

respectful to one's parents.

But take Marion here, for example.

She thinks nothing at all of lying to me, of taking advantage of my crippled

condition to defile the sanctity of our home. Mother, deny it, you slut.

Stay where you are.

I do hope you will enjoy your stay with us in spite of your rather unfortunate

circumstances.

I hope we're not taking up anyone's rooms.

Not at all. You're not in anyone's way.

Years ago, we had house guests virtually all of the time.

Those times were so exhilarating.

We would gather each afternoon on the veranda of the house on Ocean Drive and

watch the boats in full sail.

They were so beautiful as they came into Narragansett.

rounded Fort Adams, and came into Newport Harbor.

We had such interesting guests.

Writers.

Artists.

Was this on the East Coast? I don't recognize any of the places you've

mentioned.

Newport. Newport, Rhode Island.

It was the place where life was ordered.

Refined. Each knew his place.

His position.

Nothing approaches it anymore.

Was your family together there? I mean, did you all live in Newport? Your

husband, Marion?

My husband.

So undisciplined. So unable to see what we had.

He alone was responsible for it all.

Is he still there in Newport?

I have neither knowledge of nor interest in his or any other man's whereabouts.

It is a subject I do not allow to interfere with my thought process.

I find it all so tiresome.

So wasteful.

Marion! What on earth is taking you so long?

These girls were under the impression we were dining this evening.

What are you doing in the kitchen?

Do you have one of your men in there?

Come in here!

my husband my husband sometimes

i ask myself what on earth prompted us to enter such an ill -fitted union

all of those years

of collecting and building and then maintaining a sound position

within the group all of it Gone.

All right.

God, I don't see why that Marion hangs around.

She takes so much shit.

If anyone ever treated me that way, I'd be gone so fast and make your head swim.

Sounds to me like the old lady's gone already.

No kidding. I couldn't make heads or tails out of what she was saying half

time. She sounds like my grandmother did after she went senile. What about that

stuff about men?

God, could you believe that?

I've seen people with aversions before, but Jesus.

Man, I could just see if some guy stumbled in here by accident. She'd

have him drawn and quartered on the spot.

By candlelight, of course.

Oh, but of course, darling.

We mustn't be gauche.

Now, let me see. What is the proper wine for a public execution?

Man, that rich bitch stuff really started to get to me after a while.

Excuse me, dear. Are you related to the Pittsburgh Paulson? The steel Paulson?

Jeepers know, Mrs. Penrose, but I did once hit the sack with a sheep middle

worker.

God, I wish you would have said that.

I don't see why that Marion hangs around.

Maybe she's waiting for the old lady to kick off.

You've got to admit, the old biddy looks like she's leaving quite a bit behind

her. I mean, everything around this joint is like a price of antique.

Not to mention the house. It's got to be worth millions.

Yeah, but who'd want it? You'd have to be as weird as they are to want to live

out in the middle of nowhere.

Oh, well, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it.

I just hope the roads get cleared so we can get the hell out of here.

Yeah, but what about Gloria?

I think she'll be well enough to travel.

And the car?

Oh, I heard Norman telling Marion that all we'd have to do is get a tow truck

pull out of the ditch.

He said it wasn't too bad off.

God, I'm getting cold. I'm going to shut the door.

Ow! Damn it!

Don't tell me. Ginger Rogers.

Get off!

What is it?

Look for yourself.

Ew!

Gross.

God, I wonder where that came from.

You got me.

You know, the more time I spend in this joint, the less I like it. I mean, let's

face it, that mother -daughter combination is like right out of the

Zone. Everything about them just gives me the creeps.

Gotta admit, I felt more comfortable myself.

I may lose my marbles if I have to listen to those two for any length of

Anything over 20 minutes would really be tempting fate.

No kidding.

You know, I had the weirdest feeling tonight.

Like what?

I don't know. It's like deja vu or something.

Like, say when you're sitting somewhere and you can just tell that someone's

looking at you without even seeing them, and you finally turn around and bingo,

you're right.

That happens to me all the time. Well, that's what I'm saying.

And I had that same sort of feeling tonight.

Maybe it's the ghost of old man Penrose coming back to haunt the old lady.

No, I'm not kidding. It was a really creepy feeling.

What's the deal?

Man something really weird's going on around here.

Like what?

Did you hear anything in the last few minutes?

No I didn't. Nothing?

Terry, I was asleep.

Remember when I told you I thought someone was watching us? Yeah.

Well, there was, and it's a man.

How do you know?

I heard him. What'd he say?

He didn't say anything.

Well, then what'd you hear?

Breathing, and not just regular breathing either.

Well, like what?

Well, like he was doing himself.

Oh, God.

Terry, come on. No, really.

Well, where was he?

I don't know. I couldn't make out where it was coming from, but I do know one

thing. What? I think we should get out of here as quick as we can.

I have a hard enough time taking Cinderella and her wicked stepmother,

new twist is really giving me the willies.

What do you think we ought to do?

I think one of us should walk to the junction and phone for help.

How far does Whistler's name say it was?

He said it was about two miles if you cut through the forest.

I've got to admit, I want to get the hell out of here as soon as I can.

Okay, it's settled then. We'll flip a coin inside and loser hoops it out.

You're on.

Don't worry.

Okay.

and let them know what's happened. In fact, you should talk with her and see

she makes you tell them anything.

And another thing, I don't think you should say anything about it.

Let's just look for God.

We

just

figured it would be better if one of us went to the village for help.

It's just that we feel that we must let our parents know where we are.

Don't worry about that.

I can sympathize with you completely.

As you may have surmised from last night, my mother is quite in the habit

having to know exactly where I am at all times also.

Oh, but that should be no concern of yours.

Which one of you is going?

I am.

Do you have enough warm clothing?

Yes, I just need some directions on how to get to the village.

Of course, that's simple.

Do you see those two trees out there?

Yeah. If you pass directly between them and keep going in a perfectly straight

line, you'll go over several knolls and eventually come to the main highway.

When you do, just turn to your right, and the village should be visible about

quarter of a mile down the road.

But, as Norman was saying last night, this terrain can be quite hazardous.

If you're not used to it.

But if you stay on course and keep moving, you'll be all right.

And now, if you'll both excuse me, I must go and see if Mother needs

Oh, Terry.

Would you mind bringing in some firewood? It's right outside the back

Sure.

Terry, I'm sorry, but you really can't be up here.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

It's terribly dangerous. You see, the timbers inside the shed, they're not

stable. I didn't realize.

It's all right. There's no harm done.

Shall we be getting back to the house?

You must be very good friends.

But I still think it was unwise of her to go off like that, alone, in this

section of the wilderness.

These woods can be very confusing.

It's quite possible to lose one's direction and go wandering about for

You don't think that happened to Nancy, do you?

Oh, I didn't mean to suggest, to imply.

I just meant that it might have been more prudent of her to stay here.

Well, it's just that we were worried about our parents.

Ah.

The parental influence.

The unspoken pressure.

It does make the difference, doesn't it?

I really didn't mean pressure, really.

I suppose you must be in a state of utter confusion as to what's going on

here.

I know I would be.

Well, sort of.

As you may have concluded from last night's dinner, my mother is not, shall

say, quite right.

When I was very young, there was an incident.

A horrible incident, as you may have gathered by now.

involving my father and a very young girl.

You must understand, my father was a very undisciplined man.

While Mother thought it proper to keep the family unit together, he was off

exploring some jungle with his friends.

They both came from families of wealth and power, and they were both quite used

to getting their own way.

As you can imagine,

Their marriage faltered badly.

I always thought he did it just to get back at her.

Anyway, from what I've been able to learn, the girl was eight or nine.

One of the Lawrences.

I never did get all the details.

What actually happened, who found them.

I don't think I really wanted to know.

But as I said, I was very young.

And we were ruined.

Completely.

The effect on us, the family, mother, was

devastating.

My father was put into some kind of institution.

He's still there, I think.

We'd never heard.

We were forced to move, to leave everything that we'd grown up with.

And Mother?

Well, she just swept us up and retreated from everything.

Her contempt for him eventually grew into a hatred for all men, a hatred that

has grown to the level that you witnessed last night.

It's become a complete obsession.

The mere mention of a man now, and she goes into a frenzy, imagining things.

She is perpetually accusing me of having men here behind her back.

And as much as I love her, she can at times be very trying.

She says she hears things.

You know, that's funny you should mention that, because I could have sworn

heard a man last night myself. A man?

That's not possible.

I told you about her obsession.

She will not allow men in this house.

I kind of guessed that.

I know this is going to sound crazy, but I could have sworn last night I heard

breathing. A man's breathing.

Oh, Terry, that's just nonsense.

You couldn't have.

Anyway, this is an old house, full of the usual creaks and groans.

Maybe so, but I can't seem to shake a feeling I've had. I learned long ago not

to deal with feelings.

With things that aren't really there.

I expect your accident is affecting you more than you thought.

Marion, all I was trying to say is that I sensed something.

Perhaps.

Regardless, I can assure you that there are no men lurking about this house.

So.

Why do you say we forget all this nonsense?

And have another cup of tea.

Marion, I am ready to come to dinner.

Do you hear me?

I said I am ready to come now.

Coming, Mother.

Coming!

Your functions around here are not that difficult.

There are a few demands.

Punctuality. Punctuality is that.

It's important.

I must be able to count on some sort of reasonable schedule.

Please be seated, my dear.

It seems we're fewer in number.

Your friend, her name?

Nancy. You mean Nancy?

Nancy. Is there some reason why she's not eating with us this evening?

She walked into the junction to call her parents today.

Walked? That's considerably more than just a casual stroll.

Was Nancy aware of the distance?

Of the possible problems?

Oh, I think she'll be back in the morning.

We just thought it would be a good idea to let our families know what happened

to us.

Perhaps. Perhaps.

Terry, do you come from a large family?

Just my mom and dad. I'm an only child.

I guess once they saw me, they figured one kid was all they could stand.

Terry, I'm sure that they'd like lots more like you.

Well, once they find out about the car wreck, they're not going to be too

Being a parent, Terry, is a large responsibility.

There are unhappiness about your rather unfortunate automobile accident.

simply translates into concern.

Concern for your well -being.

That is why you must try to understand the burden of parenthood.

It is something, something so terminal.

Really, Mother, I don't think that Terry's parents would consider it

How on earth can you presume to know how Terry's parents feel?

Is it from your vast store of personal knowledge?

Or is it from the tawdry little relationships you carry on here behind

Really, Mother?

Oh, really, Mother?

My age and my infirmity don't keep me from knowing what goes on in this house.

My dear daughter likes to entertain on her own occasionally.

She thinks her crazy old mother won't know.

Man!

Mother! You think you can explain it all away, don't you?

You'd think those pathetic little ratification sessions.

This cannot go on.

Terry is our guest.

I don't know where you get your ideas of what goes on around this house, but I

will not allow you to... You what?

You will not allow?

Since when did you assume that you had the capacity to allow or disallow

anything? I run this house. I decide what will be allowed and disallowed.

You must think us terribly undisciplined around here, but with all of this

carrying on... Oh, no, really.

No matter.

Now, Terry, if you will take me into the sitting room, perhaps we can persuade

Marion to play something for us.

Are you certain? Of course I'm certain! It's in my window looking in!

Now, Terry, you've been through a lot, and it's just not fair. Mary, I don't

give a crap!

A lot of pretty weird things are going on around here. Breathing strength,

stature, manner. Now, face is in the window. I can't stand it.

You're the only one that seems to have any sense. What is going on?

All right.

All right.

Now, just try and calm yourself.

We'll go into the sitting room and I'll try to explain things to you so that

they make some sense

Here. Now drink that.

It'll help you relax.

This story's so complicated, but I've kept it to myself for so long.

Perhaps it is better that I tell you.

You see,

The man that you saw at your window is my younger brother, Carl.

But I thought you said... I know.

I thought it better for all concerned to let you go on thinking there was just

Mother and me.

You can't imagine what I've been through.

After that horrible incident at Nantucket that I told you about,

all that it meant to us, particularly to... to Mother.

She's never been quite right since then.

The way her hatred for my father blossomed into this

maniacal hatred for all men.

You see, my brother Carl has never been...

Quite right, mentally.

Oh, he's perfectly harmless.

But he's never gone beyond the very fundamental stage.

My mother began to lose her grip on things, shall we say.

Her hatred became so intense that from then on, she wouldn't let a man in the

house.

She completely blocked out of her mind everything to do with them.

So as hard as it may be for you to believe, as far as my mother is

Carl, her own son, never even

existed.

Naturally, I couldn't keep him here in the house with Mother here.

Oh, I take care of him.

But he lives outside.

Outside, with no shelter? How does he survive at such... Oh, he gets along

well.

I told you, he's limited.

I feed him, give him clothing, that sort of thing.

But what if he should hurt someone?

I told you, Carl is perfectly harmless.

He has the mentality of a five -year -old child.

Living out here as isolated as we are has proved to be a blessing in disguise

where Carl is concerned.

Even if he were capable of harm, who is there for him to hurt?

With the exception of you and your friends, and Norman, there hasn't been a

near this house in years.

And by the same token, more important to me.

Just as there is no one for him to hurt, so is there no one to bother or hurt

him.

Carl's appearance and mental condition would make him easy prey for those

who take delight in tormenting the less fortunate.

It must be hard for you. Weren't you and your brother close?

Oh, I suppose so.

Perhaps we still are.

in some unconventional way.

Call it sibling instinct, whatever.

It confuses even me.

But whatever the case may be, we have made a place for ourselves here.

Mother and I, Aunt Carl, are able to get along

well enough.

I guess I was a little hysterical about seeing Carl.

But with everything that's happened, I guess I'm still a little shaken up.

Don't worry about anything.

What you need now is some rest.

Why don't you just go to bed and relax?

Everything will be just fine.

You're probably right.

I think all this excitement has warmed me up.

Good night.

Hi there.

Oh, hi.

How are you feeling?

Fine, just a few bumps.

I must say, you look a lot better.

Hey, I never did get a chance to thank you for pulling us out of the car.

Buy me a drink sometime.

What's it like working for Marion and her mother?

Oh, I don't know.

It's a job, you know.

I do some of the work around here for the people in the mountains.

No difference, really.

I don't mean just the work. You know, don't you think Mrs. Penrose is kind of

strange?

I never talk with her.

The old lady keeps to herself.

Marion tells me what to do around the house, and mostly I can figure out what

do anyway.

Marion has been awfully nice to us.

Having uninvited guests can be a drag for anyone, especially when they don't

have people around a lot. They never have anyone around, at least from what I

can see.

The old lady keeps Marion busy.

She's kind of mean to her. To Marion, I mean.

Some of the things she says to her, wow.

Yeah, I hear the old lady screaming Marion once in a while. It's an old skin

my nose.

I do my job.

Marion pays me. What they do is their business.

I guess.

It just seems like being around a lot, you must hear things that... Hey, how

your friends?

Oh, much better.

Gloria, the little one who scrambled up pretty good.

She was the only one of us that was really hurt at all.

I think she'll be able to get up and go by tomorrow.

Leaving already?

Pretty soon, anyway. Nancy went to the junction to fun her parents.

Left? How'd she get there?

She walked, remember?

You said it was only a couple miles, and that they had a fun and people who

could pull the car out of the ditch.

Well, they do, but walking.

Now, look, these woods aren't the best place to be walking around in.

Dangerous if you don't know what you're doing.

Oh, Nancy's pretty good at outdoor stuff.

Besides, two or three miles?

The distance isn't exactly what I meant.

There have been some unexplained things happening in this general area. It's

just not a good idea.

What kind of thing?

Oh, some young girls.

I don't know how many. Anyway, some have turned up missing.

I heard something about that on the radio.

People around here are pretty concerned about it.

The last disappeared down by the junction.

Nobody knows anything about it. They just, you know, vanish.

Oh, Nancy's pretty smart.

She can handle just about anything.

I hope you're right.

You probably are.

Well, look, I'm finished here.

Want me to bring some wood in the house for you?

Would you like me to bring some wood in for you?

Oh, no, that's okay. We still have some left over from last night.

Where have you been?

I thought you might be sleeping. I didn't want to wake you.

Any word from Nancy?

Not yet. How are you feeling?

A lot better. I can get up and walk a little.

This laying in bed is really a drag.

You won't be any happier to get out of here than I will. I'm a little nervous.

About what? I mean, this place is creepy, but... What's the deal?

Just keep your voice down and listen.

Gloria?

Gloria? Is Gloria down here?

No.

Isn't she in her room?

No, I've looked everywhere for her.

I don't know what to tell you, Terry.

Maybe she went outside for a breath of fresh air.

Why did you have to hurt him? He tried to kill me!

He was only playing with you.

I'm sorry it had to end this way, Terry.

Just when we were getting to be such good friends.

think it's been easy all these years.

Do you?

Do you think it's been easy trying to take care of my brother?

Trying to keep my secret from my mother?

Trying to keep my own feeling locked up inside?

When I told you about Carl, I thought you would understand.

I thought you would be different from all the rest. But oh no, you would

You're just the same as all the others.

All those years of trying to protect my brother.

And that was the only thing that really mattered.

But now, I am the strong and you are the weak.

Now I see you where you really belong.

Subservient, groveling, subhuman as I was all those years.

we're finding out who stands where, aren't we?

You, you putrid scum, fouling the air

with your very presence.

Now we're finding out, aren't we?

Aren't we?

Aren't we?

of your men up there?

No, Mother.