Petals on the Wind Page #4

got his hands all over Carrie.

That's not true. Nothing happened.

- Why are you doing this?

- Why am... talk to him!

- He wasn't doing anything.

- I saw you!

I think your brother

just needs to get laid.

Don't you ever touch my

sister again, do you hear me?!

Stop it!

Stop it!

No! No!

- What...

- Oh, my God. Are you all right?

- Julian!

- Cathy!

Julian!

Did something happen between

you and Carrie? Just tell me.

You accuse me? Well,

you're the twisted one.

You know, I could never figure

out why you couldn't love me.

But it's because of him, isn't it?

What do you mean?

Are you in love with him?

Are you with him?!

You're such a bastard.

I'm the bastard, am I?

Then why are you still here?

Because up until this moment,

I thought that our child

should know his father.

And close.

- And tendu.

And close.

And everybody turning around

to the other side, please.

Nice, long arms.

Nice and tall, please.

Long. Tuck the tailbones.

And finish. Beautiful.

Curtsy at the bar, please.

Thank you so much.

I'll see you next week.

You did a great job, girls.

I'll see you all next week, okay?

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Remember to stretch.

Corrine.

I'm sorry. I thought

you were someone else.

That's been happening

to me since the accident.

That's all right.

I'm sure it's not easy losing

your boyfriend like that.

I heard it was a miracle

you even survived.

I guess I'm just lucky.

At least you have your beautiful son.

Jory.

I bet he'll be a wonderful dancer,

just like his father was.

Nice class today, Ruby.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

See you soon.

All things bright and beautiful

all creatures great and small

all things wise and wonderful

the lord God made them all

each little flower that opens

each little bird that sings

he made their glowing colors

he made their tiny wings

Can I get you a doughnut?

They're homemade.

I haven't got much of a sweet tooth.

Well, I suppose that's because

you're sweet enough as is.

I don't know about that.

Well, your voice certainly is.

But I'm sure all the boys back

in high school told you that.

No. Not really.

Listen, there is a, uh, new play

at the playhouse this weekend,

if you're interested.

We could have dinner afterwards.

You want to go on a date with me?

I'm... I'm so sorry.

I... I should have figured

that you have a boyfriend.

Oh, no, I don't. That's not it.

I'd love to go.

That's great.

Cath? You home?

In here.

Cathy had an evening

class, so I'm watching Jory.

That's awfully nice of you.

Oh, I wanted to.

Oh, he's my sweet boy. Aren't you?

I think he has Carrie's eyes, don't you?

More like Corey's.

Who's Corey?

Carrie's twin.

He died when he was 6.

Christopher, I'm so sorry.

Oh, you... you never mentioned him.

I'm sorry. I should

have told you earlier.

I'm glad you told me.

I don't want us to have secrets anymore.

Between the choir bake sales

and the collection plate,

we have raised almost enough money

to go to the choral

festival this spring.

Down in Macon? Uh,

which hymn would we do?

Well, I enjoy "Praise his name,"

but I was thinking of trying

"Children, go where I send thee. "

Unless you don't like that one.

Oh, no. That's one of my favorites.

It's just...

my stepfather used to sing it

to me whenever I had bad dreams.

It's hard to imagine you

having any bad thoughts.

You know, most girls your age

are only interested

in the latest hairstyle

or movie magazine,

but you're different,

more innocent and pure.

I just like singing. That's all.

I bet you think I'm a pretty big square

talking about choir music.

No. Really, I... I like it.

Carrie, you...

you're like a beautiful, precious doll.

Alex.

I know it's only been a few months,

but I know deep in my

heart that you are good.

I may not be the

richest or best-looking

or most exciting man in the world,

but I would be the proudest

if I had you by my side.

Will you marry me?

We can have the wedding

right here in the backyard

while the wisteria's in bloom.

Oh, actually, I haven't told him yes.

I said I needed time to think.

What... what is there to think about?

Alex is perfect.

He's kind and he's generous

and he obviously thinks

you hung the moon.

What if I'm not good enough for him?

How can you say that, Carrie?

Christopher was right about Julian.

He did touch me.

I'm so sorry I didn't protect you.

It wasn't just him.

I liked it.

I knew it was wrong, but

I wanted it to happen.

I liked the way that he looked at me

and how he made me feel.

How could I be a minister's wife, Cathy?

Maybe I really am the devil's spawn,

just like our grandmother said.

That's not true.

What if it is?

I'm not 6 anymore.

I know that mom and dad

weren't supposed to be together,

that what they did was bad.

Maybe that's why I'm so small...

not from the attic, but

from what our parents did.

We are not the sins of our parents.

The best thing that

you can do is move on

and forget mom, forget the attic.

Just marry Alex and never look back.

Judith tells me that you're overseeing

the entire renovation of

Foxworth Hall yourself.

Well, if you want to do it right,

you have to stay on your

toes and on your contractors.

Too true.

Can I have another one, please?

Hi, mama.

All my letters got returned,

so I wanted to give

this to you in person.

I'm getting married, mama.

It would mean the world to

me if you would be there...

at my wedding.

You must be mistaking

me with someone else.

I don't have a daughter.

Morning, Henny.

- Morning, Miss Cathy.

- How are you?

Miss Carrie got herself up early

and done some baking.

Have you seen Carrie?

I think she's upstairs. Why?

What's wrong?

Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

No. No, no, no.

Oh, Carrie.

I am not just gonna sit here

and watch the people who I

love the most in my life die

and do nothing, say nothing.

There's nothing that you can

say that will bring Carrie back.

Our mother murdered our

brother in the attic,

and now she has murdered our sister

as clearly as if she poured

the poison down her throat.

Look at this.

Carrie went to see her

the day before she died.

She's been writing

her all of these years,

begging her to come to her

birthday party, her wedding.

She wrote her saying that the

kids at school call her a freak

and she thinks she really

is the devil's spawn.

She was begging our mother for some sign

that she wasn't completely unloved.

And Corrine didn't just turn her back,

she spat in her face.

But nothing you can say

is going to change a thing.

She doesn't love us.

I don't care.

I don't want her love.

I want her to hurt the

way that she hurt us.

- Cathy.

- Still protecting her.

I am not protecting her.

I am trying to protect you.

Well, you can't!

If you go through with

this, you are alone.

I want no part of it.

You are a part of this

whether you want to be or not.

Julian was right.

We are all twisted.

And the devil didn't

make us that way, she did.

And now she's gonna pay.

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