988 - April 7, 1970

[bunniefuu]

VOICEOVER:In a strange room

in the east wing of Collinwood,

Barnabas Collins discovered the existence

of another level of time.

The people he saw in the room

were all people he knew,

and yet they were leading completely different lives.

Through some mystifying warp in time,

Barnabas became part of this other existence,

only to discover that he had placed himself in great danger,

for a man named William Loomis

discovered Barnabas' darkest secret.

And now, Barnabas Collins lies trapped in a chained coffin,

and he has no way of knowing what strange and terrifying

things are happening in this world of parallel time.

Are you here, Angelique, or are you someplace else?

I've got to know.

I have to know.

[dramatic music]

[banging]

QUENTIN: Bruno!

[eerie music]

I didn't even think

that you were capable of something like this.

Well, I couldn't think

of a better way of proving the truth.

Quentin, this is monstrous.

Get away from that vault, Bruno.

I'm going through with this.

I'm convinced that grave is empty.

He's insane.

Now, get out of here

before I report you to the police.

[laughing] I don't think you're gonna do that.

It just might reopen a lot of the past,

if you know what I mean.

What is he talking about?

He's trying to thr*aten me.

It's something he's quite good at.

I don't understand.

Bruno, I want you off this estate,

and our of Collinsport.

Now I know you won't leave voluntarily.

So I'm willing to make a deal with you.

I'll give you $,, in cash, Bruno,

for the deed to the cottage.

I don't want your money.

But since you're in the mood to make a deal,

let me open the vault.

If I'm wrong and her body is there,

I'll give you the deed to the cottage,

go away, and never come back.

No!

I will not have my sister's grave defiled.

You wanna get rid of me?

Well, I'm giving you your chance.

I'll find a way to get rid of you.

It may take time, but I'll find it.

Then the answer is no?

The answer is no.

Now, get out.

And Bruno!

I'm going to have the entrance of this mausoleum sealed,

and if I find that it's been tampered with in any way,

I will go to the police.

I'm sorry you've been subjected to this.

It wasn't your fault.

That man's a parasite.

I don't want to stay here now,

after what's happened.

I'd prefer to come back some other time.

Yes, I understand.

Come, I'll take you back to Collinwood.

Just a couple of more minutes

and I would have had the grave open!

Do you really believe that Angelique's body

wouldn't have been there?

I'm certain of it.

Well, that's why I'm a scientist, Bruno,

and that you are not.

I only believe things which I am certain that I can see.

But, Bruno, sometimes I wish I had your daring.

You are an endless source of wonder to me.

Look, that woman at Collinwood is Angelique.

I'm certain of it.

In fact, I'd stake everything I own on it.

You don't own very much, do you?

The risk would be minimal.

You think I'm crazy, huh?

Bruno, the notion of bringing the dead

back to life is a very fascinating one.

But, of course, the majority of people

do not believe it, because this notion has no precedents.

No, I think that you believe this woman is Angelique

because psychologically,

you want to believe it.

Of course, I was not involved with her

in quite the same way-

Cyrus, will you just put your notes away?

Look, I want you to help me.

You're a scientist.

There must be some way that we can prove-

Bruno, I told you I had a lot of work to do

when you came in.

How long are you gonna just stay cooped up

in your own little tiny world?

Your world is the one that is small and narrow, Bruno.

Because there's no one in it, really, except you.

However, my world is open to expansion,

and expand it shall, very soon now.

Oh, man, I'm not gonna get any help from you,

I can see that.

And I'm gonna go mad if I don't,

if I don't find out about Angelique tonight.

Alas, things have been trying for you

since I arrived.

I'm sorry.

I've told you before,

I don't want you blaming yourself.

Has there been any news at all from your wife?

None.

Oh, if you feel there's anything I can do to help.

You're very kind.

It's just something I have to work out for myself.

Yes, of course.

Well, good night, Quentin.

Good night.

I'll be here if you need me.

Mr. Gladstone!

Good evening, Miss Stuart.

How did you get in?

Well, the door was open.

What?

No, I'm sure I locked it.

Oh, Cyrus will be very upset with me.

Excuse me, please.

I take it he isn't here.

Is there any way I could reach him?

No.

He said he had business to do

and he wouldn't be home until late.

He asked me to close the lab for him.

I see.

Miss Stuart, why would the doctor be upset

to have learned that you left the door open upstairs?

His work is very dear to him.

He considers this his private sanctuary.

He is very dedicated to this experiment.

Yes.

I gathered as much from my conversation with him.

Well, I guess that about finishes it.

But-

I'm sorry, I have to close up now.

When you see him tomorrow, would you ask him to call me?

I'll be at my hotel.

Of course.

Good night, Mr. Gladstone.

After you.

[sighing]

How can you dare to come here again?

And I don't intend to leave,

not until you tell me why you're torturing me this way.

I don't believe I have ever met anyone quite like you.

Those were the first words you spoke to me two years ago.

Now, listen to me.

No!

You listen to me.

Now, if you have any regard at all for a man's sanity.

I'm beginning to have my doubts about yours.

Why are you doing this to me?

Pretending that you're not really who you are.

Is it because you no longer care for me?

Are you trying to spare my feelings?

Because if it's so, it isn't possible, you know!

If you're never to be a part of my life again,

then life itself is gonna become pointless to me.

If that's got to be it, then you've got to tell me why.

That's all I want from you now.

You know, [laughing]

I think I'm beginning to feel a little sorry for you.

Look, I don't want you or anyone else

feeling sorry for me.

You really give me no choice.

Anger, frustration,

becoming outraged means nothing to you.

And anyone who would mold his life around the belief

that a loved one can return from the grave

only deserves to be pitied.

But do you know why I believe that?

Because you made me believe it.

We are never made to do anything.

You were something unique in my experience.

You gave me my reason for being.

Now, if you're gonna tell me that you're gonna

reject me and why, then I'll believe you again.

It's got to be that way,

because I love you

more than I've ever loved you.

I will tell you one thing

and only one thing,

and I will tell it to you for the last time.

I am not Angelique.

I'll never accept that!

Then you must leave here and never try to see me again!

No.

If necessary, I will use force to get you out of here.

Then use it.

All right, I will.

[tense music]

Quentin.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

I realize you've been through enough for one night.

What's wrong?

That man, Bruno, he's back.

He's what?

He's here.

He's here now, in my room.

Well!

It's reassuring, at least,

to hear you refer to it as your room.

I told you that you were forbidden to enter this house.

Quentin, do you know what I think?

I think that it's possible that she fooled us all

at that seance and didn't die at all.

You're stark-raving mad.

BRUNO: Oh, no.

I'm anything but mad and you know that.

You know, if you go on ranting and raving

about people returning from the grave,

people are going to begin wondering about you, Bruno.

Well let them wonder.

I know what I know.

I'm surprised that you don't realize who she really is.

But then, you never really did know her

as well as I did, did you?

I'm warning you.

Now, get out of here before I have you carried out!

Well, the master of Collinwood has spoken.

All right.

I'll retire to my cozy little cottage

and live to fight another day.

You're already living on borrowed time.

You know, that sounds suspiciously like a thr*at.

Interpret it any way you like,

just get out and stay out.

Well...

We'll meet again.

We always do.

Good night, my dear.

With each passing day,

I draw steadily closer, morally and intellectually,

to the inescapable truth that man is not truly one,

but truly two, the one being good

and the other evil.

Now I am prepared to prove that each of these elements

can be housed in separate identities.

In separate identities.

[footsteps]

All right, come out where I can see you.

I must admit, I find this a trifle embarrassing.

Oh, Mr. Gladstone.

I can't say I'm surprised.

My instincts told me you couldn't be trusted.

I would my instincts were as good.

Your young lady told me that you wouldn't be back

until late and I believed her.

That's what she said.

Now how long have you been here?

Long enough to discover that I have contributed

to a most intriguing experiment.

You've contributed nothing.

You were paid for that ingredient you delivered.

You really must forgive me, Dr. Longworth.

I just couldn't contain my curiosity.

Well, has your curiosity been satisfied now?

I regret to say that it hasn't.

Your handwriting leaves something to be desired.

However, I understand a bit more of your theory now.

I, too, share in your interest

in the elevation of the fellow man.

I could be of enormous help to you.

I don't think we have anything in common, Mr. Gladstone.

Now, will you please go?

I have a great deal of work to do today.

I wish you'd think it over for a while.

I'll be around for a few days.

I think that you have embarked on a very lonely

and perhaps dangerous course.

You may find yourself in need of a friend along the way.

Well, I'll keep that in mind.

Good night.

I have brought you some tea.

Thank you.

Well, I hope we're finally rid of that man, Bruno.

Oh, you can be sure we haven't.

Oh, isn't there any way in the world

you can force him off your property?

Not according to my lawyer.

I've been meaning to ask you something, Quentin,

about something he said while he was here.

He mentioned a seance.

Do you recall?

Yes.

I was wondering if it had anything to do

with my sister's death.

Quentin, have I brought up a painful memory?

No, you have a perfect right to inquire

about anything concerning your sister.

But would you rather not discuss it?

If you don't mind.

No, of course, I don't mind.

My theory is ready to be put to the test.

I am aware of the potential power

of the drug I have created

and of the danger I face.

Perhaps I am even risking death,

but I am not afraid.

Oh, Sabrina.

What are you doing here at this hour?

I was about to ask you the same question.

I saw the light on and I came to see if something was wrong.

Oh, no, no, no.

I just came back to do some work tonight.

Oh, you're tired.

Won't you ever think of taking a rest?

Well, yes, perhaps I will.

The experiment is almost to an end.

It will be nice to see more of you.

Well, now, I did warn you about me, didn't I?

I know.

You're very dedicated to your work,

and I'm glad it's almost over.

Maybe then you'll tell me about it.

If it's successful, I will.

Now look, you run along.

I've got a lot more work to do

before I retire for the night.

I don't mind playing second fiddle to your work.

You're such a gentleman.

That's what I love most about you.

Good night.

Good night, Sabrina.

Oh, you don't have to come up with me.

I'll lock the door.

[suspenseful music]

[screaming in pain]

[eerie music]