397 - January 2, 1968

[bunniefuu]

[Elizabeth narrating] - A séance has been held in the great house of Collinwood.

A séance which has suspended time

and sent one woman on an uncertain

and frightening journey back to the past,

back to the year .

There, each of the Collins ancestors resembles

a present day member of the Collins family,

but the names and the relationships have changed.

And Victoria Winters finds herself a stranger

in a sea of familiar faces.

And in this house, which she knows so well,

an unexpected and forbidden marriage has been scheduled.

But the bride has been claimed by a ghost.

- [sinister laughing]

Angelique, open your eyes.

Awaken.

- What?

- You are lying in my grave.

- Grave?

- I was at peace in this place until you summoned me.

Now, you want to know what it is to reside

in the land of the dead - No, help me!

- and know no peace.

In a moment, you will understand what you did to me.

You will learn what it is to be one of the living dead.

- No. No!

[eerie music] ♪♪

- Now, now, Mr. Collins.

Of all the weddings I have performed,

and I'm sure the number must be nearly a thousand,

I have never known a bride to be on time.

In this case, we shouldn't be able to start.

The guests are not here.

- There will be no guests, Reverend Bland.

- But surely, your dear father and mother --

- No, no, no. They will not be with us.

- Really?

- How -- - Unusual?

- Well, I wasn't going to say exactly that,

but I would like to have the opportunity

of thanking your father for the altar cloths.

Is he away?

- No.

- Ill perhaps?

- No. He is quite well, I believe.

If you'll excuse me, Reverend, I must see what's wrong.

- My, my, how perplexing.

My good man, you can speak frankly with me.

Is there some reason why this family

is not going to attend the wedding?

- Aye.

- Well, perhaps, there is disapproval

of the proposed union?

- That's for them to tell you.

- Well, perhaps, the bride is late then

because she has had second thoughts.

- No.

Whatever has happened to her, it isn't that.

- Whatever has happened to her?

- You sound as if -- - [Angelique] Ben! Ben!

- Yes.

- My dear man -- - [Angelique] Help me, Ben.

- Where are you?

- Right here beside you, of course.

- Please, Ben. Hurry! - Have you been partaking of spirits?

- [Angelique] Hurry.

- I - I don't know where you are.

- Well, no wonder that Mr. Joshua Collins is not here.

I'm not sure that I should be either.

- [Angelique] Ben!

- My dear man, what is wrong with you?

- [Angelique] Help! Help!

- Where are you going?

What's happening here?

Mr. Collins, I demand an explanation.

- What explanation?

- Well, your man, he rushed out.

- There is no - no explanation

for what goes on here, Reverend.

Even I, I'm beginning to believe that myself.

- Well, it's all highly irregular.

- Yes.

- I'm not convinced that I, under the circumstances,

should conduct the ceremony.

- There will be no wedding here tonight, Reverend.

- The bride agrees?

- My fiancée is not in her room.

- Well, where is she?

- I don't know.

- Barnabas? - Mother. Angelique has gone.

- Mrs. Collins, thank goodness, you've come.

- What happened?

- Well, I left her to fix her veil,

she was very upset.

She's not without reason I'm afraid.

- Jeremiah?

- Barnabas I -- Oh, Barnabas.

There was once a time when I could tell you

everything would be all right and believe it.

But now, I don't know. I - I just don't know.

- [crying]

[gasps]

I thought you were him.

Oh, Ben. Oh, Ben.

♪♪

The ghost. The ghost.

- Mr. Jeremiah's?

- Yes.

- I summoned him,

and now, he won't go back to the grave.

He says he can't.

He - he won't leave me alone.

He carried me here.

- [laughing]

- You like that?

Don't forget, Ben. You're my servant.

He'll turn on you, too. - No.

- Yes, he will.

- You made him go back.

- I can't.

- What do you mean, "you can't?"

- I have no power over him.

- Where is he now?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

- Get out of here.

- Oh, Ben.

I'm going to change.

I'm going to be different.

I won't ever going to make anybody unhappy again.

I swear.

- [sinister laughing]

He's come back.

- Where?

- I can hear him.

- Come on!

- You cannot escape, ever!

[laughing continues]

- It's too terrible.

I wouldn't have believed it,

if I hadn't seen that bandaged figure in the window.

I'll never forget it.

Why has he come back?

Why has all this happened?

You were right not to tell the Reverend Bland

about the ghost.

Do you think you want to go through with the ceremony now?

Perhaps, tomorrow.

- Would tomorrow be any different?

- Oh, I keep hoping so.

It's got to stop.

If Abigail was right and there is a witch among us --

- There must be a witch.

Oh, Mrs. Collins,

don't you see that Barnabas and I must be married tonight

before anything else happens? - Yes, yes.

- I'll make him very happy. You'll see.

I love him so much.

- I believe you.

That's why I'm here.

Now, what will you wear?

- This is all that I had that was suitable.

I did so want to look like a bride.

- You will.

Here.

It's something white and very pretty.

- Oh.

But it's so plain.

- Well, it won't be when you put this on.

- Yours?

- My mother's.

She would have wanted Barnabas's wife to have it.

Take it, my dear.

Oh, don't cry.

- I can't help it.

- Try not to think of what happened today.

- No, I'm not, not at all.

I'm crying from happiness

for the first time in my life.

I will never forget your kindness or you.

- I think it'd only kind to speak to you with

what is in my thoughts at the moment.

- Whatever you say, Reverend, is your decision.

- The absence of your father was most disturbing.

I've always felt that the family closeness of the Collins's

is a most admirable thing.

[wind blowing]

Well, what's this?

- It's just the window, Reverend Bland.

That's all. The window blew open.

- But the window is closed.

Look at--

Oh, Mr. Collins.

[chandelier tinkling]

Something is very wrong in this house, Mr. Collins.

If you would excuse me,

I do not think I can conduct this ceremony.

- There will be a wedding tonight

and you will stay, Reverend!

♪♪

- Do you, Barnabas Collins,

of your own free will and choice,

take this woman, Angelique Bouchard,

to be your lawfully wedded wife?

- I do.

- Do you, Angelique Bouchard,

of your own free will and choice,

take this man, Barnabas Collins,

to be your lawfully wedded husband,

to love him and honor him

in both sickness and health, so long as you both shall live?

- I do.

- The ring.

Then, by the powers invested in me,

I pronounce you man and wife.

What God has joined together, let no man put asunder.

Amen.

Congratulations to both of you.

- Thank you, Reverend.

- You are a very beautiful bride.

My best wishes.

- Love her, Barnabas, and be happy.

- Thank you, Mother.

Well, champagne, Ben. Get some champagne.

- Yes, sir. I know where it is.

- You stay and have a - a drink with us, Reverend

before you go?

- No, no. I mustn't.

My dear wife will be concerned.

She expected me back in time for the lady's prayer group.

I trust that Mr. Collins will be happy with this union.

Well, you will give him my warmest wishes.

- Of course.

And thank you very much, Reverend Bland.

It was a lovely ceremony.

- Yes. It rather turned out rather well.

Mr. Collins, you have my very best wishes.

- Thank you, Reverend.

If you wait a moment, I'll have Ben get your horse.

- No, no, not necessary.

I tied him to the hitching post.

Frankly, I didn't expect this to be this long

and as delightful as it has been.

- Of course.

- Good night, Reverend. - Good night.

- Of course, we should have had flowers.

I love flowers so.

There's so many where I come from.

I always dreamt of being married with flowers.

- I should have thought to send some down.

- Oh, no, no. I should have thought.

You must consider me very disorganized.

I'm not usually. - I know that.

- Still - It couldn't have been more beautiful.

I'm very happy.

- I'm glad you are.

- And you?

- Yes, I'm happy.

- Well, where's Ben with the champagne?

We must have champagne now.

- He's hurrying, I'm sure.

Oh, here he is now. Ben, what kept you so long?

- Your father sir, has moved

most everything to the new house,

but he must forgotten these.

- I should be going back.

- Oh, no. Why don't you stay and have a toast with us.

- Yes, please do, Mother.

- Of course. And then, I must go.

- I know.

Well, then, I'll open the champagne.

You serve the glasses.

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- You have the first toast as best man.

- Best man, sir? Me? - Well, that's what you are.

This isn't champagne!

It's blood.

- Blood?

- [sinister laughing]

- I'll see you'd get home safe, ma'am.

- Oh, that won't be necessary, Ben.

- I know Mr. Barnabas wouldn't want you to walk home alone

on a night like this.

I - I'll get a lamp.

- Barnabas, is she all right?

- She asked me to say good night for her.

- You should you have left her alone?

- She insisted.

- I had to keep asking myself.

Why do we deserve this? - Perhaps, we don't.

- We must or none of this would be happening.

We are guilty of something and we are being punished.

Pride, your father's success.

Does anyone envy us that much?

- Well, we won't know tonight.

- When will we?

How much more with it - do we have to live with this?

- I don't know.

- When I realize what I planned for your wedding day --

I'm sorry. I must go.

- I'm ready, ma'am.

- Will Father be waiting for you?

- I don't think so.

- Thank you for coming.

- Well, I wanted to.

[music box playing] ♪♪

[thinking] - Who's playing that?

It's in this room.

But it can't be.

There's no music box in here.

I would have seen it before.

Are you in this room?

Haven't you done enough?

[thinking] I will not be afraid.

I never noticed that.

It wasn't there this afternoon.

The music is coming from it.

[music box continues] ♪♪

A music box.

But how did it start playing inside the package?

Oh, you frightened me.

- Where did you get that?

- Why, it was there, on the bureau.

It -- it just started playing.

- Give it to me. - Why?

- I need -- I give you no reason.

Give it to me.

- It's hers, isn't it?

It's Josette's.

- No, it's mine.

- But you bought it for her. - Yes.

- Why is it in here?

- I don't know.

But it won't be here long.

- You love her.

You love her still.

Don't you? Don't you?

Tell me.

Oh. Oh.

With every power I have, I call upon Beelzebub

to take you back --

back to the Earth of which you are a part!

Back to await his judgment!

Now, go!

He commands you to go!

- No.

He has no power over me.

- Who has?

Whose power are you in now?

- You will not sleep until I can.

You will have no rest until I lay at my internal rest.

That is your fate as this is mine.

- Tell me.

Whose power are you in?

Tell me!

♪♪

[eerie music] ♪♪