508 - June 5, 1968

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NARRATOR: Night over Collinwood, and the great house is still.

But on another part of the estate

a strange drama takes place.

For a professor believes he has discovered a way

of stopping the dream curse

which threatens one member of the Collins family.

But to do it, the professor must have the dream himself,

and battle the witch who has caused it.

When I was a boy I always envied Saint George

because he had found his dragon to battle.

You've found your own dragon now, professor.

Yes, the occult is more interesting

than any medieval cave,

and much more dangerous.

You will have the dream? And you will see the witch?

I shall be greatly disappointed, if I don't.

But why will she come?

You've decided she's a woman, too.

I rather counted on that myself.

But then I'm a romantic.

She will come because I will break all the rules

she has laid down in her dream curse.

I will speak and make my beckoner speak,

I will say the riddle myself,

and I will refuse to open her doors.

You make is sound so simple.

Nothing is simple when two lives are at stake.

But my own life is, yes.

Well, then you must not do it.

Unless I do,

Barnabas Collins will die.

You frighten me.

Shh.

Now, it will begin.

[SLOW KNOCKING ON DOOR]

TIMOTHY: Who is there?

I will not open the door

unless you tell me who is there.

[KNOCKING] I say, you must tell me who is there.

[KNOCKING]

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[KNOCKING]

I will not answer the door until you identify yourself.

Who is at the door?

MAN: You do not know me.

[WOMAN LAUGHING] Who are you?

SAM: A friend.

If I do not know you, how can you be a friend?

We are linked together.

By what?

By Whom?

[WOMAN LAUGHING] Who is laughing?

Show yourself, if you are not afraid.

TIMOTHY: No, I know the way.

SAM: I will lead you.

- No. - I must take you there.

TIMOTHY: No!

You will die if you go by yourself.

TIMOTHY: I will not die here.

SAM: Do not touch that door.

That is why you wanted me to come here, isn't it?

You are not permitted in that room.

Why not?

If you enter, you will not come out alive.

Actually, I think the worst that will happen to me

is that I shall be forced to hear

that rather pitiful riddle.

Or shall I spare myself the pain,

- and recite it for you. - No.

Through sight and sound and faceless terror,

through endless corridors by trial and error,

a head of blazing light does burn,

and one door leads to the point of return.

You will have to lock it for yourself.

Work your wonders.

I am here.

Without fear, without panic.

Can you hear me?

[GLASS CHIMES JINGLING]

Music is charming,

but it does not make me rush to the door.

I shall stay here as long as I like.

I'm quite comfortable here.

Do you hear me?

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Whoever you are, I am waiting for you.

Come out.

I am waiting.

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You have sent for me, Ben Stokes.

But it is the last thing you will ever do.

I am not Ben Stokes.

I should know you.

As I do know you.

You are Angelique Collins, and I am Timothy Stokes.

You are Ben to me.

You had control over Ben, you do not over me.

You will look behind this door.

You will end this curse.

Don't you remember what happens to you, Ben,

when you tell me what to do?

Ben was ignorant. I am not.

I can make you as ignorant as he was.

Only if I believe you can. And I don't.

- You will. - No,

you are out of your century.

I am secure in mine.

Why are you so determined to save Barnabas Collins?

Shall we simply say I loathe injustice.

[LAUGHS]

Oh, it amuses you, madam. Yes, I imagine injustice does.

He is only getting what he deserves.

And you have proven yourself a fool.

Then why am I not opening your doors?

Do you know what he is?

- Do you know everything he has done? - No.

Then, why are you interfering?

Oh, you admit I am, I feel complimented.

At least I can see that you are more interested in me

than in Barnabas Collins.

Yes, that is true.

Are you afraid to look at me?

No, I am not.

Then, look at me.

What do you see?

That you are beautiful.

Yet you look away.

Because I do not trust your eyes.

Give me your hand.

Why?

I do not believe that you are not Ben Stokes.

I could tell by your hand.

I remember his well.

I told his future many times.

You will go to the doors.

You will look behind them.

You cannot escape.

If you refuse,

you will be left here throughout eternity.

A statue amidst all this ruin.

You will go to the door.

You will be forced to tell the dream.

You will have helped me, not stopped me.

Cassandra Collins.

Where is Cassandra Collins now?

I know no Cassandra Collins.

Go to the door!

You are Cassandra Collins.

Your heart is beginning to beat faster.

No, it is not. Because I will not allow it.

You are mute, you cannot speak!

Up to your old tricks, Cassandra.

Have you no new ones, you've grown very lazy.

You will die!

Yes, of course I will die, Cassandra.

In my own bed of natural causes.

You think I could forget your face.

Did you think I wouldn't remember the first day

you came into my class?

The day I introduced you to Roger Collins.

You have used me quite enough.

Now that I know who you are and what you are.

Cassandra. Cassandra!

CASSANDRA: You have not won, Ben Stokes.

You will not win.

You will never win.

Never.

[LAUGHING]

DR. JULIA: Professor Stokes?

Professor Stokes, are you all right?

Did my pulse change, doctor?

At one point, professor.

- I know which one it was. - Tell me.

At the very beginning,

when the footsteps started, yes.

Were you successful? What happened?

I should like a sherry.

Yes, the curse is stopped.

Oh, thank God.

I feel no compulsion to tell anything about what happened.

The pattern is broken.

And I know the witch.

You were right, doctor.

My former student.

How did you know that I suspected Cassandra?

Because you know much, much more than you admit.

But I will ask no questions.

I've learned enough for one night.

What have you learned?

The extent of my powers.

It's a most gratifying feeling.

And now the sherry you were getting it.

I can't believe that the dream is finished forever.

Nor, can I, frankly.

We must think of it as a w*r, general.

How long does it take to regroup an army,

[KNOCKING] rethink a battle?

A late caller.

- Mr. Collins? - No.

May I?

Of course, but be careful.

Well, there's no need for that yet.

Barnabas?

No, Sam.

I am Timothy Stokes.

Who are you?

Sam Evans.

- May I come in? - Yes, come in.

I have to see you.

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You sent for me, professor.

How could I Mr. Evans, I have never met you.

- But you did. - Sam. Sam.

You did send for me.

Now, Joe don't treat me as if I were an old blind fool.

Ever since my accident,

everyone humors me, and I don't like it.

I know what I'm saying, and I know what I'm doing!

Perhaps you should sit down

and explain it to Dr. Hoffman and myself.

- He was just sitting at home... - I can talk, Joe.

I know you can, Sam.

Joe and I were spending an evening together.

- Though you might say he was babysitting. - Okay Sam.

My daughter is in Bangor overnight,

anyhow he promised to keep an eye on me.

That's an unfortunate expression for me to use.

- I thought it rather adjusted of you. - Did you?

You know, I wish I could see you

because I have a very clear picture of you.

But we were sitting at home, Joe and I,

and I suddenly heard your name.

You mentioned me.

JOE: Oh no sir, he heard it.

Now, I'm perfectly capable of explaining what I hear

in my own head.

Your name simply came to me.

Then he turned to me, and he said,

"Do we know anybody named Stokes?"

And I said, "No."

Although, actually driving over here I remembered

that I had heard about you from Maggie.

- You know my daughter. - Yes, I called on her once.

SAM: Oh, why didn't she tell me?

JOE: She probably didn't think it was important.

Anyhow, Sam said that he had this feeling.

- He had to come here tonight. - Yes, yes.

- Did you expect to find me here? - No.

No, your name wasn't connected to the feeling

about coming here.

I just knew I had to come.

But until you answered the door,

and said your name, I didn't know why I came.

But you do have something to tell me.

No, no, Sam, he hasn't.

Let him answer for himself, Julia.

I have nothing to say to you.

But that's not true.

I know you do.

Now, what kind of game are you playing?

Sam, take it easy.

He has something to say to me, I know it!

DR. JULIA: Sam, why would Professor Stokes

refuse to tell you?

Oh, you want me to think I'm going crazy, too, huh?

No, I don't.

This is rather a curious coincidence, Mr. Evans.

Perhaps a man of your sensibilities

has affinities to psychic coincidence.

When you knocked I had just awaken from a nap.

I had had a dream.

Although I have never seen you before in my life,

you were in that dream.

JOE: That doesn't seem possible, sir.

What was your dream about, professor?

Because you were in the dream, Mr. Evans,

does not give you license to know it.

Why am I here?

Some force, Mr. Evans, some strange force.

If you know what that force is, tell me.

No.

I will not, Mr. Evans.

Now, go home and forget that you ever came here.

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No satisfaction at all.

And there's something going on there I don't understand.

And it doesn't take psychic sensibilities to see that.

But I guess you just think I'm a crazy old man.

No Sam, I don't.

What do you think, huh?

Let's hear it for once.

I don't know what to think.

Why would Professor Stokes have a dream about you

when he'd never even met you?

Maybe he's as crazy as I am.

Oh no, Sam I think something is going on.

Something that nobody understands.

You know Maggie had a dream about a week ago,

a dream that scared her to death.

Oh, well, don't tell Maggie about this.

No need for her to think her old man's gone completely haywire.

You go on home, Joe.

Well, let me come in and see that you're all right.

Did you have to see me in the door before?

No, but I gave Maggie my word that I'd look after you,

- now that's the only way she'd-- - You've done the job.

- I'll give you a good report when she gets back. - Sam.

Well, don't you realize sometimes

a man wants to be alone?

That hasn't changed.

Besides, what can happen to me here?

You've closed the windows, and locked up carefully

as if we were going to the moon.

Sam, they still haven't found the body of that man

that was supposed to have jumped of Widow's Hill.

Now, some people are saying that he's still wandering around.

Some people will say anything.

Now, the sheriff told me he jumped,

and no human could live after that.

Now, stop worrying.

You go on home, you've got to go to work tomorrow.

As for me, I'm a man of leisure now.

I still wish you'd let me see you inside.

If you don't let me alone,

I'm never gonna let you marry Maggie.

Go on home, Joe. Get out of here.

Okay. Good night, Sam.

Good night, Joe.

Thanks.

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[DOOR CLICKS SHUT]

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

Maggie?

Maggie, are you back?

Joe?

Joe, you've come back, Joe?

Speak up.

Where are you?

Where's that draft coming from?

Huh, I thought Joe closed that.

[DOOR CLOSING] I remember.

Who's here?

Who's here?!

Someone's in this room.

Maggie, is that you?

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