614 - October 30, 1968

[bunniefuu]

- The great estate of Collinwood has

seen many secrets, secrets which have lead

to horror, to violence, even to death.

And at the old house on the grounds,

another secret is working its spell.

For two men bear the mark of the vampire,

and one, insane with jealousy and suspicion,

is taking his revenge.

- I've got to do it.

Otherwise, he'll k*ll me.

k*ll him first.

I don't have a choice.

Uh.

Uh.

But how?

How am I going to do it?

I've got to find something, anything.

There's nothing here.

My bare hands.

I'll choke him to death.

No.

There's no strength in them.

[eerie music]

- Argh!

- Try to k*ll me?!

Put poison in my medicine?!

You want her all to yourself?!

You're not gonna have her.

No one's gonna have her but me!

No one!

No one!

No one!

- Joe!

Joe Haskell!

[SCREAMING]

[ominous music]

[theme music]

- Joe!

- Stay there. - No!

Stop!

- You don't know what he's like.

No one knows what he's really like.

- Let go of him! Let go!

You must be out of your mind! - I'm not!

I'm not. He's the reason.

- No, whatever happened...

- Gotta do it.

I've gotta do it. - No!

- It's the only way she'll have me!

- No! No!

- You can't stop me!

[screaming]

- No one can stop me! Nothing can!

- Help! - Nothing--

- Someone help!

Oh, please, please, please.

[CRYING]

[ominous music]

- You try to run away.

They'll find you, I'll see to it.

Oh, Mr. Collins.

Mr. Collins.

[eerie music]

Oh, really.

Where is Mrs. Johnson?

We could both do with a cup of tea.

Everything always seems more civilized over a cup of tea.

- Tea isn't going to solve my problem.

- Now, you're not going to start again.

- You started it, Roger. - That is not true.

- You overheard me talking to the contractor on the telephone

about my mausoleum.

- Contractor?

Have you hired him?

- No, I was talking to a man I'm considering.

- Well now, tea or no tea, we are

going to sit down and discuss this rationally.

- Does that mean you're not going to lose your temper?

- I promise you that. - Very well, then.

I'm willing.

- You seem so well today.

- Thank you.

- I know you think, Liz, that I have a very

limited understanding of you.

- I didn't say that, Roger.

- Well, perhaps I have had, but these past few days I

have honestly tried to understand this fear of yours

of being buried alive.

- It isn't fear, Roger.

Fear is usually reserved to the unknown.

I know what's going to happen to me.

- [scoffs]

- Oh, why do you always turn away when we discuss it?

You won't accept it for a reality.

- And you shouldn't accept it either.

- I have no choice.

- All right, Liz, I'm not going to recommend that you

start thinking positively.

- I'd like nothing better.

- But I would like you to consider the consequences.

Are you determined, really determined

to build this mausoleum?

- Yes I am.

So that I can escape.

- With bells and buzzers and doors that open?

- Don't make light of it, Roger.

Oh, I know why you object to the idea so much.

- It isn't because of money, Elizabeth.

- No, of course it's not the money.

It's the talk that embarrasses you.

I'll be labeled by the kinder villagers as an eccentric.

- And by a less kind?

Mad, I suppose.

- And you don't mind that?

- Of course I mind.

- Then stop this mausoleum.

- No.

I mind more suffocating to death in a coffin.

That is my choice.

- Oh, why did this have to happen?

How did you ever get this obsession?

- Well, as long as it can't be explained,

isn't it rather ridiculous to even talk about it?

- But, Liz, does it have to be a new mausoleum?

Surely, surely the one at Eagle Hill

could be equipped with whatever you want.

- No.

- It could be.

When was the last time you inspected it carefully?

- I haven't been there for ages.

- I'm sure it could be done without almost anybody knowing

about it. It's in need of repair anyway.

A bell could be installed.

We could put new doors in it.

It wouldn't be strange to people.

- I don't care how strange it is to people.

Well, I do.

There, I've admitted it.

Oh, Elizabeth, so many, many things

have gone on in this house.

So many strange things that have been attributed

to the Collins'.

For Carolyn's sake, for David's, we

shouldn't encourage this kind of reputation.

I tell you what.

Why don't you and I both go to Eagle Hill?

- Now?

- Yes, why not?

We can look over the mausoleum and very likely

you will agree that it could be changed quite easily.

- Not this afternoon.

- Elizabeth, I am trying to help you.

If you will consider the mausoleum there,

I will take over the job.

I will see that everything gets done.

Please, Elizabeth, we have got to settle this.

- Mr. Collins.

Oh, please, please.

- Thank God, you're alive.

I'll go get help.

- No.

- That Joe Haskell, he's gone crazy!

It's always like that.

People that you never think, like Joe Haskell,

who seem so normal.

No, don't move.

- I'll be all right in a moment. - You should stay still.

- I'll be all right.

- Oh, what a time for Dr. Hoffman not to be here.

I'll run up to Collinwood.

Maybe she's there.

And I'll call the police.

- Mrs. Johnson--

- Don't get up.

- I must.

I'll be all right.

Now, you must go back to Collinwood and forget.

- Forget?

- Please, Mrs. Johnson.

- How can I forget that madman, that maniac?

I won't feel safe until the police have locked him up.

- Mrs. Johnson, as a favor to me, don't call the police.

- A favor?

But did you say a favor to you?

Don't you know what he was trying to do to you?

You didn't see his eyes.

They were like a madman, like an animal.

I'll run to Collinwood and I'll call Sheriff Patterson.

- Mrs. Johnson, I forbid you.

Now, you're not to call the police.

You're not to call anyone.

I don't even want Dr. Hoffman to know about this.

What has happened here is between Joe Haskell

and me and it must stay that way.

Now, do you understand?

[eerie music]

[wind blowing]

- What am I going to do?

Where am I going to go?

Where?

Where?

I've got to get away.

I've got to get away.

[wind blowing]

- Roger, did you hear something?

I did. - Liz.

- Someone sobbing.

- Liz, no one is here.

Even the caretaker is gone.

- It seemed to come from there.

- "In memory of Jonah Collins, who died June , ,

age ."

Your imagination is running away with you again.

- Now it's over there.

- Liz, we came here to look at the mausoleum.

- I know that.

- Not to indulge in any morbid fantasy.

- All the things these people left undone.

Lives unfinished, plans unfulfilled.

- Come, Elizabeth.

- Don't you ever think of these things, Roger?

- It is not dangerous for me to.

It is for you, because you don't have

control over your thoughts.

- Don't you feel other presences here, Roger, don't you?

- No I do not.

Soon I will be one of them.

Only I won't be dead, Roger.

That's why I've got to build my mausoleum.

I've got to!

Otherwise, I'll be lying in the ground like them.

- Liz, we came here to see if the mausoleum could

be changed to suit you. - No.

- Why? - I don't know.

I hate it here.

The dead walk here.

We can't see them but they do, I know it.

- Liz, please forget that.

It is not true.

Please look inside.

- There are spirits here, watching us, envying us,

because they want to live.

They hate us because we're alive.

Don't you feel that, Roger?

- We are going into the mausoleum.

We are going to do what we came to do.

- Ah, ah... - Do you hear?

Do you?

- Oh my God.

It's Joe... It's Joe Haskell.

- Mom, where you been?

- What are you doing at the front of the house?

- I was just looking for something for Carolyn.

Mom, what's the matter?

- I just can't figure out people anymore.

It's as though everyone has lost control of his senses,

even a sane man like Mr. Barnabas.

Oh.

- Who are you calling?

- I'm going to call Sheriff Patterson.

- You've been to the old house? [ominous music]

- Yes, I've been to the old house.

Why?

- Well, uh...

What...

What happened at the old house?

- If I hadn't walked in, someone would be lying there dead right

now.

- You mean you saved Joe?

- Joe?

Joe?

What do you know about this, Harry?

- Nothing.

- How do you know that Joe Haskell is mixed up in this?

- He's staying there. - He is?

How did you know that?

- I don't know.

I just saw him.

- What were you doing at the old house?

- I was just passing by and I saw him,

and he, uh, he said he was staying there for a few days.

- Oh?

Whatever for?

I mean, he has his own place to live.

- Oh, don't ask me, Mom!

Just tell me...

What happened to Joe Haskell?

- No, I'm asking you because you're lying to me.

I can always tell when you're lying

and you're lying right now.

- Mom, now listen.

I knew Joe Haskell was sick and I know

he was staying there, and I--

I and I knew that there were some, some, some chance

that he might not get better.

I mean, he's that sick.

- Well, he's not too sick to try to k*ll Barnabas.

- k*ll Barnabas?

- That's right.

- What are you going to do?

- Well, what do you care if you're so innocent in this?

What does it matter to you what I do?

- Mom, it matters to me.

Now, what are you going to do?

- I am going to call Sheriff Patterson.

[dialing phone]

- No.

No, Mom. No, please.

- You're afraid, Harry.

You're afraid of the police.

You're afraid of their questions.

You know a lot more about this than you are saying.

Mom, I didn't do anything.

Believe me.

- I don't know what to believe.

Everyone tells me the sensible thing to do

is the crazy thing to do.

You, Mr. Barnabas saying he doesn't

want me to call a doctor, to not even to tell Dr. Hoffman.

I just hope I never have to go through a day like this again.

- Joe.

Joe Haskell tried to k*ll Barnabas.

Mom, something weird has happened down there.

- Yes.

It's making you restless, isn't it, Harry?

- No, it's not. - Yes, I know you!

In a minute you want to go out the door.

You're looking to find someone.

There's someone that you have to tell this to!

Who? And tell me, Harry.

Who and why?

- Mrs. Johnson, is Dr. Hoffman here?

- You're bringing him in here? - Of course, he's been hurt.

- You're bringing him after what he's done?

- Mrs. Johnson, what are you talking about?

Here, help me get him on the sofa.

- No, he'll k*ll you, too.

He's gone mad, I tell you!

- Obviously very ill.

- Not if you knew what he was going to do.

- What was he going to do, Mrs. Johnson?

- Joe Haskell, he was trying to k*ll Mr. Barnabas.

- Mrs. Johnson!

- Mrs. Johnson, that's ridiculous.

- I saw it. I saw with my own eyes.

He had a rope around Mr. Barnabas's neck.

- Roger!

- Nobody's going to do anything.

Everyone's going to tell me to be quiet

and they're not going to do anything.

- Mrs. Johnson, tell us exactly what happened.

- I told you already.

I came in and I saw Joe Haskell trying to k*ll Mr. Barnabas

and I tried to stop him.

He finally dropped the rope and he ran out.

And I though Mr. Barnabas was dead.

- He's all right, isn't he?

- He was sitting up.

He didn't want me to stay there.

He didn't want anybody there.

Joe Haskell has gone crazy.

I swear it! - But he's hurt.

How could he have the strength to do what you say he did?

- But you don't believe me?

- I didn't say that.

- It's almost impossible to believe that he could.

- Ask him. Just ask him.

- Mom!

- You keep out of this.

Mr. Roger and Mrs. Stoddard are here,

and they'll do what's right.

- Joe, can you hear me?

I have to ask you this.

Did you try to k*ll Barnabas Collins?

Answer me, Joe!

We have to know!

- I...

I have to k*ll Barnabas.

I have to before he kills me.

- Roger, what are you going to do?

- I want to speak with the police.

[theme music]