686 - February 9, 1969

[bunniefuu]

[Elizabeth narrating] - There is a storm over the estate of Collinwood,

and as the lightning flashes,

an ambulance leaves the great house.

For this night, an aged silversmith

arrived with important information,

which might give two people a clue

to the dangers that threatened them,

but now, the silversmith is dead

and no one knows how he died.

[clock chiming]

[door opening]

- Well?

- The autopsy shows he died of heart failure.

- The same explanation for Janet Findley's death, too.

Curious so many hearts should stop in this house.

- Barnabas, I watched the autopsy.

Mr. Braithwaite was very old.

He'd had a condition of heart trouble.

- You believe this autopsy, do you?

- I see no reason not to.

There was no sign of any violence.

There were no marks on his body.

Barnabas, you said yourself that you found him

simply sitting in the chair.

The room was not disturbed.

Personally, I think that if - if someone had been with him,

they might have been able to save him.

- Someone was in this room, Julia.

- Barnabas. - I know that.

- How do you?

- Because I know that Ezra Braithwaite

was m*rder*d here tonight.

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[eerie music] ♪♪

- Barnabas, how do you know he was m*rder*d?

- Braithwaite had a ledger when he came into the house.

David told me that.

He was sitting here at this desk.

Now, where is the book?

I searched the room.

Braithwaite was here the entire time.

Do you mean that -

that someone k*lled him to get the book?

- He had information

that someone didn't want us to know.

Braithwaite knew who he had sold that book to -

that - that - that pentagram, so many years ago.

- Barnabas, have you - have you questioned

David about the ledger?

- No, not since - not since we found the body.

He was too upset.

- Who else was in the house?

- I questioned everybody who was here at the time.

- Barnabas, there must be someone that you suspect.

- Julia, the figure of the woman that we saw,

the one who - who led us over to Chris's house

and who took Chris to the woods

where the pentagram was buried,

that figure was directly responsible for Ezra Braithwaite

being in this house.

- Barnabas, she wouldn't have k*lled him

after doing all that.

That doesn't make any sense.

- No, wait.

Think of the man that Mrs. Johnson saw,

the man who was dressed in old-fashioned clothes.

- Mrs. Johnson is a repressed hysteric.

- But Maggie Evans saw him, too.

Now, suppose this man and the woman we saw

are in conflict.

She wants us to know her secret, he doesn't.

- Then - then we're all in danger, aren't we?

There is nothing we can do about it.

- There is one thing.

The spirits have a helper, an unwilling one, perhaps,

but they do have a helper.

We must make him help us, too.

[thinking] - Quentin won't know I stole it from his room.

He simply threw it on his desk.

He won't look for it again.

I have to find out why he did what he did.

"Accounts.

Braithwaite and Company.

January to June ."

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Beth!

Quentin sent you, didn't he?

Don't tell him I have the book!

Please, don't tell him!

I just had to find out why.

He's terrible, Beth!

He says he won't hurt anyone and then - and then,

oh, I hate him, Beth!

Don't come near me!

I won't give you this book! I can't!

Don't tell him I have it, Beth, please!

You can just tell him that I don't have it.

Can't you?

You won't tell him?

He didn't send you?

You want me to open the book?

You want me to know!

"One silver pentagram, engraved with the quotation,

'To guard you from the wrath of Cereberus,

purchased by Ms. Beth Chavez.

Charged to the account of Quentin Collins"!

Why is this so important, Beth?

Why would Quentin k*ll for it?

[Quentin's theme] ♪♪

He's coming!

You're in this room, aren't you, Quentin?

I can tell you're in here.

All right, Quentin.

I stole the book

because you promised that you wouldn't hurt him.

I'm sorry, Quentin.

I won't do anything like that again.

I'll do anything you say, Quentin.

[knocking on door]

Quentin!

Quentin!

[knocking on door]

[Barnabas] - David?

You didn't answer, David, why not?

- I - I was scared.

I know it's been an upsetting evening for you

and I don't want to make it worse,

but there's something I must know.

You told me that Mr. Braithwaite had the ledger

when he came to the house.

- Did I?

- Now, surely you remember saying that.

- I guess I did.

- Now, David, this is terribly important.

- Why?

Why is it so important?

What does it matter whether he - he had a ledger or not?

- If he had a ledger, someone took it.

- Then I guess I've made a mistake.

- No, David. I'm sure you didn't.

- All right.

He had something under his arm.

- David, when you took him into the drawing room,

did he put this something on the desk?

Did he, David?

David, did you take the ledger?

- You always accuse me!

- You always put yourself in the position where I have to.

- I didn't want him to die!

- Of course you didn't, David.

- We know that.

- Well, then, why are you accusing me?

I wish I had never opened that door!

I wish I went to Portland to get my father!

Then you wouldn't think that I had anything to do with it!

Well, I didn't! Do you hear me?

I didn't! Now, leave me alone!

- David. David.

David.

- David Collins!

- Father!

He thinks I - he thinks I took the book!

He thinks I - he thinks I had something to do with it!

Father, he hates me. He hates me!

- Barnabas, what does all this mean?

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- Now that you've heard the whole story, Roger --

- Poor Mr. Braithwaite,

a master craftsman in the old tradition.

But surely you and Julia realize the effect

of his finding the body?

- Of course we do.

- If you don't mind,

I would like to be alone with my son.

- As you wish, Roger.

- All this fuss over an old account book.

Really, Barnabas, I think your fascination for the past

has made you lose the sense of proportion.

- Roger, please.

- If you don't mind, we can speak of this later.

- You don't think I took the book, do you, Father?

- Of course not, son.

I'm afraid, David, that Mr. Braithwaite's death

has unnerved Cousin Barnabas for some unexplainable reason.

- I'm glad you're back.

- Are you?

- I've missed you so much. - Yeah.

But not enough to come to the airport to meet me.

- Oh, that.

- And you were very rude to your Aunt Elizabeth about it

and I think you should know how hurt I was.

- Well, I just couldn't come. That's all.

- Yes, I know. She told me.

But I'd like to know your reason.

- Father, so many things have happened

since you've been away.

- Yes, I know. So I've been told.

- Well, I knew that - that you and Aunt Elizabeth

would just sit in the car and -

and talk about Vicki and things and -

and I would just be so bored.

- Bored is hardly a word that should be in your vocabulary

at your age.

David?

Oh, I'm sorry, son.

I - I didn't mean to criticize you.

You know, on the plane, I was thinking

how you and I need to be better friends,

and I hope that you would be willing to make the effort.

I know I am.

David, why don't you turn around and look at me?

You're crying, son.

- No, I'm not.

- Now, why won't you admit that?

Why can't I help you?

I tell you what.

Why don't you tell me in your own words

what's really been happening here since I've been away?

I'm sure you know a lot of interesting things

that your Aunt Elizabeth doesn't.

- I don't know anything.

- I see.

Well, if you decide you do,

you know where you can find me.

Good night, David.

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- I haven't felt the same about this room since the séance,

when I heard that woman's voice warning us.

Ever since then, there has been nothing but trouble.

- Julia and I were talking about that tonight.

Elizabeth, tell me,

where do you keep your family records?

- What we're really interested in are photographs albums.

- Well, family receipts and accounts, too.

You keep them still, surely?

- Well, yes.

- Would you mind if we saw them?

- Tonight?

What an odd thing to do.

I suppose you have some reason for it.

Well, could we explain the reason afterwards?

- I'd like to know what's happening in my own house.

Barnabas, you make me think that something is terribly wrong.

Please don't try to protect me.

- I'm sorry, Elizabeth, but sometimes,

we always can't understand the story

until the end of it comes.

- And I must accept that as an answer?

- Of course.

- We wish you would.

- Well, certainly, I trust you both.

And you will explain even if you are proven wrong tonight?

- Surely.

- The storage room is locked. I will go and get the keys.

Do you mind if I look in on David first?

- Of course not. - I won't be long.

- Exactly what are we looking for, Barnabas?

May I know?

- A letter, perhaps,

or a receipt of bill from the jeweler,

even a photograph.

A clue, Julia, a clue.

That's all we want.

- But, Barnabas, whoever stopped Braithwaite will stop us.

- Barnabas, I thought I left you in-charge here.

- Roger, how can I be blamed

for what's happened here tonight?

- Well, you certainly are, for upsetting my son.

- Roger, the child was the last person to see Braithwaite

before he died.

- All the more reason for you to be gentle with him.

- Roger, can I be frank with you?

- I wish you would.

- Well, the child's anger or hysteria,

whatever you want to call it,

happened because he knows more

than he's willing to tell us.

- Are you accusing him of stealing that ledger?

- I'm trying to find out what happened to it.

- Did you ask the governess or - or the little child?

They were in the house, too.

Anyone could have come into the room

when David ran upstairs to get you.

- Really, Barnabas. - I spoke to Maggie, Roger,

and they didn't leave their room.

- Did your questioning, leave them in tears, too?

- Of course not.

- Oh, of course, they are innocent.

They have nothing to hide.

I really think you've been reading too many

bad mystery novels lately, Barnabas.

If there is any mystery at all.

- What do you mean?

- Is this the ledger you're looking for?

- It must be!

- You really should have searched the room

more carefully before you accused my son.

- But, Roger, it was not here before.

- How could it get there?

Did a ghost put it there? Really, Julia.

- Well, whoever did,

must have taken what we wanted to find.

Look!

A page is missing!

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- I suppose David is to blame for the torn out page, too.

- I'm blaming no one yet.

- Yet.

Are you going on with this farce?

To pretend that there's a crime when none is evident?

- Whenever you're ready, Barnabas.

- Well, now, where are you going now?

Another interrogation?

- No, Roger, we're not.

- Then would you mind staying here

and finishing with me?

- I'll start, Barnabas.

- Roger, I really don't have time to stop and talk.

- This is important, Barnabas.

Come with me.

- Where are we going? - To David's room, of course.

The least you could do is apologize.

- Roger, you don't know what's been happening here.

- Indeed I do.

You're responsible for causing general hysteria

among the children,

the condition my poor sister is in,

babbling in the car about voices and ghosts.

- As the result of a séance.

- Well, you shouldn't have allowed that.

You certainly are aware of Elizabeth's condition.

After what she's been through, of course,

she would be susceptible to this kind of nonsense!

- Roger, I can't explain.

- Of course you can't.

But at least you can undo some of the harm you've done

by apologizing to my son!

And if you are unwilling to do that,

you are no longer welcome in this house!

- Look at this.

No one has been here in years.

Are you sure you don't want me to stay down here with you?

- Oh, it isn't necessary.

- I don't know where you're going to start,

all these books and ledgers.

I often wonder why I saved them all.

- I am very glad you did.

- Are you?

Why?

I'm not supposed to ask that question.

All right. But I am still concerned.

Roger doesn't think that anything is wrong.

Roger is very fortunate.

He only believes what he sees.

Will you lock the door when you leave?

- Of course. - Good night.

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- My God!

It is impossible!

.

The same woman who led us to Chris's cottage.

[door slams shut]

Who is in this room?

Who is here?

Answer me.

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