705 - March 6, 1969

[bunniefuu]

[Elizabeth narrating] - The great house of Collinwood stands deserted.

The living has sought refuge elsewhere,

leaving an evil spirit to roam the cold,

empty house alone.

For some, this night would seem an eternity.

Barnabas Collins remains in a deep trance.

He has employed the mysterious powers of the I Ching

and gone through the door to the infinite,

hoping to find and defeat the spirit that haunts Collinwood,

but beyond the door,

he has been transported back in time

to the year ,

a time of intrigue and terror

for all who lived at Collinwood.

[clock chiming]

- Edward?

Edward, is that you?

- Yes, grandmother.

- No, it isn't Edward.

I know your voice, Quentin.

I'm not as far gone as you think.

- Yes.

Yes, you are, grandmother.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, that you are going to die tonight,

but before you do,

you're going to tell me the secret,

aren't you, grandmother?

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The secret, grandmother, tell me the secret!

- Quentin, you're hurting me!

- Tell me what I want to know and I'll stop.

- The secret shall pass from me to Edward,

and no one else!

- It may not even pass on to Edward.

- You k*ll me, Quentin, you will gain nothing!

- I'll gain the satisfaction of having deprived Edward

from knowing the secret.

- That would be very dangerous.

á* Why?

- I'll let you wonder about that.

- Come on, grandmother!

Speak up and tell me what I want to know! - Quentin!

Get out of this room. - Why?

Things were just beginning to get interesting.

Grandmother and I were having a test of willpower,

weren't we, grandmother?

- You do what Judith tells you, Quentin.

Yes, grandmother,

anything for dear sister Judith.

- Are you all right, grandmama?

- Yes. A bit shaken, that's all.

- Did he hurt you?

- No.

Quentin will always be a bully,

but he'll be properly dealt with

when the time comes.

- I hope so.

- You shouldn't have left the room, Judith.

- I know. I'm sorry, grandmama.

- You shouldn't have left me alone like that!

- I just went to my room for a book.

I was only gone a few minutes.

- Long enough for Quentin to do what he did.

You must never underestimate him!

Quentin is a watcher, an opportunist!

And you gave him this opportunity.

- It will never happen again, grandmama, I promise.

- It better not, Judith.

- Grandmama? - Yes.

- I've been thinking,

if Edward doesn't get back in time,

of course, I'm sure he will,

but in the event I'm wrong --

- Yes, yes, go on.

Perhaps you could tell me the secret

and I could pass it on to him.

- How anxious everyone is to know.

- I wouldn't tell anyone else.

You know that, don't you?

- Edward is the eldest

and he is the only one who may know

and let me tell you something, Judith,

you're better off not knowing.

- What do you mean?

- It's all I can tell you, but even that,

you mustn't tell for the others.

Let them keep on feeding their anxiety.

- Quentin!

I shouldn't advice you to break things you can't pay for.

- What are you doing out of granny's room?

Aren't you afraid I'll go back and finish her off.

- I took care this time to lock the door.

Well, of course, you'd probably go outside

and try to scale the wall.

I certainly wouldn't put it past you.

- Did you come down here

just to give me that helpful hint?

I came down here to tell you

that Edward will hear about the incident upstairs.

- What a familiar ring that has!

"Just you wait, Quentin,

I'm going to tell Edward on you."

- I will let Edward deal with you.

- Don't you think that's sort of like

leaving a boy to do a man's job?

- No, I don't think so.

You've always done your best to hide it, Quentin.

- Hide what?

- Your fear of Edward.

- My fear of Edward, stuffy, pompous,

proud, arrogant, insufferable Edward?

My dear, Edward couldn't inspire fear in a mouse.

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- Well, I finally found one brave soul

willing to exercise some authority.

The carriage will be along shortly.

- That's good.

- If I arrive at Collinwood too late

to speak with my grandmother,

I'll file a suit against these people.

- I'm sure that won't happen.

- Well, now, what were we talking about?

- Oh, my schedule with the children.

- Oh, yes, of course!

I'm mostly concerned with their studies.

You may make whatever teaching schedule you like,

whatever you find is best for you and the children.

I think you will find them both bright and eager to learn,

but like all children,

they must be disciplined from time to time,

and that is something that you will leave to me.

Do you understand?

- Yes.

- Are there any questions?

- No, not now, but I'm sure there will be tomorrow

or after I met the children and Mrs. Collins.

- Mrs. Collins?

- Yes.

Is there something wrong?

- It's all right.

You had no way of knowing.

I suppose I should have told you before we left Boston.

- Told me what?

- There is no Mrs. Collins.

- Oh, Mr. Collins, I'm terribly sorry.

- There is nothing for you to be sorry about.

- Then she died?

- Mrs. Collins no longer exists.

Let's put it that way and leave it that way.

- Forgive me, Mr. Collins, but,

well, may I assume then that you explained the circumstances

of your wife's absence to the children?

After all, sooner or later,

they'll mention something and I --

- You will tell them that Mrs. Collins is away.

You know nothing more than that.

They must learn to forget her,

as I have done.

Is that clear?

- Yes.

That's - that's quite clear.

- Now,

yes, the carriage has arrived.

Come along, Ms. Drummond.

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[knocking on door]

- Well, the itinerant cousin, come in, come in.

- Thank you.

- We were afraid the gypsies had abducted you.

- Is Cousin Judith here?

- Why?

- Well, I want to tell her that I looked at the old house

and I think it will be quite suitable.

- I think I should warn you about something, Cousin.

- What is that?

- Your staying at the old house

will require my brother, Edward's approval.

- But your sister told me -- - Sometimes, my dear sister

gets carried away by delusions of authority.

The fact is, she has no authority whatsoever.

- I have enough, Quentin!

Good evening, Barnabas.

- Good evening, Judith.

I was just telling your brother that I think the old house

will be more than adequate for me.

- Good.

I'll tell my grandmother.

- I was wondering, would it be possible

for me to speak to her?

- Oh, I'm afraid not.

She's simply not well enough,

but I'll see that the matter comes to her attention.

- As a matter of fact, I didn't want to see her

about the house. - Oh?

- No, I want to see her to give her something.

- Give her what?

- A family heirloom that once belonged to Naomi Collins. - Oh?

May I see this heirloom?

- Of course.

- Naomi Collins once lived in this house.

How did you happen to come across this, Cousin?

- I didn't come across it.

It traveled to England with the original Barnabas Collins.

It was handed down from generation to generation.

The present head of the family in England

asked me to deliver it personally

to the head of the family here in America.

- Why didn't you tell us this earlier?

- Well, I was too busy defending my good name,

thanks to you.

- I think a visit with grandmama can be arranged,

if you promise to be brief.

- Of course. - Come with me.

- You mean you're going to let him see her? - Yes.

- I thought she was too ill to see anyone?

- Well, who knows, Quentin?

The sight of a gentleman might do her some good.

[carriage approaching]

- Thank you, Ms. Drummond.

As usual, the servants are all hiding.

- I am your servant, Edward.

Your wish is my command.

Oh, well, well, well, what have we here?

No, no, no,

don't tell me who she is, dear brother.

Let me guess.

Your new wife?

No, no, no. Too pretty.

Uh... The new governess?

No. Much too pretty.

Good heavens, Edward, she's not your mistress.

- What are you doing back in this house?

- Well, it's about time you said something.

- What are you doing here?

- I am living here.

How do you like that?

- Why hasn't Edward gotten here yet?

- I don't know, grandmama,

but there's someone else here to see you.

- There's no one else I will tell the secret to,

no one else.

- This man didn't come about the secret.

- He's a distant relative.

- A relative?

- Yes. He traveled a long distance to see you.

He's brought you a present, a family heirloom.

- Oh, someone has brought me a present.

- Do you feel well enough to see him?

- Well, I think for a few minutes.

I'm very tired.

- I know you are, but he won't stay long.

- Well, I must sit up for company.

Help me, Judith.

- Edward, why don't you introduce us?

Apparently, my brother has lost his tongue.

I'm Quentin Collins. I'm Edward's brother.

- I'm Rachel Drummond.

I'm the new governess.

- I'm honored, Ms. Drummond.

Tell me. Are you married?

- Would it make any difference to you if she were?

Ms. Drummond,

I must ask you to excuse my brother and me

for a few moments.

- Yes, of course. - Quentin!

- Don't go away, Ms. Drummond.

- I will make this short.

You are banished from this house.

That banishment still stands.

I don't know how you came back and I don't care.

I will give you exactly hours to pack and get out.

If you are here by midnight tomorrow,

I swear I'll k*ll you, Quentin!

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- That was a very pretty speech, Edward,

but I will not get out and you will not k*ll me.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

- I meant every word I said.

- You always mean everything you say,

but this time, you can't back up your words.

- Why not?

- I came back to this house by invitation.

- Whose invitation?

- Grandmother's.

- You're a liar.

- Why don't you go upstairs and ask her?

- Don't worry. I intend to.

I suppose you've kept yourself busy

trying to find out the secret from her.

- Yes, and you'll be happy to know I haven't succeeded.

- She must have had some reason for inviting you back here.

- I believe it was Jamison who persuaded her to do it.

- Jamison?

- He may be your son, Edward,

but he's always had a fondness for his Uncle Quentin.

- You are to stay away from Jamison!

Stay away from him! Do you understand?!

- And if I don't, what are you going to do?

k*ll me?

I think grandmother would take a very dim view of that.

Shall we go back to Ms. Drummond?

She may be getting lonely.

- I think I'm ready now, Judith.

Bring the gentleman in.

- Come in, Cousin Barnabas.

I must apologize for the darkness,

but the light huts her eyes.

- That's all right. I understand.

- The drapes, Judith. Open the drapes wide up.

- Yes, of course.

Grandmama, there's a carriage downstairs. - A carriage?

- It must be Edward.

- Edward! Oh, I must see him.

Go get him and bring him here at once! - Yes, of course.

- Well, young man,

I hear you brought me a present.

- Yes, Mrs. Collins.

- Well, I'm not used to such thoughtfulness in this house,

not since my husband died some years ago.

Judith says it's a family heirloom.

- Yes, it's an heirloom that once belonged to

the first mistress of Collinwood, Naomi Collins.

- What is your name, young man?

- Barnabas Collins.

- Barnabas.

Come here.

Come here to the light so I can see you.

- What is it, Mrs. Collins?

- Oh, my God!

- Tell me what's wrong.

- You! You are the secret!

- No.

- Passed down from one generation to the other.

You were never to be let out!

We have failed. We have failed.

- Mrs. Collins.

- Don't come near me! Don't come near me.

I - I know what you are!

I must send for Edward.

I must send for Edward and - and warn him!

He must take you away! He must take you away!

- Who's that? - It is Edward, grandmother.

- Edward! Edward!

Quickly! Quickly!

- What is the matter?

My sister told me she was all right only a moment ago.

- I don't know.

- Would you leave us, please?

It's imperative that I be alone with her.

- Yes, of course.

- Please, Edward! Please!

- Grandmother, can you hear me?

- Ed... Edward. - The secret?

- You must tell me what the secret is.

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