728 - April 8, 1969

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[Quentin narrating] - Collinwood, in the year ,

Barnabas Collins has gone back in time,

hoping to unravel the mysteries of the past

in order to save the life of a young boy in the present,

but his progress has been impeded by several obstacles,

including the appearance of old enemies,

who would like to destroy him.

But his severest handicap

is one he has long been familiar with,

but back in this time,

Barnabas Collins must suffer the terrible curse

that was placed on him so long ago.

Once again, he is a creature of the night,

one of the living dead.

[bat squeaking]

- [gasps]

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- Are you aware of what has happened to you?

- Yes.

- Do you remember where you are?

- Yes.

- Do you feel the urge to run away from me?

- No.

I feel I belong with you.

- So you do.

But you would come to me only when I summon you.

You are under my influence.

You cannot resist me.

Do you understand?

- I understand.

- And you will never tell anyone about me?

- I will tell no one.

I will never fail you.

Never.

- Good night, Charity.

- Good night.

[door slams shut]

- Father! - Nora!

- Oh, I'm so glad you're back!

- Why? What's the matter with you?

Here, here, what is all of this?

- We were afraid that you wouldn't get back in time!

- Get back in time?

Nora, what's gone wrong? Tell me.

- Aunt Judith tried to send us away last night,

to some school in Rockport!

You won't let her do it, will you?

- But it wasn't your Aunt Judith's idea

to send you and Jamison away to school.

- Whose was it?

- Well, it was mine.

- Yours? - Yes. I --

Well, I have many reasons that take me to this decision.

You see, Nora, this house represents a world of adults

for you and Jamison.

I thought it would be better for you to be with other children.

- Don't you want us here anymore?

- Oh, now, what an absurd thing to say, Nora.

It isn't a matter of my wanting to send you away.

- It seems that way. - Well, it isn't!

I'm just trying to do what's best for you.

I'm thinking of your future, Nora.

- But we like it at Collinwood!

We both like Rachel so much!

She's the nicest governess we ever had!

- I like Rachel as much as you do,

but please try to understand my reasons.

- I have tried, Father, and I can't!

We're happy at Collinwood

and if you send us away, I think we'll both die!

- Oh, now, Nora, please.

- We will, Father!

We'll die of broken heart, I know we will!

- I'll tell you what, after dinner,

you and Jamison and I will sit down

and I will tell you all about the school.

- We can't do that. - Why not?

- Because Jamison isn't here anymore.

- Not here anymore? What are you talking about?

- He ran away last night. - Ran away?

- Yes. He said that Mr. Trask

was cruel and mean to him,

that he'd rather die than go to that school!

- Good Lord, I had no idea

that either of you would react this way.

I thought you'd welcome the idea.

- Oh, please let us stay at Collinwood,

Father, please?!

- Now, we will talk later, dear.

I must think now

and do something about finding Jamison.

Now, you run along and play.

- Oh, good afternoon, Ms. Trask.

- Good afternoon.

- Can you tell me where your father is?

I must speak with him at once!

- Father left Collinwood this morning.

There was something he had to attend to at the school.

- I see. Well, perhaps I'll call him later.

- Has your son been found yet?

- No. I just found out about it myself.

Actually, I'm not very worried that he really ran away.

Knowing Jamison as I do,

he's probably hiding somewhere on the estate

and he intends to stay there until he gets his way.

- He sounds like a strong-willed child. - He is.

- But also lacking in discipline.

- Yes, I'm afraid he's that, too.

- I'm sure Worthington Hall will do him a world of good.

- Yes, I'm sure of it,

but we must get him there first, mustn't we?

- Yes.

- Ms. Trask, are you all right?

- It's so terribly bright in here.

- Bright? I hadn't noticed that.

- The light hurts my eyes.

- Well, how very odd.

- Yes.

Would you excuse me, Mr. Collins?

I - I should like to be alone. - Yes, of course.

I'll go into my study and phone your father.

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[door slams shut]

- Oh, Edward, you're back.

- I should have thought you would be out,

searching desperately for your favorite nephew,

rather than in here going through my personal papers.

- I'm not worried about Jamison.

I feel quite sure he'll return

when you've abandoned this ridiculous idea

of sending him away to school.

- What were you looking for in my desk?

- Information.

- But now that you're back, dear brother,

you can tell me what I want to know.

I want you to tell me where Jenny is.

- Jenny?

- Oh, that surprises you, doesn't it, huh?

- How did you find out about her?

Who told you? - No one told me.

- Then - then, how do you know she's in this house?

- A lot has happened while you were away,

dear brother.

One night, my dear wife escaped

from wherever you had her locked up.

She found me in the cottage.

Well, you can imagine how surprised I was at seeing her,

but that was nothing compared to how I felt

when she put the knife in my chest.

- Your chest?

- Rather shocking, isn't it, huh?

- I - I don't mean to doubt you,

but you seem to have made a miraculous recovery.

- Ah, "miraculous"! That is the right word.

You know, at one point, I was actually declared dead.

- Dead? - Yes.

But let us spare the grizzly details.

I want you to tell me where Jenny is kept.

- Why?

- Oh, why?

Now, really, Edward,

I don't intend to let her have another go with me.

I'm sure you can understand my apprehension.

- I understand a great many things,

including her desire to k*ll you!

- Are you going to tell me where she is? - I am not!

After you deserted your wife,

I assumed full responsibility for her.

I had her protected and cared for

and I will continue to do so!

- That woman is stark raving mad!

- A condition for which you are solely to blame yourself!

- Edward, you can't let her stay in this house!

She's dangerous!

- I give you my word that I will not allow her

to come near you again.

- Your word is no good. It's already happened once.

- It will not happen again!

- Your pomposity is disgusting.

Oh, Edward, you are so brave and proud

and you do so enjoy your role as the custodian

of all the family secrets.

You have pampered all of us, Edward,

and we know that we've been wasting our lives

because you'll always be there

picking up the bits and pieces,

pasting them back together again,

to perpetuate the myth of family, honor and dignity!

You are everything each of us is not!

You're solid and strong and honest

and your mind is hermetically sealed!

- I think we have come to the end

of this conversation, Quentin! - No!

Not quite!

We have only discussed my wife.

We haven't gotten around to yours.

- And we are not going to.

- You know, I have often wondered since I have been back

why you haven't inquired about Laura.

- The answer is absurdly simple.

I do not care to know about her!

- But Edward, she's your wife.

Now, surely you must be curious as to what became of her

when she followed me out of this house

and halfway around the world.

- I'm not in the least bit curious!

Actually, she no longer exists for me.

- Shall I tell you when and where I last saw her?

Egypt! In the city of Alexandria.

- I do not wish to hear anymore of this, Quentin!

I forbid you to mention her name again in this house!

I that quite clear?

- You forbid me?

I like that, Edward.

It's so like you.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Father.

I didn't know you were busy.

- That's all right, Nora. What do you want?

- Would you mind if I sit at your desk

for a while and draw?

- Of course, dear.

I was just leaving.

- Uncle Quentin,

do you think my mother is ever coming back?

- What made you ask that?

- I don't know.

I've been thinking about her all day long.

Do you think she's ever coming home?

- I don't know.

Excuse me, Nora.

- I see.

Would you ask him to call Edward Collins

the moment he returns?

Thank you.

- Edward!

Supposing you and I strike up a bargain.

- I'm not interested! - I think you will be.

It involves Jamison.

- What are you talking about?

- You tell me where I can find Jenny

and I'll tell you where you can find Jamison.

- You mean, you know where the boy is?

- When he heard about that hideous school

you were planning to send him to,

he naturally turned to me for help.

- And you took it upon yourself to hide him somewhere?

- You took it upon yourself to hide Jenny.

- It's not the same thing! Jamison is my son!

- And Jenny is my wife!

And I have a right to see her and I demand to!

- You demand nothing!

I will give you exactly one hour

to get that boy back into this house!

Otherwise, I will notify the authorities

and have you charged with abduction!

I'll do it, Quentin, and you know it!

- All right, Edward,

you shall have your son

and you need not tell me where Jenny is.

Sooner or later, I'll find her,

and when I do,

I'm going to k*ll her.

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[knocking on door]

- Come in.

Cousin Barnabas?

- Good evening, Nora.

I've been looking for your father.

Do you know where he is?

- He was here late this afternoon.

- You haven't seen him since then?

- No.

I was sitting here, drawing.

- All this time? - Yes.

- What have you been drawing?

- Would you like to see?

- Yes, very much.

- Don't you like it?

- Yes, yes.

But the symbols that you've drawn under the pyramid,

they appear to be Egyptian hieroglyphics.

- Egyptian what?

- An ancient written language.

Did you copy these from a book?

- No.

They just came to me in my head.

- Very strange.

I wonder what they mean.

- Oh, I know what they mean.

Would you like me to tell you?

- Is something wrong, Cousin Barnabas?

- No, no.

It's just that I think you are playing a little joke on me.

- A joke?

- But you couldn't possibly know the meaning of these symbols.

They're thousands of years old,

older than the pyramids themselves.

- But I do know.

- Then what do they mean?

- My mother is coming home.

- What makes you think that the symbols say that?

- I don't know.

I just know that this means "mother"

and this means "house,

that when I finish the drawing,

that thought kept going through my head,

my mother is coming home.

- I see.

You like your mother very much.

You miss her, too, don't you?

- Yes. She's been gone a long time.

- How long?

- About a year now.

But she'll come back. I know she will.

- Oh, Edward. I've been looking for you.

I want to have a talk with you.

- And I with you.

Will you excuse us, Nora?

- Yes, Father.

- I believe I heard you questioning Nora

about her mother.

I thought that it was understood, Barnabas -- - Before you go on, Edward,

let me say that it was Nora who brought up

the subject of her mother.

I had no intentions of discussing it, but --

but then she showed me a curious drawing

that she had made,

a drawing that I found strangely disturbing,

to say the least.

Does it mean anything to you? - Of course not.

It means nothing to the child, either.

- But how could she know the meaning of these symbols

that are thousands of years old?

- It's more of Quentin's nonsense! - Quentin?

- He refuses to stop interfering into the lives of my children,

especially Jamison.

I can't get rid of him,

so I thought to send them away to school.

- As a matter of fact, that's exactly what I wanted

to talk to you about,

the school that you're planning to send them to.

- Well, I'm not so sure I'm going to send them now.

- Oh?

- I just had a long discussion with Jamison.

He is back and in his room.

I promised him that I will wait a day or so

before I consider the matter again.

[fire crackling]

[voices murmuring]

- I think it wise of you to give this more thought

before you make your final decision.

- Understand I'm not doing this because Jamison ran away.

I refuse to be intimidated by anyone,

by, at least, my own son,

but he did seem overly concerned

when I mentioned it to him.

- I understand.

- Well, won't you stay for dinner?

- No, thank you.

I want to see somebody in town.

Good night. - Good night, Barnabas.

- No, no, please!

- Nora! What's the matter?

- The fire!

- The fire? What about the fire?

- I don't know!

There is something inside and I could hear it!

- Why, that's nonsense!

- There is, Father!

I could feel it trying to reach me!

- Now, listen, it's just an ordinary fire in the fireplace.

You have seen it hundreds of times.

- Please, put it out, Father!

- Listen to me. It's only your imagination.

I will take you in there and prove it to you!

- No, I don't want to go back in there!

- You have absolutely nothing to fear.

I will be with you!

- No! Please! No, Father!

- Now, I want you to look into the fire

and you will see that there is nothing there.

Look, Nora! Go on!

- Ahh! - What is it?

- My mother!

In the flames, I see my mother's face!

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