711 - March 16, 1969

[bunniefuu]

[Maggie narrating] - This is no ordinary night at Collinwood

for once before in ,

two desperate men and a child,

who is their unwitting pawn sought the devils help.

Now, incredibly, time has reeled backward

and that horrifying night is being lived again.

[fire crackling]

- Go after him, Sandor.

Make sure he is all right and quiet!

- Evan! - What's the matter?

- We've got to get out of here. - What are you talking about?

Don't worry about the boy, Sandor will find him.

- I'm telling you, we've got to get out of here!

You've gone too far. - What?

What are you talking about?! - The fire!

- What's the matter with the fire?

- Look at it Evans, look at it.

[fire crackling]

♪♪

[eerie music] ♪♪

- [laughing]

- You are not the one we expected.

Who are you?

Speak to us!

We summoned you, we can send you back!

- Yes, you summoned me.

But send me back?

Of that I'm not so sure.

Oh, what a lovely night

for the unquiet dead

and the living who seek their help.

And what -- What time is it?

- Midnight.

- Midnight?

Oh, yes, of course.

But which of many midnights?

What year is it?

- This is .

- ?

Oh, a great many years have passed.

- Since when?

Who are you?

- I am obviously the one you sent for.

And who are you?

- I am Evan Hanley. I am a lawyer.

- And you?

- My name is Quentin Collins.

- Are you a lawyer, too? - No.

I am merely a man of larger expectations

than life has hitherto offered me.

- I see. - Well, I don't.

Now, will you please tell us who --

- When I'm ready, Mr. Hanley.

Quentin Collins you say? - Yes.

- And this place?

- It's called Collinwood.

- Yes!

Yes, so it is!

Tell me Quentin Collins,

what has life not yet offered you

that you intend to take for yourself?

- Quite a few things.

But an enemy stands in my way.

- Oh?

What is his name?

- Barnabas -- - Collins?

- How did you know?

- Oh, it's often those who are closest to us

who become our bitterest enemies, isn't it?

- Madam, if you will permit me to interrupt you --

- No, Mr. Hanley I will not permit it!

Quentin Collins, I am very grateful to you

for having helped to bring me here

and I want you to know that from now on

you and I have the same enemy.

- Thank you. - Don't thank her yet!

Not until we know a little more about who she is

and what she is up to.

- Did you say something?

- I think a few questions are in order here.

- My dear lawyer, I don't think so.

- Well, I do! We know nothing about you.

- There is nothing you need to know

except that I have some very mysterious powers

for which I will be glad to demonstrate for you.

- I am not interested in that.

- Perhaps someday you will be.

- I also have a very convenient control over people.

Perhaps you would like to see that.

- No! I would not like --

- Yes, what is it you were saying, lawyer?

You have to come a little closer,

it's difficult to understand you.

Come closer.

- What have you done to him?

- Nothing more than what I do to my friends

when they annoy me.

With my enemies, I can be even more ruthless.

Do you believe me, Quentin?

- I believe you.

Oh, yes, I believe you.

And might I suggest that you release him?

- Whatever you say.

After all, we are all on the same side, aren't we?

My side.

- Are you all right?

- Yes, it's very pleasant here. It will do nicely.

- For what?

- For a place for me to stay.

- But you can't stay here.

- Oh, why not?

- What if someone should see you?

- No one will, unless I want them to.

- Are you sure of that?

- Yes, very sure.

And, what if they should?

You've brought women here before, haven't you?

If I'm discovered I will simply be one of

Quentin Collins' women.

Or am I not beautiful enough for that?

- Yes, you are very beautiful whoever you are.

- My name is Angelique

and I think we have reached an understanding.

I will say nothing about the ceremonies,

which you and the lawyer performed here.

And you will say nothing about me.

It will be our little secret.

And if you want to see me, you can find me here.

- Now, let's look at this situation once more, all right.

- Be quiet Mr. Hanley.

Or you will really be quiet for a very long time.

- Evan, please, let me handle this.

My dear Angelique,

believe me, we are grateful to you for your help.

We don't want to argue with you or upset you.

But perhaps some other place?

You see, I am only trying to avoid trouble.

- Well, it's too late for that, Quentin.

If you wanted to avoid trouble

you should never have send for me!

[laughing]

♪♪

- We have searched every inch of this cottage.

She is not here.

- Well, she said she could disappear.

- Yes, and so she has.

The question now is where has she disappeared to

and when and where will she reappear?

- We have no way of knowing that.

- Let's just hope that she isn't here to make trouble for us.

- Well, she said that she was willing to help us.

- Really, Quentin!

For a person of your, shall we say, blemished behavior,

you are sometimes curiously innocent!

- Sandor!

- Of course it's Sandor!

Who else would it be?

- No one else, of course.

- Did you see --? - Quentin --

- Did I see what?

- The boy. Did you see the boy?

- He's all right. He is back at Collinwood.

He is quiet.

- Well, at least that went well.

- How about this? - This?

- What you were doing here? - Here?

- Your ceremony.

- It was a total failure.

- Why do you say that?

- Because absolutely nothing happened.

- That's too bad. - Yes.

- I would have thought with all the signs

with what went before.

- Our ceremonies are not always as rewarding

as we would like them to be.

- Who do you think it might have been out there?

Who or what?

- Sandor, stop asking questions.

- Yes, stop asking questions and answer one.

When do you plan to finish forging the will.

- I will do it when I can.

I will do it when I am ready.

- Well then, may I suggest that you go now and get ready.

- Don't worry about anything, Mr. Hanley.

I am the best calligrapher there is.

- I admire your self-esteem, Sandor,

but if you don't mind I will withhold mine

until after you finished the forging.

And finished it right. Now go!

- He said he didn't -- - Shh.

And don't try listening, Sandor!

Go away.

- Or perhaps we only imagined her.

- No, I didn't imagine that I was helpless and speechless!

- If she does see something

and says that she is my friend --

- What's the matter? - How did she know that?

About my women? How did she know that?

- Perhaps just by looking at you, Quentin. - No.

Or perhaps she knows more about all of us

than she is telling us.

Well, she made sure that we know nothing about her. - Quentin,

I think that we should fight Barnabas without her.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, sent her back to the dark hell she came from.

- Do you think we can do it?

- I don't know. But we must try.

Before the situation becomes worse than it is.

- No, there is no way of sending her back

and you know it.

Not for us. Not against her.

Whoever she is,

whatever reason she has come here,

whoever she is right now,

our Angelique, our ally,

our beautiful, black-hearted child of the angels

is planning to stay!

[Angelique laughing]

- Good evening, Sandor.

- Oh, Mr. Barnabas, good evening.

- What are you doing that holds your interest so?

- Nothing, just an old gypsy game I was playing.

- Gypsy game's intrigue me. May I see it?

- No, this one isn't worth your time.

It's just a ridiculous little --

It seems to be worth your time

or worth it to someone.

- I couldn't help it, Mr. Barnabas.

It just happens.

I can get out of it.

I can forget it.

I tell you what Mr. Barnabas,

if you forget it, I'll forget it.

- As simple as that? - Why not?

- Because the people who hired you won't let you forget it.

- Mr. Barnabas, I don't know what to do.

I don't want no more trouble.

I have had enough trouble in my life.

- Yes, I can imagine that that would happen to someone

who forges wills.

- If you go to the authorities --

- You will go to jail.

- And bring disgrace on my family!

- Oh, we mustn't have that now, must we?

All right, Sandor,

we'll keep the authorities out of it.

You really are a remarkably talented fellow,

you just need guidance for your pen.

- Just tell me what you want me to do.

- In due time.

Right now I -- I'm going to Collinwood.

- I'll go out too, to get some air and say

"Nice sweet night.

There is not even a breeze out there."

[door closes]

[wind blowing]

- It's been a long time Barnabas,

long enough for you to put me out of your mind.

Oh, but you're still in my thoughts.

And so are you.

You, with your innocent eyes

that were always so startled when they looked on evil,

well here it is again,

look at me again!

I am Angelique and I hate you!

♪♪

- I will leave you here Quentin,

at the door of what will one day be your house.

- If Sandor does his job well. - He will.

- And quickly. He's got to do it quickly.

That's important.

- It is more important that he do it perfectly.

- Yeah, if only it were over and done with. - It will be!

Now keep a grip on yourself and don't worry about Sandor.

He will do anything if we pay him enough.

- Evan, there is something else. - What is that?

- She doesn't want money.

That's not what interests her.

- No, I dare say it isn't.

- But what is it?

What is it she wants?

What is it that satisfies her, our Angelique?

♪♪

[gasps] - Oh.

Oh, you startled me!

- But not unpleasantly?

- I was dozing.

- You didn't answer my question.

I didn't do it unpleasantly? - No --

Yes -- I don't know.

- Have you been dozing all evening?

- No, I was out walking.

- By yourself?

- Well, yes --

- And you remained by yourself?

- Yes. - You met no one?

- No, of course --

No one! Now, why do you ask?

- Well, perhaps, I wanted to keep you for myself

or is that selfish of me?

- Unrealistic.

- Yes, unrealistic, of course.

- What are you doing now?

- Giving you a chance to decide

if you found my little surprise pleasant?

Good evening, Cousin Barnabas.

- Oh! - Good evening, Ms. Drummond.

Cousin Quentin.

- Apparently, no night is too dark

and no hour too late to keep you from visiting.

I myself was just getting ready for bed.

- Well, don't let me detain you.

- And Sister Judith has already retired.

I am afraid you're out of luck tonight.

- No, I am not. I came to see Ms. Drummond.

- To see me?

- Please, sit down.

Have some brandy. We have very good brandy.

- Yes, I know that.

- And, uh, make sure Ms. Rachel or, uh,

Ms. Drummond has some, too.

Her cheek was quite cool a few minutes ago.

As for me, if you will forgive me I will go to bed.

Good night.

If the hour is too late, Ms. Drummond --

- No, no, it's quite all right.

- Well, there is something that I wanted you to have tonight.

- Something for me? What?

- This.

- Oh! Oh, it's lovely!

It's very old, isn't it?

- Yes, it's been in the family a long time.

It once belonged to Josette.

Please open it, I'd like to hear it again.

[music box playing] ♪♪

I loved her very deeply.

Does that surprise you?

But Josette Collins - she lived a long time ago, didn't she?

- Yes, she did.

And in the brief time she was here she was loved

deeply and dearly by my ancestor.

I have always felt a kind of commitment to her.

I hope you understand that.

Yes, I think I can.

There is something I don't understand.

You said that Josette Collins lived here only briefly,

what happened to her?

- She died strangely.

Mysteriously.

- You are not as pretty as she is

and you haven't her soft dark hair,

but you will do, little doll.

You'll do to make her suffer!

- The original Barnabas must have been distraught when --

when Josette died!

- He never got over the shock of it.

- But after Josette died -- - Well, he couldn't accept that.

He had to believe that he would find her again someday.

It was the only way he could go on living.

Please, play it again.

- Yes, of course.

[music box playing] ♪♪

- Such a pretty neck.

Such a fragile little neck!

It's almost a shame to hurt it, isn't it?

- Oh! - What's the matter?

- Oh, I - I don't know.

I need some fresh air!

- Rachel!

Rachel!

- Oh, Widow's Hill!

Widow's Hill.

No, no, please, don't make it happen again.

- Widow's Hill.

Jossette!

Oh, no.

No!

♪♪

[eerie music] ♪♪