719 - March 26, 1969

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

the family driven from it by an evil spirit

who is determined to claim a possessed child as his own.

But Barnabas, in an attempt to confront the ghost,

finds himself back in the year in

when the spirit lived as a man

who uses a child to help him practice the black arts,

as a gypsy discovers,

but that is not all she suddenly sees.

- You are worse than a gypsy!

Worse!

Using a child to help you with your black magic!

- He is safely in bed now. He won't remember anything.

- You are wrong. He will remember!

To lose your innocence is something you do not forget.

- For God's sake, stop lecturing me.

Do you still see it, Magda? Do you?

The mark of death?

You are making it up,

to frighten me, to punish me.

- I do not say I see that mark unless I see it.

- Then, if you can see it, you can see more, huh?

You can tell me how I'm going to die

and who is going to k*ll me.

- Oh! It is gone now.

- It conveniently disappeared!

Just when I was about to force you to tell me

everything you know, huh?

- You can think that if you want.

- Who is it that's going to try to k*ll me, huh?

Barnabas?

Oh, no, no. You're not leaving.

- One minute, you make fun of me;

the next moment, you are frantic with fear!

But you do believe in me, do you?

You believe in my power, you have to.

Anyone who believes in voodoo must believe in me.

- All right, all right. I believe you saw it.

When it did it happen? How?

How?

Tell me!

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[eerie music] ♪♪

- Tell you? Why should I tell you?

You are an animal!

No, you're not, you're -

you're are a child grabbing, hurting.

You always want to - to hurt.

To get your own way

when the easier way would be by smiling!

- There.

Is that smile enough for you?

Now, my God, if you know how I'm going to die,

you've got to tell me.

- Why? So you can run away from it?

Hide the knives?

- A knife? Is that it?

Is it? - Yes!

- Now, tell me who is going to try and k*ll me?

- I have told you all that I see!

- Hmm, yes.

But you can see more.

- If I choose I can.

- Shall I smile again now?

This is much nicer than a smile though,

isn't it, huh?

- I can see much more clearly now.

- You are a fraud.

I don't know why I ever believe you.

- Because you know that there are two worlds.

One world in which we live

and the other which is planned

in which death can be preordained.

- And be avoided. - Yes.

- What do you see? What do you see?

- The knife - the person holding the knife -

is a - is a woman!

- So few people come to see me now.

I have so little time for tea parties.

With the babies.

Oh, I am so sorry you won't be able to see them.

I never disturb their nap.

That is most harmful to their heath.

- I simply wondered if you felt better since

coming to this room?

- Oh. Oh, yes.

I was most unhappy in the other room.

Babies need sunlight --

I'm afraid I've forgotten your name.

- Jenny, you know me.

- Your face is so familiar. - I'm Judith Collins.

- Oh, Collins.

Collins?!

Oh, yes, yes.

It's certainly terrible of me.

Judith.

I don't like that name!

What do you think I should name my babies?

I - I can't decide what to name them.

I - I can't decide what is pretty anymore.

Boys are to be named after their fathers.

I remember that!

- Jenny, your babies are awake now, aren't they?

- Oh, I didn't hear them.

Oh! They are!

Oh, oh, good morning, lovelies.

Oh.

Did you have long enough nap?

Yes.

Are you hungry now?

Oh, did you dream pretty dreams?

Oh. Yes.

Oh. Oh.

What would I ever do without you?

What would I, sweet babies.

Sweet sweet babies.

- Is that all?

A woman is going to k*ll me?

[chuckles]

Really, Magda,

of course, a woman is going to k*ll me.

I wouldn't have it any other way!

What color of hair does she have?

Can you tell me that?

- What do you think of when you play that music?

- Myself.

- No one else?

- I'm afraid Magda that I've lost all interest

for anyone else.

You shouldn't have to ask me that.

Isn't that in my palm?

I read somewhere where every person

has a theme of music.

Well, this is mine.

When I'm alone, depressed, I can play this,

and suddenly, I'm - I'm not in this room or this house.

I'm free somewhere. Somewhere exciting.

- Shall I tell you where you are?

- Why not Magda?

Tell me where I am.

- Shh, they've fallen back to sleep.

Oh.

And I so wanted them to get up

so you could play with them.

Well, it will just have to be some other time --

[Quentin's theme] ♪♪

- Jenny, what is it?

[humming theme]

- He's back! - Who?

- You know who!

He's back.

That's what you came to tell me, isn't it!

He's back! He's back!

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He's back!

That's what you came to tell me, isn't it?

Oh! You couldn't wait, could you?

You couldn't wait!

- Now, Jenny!

- You come walking in here because you have seen him,

you've heard him, you've talked to him.

Yes! - No, Jenny.

- You know why he's come back, don't you? - No!

- Yes. He has come back to be punished.

Are you going to punish him?

- Jenny -- - Are you?

- Your babies are crying. - What?

No. No. There - there they are in there.

Who is going to punish him?

- Jenny, I can hear them.

- Who is going to punish him?

- Jenny, look at your babies!

- Oh, no!

[Quentin's theme] ♪♪

No! Don't listen to that music!

No! No!

You don't hear it! You don't hear it!

No!

[Quentin's theme] ♪♪

- Must you play that again? - I like it.

- You've heard it before.

- It's soothing to me while you tell me all about

my future tragedies.

- You have no future, Quentin.

I have been telling you that.

[door opens] - Stop playing that music!

- Go away, pretty sister, you are disturbing us.

- Did you hear me?

- Indeed. Practically anyone in the house could.

- Then do as I say. - Why?

For what reason?

- Because it's driving me mad!

- Perhaps, that's why I'll play it.

Judith!

- It's bad enough seeing you sitting here

with that woman, listening to her.

- You always advised me

to be more concerned with my future, huh?

Get out of this room!

- This is my house!

- A fact you pointed out with ever increasing frequency!

- A fact you seem to forget. - One that I could!

This may be your house, Judith,

but it was also in grandmother's will

that I had a home here for the rest of my life

and the word home implies a certain freedom,

not just a bed but a place to bring one's friends!

Friends, Judith!

And a place to meditate

on the soon-to-be-here, tomorrows.

- Stop playing that gramophone

and get that woman out of here!

- My sister likes to make nasty little scenes.

So, we try to oblige her.

It embarrasses her -

embarrasses them to have been in front of friends so --

I think besides if she thinks --

she knows that no one can keep a secret

from you, Magda.

Go on.

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- Dirk?

Where are you going?

- Getting ready to start my rounds.

- How much do we pay you?

- Well, you ought to know.

You are the one that pays me now.

- Do you want to get more?

- It depends on what I have to do.

- You would have to be very quiet.

You couldn't tell anyone in this house what you do.

- Another little Collins secret -- - That's impertinent!

- Look, you're asking me if I can keep my mouth shut

and I'm telling you I am.

And I can.

Now, let's get something straight.

I don't care what you do or what this family does.

As long as I get my pay. Understand?

And any way that I can earn more,

you just tell me how.

Come on.

- Come with me.

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- La-la-la-la-la.

La-la --

No, no!

What am I doing? What?

Oh! That wasn't me dancing.

No, that wasn't me.

It was her! The other one.

No.

I wouldn't dance to that music.

No, believe me.

That wasn't me dancing.

No! No!

- So, now, you see why you can't tell anyone.

- Beth knows?

- We need someone to handle Ms. Jenny with force,

if necessary.

Mr. Quentin mustn't know she is here.

- Beth knows everything?

- Why are you so concerned about that?

- I just --

Well, I thought I knew everything

about her, that's all.

- No, no don't come in here.

No, I - I don't want to see you.

No, I don't want to go back up there and play your music.

- Jenny, it's Judith. - No!

Is he with you? Is he?

- Of course not.

- Somebody here -- - Dirk!

- Oh, let me go! - Jenny, be quiet!

- Let me go! - Be quiet, Jenny!

- I will not! I won't be quiet. - Jenny, quiet right now.

- Now, Jenny! - Jenny!

She must never leave this room again!

You must see that she doesn't.

- The cards are silent.

- You are going to look into the crystal ball

for me, Magda. - No.

- Yes.

You're going to do it now.

Now, what do you see?

- The moon. The full moon.

- What does that mean?

Does that mean when it's going to happen?

- Yes. - How long do I have?

When is there going to be a full moon?

Are you going to drive me to the farmers' almanac?

When is the next full moon?

- You have two days.

- Well, I shall make the most of them.

Tell me, who is going to try and do this?

Look into the ball, Magda.

- She was once very beautiful.

- Don't tell me that. That's no help.

- I cannot see - the name. - Yes?

The name? The name!

Yes! Tell me the name!

- It's almost clear there is a letter --

- Well, what is it?

- The woman who will k*ll you -

her name begins with J.

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- J? What a curious initial.

J.

Nobody comes to my mind.

Magda, you couldn't be suggesting

that my dear sister, Judith --

- Well, I did not say that.

- She loves me.

Beneath that cool exterior,

there is an enormous affection for me.

Do you doubt it?

- I don't know what you feel for each other.

I do not care. - J.

Besides, you said it would be a woman who would k*ll me.

Now, I've never been really sure

that anyone could correctly classify Judith as that;

a fig, a prune. a dried apple, yes.

But a woman, huh? No!

Where are you going?

- Back to the old house, of course.

- Are you going to run back to Mr. Barnabas Collins?

Are you going to tell him how you frightened Quentin?

- Mr. Barnabas Collins thinks of me as a charwoman!

We do not confide in each other!

- You better not!

I don't intend to die, Magda.

Now, don't do anything to make me angry at you.

- Judith!

We were just talking about you.

- Really, I can't imagine what you'd find to say.

- Well, the gypsy here

has a very interesting theory about you.

I told you to go!

Step into my parlor and set that spider to the fly.

But in this case, who is what?

- You've been drinking.

- That's never been one of my bad habits.

Never could be.

But I always thought if you ever took up a hobby,

it might be sherry.

Come in!

- What do you want?

- Judith,

what are your solutions for my life?

- You are the only one who can find a solution for that. - No, no, no.

You've been thinking a lot more about me than I have,

I'm sure, dear sister.

And since you are saddled with me for eternity,

what are your plans?

- I offered you money to get out, you know that.

- But I turned it down.

Now, that was Plan A.

It's Plan B that interests me now.

- I hoped that you'd change.

- Oh, now, how can I?

My position hasn't.

No, no, Judith.

You really haven't been that optimistic.

You know what I would do if I were you

and I had the problem of Quentin?

Think, Judith. Think.

- I can't!

m*rder, Judith!

Haven't you ever thought of m*rder?

- Now, here, I have a nice cup of coffee for you.

Mmm, smells good.

Real nice.

Well, now, that wasn't a very nice girl.

A little coffee all over the floor

and I have to clean it up.

[thud] Oh!

- So, you think me capable of m*rder?

- I know you are.

- Did the gypsy tell you that?

How I wish you were both right.

m*rder would make my life so much easier.

- No, it wouldn't.

Don't start thinking about m*rder, Judith,

because I would return to haunt you.

To haunt you every minute

until the state hung you by the neck.

Don't start thinking m*rder, Judith!

Don't!

[whispering] - Quentin!

Quentin.

Quentin.

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[eerie music] ♪♪