724 - April 3, 1969

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[Timothy narrating] - The great house at Collinwood stands deserted.

A ghost walks the silent rooms,

waiting for a possessed child to die,

but Barnabas Collins, determined to thwart the spirit,

finds himself back in the year ,

and Barnabas discovers that his presence there

changes the history he knows happened,

for Quentin, k*lled and buried, has risen from his grave,

a robot, following the orders of the vengeful Angelique.

- Barnabas!

I knew you wouldn't leave like that.

Barnabas I --

Barnabas, is that you out here?

Barnabas, is that you?

Oh! Oh!

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- Come, come, it will be dawn soon.

Your Master will be back. There is soup there.

Come.

I do not like what has happened to you since -

since he came back.

You do not practice throwing the knives anymore.

You do not complain.

- I like my soup hot.

- Then get up sooner.

You do not even talk of going on the road

when it is spring.

- I'm just beginning to hear what you've been saying

all these years.

Somehow, Sandor's Magic Elixir

don't seem so magic to me now.

- No, that is not true. It is Mr. Barnabas Collins.

I should have known what would happen before.

I should have seen it in your palm.

- Don't tell me you read his palm, too!

I thought that was a trick for strangers,

something you did to frighten little girls.

Don't go.

- Let go of me! - Not yet!

- Sandor!

- Sandor will do nothing, as you know.

- And I know the reason, too.

- I'm glad you remember.

It will keep you in line.

Now, there is something you must do.

I want you to go to Collinwood. - Now?

- To Rachel's room.

- What am I to do there?

- I am afraid for her.

My presence here has caused a spell to be cast.

- Ah! You bring trouble wherever you are!

- Don't you think I regret that?

Do you think I am that callous?

I want no harm to come to her.

- What is the spell?

- There is no need for you to know that.

- I won't go unless -- - You must go!

Quentin is buried.

Now, Rachel may be summoned to the grave.

It is a ridiculous trick,

but one that Angelique will like.

Now, you must tell Rachel that I sent you.

You must tell her that she is not to leave the room

and you must see that no one ever gets in there.

- I am to stay there all day?

- At dusk, you will report to me.

- And for doing this?

- You will have my gratitude.

- That is not enough.

- Magda, I --

He is under your control, not mine.

- I can easily change that, Magda.

- Go.

Do as he says! Go!

She don't mean to sound the way she does.

She is a woman, don't like orders.

- Sandor, have you ever heard the word zombie?

- She is so evil, your enemy.

Has she done that to Quentin?

- If he's buried, surely there will be no --

- [laughing] - What are you laughing at?

- If that is what he is, he will be back.

- Perhaps not.

- His body is not in his control.

He cannot rest until she lets him.

- Then we must break Angelique's control over him.

Now, surely you know if there's a way to do that.

Well, you must have some knowledge of the legends.

- All I know is that his body wants the grave,

it wants to escape from the power,

it wants to lie in peace, but it cannot.

- Ahh! Ahh!

- My prison.

Of all the mornings, this is the morning

I would like to see the dawn.

Rachel may need me.

- What shall we do if Quentin comes here?

Your enemy may send him here with a stake.

- No, she will not do that, not yet.

She will tease me.

She will prolong it.

She will make me realize how -

how little power I have.

Without me to torment, she would be lost.

- Sandor.

- I told you not to leave Rachel!

- I could not do that. She was gone.

- No. - Yes.

Her room was empty.

Her bed had not been touched.

- Quentin has risen.

- Risen?

- He is a zombie.

- Could your enemy have drawn her to the Cemetery?

- Is there time for me to get there?

- No, it is almost light now.

- You'll never come back.

- Go, Sandor. Go to the Cemetery.

You will find the - the grave freshly covered.

If he is buried, it will be as we left it.

- No. No.

What if he is risen? What if he is there?

Sandor cannot go! - Go!

- No! You know the strength of zombies.

- Just as he knows the power of a vampire, Madame.

[rooster crowing]

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- Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!

- Rachel!

Rachel!

Go! Get out of here!

Stay away from me!

Rachel!

Rachel.

- Magda! Magda!

- Where is Sandor?

- The graveyard! With Quentin!

- Is he hurt?

- No!

He started to hurt him and then, he left!

- I must go to him! - He's coming after me. No! Please!

At the graveyard! With Quentin.

He - he's coming after me.

I lost him somewhere in the woods.

I --

- Now, come, come into the house.

- I --

They said it was over, that Quentin was dead!

I've got to tell Barnabas! - No!

- Where is he?

Is he at Collinwood, is that where he went?

- No, no, he is - he is not here.

- Well, then, where is he? - He had to go to Bangor.

- What?

- I must go to Sandor! I - I can't talk to you now.

You must leave here. - Wait.

You are lying to me, aren't you?

- I've got no time to talk.

But I saw Barnabas not -

not more than a half hour ago

and he said nothing to me about going to Bangor.

- Well, something happened, something came up.

He had to go. - But how?

There is no telephone here, how did anybody reach him?

- Someone was here waiting for him.

It was most urgent!

- But that doesn't make any sense!

- Perhaps not to you, but --

- Oh, the hero!

- I am all right.

- Oh, my big, bad, bold hero.

- Oh, shut up. I cannot hit you.

My arm is too sore.

- Oh, what a brave man you are. - Yes.

- What a brave man to fight a zombie,

a brave, foolish man.

- He is a brave man. Thank you, Sandor.

- I don't like to see a beautiful lady

getting buried before her time.

- But you could have been k*lled.

- Yes, that at least would have made you cry.

Get me some hot water.

My wrist is beginning to swell.

- Oh, so now, I have to nurse you.

It is better he should have finished you!

- Try to forget.

- How can I?

How did you know to come there?

- Barnabas. - Barnabas knew?

- No. No, he sent Magda

to stay with you at Collinwood.

- Why? I don't understand.

- He was afraid this would happen.

- And yet he left?

- He couldn't help it.

He - he didn't want to leave!

- But why? I don't understand this!

I don't see how any of this could happen.

How can a man be dead and yet walk?

You know, don't you?

All my life, I -

I believed that there were certain set rules.

A man lived, a man died

and anything other than that was a story,

a fantasy.

- There has to be a truth to make a story.

- Then should I begin believing in everything else, too,

ghosts, witches, werewolves?

- I do.

- Well, I can't, Sandor.

I too am intrigued by - by make-believe and fantasy,

but this is reality and there has to be

some explanation for all of this!

He isn't dead. He can't be!

Why does he look the way he does?

Why doesn't he speak?

His eyes were so cold.

They chilled me when he looked at me.

What am I going to do?

Oh, my God!

If he is after me, why is he?

What am I to do?

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- Magda, look!

Quentin!

- The door, the door, lock it!

He's - he's coming here!

- Perhaps he's come for Barnabas!

- Quickly!

- It will not stop him!

[door knob rattling]

- Where - where can we go?

[banging on door]

- No! - Sandor.

- No! No!

- You cannot stop him. - I must!

- No, I won't let you! He will k*ll you!

He will k*ll you! You cannot stop him!

- Give me the key!

[lid creaking open]

- Quentin!

Quentin!

You cannot hurt me.

You know that too, don't you, Quentin?

[door opening]

- I could not stop him!

- Angelique sent him here.

- To do what?

- To taunt me.

Show me her power.

Go quickly to the attic!

There is a leather truck, very old.

Have you seen it?

- We didn't take nothing from it, I swear! - Good.

In it, there is a packet of letters addressed to Jeremiah.

I put them there a long time ago.

Go quickly and get them.

Since Angelique sent you here,

let us make the best possible use of you.

Why didn't I remember these before?

You will arrange the chairs in a circle around him.

- I want to know what black magic are you going to do.

- Not black magic, Madame,

on the contrary, white magic.

Have you heard of that?

- Are you capable of doing it?

- I am capable of trying.

The chairs must be at least a foot away from him

and they must be separated in such a way

that the spirit can enter the circle.

- Whose spirit?

- The spirit of Quentin Collins.

- Oh!

Is it simply floating around the room,

waiting for the path to him?

- It is in the body of a boy and his name is Jamison.

- And there it will remain.

- I do not need your cynicism.

I wouldn't allow you here

unless we needed at least three of us.

- Would you like me to wake Rachel?

- She is here? - Yes.

- No.

I want her to know nothing about this.

I saw this ceremony performed

back in Martinique over years ago.

I wrote about it in detail to my Uncle Jeremiah.

I knew he would be fascinated by it.

Ideally, we should have Jamison here,

but when I saw it first,

the possessed body was not there.

And his spirit passed from him

and into the body of the zombie?

- There is a point in the ceremony

that the spirit could enter the body of the zombie

or the body could go back to the grave and die.

- And will he rise again?

- No.

The spell will be broken,

but if the spirit does go back into the body,

Quentin will leave this room alive.

Now, seat yourselves on either side of him.

The heart waits.

This heart waits for the breath of life.

In this circle,

there is a man whose heart waits for the spirit

to tell it to beat again.

Spirit of Quentin Collins, spirit of Quentin Collins,

you live in another body now, but your own body waits for you.

Come to us here now.

Come to us!

If you are in this room, speak to us.

For you, the spirit of the voice of Quentin Collins,

do not let your body die as it must

unless you return to it.

Speak to us!

- No, no.

- Speak to us!

[Quentin] - I cannot.

I cannot.

- Can! You must!

- She will not let me.

She will not let me.

- But you must fight her!

You must try!

- Ahh!

- Stop him!

You must come back! You will die!

I'm all right.

There is only one other chance.

If he gets to that grave, he will be gone from us.

- Where are you going? Where?!

- You stay here.

When Rachel wakes,

tell her to go back to Collinwood

and make sure she stays there.

Because whatever happened here tonight,

no one must ever know.

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