784 - June 25, 1969

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NARRATOR:Collinwood, .

Barnabas Collins' mission to the past

has been thrown in jeopardy by the discovery

that he is a vampire.

And now, even while he tries

to help Quentin with the legendary hand of Oshdon,

he must hide in a secret cave

from those who would end his curse forever.

[ rooster crowing ]

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[ coffin creaks ]

Magda? You!

Good evening Mr. Collins.

Or should I say, good morning?

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I wouldn't think of leaving Mr. Collins.

It's nearly dawn, if you should walk out into the light,

I would be deprived of a most interesting conversation.

How did you find me?

What a curious question.

I should think you would be more interested

in knowing what I intend to do, now that I have.

I understand you can disappear at will, Mr. Collins.

But where would you go?

You don't have another coffin available to you.

Now, that was an unfortunate lack of foresight Mr. Collins.

You have had the foresight to...

to bring a hammer and stake with you,

or was your weapon a...

a p*stol with six silver b*ll*ts Mr. Hanley.

Which would you prefer, Mr. Collins?

Do whatever you want with me, but do it now.

I shall stand here, with my back to you.

Take out your p*stol if that's what it's going to be.

Go on, get it over with.

If it is to be the end, let it be now.

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[ waves crashing ]

[ theme music playing ]

[ rooster crows in the distance ]

You are quite right Collins, you have very little time.

There is much I want to know.

What do you want of me?

Shall I, uh, lower my cross Mr. Collins,

so that you can look at me while I tell you?

There.

I still don't trust you.

HANLEY: And with some reason.

I am not to be trusted.

But I shan't k*ll you, Mr. Collins... now.

BARNABAS: But later, of course?

Depends.

I do not desire to be at your mercy.

[ laughs ] You have no choice.

You are at my mercy, for as long as I desire it.

I must say that I am fascinated

with having someone like you under my control.

I'm sure you know much that I want to know.

So I am to be impaled by a pin? Put under a microscope?

No, Mr. Hanley.

Oh, you will enjoy that eventually.

You have forgotten the pleasures of confession Mr. Collins.

I never knew them and I have no intentions of starting now.

The question is academic.

But you aren't going to make me your personal secret.

Mm, that depends.

BARNABAS: On what?

That is the only question that interests me.

The hand, Mr. Collins.

The hand from the forest of Oshdon.

You are romantic.

You will have to explain it all to me,

when I have more time.

The hand of Count Petofi, Mr. Collins.

The hand that I have read about in a thousand books.

I don't know what you're talking about,

but I do admire your imagination and your--your sense of fantasy.

I want the hand that cured Charity Trask.

Ah, so, you do remember now?

No.

Now, stop lying to me, Mr. Collins. I want the hand

that removed those marks from her neck,

your marks, Mr. Collins.

The hand that saved her from becoming your sl*ve.

The hand that kept her from becoming what you are.

Now, you see I have brought you some news, haven't I?

Give me the hand, Mr. Collins.

I do not have it.

Who does have it?

I cannot tell.

Is it in this cave?

Shall I wait till the light and then search?

It is not here.

When will it be here?

At dusk.

Then I shall return at dusk.

And I must be alive at dusk, if you are to get it.

Yes, you must.

And you are to keep my secret.

I'm very good at keeping secrets, Mr. Collins,

you will find that out.

Well, then, until dusk.

And, uh, if you should fail me, Mr. Collins,

it will be the last dusk you will ever see.

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Barnabas. I still can't believe it.

Although Edward insists that Barnabas is a secret

that grandmother wanted to tell us.

Sometimes I think this family's been cursed.

The evil men do live after them.

What you must think of us.

I make no judgments, Judith. It is not my province.

Judith, I have come here today on a very sad mission.

Oh, no. Something has happened,

something I don't know about?

Oh, you could know nothing about this.

Tell me.

It has all been in my mind. A battle raging endlessly

even in the midst of your tragedy.

Dear Gregory, you must let me help you if I can.

Judith, I have decided to close Worthington Hall,

and leave Collinsport forever.

No!

Do not try to dissuade me, Judith.

It has been a most difficult decision.

You must reconsider.

Oh, don't ask me to do that.

Well you must, for the sake of the children.

For once, I cannot think of them.

It's us, isn't it? The Collins family.

That's why you're leaving.

Everything that has happened here

has affected you so. I know it.

Not the Collins, Judith. Not the family.

Just one of you has made me make my decision.

One of us?

Who?

Edward?

Quentin?

Who? You must tell me.

Judith

It is you.

Me? Have I done something to offend you?

- No, no. - But I must have.

You have been here, that is all.

That is the reason I must leave.

Because you are here, in this house,

while I am not more than ten minutes away,

thinking of you, wondering what you are doing,

contemplating your... your goodness, your faith,

your hold on the virtues of life.

Oh, Judith, I cannot bear it any longer!

You would never consider marrying me.

Marry you?

Would you, Judith? Would you marry me?

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Forgive me, Judith.

I thought I had learned to control

my natural impetuousness.

You are insulted, I know, by my presumption.

No, that isn't true!

But believe me, Judith, even in my innermost thoughts,

in my wildest dreams, I--I know there is,

- there is no hope for my suit. - Gregory, would you--

But, at least, Judith, at least now you know

the real reason I must leave Collinsport.

I can't let you leave.

But it is impossible for me, Judith, impossible.

Gregory.

I know I have affronted you, I apologize.

Gregory, stop it.

No one has ever proposed to me before.

I've never admitted it. To anyone.

I can't believe that.

Grandmother said I frighten men away.

I was too strong.

But you were forced to be strong, Judith,

it was not your doing.

Your family position

made you assume a burden that you did not want.

Judith, it is my fondest dream that I could

share that burden with you.

You are thinking of Minerva of course, as I am.

Yes.

The circumstances of her death.

The short time that has elapsed.

Yes.

That is all that I've been able to think of.

Oh, my dear Judith,

I shall say nothing unkind about the dead,

but, suddenly, the thought of a new life here, with you...

I could not deny myself at least the opportunity.

Oh, Judith, if you knew the hours

I have spent in prayer, in contemplation.

I know. I know.

We could do it, you know. We could marry.

But you have not said--

Yes? Is that what I have not said Gregory?

Then, I must say it, mustn't I?

Judith.

Yes. I will marry you.

It will be an understanding between us,

and after a proper period of time,

- we'll announce it. - No.

No?

Judith we must not allow ourselves

to worry about what others think.

"Do as your conscience guides you

and you will not offend."

Leviticus.

Oh, Gregory.

Judith, you are thinking of Edward, Quentin.

Don't you owe yourself happiness?

Yes. Yes, but we must be proper.

We are being! We are living

according to a spiritual need for each other.

Judith, we must marry today.

- Oh no. - Yes, before it is...

before someone comes between us, because they will try, Judith.

No, Gregory.

Judith, your brothers will not be happy about our union.

They are too used to this home you have made for them.

Judith...

do you trust me?

I trust you completely.

Then, come with me now, and when we return,

we will be man and wife...

united by God.

But, I--I--I--I can't be married like this.

Then, you do not trust my judgment.

Of course, I do.

If you do, you would come with me.

But it can't happen this way.

It would be such a shock to everyone.

They will learn to accept it Judith.

People will talk.

But we shall not hear them,

because we will be together.

Oh, Judith, the impermanence of life,

we have seen so many examples of it lately.

Judith, dare we waste this hour?

No.

No, we dare not.

Come, let's go into the village now.

Yes Gregory.

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Your psychic ability seem to have failed you.

I'm here, ain't I? And I got the hand with me.

But you took so long, he could've been here by now.

He? Someone else knows about you,

about this place? Who?

Mr. Evan Hanley. He not only knows about me,

but he knows about that hand and he wants it.

I will... I--I will dig a hole in the woods...

He will never find it.

No.

But, it is in my keeping. I will not let him have it.

Magda, he is coming here.

Now, if I'm to complete my mission, I must outwit him.

But you have lived so cleverly for so many centuries,

surely, now you--

Now, I must depend upon this.

Will it work for us?

Can it do what must be done?

MAGDA: I don't know.

But you were willing to try it with Quentin?

Yes, because his curse must end.

And I must be freed from Evan Hanley.

Magda, this hand cured Charity. If it can do good,

can it do evil?

Yes.

Then, you must make it turn Evan Hanley into my servant.

I... I don't know how.

Try.

It's this hand, it is not my mind, my words,

that make it do what it does, no, Barnabas.

It is the hand of Count Petofi.

Somewhere in this world,

or in another, somewhere he is.

And this hand does what he wants it to do.

This hand, cut from his arm for a payment.

This hand cannot stop from doing what he wants.

Legend says that some nights, he cries for the hand

to come back to him. The hand cannot do that,

my people have done that to him.

It is the only thing that the hand can deny him.

How mad the world has become,

that my future and David's, and Chris Jenning's,

all depend upon a man we've never known.

You got to help us.

You got to save us.

I was bad, I did something wrong.

Yes, I put a curse on my own kin.

And now, this man, he will make the curse stay,

unless you help us. He wants you too. [ inhales ]

HANLEY: Are you talking to yourself, gypsy?

Ah, no, no, you're talking to something

far more interesting aren't you?

Well, Mr. Collins, I see you are a man of your word.

Give me the hand. Please.

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Tell the gypsy we made a bargain, Mr. Collins.

Tell her to give me the hand.

If she gives it to you, it will do you no good.

[ scoffs ] Nonsense.

You forget that this hand belonged

to the most evil man in the world.

I know that.

You'd look upon it, while you're wearing the cross?

Why? What will happen?

Let him look on it. Let him find out for himself.

[ laughs ] Did you two hatch this plot yourself?

Oh, how clever you must have thought yourself

when you were figuring it out. No, Mr. Collins,

I will not take off my cross.

Not while I'm with you.

Let it k*ll him.

No, Magda. He didn't disturb me while I rested.

He was honest with me.

Alright.

Alright, look at it.

If you dare.

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Leave the cave.

Did you hear what I said, Mr. Collins?

You might as well get used to my orders.

I am not accustomed to them.

In time, all in due time. Now, you go.

I can't believe it.

You will, my dear. You will.

It's wrong to feel the way I do. Wrong.

Nonsense, my dear. You shall soon become

accustomed to happiness.

You know, my dear, we must do something

about this room. It has a certain frivolous air.

We wouldn't want anyone to think us frivolous, would we?

No.

But so many of the things are keepsakes from the family.

We shall not make any changes quickly.

We did the right thing, didn't we?

Of course, we did, my dear.

I'm sure we did, yet...

You are afraid. You are thinking of the family.

You must not be afraid, my dear, I will handle them.

You must leave everything to me now, Judith.

You are going to be a proper wife.

Gregory?

- Gregory! - What? What is it?

By the window. Your wife, Minerva.

Judith.

I saw her. I saw her!

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[ tense music ]

[ screaming ]

[ whimpering ] Is he? He's dead! He's dead! I--I know he's dead!

We can't use the hand on Quentin.

We cannot take the chance, is that clear?

The hand, is it there?

- Is it there? - Yes.

Yes.

My God!

Evan Hanley.

[ cries ]

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