833 - September 2, 1969

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[ eerie music ]

NARRATOR: The turn of the century

at the Great House of Collinwood.

And this night, a full moon shines over the estate.

And to Quentin's astonishment,

he does not turn into the wolf that walks as a man.

But he still fears that this is some cruel joke,

played by the gods.

But in his room, there awaits a surprise

that mayor may not explain what has happened.

[ horrified gasp ]

[ intense music ]

[ eerie music ]

[ soft music ]

That portrait.

Did Petofi put you up to it?

Petofi didn't put me up to anything.

Don't lie to me, Tate.

I am not lying to you, and what right have you got

to come walking in here, accusing me of anything?

I'm accusing you of painting a portrait of a wolf.

A wolf that looks like a man.

Come on, I painted a portrait of you.

I've got the sketches here to prove it.

Here.

Well, look at him.

That's the face that I painted.

Did this face look like this when you took it to my room?

I didn't take it to your room.

Who did?

Petofi.

Is that so?

So, Petofi is in on it.

I was right.

Look.

Maybe it could be an hallucination.

You know, that is possible.

The first time that I painted this thing,

there was a girl who came in here.

Her name was Charity.

And when she looked at that, at your face,

she saw a wolf also.

But when I looked at it, you know what I saw?

I saw you. Your face.

You're going to come back to Collinwood with me, Tate,

and look at that portrait.

And tell me what you see.

Listen, I've got a lot of work to do.

You're going to Collinwood if I have to drag you there.

[ eerie music ]

[ soft music on gramophone ]

What you doing here?

Why you playing this music?

Miss Trask.

You are never to play this music again.

I didn't know whose music it was.

You never tell the truth.

Believe me, love, I've got an eye for character,

and I know you.

I knew you the first time I ever saw you

walk out of this house.

I don't know when that was, but you're quite wrong.

What you doing here, anyway?

I live here.

If that's any business of yours.

So...

You're after him, too.

[ scoffs ] I'm not after anybody.

You were playing his song.

I was trying to explain to you--

Who told you you could live in this house anyway, huh?

Who?

Reverend Trask.

Oh, he did, did he?

Well, I'll just find out about that.

[ shouting ] Hey, Trask!

Trask?

AMANDA: If you excuse me--

You ain't going nowhere.

Charity?

Why do you call me that stupid name?

It won't stop me from speaking my piece.

Did you ask her here?

Charity, go up to your room.

Did you or not?

Amanda is here as my guest.

Now, you're going up to your room.

Hey, you let go of me.

Ow!

Amanda, will you please wait here?

I shall be back shortly.

Come along.

[ yelling ]

Come along.

Quentin!

Quentin, come here and help me!

[ eerie music ]

So you want to tell me

why we're sneaking around upstairs?

Because of that.

You are going to be surprised when you lift that up

and you find out that that's your face.

Let's hope I am, Tate.

[ eerie music ]

Just how did that face get there?

I don't know.

You're not going to tell me?

I haven't got anything to tell you.

Then, Tate, I'll have to go to Petofi.

There must be some explanation for this, huh?

Look.

Things don't always have to have explanations.

You don't have to know about everything in the universe.

Things just- just happen.

It can be one of those strange things that--

Are you telling me not to go to Petofi?

I wouldn't tell anybody to go to Petofi.

You can do as you like. Goodnight.

If you tell anyone about this,

I'll k*ll you.

I am an artist.

And the only thing I tell anything to is my canvas.

[ soft music ]

Poor Charity.

A great trial.

But at least, my dear, you can see that...

you are not alone in having a misfortune.

It seemed as though she hates me so much.

Hatred is a sign of the devil's presence.

Just as love is of our makers.

I'm fortunate that our maker has seen fit to give me

the strength to help whatever unfortunates

I may meet.

Will you excuse me for a moment, my dear?

Mr. Tate.

Are you in the custom of coming to this house

without calling on me?

Well actually, I was looking for you.

I'm ready to paint the portrait of your daughter.

I'm sorry, but...

that is not convenient at this time.

You see,

my daughter is not well.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Although, there is someone I should very much

like for you to paint.

A dear girl.

Buffeted by life.

In need of confidence and stability.

Yes.

Yes, it's an admirable idea.

Come, Mr. Tate.

Come, I want you to meet her.

Amanda, we have a very great honor.

Charles Tate has agreed to paint you.

Mr. Tate, this is Amanda Harris.

I know.

I know.

[ intense music ]

You have met Miss Harris before, Mr. Tate?

No, we've...

I saw her once at an inn.

Miss Harris is staying here with us now.

Amanda.

You should feel quite thrilled that the famed

Mr. Tate has agreed to paint you.

Oh, I am.

Then it's settled.

I shall leave the two of you to discuss the details.

I would like the preliminary sketches at least

to be done here.

That is my only request.

[ door shuts ]

You feel it?

I beg your pardon?

I mean...

do you feel the way I do?

That you've seen me before.

Please, tell me the truth. You must feel like that.

I haven't met you.

I think I should remember.

Although...

Count Petofi asked me if I knew...

a Mr. Tate.

Well, having seen you, I know I haven't.

Then you do feel like you have seen me before?

Why should I?

Why should I feel that way?

We've- We've just met.

There's so many things I have to know.

When were you born?

Please, that's not such an unusual question.

Yes.

Yes it is.

Please don't ask that.

Please don't.

The only reason I'm asking is that I have to know.

Well, there's nothing to know.

Nothing.

Please.

Miss Harris.

Please tell me.

I feel like I should try to tell you.

Why do I feel that way?

[ soft music ]

Every moment you are like this,

you are a disgrace to me.

I will not have it.

Get that woman out of this house.

I will not.

Then I will leave.

Leave?

And where would you go?

Wherever the devil leads you?

That woman is going to cause great trouble in here.

She stays here.

There is nothing you can do about it.

I am doing my duty.

And you, nor anyone else, Charity, can stop me.

You'll regret it if I leave.

You walk out of this house, and you will soon see

how cruel the world is.

[ laughs ]

You will come begging me to take you back.

Why, one hour in the outside world may make you

realize who you truly are.

I know who I am, all right.

I'm Miss p*nsy Fay,

and I don't take no gut from nobody.

I'll come back to this house, all right.

As Mrs. Quentin Collins.

And then I'll kick her out.

And you, too. You'll see.

You'll see!

[ door shuts ]

[ soft music ]

Please.

Please, tell me.

I don't know anything about myself.

That's the truth.

Please, you have to tell me.

I re- remember a newspaper lying on the street.

The strange street.

I picked it up.

I didn't have a purse or jewelry or...

or nothing that would give me a hint about myself.

You don't know how many hours I read that newspaper,

trying to find-- Find something just--

Something that would help me remember

before that date.

How long ago was that?

[ Amanda crying ] Not long.

The date.

Try to remember the date.

How could I forget it?

Tell me, what was it?

March .

.

You'll have to wait here for me.

I can't explain what I have to do,

anymore than you can tell me about yourself.

You'll have to excuse me.

[ gasps ]

Well, are you proud, love?

You've won the battle, but not the w*r.

Where are you going?

Oh, I'll be back.

Don't you worry your head about that.

I'll be back.

And when I am, you'll be sent packing.

You're going to be so unhappy here.

You're going to be so sorry you stayed.

[ laughs ]

[ intense music ]

[ slams door ]

TATE:I must find the first sketch

I made of that face.

I must.

She remembers nothing before March , .

When did I first sketch that face?

When?

Here's the one.

March , .

I drew her face that day.

And it's the first day she remembers.

[ intense music ]

A coincidence.

It's got to be a coincidence

that Amanda remembers nothing before March , .

And I made that sketch that same day.

I must forget it.

I have to think about something else.

I'll draw something.

Something. Anything.

Anything.

[ soft music ]

[ thump ]

You were expecting somebody else.

Not the honorable Mr. Trask, I hope.

Who, then?

Now, come on.

We don't have any secrets in Collinwood.

[ sighs ]

Actually, a Mr. Tate.

[ chuckles ]

No, no.

He's not for you.

He never enjoys himself.

You want someone who knows how to enjoy themselves in life.

[ soft music ]

I started playing that today.

But someone stopped me.

A mad woman.

She said it was your song.

My song?

May I...

Have the pleasure of this next dance, Miss?

[ giggles ]

I shouldn't.

Don't you dance?

I do.

Well then you have no excuses.

It's a lovely melody.

I shall have to think of new words.

Happy words.

So that every time I hear it, I think of you.

Well, don't make them too happy.

Tell me the ones you know now.

All right.

Shadows in the night...

Falling silent.

The echo of the past.

Falling to me.

Haunting memory.

Veiled in the misty clouds.

TRASK: Miss Harris!

You...

You must blame me.

I was initiating Miss Harris into the rites

of the moon worshipers.

I will not hear such talk.

You will leave the room.

- Why don't you? - You will leave.

Please.

And let him lecture you for the next hour?

If you will not accommodate me,

perhaps you will this poor girl.

Until tomorrow.

That is not necessary.

Who are you to say?

You will have the strength to fight your weaknesses!

I will see to it.

You will never be alone in a room

with Quentin Collins again.

Never, do you understand?

Never!

[ soft music ]

[ sighs ] Something is missing.

Something else should be on that table.

A vase.

Yes.

A tall vase.

There, much better.

[ soft music ]

[ horrified whisper ] Oh no.

No.

[ intense music ]

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