993 - April 14, 1970

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[eerie music]

NARRATOR:Night has returned to Collinwood,

but this is the Collinwood that exists

in another, parallel time,

where people have made other choices.

Here, Barnabas Collins lies,

chained in his own coffin,

unaware that a drama is unfolding

where all distinctions are lost

between the living and the dead.

[woman screams]

What is it, what happened?

[sobbing]

Angelique!

She's here, a spirit!

Look!

[light piano music]

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[light piano music]

It must be Angelique.

It must be, I know it is!

I don't believe it.

It can't happen!

I can't believe it either, but it's true!

Are you sure?

You're sure it was Angelique?

As sure as I can be of anything.

I came into the room, Quentin,

and there was a fragrance.

I remembered it from long ago.

It was Angelique's favorite perfume.

I thought it was my imagination,

but it didn't go away!

So, I decided to try to write some letters

to some friends in Florence.

Slowly, as I was writing, I began to feel...

Something, I can't describe it.

A presence.

So, I kept trying to write,

but the feeling began to grow

and grow, until I...

Oh!

What is it?

This bracelet was hers, wasn't it?

Yes.

I gave it to her myself.

She always used to take it off before playing.

Oh, Quentin, it must be her.

And now I know why her spirit is not at rest.

Sabrina kept saying during the seance,

"m*rder, m*rder."

How can a m*rder*d spirit be at rest

until the m*rder*r has been found?

I know you're reluctant to believe in spirits,

well, so am I, but some of these things can't be ignored.

Like the seance, and the music.

Well, I know I've done nothing

more about Angelique's death,

but it's simply because I didn't know

what more could be done.

Should I call in the authorities?

- Have the body exhumed, what? - No, no!

They'd laugh at us, they'd

think we were being hysterical.

No, we have to find out for ourselves.

Yes, but how, and what?

Suppose Angelique or

- somebody else is-- - Someone else?

No, it can't be someone else.

It must be, I'm sure of it.

But the only reason it's so confusing is that

she lacks the power to tell us more.

Yes, I suppose you're right.

But there's so much we don't know.

So very much.

[eerie music]

[knocking]

Who is it?

MR. GLADSTONE:It's Mr. Gladstone, Miss Stuart.

Mr. Gladstone?

I'm sorry, Dr. Longworth isn't here,

you'll have to come back tomorrow.

But I promised him faithfully

I'd make this delivery tonight.

He seemed most anxious.

Oh, I see.

He didn't mention that you'd be coming.

Well, I trust that he doesn't mention me

or the experiment very often.

As you know, Dr. Longworth does not

waste any time in discussion,

now, if you'll just give me this--

Now, Miss Stuart!

Your ring, your engagement ring,

you're not-- If you would just

give me the chemicals, I'll gladly sign for them.

And I trust there's no difficulty

between you and the good Dr. Longworth.

I am extremely busy.

Would you please give me the chemicals?

As uncommunicative as the doctor, eh?

Well, it's none of my business, I suppose.

Do you have a receipt

that you would like me to sign?

Now, surely you know my policy by now, Miss Stuart.

Only the doctor can sign for it.

And you have been repeatedly told

that I have the authority to sign.

And I have told you and the doctor

repeatedly, that only he can sign.

If you are doing this

just in order to question Dr. Longworth,

I suggest you save yourself the time and trouble.

He will discuss it with no one.

I'll wait, Miss Stewart.

Don't you worry about me.

I'll just wait.

I'm probably being silly,

but you do understand, don't you?

We have many rooms at Collinworth,

and there's no reason for you to stay in this one

if it disturbs you.

Just for tonight.

For tonight, I really prefer to sleep elsewhere.

Well, yes, I understand.

I'll show you one of the rooms.

Oh, thank you.

I'm sorry to be so much trouble.

[Chuckles] If there's any trouble,

you hardly caused any of it.

I'm so sorry you've had to bear so much of it.

Well, as long as you're here to share it with me,

I really don't mind.

Come, I'll show you one of the rooms.

I hope you're comfortable there.

Oh, I hope I will be, too.

What is it?

Oh, it's nothing.

[gasps]

Well, now, there's something wrong, now.

What is it?

Oh, don't you feel it?

QUENTIN: Feel what?

There's something...

Someone following us.

QUENTIN: Someone following?

Yes!

Everything is going to be alright, then.

Come, this is the room.

Perhaps you'd rather

stay downstairs for a while.

No, I'll come down in a minute.

I am determined not to let this upset me.

You'll be alright.

Yes, I'm sure I will be.

[dramatic music sting]

I kept you waiting long?

Not at all, Miss Stuart was most diverting.

DR. LONGWORTH: I must tell you how much

I appreciate your full cooperation.

I doubt very much whether you appreciate it,

but then, I'm not doing it for your appreciation.

Yes, of course.

Now, about the difficulty.

Oh, yes.

Sabrina, I think I'll be working later than I thought.

Could you rustle us up some coffee?

You're working late?

But you said that you would--

Well, yes, I know,

but I changed my mind.

I'd love some coffee.

Of course.

- Now, about the-- - Mr. Gladstone,

I must warn you, you are not to discuss our

transaction in front of anybody.

Including Miss Stewart?

Including everybody and anybody.

Now, what is this about this difficulty?

I checked and rechecked the synthesis.

There was a very minor impurity in it,

but it was so minor that I

can't believe that it would cause anything

as extreme as amnesia,

but then, you see, I know so little of your work,

perhaps if you could tell me more.

Yes, but you say there was an impurity?

MR. GLADSTONE: Infinitesimal.

Could be enough.

It could be enough!

Because the chemical balance I'm after

is extremely delicate.

If only I could know

how you were using this synthesis.

I'm sorry, Mr. Gladstone,

but I don't discuss my work with anybody.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

On whom or what

were you performing the experiment?

How did you measure its effects?

Sir Gladstone, I can not

discuss this with anybody.

Now, you must leave immediately.

I said immediately, Mr. Gladstone.

And also, you must take safeguards

against any impurities

or unbalances within the synthesis,

and I have indicated how important

and delicate this chemical is.

Yes, Dr. Longworth, I think you've

indicated that much.

Good night.

I'll see you soon.

Very soon.

Meanwhile,

you have the best of my good wishes.

[door shuts and locks]

Thank you, darling.

You're not really going to work late, are you?

There's so much to do.

How can you work when

you're walking in your sleep half the time?

You never get any rest.

Rest?

I neither need it, nor do I want it.

I heard Mr. Gladstone say

that there was some

difficulty in the experiment.

There's nothing to worry about.

Well, I don't know what the difficulty might be,

but it could be a general lack of rest.

Cyrus, I have seen your hands shake

more than once, lately.

Now, when I speak about sleep and rest,

I'm really talking about your work.

Well, if I go upstairs and rest,

will you be sure to wake me in half an hour?

No.

Sabrina!

You have to stay there at least one hour.

That'll give me time to clean up

and reheat your coffee.

I forgot all about the coffee.

Sorry, coffee break

is in exactly one hour.

Whatever you say.

[knocking]

Dr. Longworth isn't here,

and even if he were...

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was someone else.

Come in.

Sabrina, I'm sorry, I know it's so late,

but I do have to see you.

What is it that you want?

I have to talk to you.

There's some questions I have to ask.

I hope they won't disturb you too much.

What about?

It's about the seance.

I know, I'm sorry,

but there are some things I have to find out.

Last week, when we had the seance,

you kept saying,

"m*rder, m*rder."

Sabrina, tell me what it is you saw.

What did you mean?

It's so difficult to think about,

but it's the first seance that you should

probably know about.

What do you know about that?

Well, I know that a man...

A spirit spoke through you, a man.

He said some things that enraged Quentin about my sister.

Am I right so far?

Yes, that's right.

Something about Bruno,

and then Quentin began strangling Angelique,

and the lights went out.

When the lights came back on,

my sister, Angelique, was dead, is that right?

That's right.

But there was more, wasn't there?

Something else happened while it was dark.

Yes.

And that's what you saw in the second seance?

I began to see it all over again.

Quentin and Angelique in the dark,

the noise and the shouting, and...

And, yes?

There was someone else near Angelique.

Who?

I don't know.

I don't know, it was all so confusing, it was--

Sabrina, you've got to remember.

Who did you see near Angelique?

I tell you, I don't know, I don't know!

I'm sorry, I didn't meant to sound so harsh.

It's alright.

I wish I had seen the person, but I didn't.

Sabrina, you know

that whoever it was near Angelique

must have m*rder*d her.

Why haven't you said anything about this before?

It was all so confusing, and...

Please, please, no more questions.

Alright, I'm sorry.

I just wanted to know for Angelique's sake.

Disturbed spirit, here?

And you believe that?

You?

I could hardly believe my ears when I got your call.

Well, I really don't subscribe

to a belief in the occult.

All that you have to know is

that there does seem to be a restless spirit

here in this house.

Angelique.

You believe that?

Don't you?

I concede the possibility.

And exactly what is it

you want me to do?

Whatever is necessary to rid this house

of whoever or whatever is in it.

That isn't always easy.

QUENTIN: Will you try?

[wind howling]

[screams]

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[screams]

QUENTIN: What happened?

My throat!

Light the lights, quick!

The lights!

[gasping]

QUENTIN: Now, can you tell me what happened?

My throat, a hand,

it tried to choke me!

What tried to choke you?

Now, just try and tell me what happened.

All I can tell you, Quentin Collins,

is that I can do nothing to help you.

But why?

Because the spirit that roams these rooms

will not be driven out.

It will do anything to stay,

and it is powerful.

Believe me, most powerful. Now, there must be something

that can be done!

[gasps]

Look!

What does it mean?

Look inside and see!

Look inside!

What do you see?

Bruno's music.

There's blood on it.

Blood?

There's a note.

Must be tonight.

HANNAH: The note, in whose hand?

I can't make it out, it's printed.

That's all got to mean something.

Bruno, the music, the message.

All I know is I must leave this house.

You mean you can't explain any more of this?

I'm too frightened to try.

Now, you've got to promise me something.

If I can.

You'll mention nothing about this to Bruno.

You think that he is

- implicated in some way? - Will you promise me?

Yes, yes, if I can.

Now please, please, I must go!

Now, you listen.

If you find out any more about this,

you will let me know.

Yes.

But you must try to

expect nothing from me!

Nothing from me at all!

[clock chimes]

I've never seen Hannah Stokes so frightened.

Then we looked at Bruno's music in that drawer,

with the blood all over it.

Quentin, when will we find out the answers

to all these questions?

[phone rings]

Hello?

I have read the cards.

There is danger at Collinwood.

Danger?

What kind of danger?

All I know is danger.

The cards do not lie.

Danger, for all of you!

It was Hannah.

The cards predict danger.

Exactly what, she couldn't say.

I wonder if the spirit isn't Angelique.

Wonder if it's someone else

who could cause great harm?

No, don't say that!

We all should leave Collinwood.

Maybe we all should leave.

No, I can't leave.

I have to find out what's happening.

You go, Quentin, take the others with you,

but I am going to stay here.

QUENTIN VOICEOVER: What if it's not Angelique?

Then who could it be?

And the music, picture of Bruno, the blood.

What does it all mean?

Closed.

I don't remember closing it.

[wind blows]

[door slams]

[light piano music]

Someone's coming.

Someone...

Angelique?

Is it you?

Appear to me, will you?

Appear to me!

No!

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