358 - November 8, 1967

[bunniefuu]

[Dr. Hoffman narrating] - A light still burns in the great house of Collinwood,

a light, perhaps, to keep away the fears,

which destroy the peacefulness of those sleeping there.

But all do not sleep.

For some, night is as day.

For evil keeps no set business hours

and plans devised before dawn

can bring horror and death at dusk.

[thunder rumbling]

- Oh, Barnabas!

I saw it, Hoffman's notebook!

I did! - Where?

In her hands.

She had taken it from the clock.

- The clock? What clock?

- The large clock in the foyer at Collinwood.

- Well, you seized the notebook, of course?

- I - couldn't! - Why not?

- This lawyer came in.

- What lawyer?

- Some stranger who came to see Roger,

and Julia, I - I tried to stop her!

- What did she do?

- She forced him to take her into town.

- You let this happen!?

You let this lawyer know about me?

- Barnabas, don't look at me that way.

Please!

No!

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- You let Hoffman tell this lawyer about me?

She spent five minutes in the car with him.

She had never seen him before.

- What is his name?

- Peterson.

He -- he's just starting his practice.

- Well, lawyer Peterson is at the end of a very short career.

- He - he - he doesn't know about you.

I'm positive.

The book was locked. I saw it on his desk.

- You were in his office?

- Yes. I followed them in there.

She was there, of course, but not for very long.

When she left, I - I went in.

I made some ridiculous excuse.

But from the way he acted,

I would swear that he knows nothing.

I saw him put the notebook in a safe.

- What kind of safe?

- A regular office safe.

Afterwards, we talked about Julia.

I told him that she was mad.

That she imagines people are against her.

Where are you going?

- We are going to drive to his office.

- Barnabas, you can't take that chance.

- Do you think that I'm going to let a black box

interfere with me?

- You're right.

You have no time.

- The hours, the dark hours I have wasted tonight.

Now the dawn and the light

that I want to see so much and cannot.

Very well then, it's up to you.

But go now, please.

- Barnabas!

I - I can't break into a safe.

I - I - I can try to get the combination for you, today.

- How?

- I don't know.

- He is young, this man, of course.

Is he attractive?

- He is rude and violent and -

and, yes, he is attractive.

- Then you won't mind what you must do.

- No, I won't mind what I must do.

- Good.

But quickly.

Hoffman won't waste much time deciding that she trusts him.

I know her so well,

so well that I failed to see a fascinating possibility,

an alternative solution for Dr. Hoffman.

I have my work to do and you have yours.

- Barnabas, what are you talking about?

Suppose Dr. Hoffman decides to speak,

to tell everything she knows about me,

how can we make sure that no one believes her?

- I - I don't know.

- You should. You gave me the clue.

You told the lawyer that - that she imagines things

and you're right,

but she must imagine much, much more.

You say that she thinks people are against her.

They will be,

those alive as well as those who are dead.

Perhaps she will even end up in a hospital,

oh, not hers, of course, in a home for the insane.

Then who will believe what she might say?

She will simply be called mad.

A hypodermic needle.

And empty serum bottle

or what the cheaper tabloids refer to as

macabre mementos.

Hoffman saw this in the doctor's body.

She will remember it well.

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- I need this.

Don't take me so literally.

I - I forget about you.

- That's hard to believe.

You see me three times in your life,

all in the last hours,

two of those times, you've tracked me down.

- Is there no gallantry left, Mr. Peterson?

- Why were you in the courthouse just now

and why did you come to my office last night?

- I go where I feel like going.

- You could get into trouble trailing strange guys.

- You've already told me I liked trouble.

- You need a job from to , responsibility.

- Here we go,

Mr. Peterson's famous condemnation

of the decadent rich.

- Well, I look at you and --

- And you don't even see me,

just a sign flashing Carolyn Collins Stoddard.

Well, it's true.

Will you try something?

Close your eyes.

- I don't like games.

- Why?

Do you always play badly?

- All right.

- Forget my name and what I look like.

You are on a bus to Bangor.

You have been asleep.

You awake during a stop

and a stranger sits down beside you.

You open your eyes and turn.

- Wow!

- You see?

- Okay, you're pretty, but we're not on a bus.

Now finish your drink.

- I - I've had enough.

- I'm sorry.

Listen, I have to drive up to Deer Point to drop off a lease.

I'll buy you dinner at the inn there if you like.

- No.

No, thank you.

- Oh, playtime is over, huh?

I can be stuffed back into the toy box.

- I don't play with toys.

- Just people?

Just me, huh?

Would you bother with me if Julia Hoffman weren't my client?

- It's a good thing you're lawyer.

- Yeah?

- You'd make a lousy detective.

- I - I have a cousin I have to see.

I'll be with him tonight until ,

but call me then.

Perhaps we can meet.

- What do you want from me?

- Why do you have so much trouble accepting the fact

that you're terribly attractive?

Until .

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[clock chiming]

- Good evening, Julia. - Good evening, Carolyn.

- Mother was just asking if you would be in for dinner.

- I'm just going up to change.

- You really should have let me drive you into town.

- I don't care to discuss it. - Nothing will stop Barnabas

from getting that notebook.

- Excuse me!

- c*ck is in a half-hour.

Don't be late.

[door closes]

- No...

No...

[thinking] It's not the same one!

I burned it!

I threw it in the fire myself.

No one could have gotten it.

It is the one.

But who? Dave?

No. No!

Dave Woodard is dead.

Dave Woodard is dead.

Why can't you think clearly?

There is an explanation, a logical one.

But nothing is logical here.

This has got to be a trick, to frighten me.

Ah, Barnabas!

He took it from the fire!

He kept it and --

Carolyn.

Carolyn put it here!

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- You are rushing me, Mr. Peterson.

[Mr. Peterson] - All I've said is hello.

- Well I - I've never gotten a long distance call

from Deer Point.

- Look, let me just say what I want to.

[Carolyn] - Hmm. Don't you always?

- I'm not calling you tonight at .

- Oh.

- If you see me, it will be when I ask you,

and I'm about to ask you for the last time.

Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?

- Yes.

Yes, I -- I would like that.

- I want to talk with you.

- I'm busy now, obviously.

Maybe later.

- Now!

- How dare you!

- How dare you!

- Excess equipment, Doctor?

- You know what these are!

- Wouldn't anyone?

- You - you put them in my room!

- Don't doctors always carry them?

- Barnabas made you do it.

But that's - that's no excuse!

- Why do these upset you so?

- Because - you know!

Why - why don't you leave me alone?

Isn't it enough that I remember?

Isn't it?

- Control yourself, Julia, you must!

It's almost dinner time and you haven't even changed.

Really, Julia, when you're with us,

you must live by our rules.

♪♪

- Barnabas?

Barnabas?

What are you doing?

- A ritual, I suppose you would call it,

an experiment of sorts.

Well, you have interrupted me.

- I - I had to tell you about Julia.

She was so upset, she never even came down for dinner.

Well, perhaps the estimable doctor

was resting from her shock.

She will need that rest.

She will have no more tonight.

What's going to happen?

An Indian I knew in Barbados long ago

taught me the secrets that he used

when he needed enormous power.

A brilliant man.

His tongue, he said, spoke into the ears of the gods.

It was true.

But society, my dear Carolyn,

seldom is kind to one as privileged as he.

He was jailed and tried as a warlock.

A male witch, my poor uneducated child.

Of course, he was sentenced.

- And was he k*lled?

- When the soldiers came to hang him,

the cell was empty.

- He escaped? - Yes.

You see, the gods told him

the secret magic number of the universe,

the number, which unlocks all the rules

that bind you mortals to your daily dull lives.

The number is whispered so deeply into the soul

that no one can remember it without using the magic.

- Oh, Barnabas, really?

- Do you doubt what I tell you?

- Well, no one believes in magic numbers.

The next thing you will be telling me,

you can conjure up a ghost.

- No, no, no, no,

although there is one that I live to see.

The power that the Indian gave me is the ability

to plant a germ in someone else's mind and then,

of course, to watch the disease spread.

- Barnabas, perhaps I had better be going.

- No. You mustn't, my dear Carolyn.

You are a witness.

You will no longer doubt magic.

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Now, I am ready.

[whispering to self]

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[whoosh]

- Huh!

Barnabas!

Barnabas!

♪♪

[whoosh]

- Who -- who's there?

- Julia!

Why did you k*ll me?

- Dave!?

- We were friends, Julia.

The mind never forgets the death it causes.

As a doctor, you know that.

- I - I didn't k*ll you.

- You did, Julia.

- No, he -- he - he k*lled you!

- It was you!

- No, no...

- I will never let you forget.

Never!

Never!

Never!

[bat squeaking]

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