725 - April 3, 1969

[bunniefuu]

[Quentin narrating] - Collinwood, the year ,

where Barnabas Collins has returned

to save a life in the present.

Barnabas's mission is in jeopardy,

for Quentin has died before his time

and returned as a zombie

and his spirit has inhabited a child.

Now, Barnabas must try desperately to lure the spirit

from the child into the unthinking body.

[knocking on door]

- Judith! Judith!

- Barnabas, what's wrong?

- Is Jamison still up? - Yes. Why?

- Well, I must have him to take with me.

- What's happened? Tell me.

- It's Quentin.

- Quentin is buried.

- No more. - Oh, my God!

- Judith, he walks.

His spirit is in the body of that child.

If we can do something about it,

we can make that spirit leave the child

and back into the body of Quentin.

- What are you talking about?

- It's too difficult to explain.

You will never understand.

You must simply accept it not knowing.

I must have the child.

- No!

- Please, let me have him.

- No, no, I can't. I cannot let you.

- Judith, unless we try,

Quentin will roam this estate for the rest of our lives

and Jamison will - will never be himself again!

Now, Judith, listen to me!

- I can't. I can't.

- Judith, if I don't get back to Quentin

before he gets into that grave,

Jamison will be lost forever!

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Judith, if you let me take Jamison with me,

there's a chance that Quentin may live again as he was.

- What kind of a mad woman do you think I am

to believe all this?

I saw my brother buried. We sealed his grave forever!

Now, you tell me he walks the earth again.

- Then go to the cemetery.

Look at his grave.

You will see him moving,

desperately trying to get back into the grave. - No.

- Let me have Jamison!

Judith, I must have Jamison.

Or else, prepare to know that everyone in Collinsport

will know what's happened here.

- I'll get the child.

If you take him there, won't you be in danger?

Won't he be in danger?

- No more.

- I don't understand.

What is this special power you have over Quentin?

Can you answer that?

- Please, get Jamison.

- Get up!

Get up!

You get up now.

Don't let her do this to you!

- Who, Jamison?

- What did you call me?

- Jamison.

- Jamison is a child, Barnabas, you know that.

- Take his hand, Quentin,

his hand in yours.

- So cold.

- His hand will grow warmer.

- When?

When will it grow warmer?

- Concentrate,

think of how much Quentin wants to live,

think of how much he wants revenge

on whoever did this to him.

- I hate her!

I've always hated her.

- You must use every bit of willpower you have

to bring him back to life.

Spirit, depart from a body in which you have found refuge,

go into your own body,

let the force of life start your heart beating again,

warmth to return to the hand,

movement come to the limbs,

your voice come from your mouth,

with your own eyes see again.

Quentin?

Quentin, please?

- [laughing]

- Jamison!

- I told you not to call me Jamison anymore.

[thinking] - What is happening out there,

at Quentin's grave?

What is happening to all of us?

Until Barnabas arrived, everything seemed the same.

But what has Barnabas to do with it?

Something, something, I'm sure.

He knows too much,

he's involved himself so quickly,

as if he were the center of it.

[knocking on door]

Yes?

- Ms. Collins? - Yes?

- I am the Reverend Gregory Trask,

at your service.

May I come in, please?

- Reverend Trask?

- Oh, come now, Ms. Collins.

I'm sure your brother, Edward, has mentioned me recently.

- Oh, yes, the school. - Yes.

We are honored that your brother is considering sending us

children of your estimable family.

We only hope our school is worthy.

- He's talked to me about it, but he is not here.

He's in Bangor, on business.

- Yes. He stopped to see me on his way there.

He thought it such an urgent matter

that the children be taken from Collinwood

that he suggested that I personally come

and convince you that Worthington Hall

is the place for them.

- Well, that's very kind of you to go to all that trouble.

- I understood there to be some urgency

to the matter, Ms. Collins.

Give me a few moments of your time

and you will learn what an inspiring experience

our school will be for little Jamison and Nora.

May I take off my coat?

- Oh, yes, do.

I must apologize, but I'm - I'm not feeling very well.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- Oh, it's nothing, just - just nerves.

- Peace.

That is what we are all after,

peace within ourselves.

It's so enormously difficult to find.

One must begin with the child,

let the seed of contentment grow,

show the child how to protect himself

from the forces of anarchy,

which exists in all of us.

That is what we attempt to do at Worthington Hall.

Oh, no, I am too modest!

That is what we succeed in doing.

- Jamison.

- Yes, dear sister?

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- Jamison, go to your room now.

- Wait, young man!

- They are coming, Judith.

It has failed.

- You are overly familiar with your elders, young man.

Come here.

I have anticipated meeting you.

- Please, not now.

- Come. Shake my hand.

- Yes, I must behave as the proper Collins' do.

How do you do, sir?

- I am Gregory Trask.

My, what a handsome young fellow you are!

- If you'll excuse me, I must go now.

- Wait. I want to talk with you.

We have much to learn about each other.

- This is not the time.

Jamison.

You said "they're coming"?

- Yes.

Right now.

- I'm very sorry, Reverend Trask,

but I will not be able to discuss this with you tonight.

- One look at the boy, Ms. Collins,

convinces me that your brother is right.

He is disturbed, terribly disturbed.

- I know something must be done, but tomorrow!

- Tomorrow, I shall be back at Worthington Hall.

- Well, I will come and see you then.

- Surely, Ms. Collins, you will let me have a moment

to interview the child privately? - No.

- Oh, Ms. Collins, I - I'm afraid I shall have to give

your brother a very negative report.

- I'm in-charge of this house, not my brother!

I want that clearly understood!

- Well, what a wise man your brother is to leave the house

in such capable hands.

I am much the same.

My wife, Minerva, and my daughter, Charity,

are my right hands.

That is another advantage of our school, Ms. Collins.

- I'm sure all that you say is true, but --

- But surely you will not deny me the opportunity

to interview little Nora and Jamison.

Is my whole trip to have been in vain?

Nora is ill and if you talk to Jamison now,

I - I don't know what your reaction will be.

He is not himself.

I - I know that sounds strange --

- Well, I am used to interviewing children,

Ms. Collins.

May I go to his room?

- Yes.

Yes, I'll show you the way.

- Oh, let me find it myself, please.

I have discovered through years of experience

that in this kind of interview,

a close relative often imposes a certain strain

on what must be a new relationship.

It's the second door on the left,

in the upstairs hallway.

Now, I want you to understand, he's in a strange mood.

Ordinarily, he is not like this.

I wouldn't let you see him if -

if Edward hadn't insisted.

- If I see the problem, Ms. Collins,

I shall know how to solve it.

- Reverend Trask,

you mustn't believe everything he says.

He has an overactive imagination.

Imagination properly channeled, often leads to genius.

- You can't come in here.

- We must. - But you can't.

We have a visitor, someone Edward sent.

- Judith, there is a change.

There is a small pulse beat. There wasn't before.

He must be near Jamison. It is our only hope!

- Jamison is with the visitor.

- Are you willing to let him die again?

- I can't bear to look at him.

Can he hear us?

- I don't know. - What am I going to do?

He'll come downstairs, he'll see him.

This must not be known!

- Judith, I have learned

that nothing could be known for sure.

- This must be kept a secret.

It must! Do you understand?

- Judith, it is not Quentin's fault!

You sound as if it were!

- Well, whose fault is it? It certainly isn't mine.

I know he does things, secret things.

I've seen books in his room,

terrible pamphlets.

Those wands he brought back from the Orient!

He is being punished for his Godless life!

- Whether it is true or not,

it is not solving our problem now.

There is no way to solve it.

No way!

- I must have Jamison down here, Judith.

- We must just wait.

Just wait.

[clock ticking]

[clock chiming]

[Reverend Trask] - This has been a most interesting chat,

young man.

- They're coming. Be quiet.

- He's in this house.

I know.

I can feel his body waiting.

- Jamison, don't talk like that!

- I have always talked like that, dear sister,

or have you forgotten?

- Well, Ms. Collins.

- I don't know what he's told you,

but he is making it up.

He is doing it deliberately

so you won't accept him at your school.

Look at him smiling. He knows he's wrong.

- No, Ms. Collins, he does not know

and for one very good reason,

the boy is possessed!

Where is this uncle he thinks he is,

where, Ms. Collins?

Why won't you let me help you?

Why do you look upon me as a stranger

when all I want to do is to give you the peace I know?

Tell me this tragic story.

Grief is to be shared.

- Cousin Barnabas!

Quentin is in there!

- Trask!

- Do we know each other, sir?

How do you know my name?

- I must have mentioned it.

Barnabas, we must tell the Reverend everything.

Maybe he can help us.

He must!

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- This is beyond belief,

but then, the devil's work always is.

- We are wasting time. - Indeed, sir, we are not!

It was necessary for me to know the true facts

before I could begin!

- Begin, sir?

Begin what?

A humble attempt to end this horrible situation.

- And how do you propose to do it?

- By prayer, sir.

Are you a doubter in the value of prayer?

- I have lived long enough to learn to doubt nothing,

but I have also lived long enough not to expect miracles.

- I am not asking for a miracle, sir.

Indeed, I - I would not expect our Maker

to permit me to accomplish one,

but I must make some effort to end the pain,

the t*rture that I see in this house.

- We must give him a chance.

- Judith.

- Well, I don't understand you.

You were willing to take other chances --

- Indeed, sir?

Perhaps you, sir, know of other ways

and perhaps -- - Indeed, I do not.

- Then why do you object to my efforts?

- Yes. Why do you, Barnabas?

I think that the Reverend Trask deserves an answer.

- I have no answer.

- Ah.

Then, may I begin?

- Yes.

- I will ask you and Mr. Collins to leave the room.

- I would prefer to stay here.

- That is not possible. - Why not?

- Because, sir, I sense in you a spirit

which is alien to my cause.

I am sorry.

Oh, in matters of this kind, I - I must trust my instinct.

I do not believe for one moment, sir,

that the spirit is conscious or that you are aware of it,

but it is there.

- What are you going to do?!

- I am going to make you the boy you are,

the handsome young man you want to be, that is all.

You have nothing to fear.

- What do you know of this man?

- He has a school.

You saw the way he handled the child.

- I don't trust him.

- I want you to kneel.

Kneel!

This poor lost lamb beseeches your help,

a small frail body

possessed by a giant evil force,

leaving the cold dead body of what once was a man.

Have mercy! Have mercy!

The devil has been in these rooms

and he has inhabited the bodies of these two,

and look with favor upon them!

The devil must be vanquished

and driven from them

before he can be driven from this house!

He has taken refuge in their bodies

and is using them against their wills!

Have mercy! Have mercy!

Have mercy, oh, Lord!

- Why do you keep staring at that picture?

- I'm thinking about Barnabas and the time he lived.

- Why?

- There is some connection.

- All I can think about

is what's happening behind those doors.

- All I can think about is

what is happening behind those doors.

- What if he doesn't succeed?

What will we do then?

What if they're going to be this way the rest of their lives?

- [Jamison] Ahh! - Barnabas!

- Do not come in!

You would only aid the devil's work!

[Jamison] - Ahh!

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