732 - April 14, 1969

[bunniefuu]

[Laura narrating] - Collinwood in the year ,

where a woman has just appeared from far away,

she is Laura Collins, Edward's wife,

and the sight of her fills one person at Collinwood

with a chilling fear.

For far away, in another country,

Quentin Collins saw Laura die.

- Angelique.

Angelique, you made me a promise

and you owe it to me to keep it.

I helped you. Now, you must help me.

Do you hear?

- Have you taken to talking to yourself, Quentin.

That's a bad habit. - What are you doing here?

- But didn't Edward tell you that I'll be staying here?

- You're dead.

- Hmm, you've been drinking again.

- I saw you die in Alexandria.

- No. - I saw it.

- You imagined it. - I didn't imagine it.

You're dead, aren't you? Aren't you? Answer me.

- How can I answer a question like that?

- All right. Then I'll have to find the answer for myself.

- Quentin! Quentin, you're hurting me.

Let me go. - Hurting you?

Dear Laura, I'm going to do far more than hurt you.

If you're not dead now, you're going to be very soon.

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- Quentin, don't, you can't.

Quentin.

- What are you - doing to me?

- What do you mean?

- It's a pain sh**ting through my body like fire.

- I'm not doing anything.

- Yes - yes, you are.

- Anger, Quentin.

It's the great shortener of life,

heats the blood,

puts a great strain on the heart.

- You're doing it.

You did something terrible to me.

I'm standing at this safe distance.

If I come any closer, you might try to k*ll me again.

- I'm not going to k*ll you.

You're dead already.

- Quentin, the pressure must be very great on your brain.

- Help me.

- What did you say?

- Help me.

- Oh, how do you suggest I do that?

- Laura, help me.

Whatever it is you're doing to me.

- Quentin, I told you before,

I am doing nothing to you

except enjoying the sight of you reaping the rewards

of a wretched well-spent life.

- Help me. I beg you.

- Beg?

How does it feel to beg, Quentin?

How does it feel to suffer?

- I don't want to die.

- Do you think I wanted to die in Alexandria

when the fire priest dragged me

to the sacrificial alter screaming.

Quentin, I cried, "Help me, Quentin!"

Quentin?

Quentin, are you still conscious?

Can you hear me?

- Yes, I hear you.

- Good because I'm not quite finished with my story.

I remember the priest dragging me to the flames,

dragging me to the flames.

"Why are you crying to Quentin for help", he asked.

"Who do you think betrayed you?"

"Who do you think betrayed you?"

- I had to otherwise --

- Otherwise, they would have k*lled you, yes.

Yes, I finally understood that

and the death you ran away from in Alexandria

finally caught up with you right here in Collinwood.

Well, good bye, Quentin.

Enjoy your rendezvous.

Dying is not so bad, Quentin.

Won't you get used to the idea?

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- But you know you that's not true.

- No.

No, Reverend Trask, please.

I don't want you to talk to Mrs. Collins

or to anyone else.

I just need a little more time to work it out

in my own mind.

Yes, I remember what you've taught me and I --

Oh!

Barnabas, he is going to be furious with me

for hanging up on him.

- You didn't. I did.

If he makes you so unhappy, Rachel,

don't talk to him.

- I have to, Barnabas.

There's still unfinished business between us.

- What do you mean?

- He claims that I am a thief.

Barnabas, I was sent to that school

when I was still very young.

Trask taught me the rules of decent conduct

in exchange for that I promised that I will stay on

the school for another five years as a teacher

to repay that goodness.

But let me tell you about their goodness, Barnabas.

It consists of torturing little children,

of twisting their minds with fear

and torturing their bodies with discipline.

It's always discipline, of course.

Then something that they assured the children

will hurt them more it does a child.

- How horrible this must be for you.

- No, Barnabas. I managed to get through that

until I became a teacher.

Then if I showed them any kindness or -

or I was even human to them,

the Reverend Trask would scream at me.

"Rachel Drummond, you're destroying that child's soul

with your indulgence."

"If I must, I will destroy their souls -

their bodies, to save their souls."

I ran away

but Trask was keeping my wages for me.

And before I left, I took them.

That's what they call theft.

- It wasn't theft. That was your own money.

- Unfortunately, there is no way I can prove that.

Barnabas, do you think I have any chance

against the Trask's?

- I'm sorry - what did you say?

- Barnabas, for once,

I want not to be frightened of them.

- You needn't be frightened of them ever again.

- Barnabas, what should I do?

Are you all right?

You suddenly seemed so far away?

- We have a great deal to talk about it,

but we'll talk about it later.

But for now, I'm sorry. I must go.

- But I --

- Well, you certainly took your time.

- I knew you'd be up to --

Is he dead?

- He is close, Barnabas, very close.

The world will be much better off without him,

but you won't, will you, Barnabas?

- But you know he is not supposed to die this way.

- He will die anyway I want him to die

unless you come to your senses.

- What do you mean?

- Oh, Barnabas, stop fighting me.

You and I were meant to be together,

you and I,

and no other woman is ever going to have you,

including Rachel.

Do you understand?

- I can't help but understand

when you threatened me with Quentin's death.

- It's just as I care so much for you,

so very much

that I would k*ll anyone to have you.

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- You're always talking of hurting and k*lling.

Is that your only way of proving your power over people?

- Barnabas, I don't want power over people.

- So you've changed?

- I'll be sweet and gentle and tender

if that's the kind of woman you want your wife to be.

I'm prepared to make a bargain with you, Barnabas.

Quentin Collins will not die now

as he so easily he could.

No, he'll be permitted to go on

with his rather sorted existence

until the right moment.

If you will let me assume my proper position

as Mrs. Barnabas Collins.

- Mrs. Barnabas Collins.

- How nice that sounds.

I won't - I won't force you to introduce me

as your wife immediately.

For the moment, I'll just be your fiancé,

the woman you love.

Will you let Quentin Collin rise?

- Yes, of course, I will.

I did it before, you know. - You?

- You used that ridiculous Trask

in his fervent and frantic prayers but

he would never have gotten very far without me.

- I should have known.

- Simply my way of getting you to notice me.

The ideal life with you --

- Is it so bad?

Is it so bad that you will allow yourself to fail

in everything you came here to do.

Will let young David Collins die?

The possessor and the possessed

are one, Barnabas, you know that.

If one dies -- - The other dies.

- Right now, David Collins is in his room

as close to death as Quentin is.

- If -- - When Quentin lives --

- If Quentin lives.

- I sense change in your attitude.

Is it possible that you are in acceptance of my term?

- All right then so be it

but make Quentin rise.

- Now?

No. Oh, no.

I think it will be much more impressive

if it were done by Barnabas Collins' fiancé.

I'll be so much more concerned about the health

of my own family.

- Mrs. Collins? - Yes.

- I'm Rachel Drummond, the governess.

- How do you do?

- I've been looking forward to meeting you for so long.

I'm just terribly sorry it happened

under the circumstances.

- Well, what do you mean?

- With what's happened to the children.

- Well, what's happened to the children?

- They're upstairs. - No, they're not.

- Oh, they must be. - No.

They were sent to Reverend Trask's school

less than an hour ago.

You must get them out of there.

- Edward.

Edward, if you think you can get away with this.

You can't - if you think taking the children -

- Mrs. Collins, what's the matter?

Are you all right?

- Leave me alone. - But you need help.

- Yes. Yes.

I need help but not from you.

[thinking] Great sun god, Ra,

bearer of warmth and fire,

grant your daughter the gift of life.

Fill her veins with fire.

Hear me I pray to you.

Without you, I cannot live.

[clock chiming]

[knocking on door]

- Oh, Barnabas, I wanted to talk to you and --

Barnabas, aren't you going to introduce me?

- Yes. This is Miss Rachel Drummond.

- Miss Drummond, Rachel, how do you do?

I'm --

A setting is elegant, as this one,

somehow demands that we recognize all the formalities.

Barnabas, would you introduce me, please.

- This is Angelique.

- Angelique.

I'm sure Rachel is wondering who Angelique is

as well she might be.

Go on, Barnabas, tell her who I am.

- Angelique is... my fiancé.

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- This is such a beautiful house.

Perhaps Rachel would be kind enough to show me around.

- I'm - I'm sorry but I don't think that's possible.

- Oh, forgive me.

It was presumptuous of me to ask you.

It's just that I have an immediate reaction to people

and I have a feeling that you and I

have great deal in common.

- Excuse me.

- She doesn't have the best manners, does she?

- Do you?

Pretending to be her friend.

- I only said Rachel and I

have a great deal in common

and I think we do, Barnabas.

- You and I have something in common, too, Angelique.

- What is that? - Quentin Collins.

- Of course. I've almost forgotten.

- Make Quentin rise.

- I will.

I will.

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[water trickling]

- Oh. - Did I surprise you?

- Barnabas, you - you seemed to be full of surprises.

I just feel so foolish having assumed that we were friends.

We'll always be friends

but perhaps soon I'll be able to offer you more.

- Now, I don't think that's the way a man should talk

which has welcomed a newly arrived fiancé.

- No, it isn't or under ordinary circumstances but,

well, these are special circumstances.

You see she is here for a reason.

- Barnabas, the reason is obvious.

You want to marry her.

- It seems that way

but in the same way as your reverend,

the Reverend Trask talks about goodness

and practiced only badness

so sometimes things aren't as what they seemed.

You see sometimes the truth fully comes of time and trust.

Do you still trust me?

- I don't know, Barnabas.

I just don't know.

- Quentin Collins

return from the dark borderline of death.

Return to the land of the living.

Return, Quentin.

Return.

- What happened?

- Your - your health is rather shaky these days.

- No.

No, she did it to me. - Who?

- Laura Collins.

- No. You're wrong. I did it, Quentin.

I was forced to do it

by my feelings for Barnabas Collins.

What do you have to do with him?

- A great deal.

You see, Barnabas and I are engaged.

- But aren't you a rather odd choice

for Cousin Barnabas' bride-to-be?

- Why don't you just congratulate me

and let it go at that? - No.

I think there's more to it than that.

- Well, goodbye, Quentin. - Wait a minute.

- Don't you ever do that to me

or you'll find yourself beyond the borderline of death.

- I - I only wanted to ask you a small favor.

- Yes, what is it?

- I want you to get rid of Laura.

- It's the last thing I'll ask.

- Get rid of Laura?

It sure is one of your talent. - k*ll her, of course,

if that's was all there was to it.

- What do you mean?

- I'm not quite sure but maybe you can tell me.

- The fire in Alexandria,

no one could have survived that.

Could she? - I don't think so.

- And yet she is here now. - She is here. She is here.

Please, please, Angelique.

Help me find the answer.

- I see a urn.

Inside of the urn, there's a flame.

The flame is life.

Her life.

When the flame is extinguished, her life is over.

Nothing is left but darkness.

The darkness of death.

- If I find the urn with the flame in it,

where is it?

Tell me.

You asked for one last favor, Quentin,

and you got it.

That's all. You find the urn.

Find it yourself, and when you find it,

put out the flame.

- And be rid of her. - Hmm-hmm.

Forever.

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