810 - July 31, 1969

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NARRATOR:A long morning is ending at Collinwood,

and a young girl who was attacked by the werewolf

is dead,

but not before Charity Trask has learned a terrible truth

about Quentin Collins--

a truth that Quentin knows he must keep her

from telling to anyone, no matter what the cost.

Operator, I want the police, please.

Yes, the police as quickly as possible.

Hello, police?

I want to report an attack.

Yes, would you send someone here, it's--

Quentin!

Why call them, Charity?

My father told me!

She's going to tell them nothing now.

What do you mean?

She's dead.

Dead?

You k*lled her?

You k*lled her!

I'm going to tell!

I'm going to tell father everything, everything!

[ sobbing ]

Let me out!

Quentin, let me out of here!

Why Charity?

Are you afraid to be locked in alone with a beast,

a m*rder*r, a creature of the supernatural?

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Don't you come near me.

I'm not afraid of you.

Lying's a sin, Charity.

m*rder is a far worse sin, Quentin, and you've m*rder*d.

Not only that girl upstairs, but poor Dorcas Trilling.

You don't have to remind me.

Then why do you go on?

I can't help myself.

Then you should be locked away.

And you're the one that's going to do it?

Father is.

Father can see that you're turned over to the police.

No, I don't think your father will be the one that sees

that I'm turned over to the police.

If you come near me I'll scream, Quentin.

Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you,

and you're not going to scream.

Now sit down, we're going to talk.

I don't want to talk--

I said sit down!

Now, you've been working hard enough

for this moment, Charity.

And now we're close enough that I can put my arm around you.

Close enough so that I can kiss you.

Now, you've been wanting that for a long time, haven't you?

How dare you say that.

You know the truth now, Charity.

Everything is different.

I told you I couldn't help what I did.

That's no excuse, you did it!

All right, Charity.

If there's no excuse for m*rder when you

don't know what you're doing, what excuse is there

when a man coldly plots with someone else

to m*rder his wife?

Where did you get this?

Never mind, the important thing is I have it.

It's impossible.

Why?

Father burned it,

and when it reappeared he tore it up.

Well, if I had any doubts about the truth

of this confession, I certainly have none now.

So Reverend Trask has had his encounter with the truth.

That's not true.

Why did he sign it?

Father didn't sign this,

this wicked thing knowingly.

He was tricked into it by an enemy.

Well, I would like to meet the enemy capable

of tricking Gregory Trask.

I hope you never do.

It's Satan.

Satan?

Yes.

Satan is determined to take over Collinwood,

and father is the only one who can stand up to him.

Because father wants Collinwood all for himself.

Father wants only to help you.

All of you.

Quentin, please let father help you.

How, by letting him cart me off to jail?

You must give me that.

No, no, no, no.

Not a chance, Charity.

If you don't, you'll be doing the devil's work.

Then it's the devil's work I'll do if it means

keeping you quiet.

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

If I tell father about you...

Then I'll tell the police about father.

[ chuckling ] Sweet and simple.

Now, Charity, I may hang for m*rder,

but your father will be dancing at the end of a rope, too.

But he's innocent!

Tim Shaw m*rder*d my mother, I know that.

Try telling that to the police,

when they have this in their hands.

Now, Charity, what are we going to do?

Are we both going to keep quiet,

or are we both going to tell our story?

If I keep quiet,

I'll be guilty of m*rder too.

Why?

When the next full moon rises,

and you become what you are,

you'll k*ll again, won't you?

I don't know that I will.

But you don't know that you won't,

and if there's a poor girl in the woods

or another Dorcas Trilling,

I'll have helped you k*ll her by keeping quiet.

Charity, if you talk, Evan Hanley, myself

and your father will die.

But if you keep quiet there's a chance, a small chance,

but still a chance that I may be cured

by the time the next full moon rolls around.

And this whole nightmare will be over.

I don't know what to do.

There'll be no more victims.

I would like to go

and pray for guidance.

All right, you go and pray.

But if you feel guided to your father,

remember this paper I have in my pocket.

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Did you send for me so there would be

two of us to admire you?

Be quiet, gypsy, I have to talk to you.

What about?

Tonight, when Barnabas rises from his resting place,

I want to make sure you do nothing.

I don't understand.

[ sighing ]

Then let me explain it to you.

Tonight, when you see Barnabas, make sure that

you're, as always, the perfect servant,

loyal friend, and trusty confidant.

There must be nothing to make him suspect that things

have changed since he left last night.

Of course, I don't say nothing,

but Barnabas, he ain't easy to fool.

Then you'd better use every ounce of your gypsy cunning

if you want to stay alive.

And what will you use?

I don't understand.

Then let me explain it to you.

I got my gypsy cunning, and what do you have

to protect you from Mr. Barnabas, huh?

Well, this has protected me in the past,

and it'll protect me from any powers

your Mr. Barnabas possesses.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah, it's beautiful.

But its beauty is really in its strength,

and what it makes the person who wears it.

It can do anything.

All right, we've both got something to protect us.

I go now.

Wait a minute.

There's one more thing.

What?

The hand, I want the hand.

Tim Shaw, he has it.

Then you'd better find Tim Shaw.

Oh, he's somewhere.

He hasn't just vanished from the Earth.

Maybe he's got a different face now.

Maybe something worse than that has happened to him.

Maybe the hand has done something more evil by now, huh?

Gypsy, if you think that you know anything

about this hand you flatter yourself.

Well if you understand it so well, you go find it.

Right now we...

I cannot.

That's why I have to rely on people like you.

Why?

That's none of your business.

Your business is to find the hand before time runs out.

Before time runs out, for who?

For Quentin? For me?

Before time runs out for who?

[ gasps ] You mean when Petofi comes back.

When will that be?

Gypsy, don't waste your breath asking me questions.

Ask someone who can help you find Tim Shaw.

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[ knocking at door ]

Mrs. Fillmore, what are you doing here?

You must come at once.

It's Lenore.

What's the matter?

I don't know. This morning she was fine.

Then, all of a sudden, she developed a high fever

and now she's in a coma.

I've only seen it like once before.

When your little boy fell sick.

What'd the doctor say?

MRS FILLMORE: He's with her now.

All right, you go on back, Mrs. Fillmore.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to try to find somebody

that may be able to help.

Now please, hurry.

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[ knocking at door ]

[ knocking at door ]

What are you doing here?

Can I come in?

My father does not like you here.

But I am here.

You're entertaining someone, huh?

No, I'm quite alone.

I smell brandy.

Oh, I was having some brandy filled chocolates.

Someone sent them to Judith for Christmas.

Chocolates?

Then I had a small glass of brandy.

A very small glass.

Why are you asking?

I ain't asking, you're telling me.

What am I telling you?

That the man has made you unhappy.

No, no, that's not it.

Then why would a lady like you

open the bottle of brandy, huh?

It's just being in this house.

If only Mama had not died, we wouldn't be here.

I hate it.

When I was a little girl, I dreamt of the day

when I would be married and move into a house like this.

Now I wish I never had seen Collinwood.

Changes are very strange.

You wanted to be in a big house,

and now you don't want to be here no more.

You wanted a man and now he is far away.

What man?

Tim Shaw.

You were supposed to marry him.

Tim Shaw, if he were back here...

Magda, if I wanted Tim Shaw back here

could you find him for me?

You want me to find him?

Could you find out where he is in the cards?

I could try.

You'd have to answer some questions.

What do you want to know?

Oh, does he have a family?

No, no, he was an orphan.

My ma and father were the only family he had.

Is there any other place he wanted to go?

Any place he ever talked about going?

No, I don't think so.

Wait, he always talked about going to San Francisco.

He and Steven Simmons used to always say

they would go to San Francisco when they grew up.

Who's Steven Simmons?

He was Tim's best friend.

They went to school together.

Oh, where is he now?

He's working in a bank in Worcester.

He sent me a Christmas card.

Do you have his address?

If I have, it's upstairs in my room.

Why do you need an address to read the cards?

You want him back?

You go get the address and leave the gypsy magic to me.

If Tim does come back he will have to tell

the truth, won't he?

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How did you hear?

Hear what?

The news about my daughter.

[ gasps ] She's dead?

She's dying...

With the same thing as my boy.

Because she has gypsy blood.

Because Magda Rokosi loved her, oh!

She cannot die.

If she dies, then Barnabas says that the future is dead too.

I don't care about the future.

I only care about my daughter.

The doctor's with her now.

Ah, the doctor can do nothing.

Maybe...

What?

Maybe there,

there is something.

The pendant, you know the pendant,

the pendant that Aristede wears?

QUENTIN: What about it?

That pendant is very powerful.

It protects him from Barnabas and from Angelique.

Maybe that pendant could be powerful enough

to protect the baby from Julianka.

Then we must get it right away.

If I only knew where Aristede was.

Oh, I know.

Yes, he is in that old abandoned building

at the end of North Road.

Yeah, the pendant may work.

It must.

But Quentin, Quentin be careful.

He's very dangerous when he has that pendant.

I'll get it from him.

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[ door shutting ]

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No, Mr. Collins.

You can't surprise me, not even when I'm sleeping.

Give me that pendant.

I'll never give you this.

This pendant protects me from witches, warlocks,

and unnatural spirits.

How does it do against flesh and blood, Aristede?

For flesh and blood, I have The Dancing Lady.

Then let her dance, Aristede, let her dance.

[ men grunting ]

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Pray God, there's still time.

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MAGDA: Quentin! How is she?

No change.

Is the doctor here?

Come and gone.

He says there's nothing more he can do.

Nothing anyone can do.

Mr. Collins, are you all right?

I'm all right, Mrs. Fillmore, now please go.

[ door shutting ]

Wait, wait a minute.

What's the matter?

Maybe it'll hurt her.

Maybe it's an evil thing.

We don't have time to hesitate, Magda.

We've got to do it no matter what happens.

You're right.

Do it, go on.

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Nothing is happening.

No change in color or breathing.

[ sighs ]

Not better, she will die.

She will die because of Julianka's curse.

It will k*ll her, and there's no way of stopping it.

Oh, if only--

Wait a minute, I have an idea.

What is it?

If Julianka put the curse on you,

then she may be able to take it off.

You mean to summon her again?

Do you think you can?

I don't know.

You've got to try.

But if she does come here, how do we know that

she'll take the curse off?

How do we know she won't make it worse?

Magda, you have nothing to lose...

Except your life.

I would gladly give up my life for this child

if it would do any good.

But it would do no good.

That Julianka, she's is so angry.

Angry because she died before her time.

Call her.

I don't know.

Call her.

We have very little time.

All right, I will call her

and pray that nothing goes worse.

[ eerie music ]

Spirit of she who was on Earth,

the gypsy, Julianka

of the Romana tribe.

I call upon you again, I beseech you.

Come to me.

I don't ask for myself.

No, you punished me and I accept my punishment,

but for this baby, Lenore.

This little baby who's too young, too tender,

to walk down the paths of death alone.

Let her live,

I beg you, Julianka.

Let her know life.

[ thunder booming ]

What's happening?

[ gasps ] Quentin, look.

Julianka's come.

Let us pray that she has come with pity for the child.

No, not with pity, Magda.

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