718 - March 25, 1969

[bunniefuu]

[Julia narrating] - The great house at Collinwood stands deserted.

A ghost, evil, filled with mad plans,

walks the empty halls.

Barnabas Collins is determined to thwart the spirit

and finds himself alive in the ghost's own time

the year is .

A year of terror and intrigue

for all who lived at Collinwood then.

And so Barnabas sets out to discover every family secret

that can help him.

Including the mystery of the locked tower room

where the governess had recently been assaulted.

[door opening]

- Where are you?

I know you're here, Angelique.

Where are you?

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[eerie music] ♪♪

Angelique, appear to me!

You think I don't know that you're hovering here?

I have been waiting for you.

Let us meet now!

Here in this room!

You strange creature that has been living here.

I feel your presence, show yourself.

[Angelique laughing]

- Barnabas.

Aren't you going to kiss me?

- You know the answer to that!

Other men embrace their wives

when they haven't seen them for so long.

- But you are not like other wives.

The last time I was in this room,

the last time!

- Yes. You thought you were so clever.

You and Ben Stokes.

"Burn witch."

Here I am.

My master's powers are stronger than your flames.

- Then there is no way to get rid of you.

- As I am?

Oh, yes, yes, there's a way.

Shall I tell you what it is, Barnabas?

- If you do, I will use it, I promise you.

- Love.

Barnabas, your love would change me.

Your love could make me anything you wanted me to be.

I hate to be ungallant, but looking at you

I see nothing but the misery that you've caused.

The madness, the deaths.

- And what do you see when you look in the mirror?

But I forgot, you see nothing.

So you are spared your conscious.

- No, I am not spared that.

- Will you blame me still?

- Who put the curse on me? - For a reason.

- Because I could not love you.

- Or perhaps this time you will learn to love me.

Yes, we're both strangers here in a foreign century

and if you do, I can help you.

You know, I have friends here.

- Who, Quentin Collins?

Does he know about me, too?

Have you told him that I come from another time,

that I am -- - I'm saying what I know, Barnabas.

- Yes, until the price is right.

- Quentin is quite curious about you.

- And I about him.

- Quentin is clever and dangerous man.

Barnabas, how are you going to save David?

How do you plan to solve the secret of the werewolf?

You know that, too?

How? How!?

- You're so surprised.

Oh, Barnabas, I care about David,

don't you remember, I knew him.

I care for him as much as you do -- - You care for no one.

- How can you say that when I'm offering you my help?

- I do not trust your offer.

- Oh, Barnabas.

If we could simply begin again.

Will you never let us?

Will you never forget?

- No, I will not.

- This time you may have to.

Yes, you may because you're going to need my help.

How naiïve you are?

Do you think you can come here to another century

and simply watch the action as if it was some play?

- It's the only way I can find out what happened.

Why the ghost of Quentin Collins wants David.

- But life will not go on here as it originally did. - Of course it will.

- You are here now!

You have already changed things.

That governess, Rachel.

She is already different because of you.

- But the end will be the same.

Quentin will die as he died walled up in his room.

- Are you sure?

Are you positive or will you change that, too?

Will David die, the victim of a cruel trick in time?

- Were you here originally?

Then, you will change things, too.

- I can change them to your advantage. - No!

- You're so worried about David.

Have you thought seriously the danger you're taking?

Time may trick you too,

you may never return to your own century.

Look Barnabas, look out the window.

Go ahead, look.

Have you no curiosity?

Has living nearly years robbed you of that?

- I will have no more of your tricks.

- You better look this time because this is not a trick.

This is the end of your visit here.

This is the last day in the past.

Why are you afraid to turn and see?

- Because I will not give in to you.

- I see a casket in a darkened room.

A room where no sunlight dare penetrate.

The casket is closed.

Someone sleeps in the casket.

Is it you, Barnabas?

Is it?

[lid creaks open]

Now the casket is opened, but there's so little light,

whoever sleeps inside is not disturbed,

a wedge of wood, a mallet.

What kind of weapons are these?

Who would have guessed that these are the weapons of death?

- Who will try?

Tell me who?

Tell me! Tell me!

Tell me!

Angelique!

Angelique!

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But where does Barnabas Collins spends his days, Jamison?

- I told you I can't find out.

- Spy school is now in session.

- Spy school? - Hmm.

Isn't that what we're having?

I'm training you to be the chief operator on the home front.

- You don't know anymore about being a spy than I do.

- Oh, indeed.

I was one once, not so very long ago.

- Were you really?

- Yes.

- Tell me about it.

- It's not a story for young years.

- Well, can't you even tell me where?

- Egypt.

Alexandria to be precise.

- Who are you being a spy for?

- As much as I hate to admit it, the police.

- Why? Why were you their spy?

- I told you not to ask questions.

- Why are you getting so angry?

- I'm sorry, I -

I simply didn't want to get off the subject

of Barnabas Collins.

Now, as Secret Operator ,

you haven't been getting the information required.

Barnabas disappears every day.

- Maybe he goes into Collinsport.

- Without a horse and carriage?

- Did you check the stable? - Of course.

- Then he must be at the old house.

- But the gypsies say he's not.

- Maybe he's a mad doctor

with all sorts of experiments going on.

- I think a mad doctor is exactly what we need, yes.

- Or even a m*rder*r and the police are after him.

- We could also use a very expert professional m*rder*r.

- Oh, Quentin.

- Secret Operator . - Yes, sir!

- Are you prepared to undertake a very dangerous mission

this very afternoon?

- Yes, sir!

- Good.

It's most important that I have some personal property

of Mr. Barnabas Collins.

- What do you mean? - Personal property, a handkerchief, a ring.

- But that would be stealing.

- No, not to a spy, no.

That is evidence, that's all.

But being very good spies,

we shall return whatever we get, I promise.

Now, what shall it be?

I know, yes.

Bring me Barnabas' cane.

- His cane?

Well, how am I going to get that out of the house.

Couldn't it be something smaller?

- You mustn't argue with your chief, Jamison.

The cane is most important.

Have you ever seen Barnabas without it? - Well, no.

- If the cane is in that house, then so is he

and the gypsies are lying for a reason.

Having doubts, Jamison?

How very much like your father you are. - I am not.

He never liked my games, either.

He never wanted to play.

- I do Quentin, honest I do.

I swear it.

Will you tell me something and be honest?

- I always am with you.

- Why do you hate Barnabas Collins so much?

- Why?

Because he put a curse on me.

I mean it.

The worst curse of all.

He made me poor.

And he shall keep me poor until I can break the curse.

That is why we play our game, Jamison.

Do you understand that now?

Okay.

Now, go, but remember,

there's only one way to tell a bad spy

that is if he gets caught.

- I won't get caught.

- How can I make this look more like you,

Mr. Barnabas Collins?

Burning eyes, a firm mouth?

I wouldn't want the gods of voodoo

to think that I'm working against anyone else.

- Play.

You want to play with Mr. Barnabas?

What a brave boy you are.

But he's locked up his toys and he is gone into town.

- Why is he always in town?

- Perhaps he hates the way I keep his house.

- What does he do there?

- Do?

The same as other men do. He works.

- At what?

- Go back to Collinwood.

You have too many questions for me to answer.

I have much to do.

He has brought me something called

the wax for the floors.

- He forgot his cane.

- Huh? Where?

He's never without it, you know.

- Well, he is now.

- Magda?

Did you ever put a curse on someone?

- What? What are you talking about?

- A curse.

- No.

Gypsies do not do things like that.

- Oh.

I thought you could tell me how they were done.

- Why?

Who has been talking to you about curses?

Tell me.

- No one.

- Don't lie.

- I was just wondering about them.

People do have curses put on them, you know.

Just the way people work with black magic.

Did you hear that?

- What?

- Uh, I thought I heard something

coming from the basement.

You heard nothing, nothing. It is almost dusk.

- I was playing with that.

- This is not a playpen.

Go on home where you belong.

- What time will Barnabas be back?

- I am not his timetable.

I will tell him you called, young master,

now go!

- Not yet, Barnabas, not yet.

You still have a few more moments to live.

- But I don't understand,

you sent Rachel Drummond to that tower room?

- Yes, I read her palm.

I told her she had an enemy here.

- Do you tell everyone that?

- No. I tell what I see.

I told her the truth.

- I don't want you to be reading her palm again.

She was nearly k*lled up in that room.

- I was right.

- Are you sure that you don't know who is living up there?

I'll find out myself.

- Hmm, you need not worry nothing can harm you.

- The cane.

- I put it here.

- Well, it's not here now.

- It must be.

- Yes, Jamison, we are ready.

Barnabas deserves what he will get.

I must fight him in any way that I can.

You do understand that, don't you, Jamison?

- I think so.

I really think so.

- Hand me the pin.

Yes. Yes.

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- No!

That's not going to break the curse,

that's just going to hurt him. - Look at me, Jamison.

Just keep looking at me.

I thought you were my friend.

I thought you were on my side, Jamison.

I thought you wanted what I do.

Do you, Jamison?

- Yes.

- Remember the words I taught you?

They will help you to understand why we must go on.

- I will go on.

- Baal gives us the power to serve him.

- Baal gives us the power to serve him.

- Baal's hand becomes my hand.

- Baal's hand becomes my hand.

- Whatever Baal's hand does is the good for man.

- Whatever Baal's hand does is the good for man.

- Now, you believe that, don't you?

You have the greatest gift, the greatest power,

innocence.

Each man is vulnerable,

but each man's vulnerability is different.

If I put this pin above his heart -- - No.

- Where shall I put it then? Here?

- Not there. - Where then?

- Silver.

It must be with silver. - Silver?

Silver.

Like this. With this silver?

- But it must have been here?

- Why would Jamison --

- Silver.

Silver.

- What is it? What is it? - I don't know.

Let me lie down.

I feel as if something cold pressing against me.

Something metal.

- You're not the kind of man to feel any pain,

unless somebody knows enough magic

to make you feel it.

I know who that somebody is.

[door closing]

- Does he feel the pain still, Jamison?

Does he?

- Oh, oh --

- Jamison!

Jamison!

[door opening]

- I know what you are doing. - What are you doing here?

- You are such a coward

that the only way you can k*ll is with - with dolls.

- Get out of here!

- The mark.

The mark of death!

You cannot run fast enough!

Soon - soon,

you are the one who will die!

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[eerie music] ♪♪