726 - April 6, 1969

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[Quentin narrating] - Collinwood, the year is .

Barnabas Collins must end a curse,

which started here in the past,

and on this night, he waits,

while a man who resembles a long dead enemy,

attempts to draw a man's spirit of a possessed child

and place it in the cold, dead body where it belongs.

- I want you to kneel.

Kneel!

This poor lost lamb beseeches your help,

this small frail body possessed by a giant evil spirit,

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

Have mercy!

Have mercy!

The devil has been in this room

and has looked with favor upon these two!

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 will.

Mercy!

Have mercy!

Have mercy, oh, Lord!

- Why do you keep staring at that picture?

- Because I'm thinking of Barnabas Collins

and the time he lived. - Why?

- Because there is some connection.

- All I can think about

is what is 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? Will it be like this forever?

- [Jamison] Ahh! - Barnabas!

- Do not come in!

You would only aid the devil's work!

[Jamison] - Ahh!

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- You will not go in that room!

- Judith! - We must do as he says!

- Oh, Judith, are you beginning to think

that I am in league with the devil, too, as he put it?

- No. No.

- I don't believe you, Judith.

- I simply think we must give the Reverend Trask a chance.

- The so-called Reverend Trask.

- What do you mean by that?

- I find it difficult to believe

that any church would claim him.

I wager that if you had him investigated,

you'd find that his title comes from some

obscure sect that he himself founded.

- You have only been in this country a few weeks.

You seem to have formed a surprising amount

of opinion in that time.

- If I'd only been here a matter of a few hours,

I would have thought it idiocy to assume that a praying bigot

could turn a zombie into a man.

- And you prefer to rely on witchcraft?

- I want you to take his hand.

Place his hand in yours.

The spirit will go from your hand into his body,

a force will make the spirit transfer from you into him.

You must help me now!

Your will must not ignore this desperate child!

Let the devils within him return

to the body they belong!

I cannot do it alone!

You must help me now!

Give this poor fallen lamb

the strength to purge himself!

Give him the strength!

[clock chiming]

- Well, Judith, have we given your Reverend enough time?

- Why do you keep pressing me?

- Because I care of the effects that all this

is having on poor Jamison.

Now, if you care for the boy -- - Of course I care for him.

Do you think I'd let him go through this if I didn't?

- Well, your devotion is misguided.

- You have no right to speak to me in that manner.

- Someone must!

- Grandmother saw fit to make me head of the family.

- That's true, but what would she say

if she found out what was going on in that room?

- I'm glad she doesn't know.

- Do you think that she would approve

of the Reverend Trask?

- Well, Trask, have you failed?

- You may come in now.

- Jamison!

- What's wrong, Aunt Judith? - Oh, darling!

You're all right.

- Of course I am. Why shouldn't I be?

- And Quentin?

- Oh, he's just taking a nap.

I guess he had too much brandy after dinner.

- Well, Mr. Collins?

- Well, I must congratulate you, Reverend Trask,

on a job half done. - Barnabas!

- I hope now you will believe

in the power of prayer, Mr. Collins.

- Well, a family conference.

It's about time, I should say.

Did you find her, Judith, lock her up?

- Mr. Collins, I would not suggest too much activity.

- Who are you?

Judith, some new flunky?

- Quentin, you owe Reverend Trask a great deal.

- Reverend?

Well, you told him I never pay my debts?

I thought you were a doctor.

Hasn't anyone had the sense to send for a doctor?

I've been stabbed. - I think you'll find

that time has healed your wounds considerably.

- Time?

It just happened. In the cottage!

Or didn't you find me there?

- Dirk and I did.

- Ms. Collins, I was not aware

that there had been an attempted m*rder here! - Reverend --

- I don't think this should be discussed

in front of the boy.

- Who tried to stab you, Quentin?

Who?!

- Tell him, Judith.

- Did you?

Did you?! - Jamison!

- Your Aunt Judith wouldn't have the courage, Jamison.

She would only wish it done.

- Sir, must I ask you to remember

that you are speaking of your own sister? - Thank you, Reverend.

Jamison, you mustn't listen to your Uncle Quentin.

He's not well. - I'll be considerably better

once someone explains to me --

- If you'll trust my explanation,

I will be happy to give it to you.

- In some other room, if you please, sir!

- Are you sure you're still in-charge

of this house, Judith?

Hmm.

You and I, Judith, have much to discuss.

Later.

- He's been like this ever since he came home.

- That's not true!

- It is and you should know it!

- Now, emotion will get us nowhere.

- She always said things like that!

And they aren't true! - Jamison!

- Now, your Aunt does not tell lies, Jamison.

She has had much more experience

in judging people than you have.

Now, you must always consider very carefully what she says

before you react so forcefully.

- But I know different!

- Now, there is only one who is constantly right, Jamison,

and He is not on this earth, but above.

Now, I want you to go out into the hall

and consider all the wonderful things

your aunt has done for you recently.

I am sure you will have much to think about.

- You may go.

- But stay in the hall, Jamison.

We shall want you soon.

- Reverend Trask, I am more than grateful.

I'm not a woman who is given to thanking people.

- It was not my power, Ms. Collins.

- No, it was His, of course.

But if it hadn't been for you --

I am grateful that in His providence, he used me.

I shall give my thanks to Him privately.

- Of course.

It's still incredible to me.

I saw a miracle!

- But I have seen only a house in need of one.

Ms. Collins, may I speak quite frankly?

- Well, you must!

- I can understand perfectly why your -

why your brother, Edward,

is so concerned with his children being in this house,

wrapped as it is with violence and hatred.

You have been kind enough

to offer your thanks for my help this evening.

I think that if you let me take Jamison to Worthington Hall,

you will find a most desirable change in the young fellow.

- I am sure of that.

- And indeed, and your niece,

when she recovers from her affliction.

- I have every confidence in what you say.

- Then, Ms. Collins,

have I your permission to take Jamison with me tonight?

- Of course.

- I am not going to your school or any other!

- Now, young man, no rash judgments.

- You aren't going to send me away, are you?

Are you?

- Now, Jamison, your Aunt is certainly not going

to send you if you don't want to go.

Why, I wouldn't let her do that.

Oh, Ms. Collins,

have I your permission to speak with Jamison alone?

- Yes.

- You will learn, Jamison, that at Worthington Hall,

if you decide to come,

that we always discuss everything.

Now, I have something I would like you to do.

Would you take me back to your room?

I would like to talk with you.

- Of course he will.

He'd be delighted, wouldn't you, Jamison?

- I guess so.

- Well then, come along.

What a nice chat we are going to have.

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- That man, Reverend Trask, he was my savior?

- Apparently. - But you don't believe it.

- I didn't say that.

- Cousin Barnabas, do give me some credit.

Who do you think saved me?

- Well, I'm sure Judith would - - I know what she would say.

I want to know your explanation of my

sudden miraculous return to life.

- You dabble in odd things,

perhaps one of your interests resulted in this.

- Delicately put.

What an interesting life I've had.

Don't you think?

- I'm beginning to find out just how interesting.

Now, tell me about your wife.

- I married young.

- Did you know that she was still here?

- A girl, beautiful, quite talented in her own way,

a girl of unknown origin,

as Edward so succinctly put it.

- Did you drive her mad?

- Why this constant curiosity about my life?!

If I wanted you to know everything about me,

I would make you a friend.

- When actually, you've been interested in

making me an enemy.

- Your fault!

- I'm willing to help you. - Why?

- Because you and I can be useful to each other.

- Wrong!

Whenever I think of you, I only think of one thing,

what does he want from me?

- You would miss your pony?

And that's why you don't want to come to Worthington Hall?

- Yes.

- Well, then, you must bring him with you.

What's his name?

- I don't want to tell you.

- Now, you're going to have to learn

to answer questions, boy.

- Why?

I'm not going to your school.

- I think that you and I should pray.

Yes.

Pray that the Almighty

sees in His infinite judgment

that you need His help in changing your mind.

- I don't like you

and I don't want to pray with you either!

- Do you want to grow up to be the disappointment

to your father that you're going to be?

- I'm not going to be a disappointment!

- You're disappointing him now!

- Well, I don't care! - Yes, you do!

You must!

- My father loves me! - Does he?

- Yes! I know he does!

- Your father is very worried about your soul

and with some reason!

You must be saved!

Do you want to be saved?!

- Yes!

- Then I think I can help you.

- Now, dear sister!

Where is my wife, Jenny?

Where are you keeping her?

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You had Jenny here ever since I left.

Your sisterly love is so great

that you wouldn't tell me. - Let me go.

- Oh. Shall I k*ll you, dear sister,

would that relieve your panic? - Quentin!

Your sisterly love is so great

that you wouldn't tell me,

afraid that I would be disconsolate

that Jenny is mad!

Now, where is she?

Why have you been keeping her here?

And don't tell me it was out of family loyalty! - It was!

- None of you ever accepted her here!

You made that clear enough!

Now, there must be another reason! - No!

No, there wasn't!

- Or were you clever enough to keep her here

just to k*ll me when I came back?

Because that's what she is going to try to do again.

Now, you tell me where she is, right now!

- Don't you touch me!

If you do, I'll scream!

And Reverend Trask and Barnabas will come.

- All right, sister of mine,

but I will find her.

- Now, you know what you're going to say.

Well, do you, boy?

- I don't want to say it.

- Why not?

- Because then they'll make me go--

- Stubbornness can be a sin, you know.

Come here.

I give each of my boys one chance.

Remember that!

Now then, what are you going to tell your Aunt?

We just went over it! What are you going to tell her?

- That I want to go to your school,

that I want to leave tonight and I think that best!

- What a fine, sensible, young fellow you are.

- I cannot keep you from searching the house, Quentin,

but I urge you not to.

Leave well enough alone!

- What do you mean?

- Am I interrupting? - Not at all.

My brother was just leaving.

- Ms. Collins, I don't know your decision

about Worthington Hall,

but before you see the boy,

I must tell you that in my humble opinion,

if the boy is not removed from this house immediately,

I think he's in danger of losing his mind!

- Quentin, you've got to help me!

They want to send me away! You've got to help me!

- Of course I'll help you.

- Well, young man,

your Aunt wants to hear about our talk.

I think it best you tell her.

[clock chiming]

Now, tell your Aunt exactly what you told me.

- I won't.

Aunt Judith, he threatened me.

He tried to make me lie! - What?

- I hate him! I hate him!

- Jamison, remember how we prayed together,

prayed that you would find the strength

to tell your Aunt exactly what you told me.

- No, you're lying! You're lying!

- There is one thing I cannot bear,

a boy's dislike.

Ms. Collins, it is obvious that you must choose

another school for Jamison.

- No!

He will go to Worthington Hall.

He is getting more and more like his Uncle Quentin

and I won't stand for that.

If you will come back in an hour,

he'll be ready to leave.

[clock chiming]

- I don't understand, Judith.

You would believe that maniac

before you would believe Jamison.

- You're as insulting as Jamison.

We've all saw Reverend Trask

perform a miracle here tonight!

[knocking on door] He's here.

I'll go and get Jamison. Dirk is helping him pack.

I expect you to treat him

with the same amount of respect that I would.

- Mr. Collins, is the boy ready?

- He will be soon. Come in.

Tell me, Trask,

a curious thought occurred to me when I first saw you.

I recently came across some ink drawings

of the Collins who lived here a hundred years ago.

There was a face remarkably like yours.

- Indeed?

- Yes.

Family history fascinates me.

Who would have thought that such a short time ago,

there's been a witch hunt here.

Is your family, by any chance, from Salem?

- As a matter of fact, yes.

- That explains it.

You see, an authority of our family brought him,

someone who knew about witches.

His name was Trask, too.

- Yes.

My great, great grandfather, a most illustrious man.

He disappeared mysteriously

shortly after leaving Collinsport.

- Really?

And here we are again!

- We, sir?

- He's gone! Jamison is gone!

He's run away!

- We shall find him, Ms. Collins!

And tonight!

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