733 - April 16, 1969

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[Julia narrating] - Collinwood in the year ,

where Quentin Collins has once sworn

that the woman he saw die

on a flaming altar in Alexandria.

Dark forces have told him there is an urn

that controls the heat and fire of her life,

and now he must find it to be rid of her forever.

[fire crackling]

- What are you doing here?

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I'm waiting for an answer, Quentin.

What are you doing here?

- You were just in the drawing room.

I saw you.

- How can I be possibly be in the drawing room

when I'm here?

Here and anxious to know what you are doing in my room.

- Oh, you know what I'm doing here.

- Well, suppose you tell me anyway.

- I've come for the letters.

- What letters?

- Oh, stop acting as if you were innocent,

the way you used to when you kiss Edward goodnight

and then sneak off to meet me.

- Let's not talk about old times, Quentin.

Let's talk about these letters.

- The letters I wrote to you after I left Collinwood

in plain envelopes with no return address.

- And sent to a postbox in Collinsport.

- That's right.

- You fool. - What are you laughing at?

- Do you really think I kept them?

Do you really think I saved those?

[knocking on door]

- Will you stop laughing?

Stop it!

If you don't shut, I'm going to wring your --

- Forgive me for intruding.

I knocked but obviously no one heard me.

- What can I do for you, Judith?

- Rachel said you weren't feeling well,

but you seemed you have recovered sufficiently

to entertain.

- Well, Quentin is not here on a social call.

- For whatever reason he is here, I disapprove.

- As a matter of fact, I was here on family business.

- Whatever business you have with Laura

is best conducted in the drawing room.

Poor playing Judith, grandmother's handmaiden.

I can hardly believe what's come of you,

telling everyone do this, do that, it's amazing.

- What I do, I do for the good of my family.

- Such as sending my children away to school? - Yes.

- I don't want them there.

- You're being selfish.

They belong with other children.

- No, they don't, Judith.

They belong with me and they will be with me.

- We shall see about that. - Yes, we shall.

How you must enjoy your new power, Judith.

I remember how you used to be so envious

of the pretty wives your brothers brought home.

- I didn't come here to talk about that.

I came to inquire about your health.

- Well, I'm fine. Thank you.

And speaking of health, how's Jenny?

- Why do you ask about her?

- Because there's so much family concern in this house.

- I think she'll be the last person in the world

you'd be concerned about.

- That may be but how is she?

- I don't know. - Where is she?

- I don't know that, either.

She didn't have much reason to stay here

after you ran off with her husband.

- You wanted me?

- Laure Collins is moving into the cottage.

She could use some help with her things.

I want you to offer to help her.

She'll pay you for it.

- And what will you pay me for?

- Among her possessions is a small Egyptian urn.

I want it.

- Why? - I don't think you need to know that.

It's valuable only for Laura and no one else.

So, you bring it to me

and don't try to sell it anywhere else

for a better price.

Understand?

- No, but I will do it anyway.

- Quentin?

- Oui mon Capitan and what can I do for you?

Blacken your boots, polish your brass?

Why, you name it and it's yours.

- I am not amused by your attitude

nor was I amused when I found you in Laura's room.

I don't want you to have anything to do with her.

I warn you.

- I don't want anything to do with her.

I was there as I told you before,

on family business. - What does that mean?

- Once, I wrote her some letters

and she's threatened Edward with a scandal.

I think she'll use those letters.

- What were the letters like?

- Dear sister, that's something you rather not know,

believe me.

- Quentin, I can't quite see you as protector

of the family reputation

or guardian of Edward's honor.

- And why?

- Well, you must admit

that you don't always admire each other.

- Judith, Grandmother didn't make you such a lady.

What you mean is Edward and I hate each other's guts.

- You really do, don't you? - Yes.

I hate Edward but, dear sister,

I hate Laura even more.

[knocking on door]

- Come in.

- Mrs. Collins. - Yes.

- Are you feeling better?

- Much better, thank you.

- May I speak to you for a moment about something?

- What is it?

- Mrs. Collins,

please speak to your husband and Miss Collins

about bringing the children back to that school.

You must convince them.

- I? Convince them? - Please.

You must try.

I know that school.

I lived there,

first as a student and then as a teacher.

I know that it's horrible.

The children there are punished physically

and they're mentally abused.

There is absolutely nothing that Reverend Trask and Mrs. Trask

won't do to impose their will,

their will on those children and on everyone.

- You seemed to have gotten away.

- I ran away. - With a man?

- What made you ask that?

- Only that I know how hard it is for a woman

to make her way in this world alone.

Mrs. Collins, there is absolutely nothing

improper between us.

- Well, I don't really care whether there was or not.

Rachel, forgive me.

I have so much to do before I move in to the cottage.

- Mrs. Collins, did you understand what I said

about the school?

- Yes, of course.

- Well, then you will try to do something.

Mrs. Collins, I know what could happen to Nora

and Jamison in that school.

I don't want to sound like an alarmist

but I really feel that they could die there.

- Do you, Rachel?

What an interesting imagination you have.

- Mrs. Trask.

- Are you ready, Rachel?

- Ready?

Ready for what?

- To come back with me, of course.

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The reverend would have come himself

but he was not feeling well, poor man,

so he sent me to get you.

- Mrs. Trask, this is ridiculous.

I'm not going back to the school with you.

- Oh, I think you are.

Hmm, you are pretty.

You are a pretty child and a pretty girl.

- It's been a terrible burden for you, hasn't it?

- Mrs. Trask, if you've come here to get me,

then your trip has been wasted.

- The reverend has always said

"Pretty people are the devil's playthings",

and in your case he was certainly proved right.

- Now, what you mean by that?

- We did our best for you

but the devil made you into a thief.

I am not a thief and you know it.

The money that I took was my own wages.

- And then the devil made you into a murderess, too.

- A murderess?

Made me into a murderess?

- Ah, you didn't know that, did you?

Well, it's time you did.

Come, Rachel, let us find a place to talk.

[knocking on door]

- Come in.

- I heard you were moving to the cottage.

I thought there was something

you would like me to do for you, i would.

- Oh, that's a very good idea.

- You look like you would use some help.

- Oh, what a pretty dress.

When you get tired of this dress,

will you give it to Magda?

- Perhaps I will, Magda,

if I decide to go away suddenly.

- The day that you and Tim Shaw left

was the most tragic day the Reverend ever lived through.

- Why did you call me a murderess?

- I'll tell you that in good time.

- No. I want to know now.

- Oh, of course, you do.

When you hear the events of that tragic day,

you'll understand why it's not easy to tell of it.

No, indeed, the Reverend has never been the same.

That poor man, that poor fine man.

- Mrs. Trask, I want you to tell me now.

- And though, it might pay him to do so,

the Reverend would take you to court as a thief

if you do not come back with me

and fulfill your contract as a teacher.

- Mrs. Trask, you called me a murderess.

Now, why did you call me that?

- My brother died that night,

Simon Briar.

The best man the world has ever known.

- Mrs. Trask, how did he die?

- He was k*lled by thieves. - Now, that's absurd.

I didn't even see him that night.

I didn't talk to him. - Thief!

m*rder*r and now liar! - I - I didn't.

- Simon was in the kitchen. You surprised him.

He tried to stop you.

You took a poker and you hit him

and then you left him as dead.

- This is ridiculous. I never went to the kitchen.

Tim went there for food but he --

Tim - Tim didn't say anything about that.

He - he didn't say anything -

that anything happened in the kitchen.

Besides he wouldn't do anything like that.

- Wouldn't he?

He's already confessed it to us. - Tim?

- Tim. He came back to Worthington Hall

because that's where he belongs,

just as it's where you belong.

- Tim,

my poor friend, poor Tim.

- You miss him?

You may see him soon.

- I don't know what to do.

- Let me guide you as I have guided you before.

Come back with me. - I can't.

- Now, that's a foolish attitude.

A few years with people who love you worse

than many years with strangers in a prison.

- They wouldn't send me to a prison.

I'm not a thief. I'm not a murderess.

No matter what you say.

- The innocent must suffer.

Providence sometimes test them,

sometimes by putting them in jail

or even putting them on a gallows.

- Gallows?

- Yes, that's possible.

- As much if the Reverend would regret it.

He might have to break his silence

about that terrible night

and tell them about the two of you thieving

and murdering.

- Oh, I know it would break his heart

just as it would break your neck.

- Mrs. Trask, I heard you were here.

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.

- Oh, that's quite all right. I am really here for Rachel.

- For Rachel?

- Yes, our most valued teacher

and we want her back

especially now that she is not needed here.

- That's true. It might work on very well,

and I'm sure that Jamison and Nora

would be happy to -- - Miss Collins --

- Rachel, is something the matter?

- No. Nothing.

It's all right, really.

- And suppose you start packing.

I want to be there in time for Reverend Trask's supper.

He loves my custard

especially when he is not feeling well.

- He's a fortunate man to have you as his wife.

- As I'm fortunate that providence

gave me great strength.

Oh, Rachel, I'm glad you're coming back

and particularly at this moment.

- Why? What do you mean?

- So, you'll be in time for the wedding.

- What wedding?

- Tim and Charity.

- Well, that sounds wonderful. Congratulations, Mrs. Trask.

- Oh, yes. Thank you.

We are very happy.

You better get packing.

We want to leave in half an hour.

Before you know it, you'll be back at Worthington Hall

where you belong.

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- Hey, what's the matter?

- Please, let me go. I've got to get away.

- Away? Away where?

- Anywhere. Just so I can get away from here.

- What's the matter? Are the police after you?

- Yes!

- After you?

- Yes or they will be if I don't go back to that school.

They claimed that I stole money.

- Did you? - No, of course I didn't.

- Oh, don't be so sensitive.

Money is supposed to go from pocket to pocket.

- But I didn't steal money

and I didn't m*rder anyone, either.

- m*rder?

- Yes, a man died that night

and they claimed that I had something to do with it. - Did you?

- No, of course I didn't

but if they go to trial then anything can happen.

- It's better not to wait and find out.

- Perhaps if I could go away to Boston,

I can get a job but -- - You get a job?

You're not the kind of person to tell fortunes.

- Magda, I'm frightened.

I'm so frightened. I don't know what to do.

- You have no family?

- No. No one.

- No one to help you.

- Not anymore.

Tim Shaw is marrying Charity Trask.

- Barnabas Collins. - Is marrying Angelique.

- Let me see your palm.

- Oh, no. - What's the matter?

- When I read your palm before,

I told you that you had an enemy.

That enemy is still here but closer,

terribly close,

like a shadow of death behind you.

You've got to go. You have to go fast.

- Where can I go?

- I have an idea. Are you brave?

- No, not very.

- You must be brave.

You must be brave or you're going to die.

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[clock chiming]

- Where is that girl, Miss Collins.

I don't like to keep the Reverend waiting.

It's an hour already. - I'll get her.

I'm sure she doesn't realize the time.

Mrs. Trask, there's one thing that disturbs me.

Rachel doesn't seem completely free by going with you

or am I imagining it?

- No, you're not.

You see, we're really Rachel's family

as in every family along with a deep and abiding love,

there are often differences and conflicts

as I'm sure there are even in your family, Miss Collins.

- Oh, Laura, I'm glad you're here.

This is Mrs. Trask.

- Oh, from the school. - Yes.

This is Mrs. Edward Collins. - How do you do?

- How do you do? - I'll go get Rachel.

Well, Mrs. Collins, you have two beautiful children.

- I think so.

- Yes. I have a daughter, Charity.

- Lovely name.

- Oh, a noble sentiment.

She is to be married to one of our own teachers.

- Oh, how nice for you.

- Yes. I think there is nothing nobler

than a man and a woman

joined together in holy matrimony,

going down the path of good works through life.

- Well, I can't say my marriage is exactly like that

but I do know what you mean.

- Well, giving a daughter in marriage

is one of the most marvelous moments in a woman's life.

Oh, I'm sure you dream of a time

when your little one will be grown and married.

You dream of that, don't you?

- No, Mrs. Trask.

My dreams for my daughter are somewhat different.

- Mrs. Trask, she is gone.

I can't find her anywhere.

Rachel is gone.

- Why here?

- You won't come to the Old House.

- No. I --

- You could leave town on a carriage.

- But then Reverend Trask could find me so easily.

- I know a man who has a carriage.

He can be trusted but he needs money.

Much money.

- I don't have much money, I just a few dollars.

- Tell me - tell me, are those garnets real?

- Yes.

- No. No, I couldn't do that.

I mean, it's all I have. It belonged to my mother.

- You do not have a choice.

I could take them to town in the morning.

I could get you or maybe dollars.

That would get you to Boston, anyway.

Good. Come.

- Why here?

- You have to have some place to spend the night.

- But not here.

- Listen. There is a secret room here.

No one knows about it except Sandor and me.

You will be safe here.

- But I don't think I could stay here.

- One night.

That is all.

If you don't and Reverend Trask finds you,

you will have many nights worse than this.

[door scraping open]

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[eerie music] ♪♪