811 - August 3, 1969

[bunniefuu]

[ eerie music ]

NARRATOR:To save David Collins and Chris Jennings

in the present,

Barnabas Collins has gone back in time,

to Collinwood, at the turn of the century.

But today, his mission looks bleak.

For the little girl who must link the past with the present,

lies near death, and the moment in that she crosses

beyond the dark door, Chris Jennings

will cease to exist in .

Spirit of she who on Earth was the gypsy Julianka

of the Romana tribe,

once again I beseech you, come back to us.

I don't ask for myself.

You're punishing me, and I accept my punishment,

but for this child, Lenore.

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

to walk the paths of death alone.

Let her live.

I beg you, Julianka.

Let her know life.

[ thunder claps ]

It's happening.

Magda.

Quentin.

Quentin, look.

She's coming.

Julianka's come.

Wait.

She has come with pity for the child.

No.

Not with pity, Magda.

[ sinister music ]

[ eerie music ]

Jennie, Jennie, oh, my sister.

No, Quentin, Quentin, no, no, wait, Jennie,

Jennie, you came to save her, eh?

I will save you, my darling.

Or I will take you with me.

You can't let her die, Jennie.

They were willing to let you die,

just as they let me die.

She's your child.

No, who put this evil thing on you, my darling?

Jennie, we were desperate.

Jennie, we didn't know what to do.

Jennie, you've got to save her, you've got to.

♪Hush a bye♪

♪Don't you cry♪

♪Go to sleep♪

♪My little baby♪

♪When you wake♪

♪You shall have♪

♪All the pretty little horses♪

And when you wake, you will be well.

Healthy and well.

And you will stay well.

I will see to it.

Thank you, Jennie, thank you.

Jennie?

I'm sorry for the way things happened between us.

The way things were.

If I could do it all again, it would be different.

All different.

No, no different.

Not for me.

- Oh, but different for her. - QUENTIN: How?

What do you mean?

There is one way to prove your love.

What is it?

JENNIE: One way to keep her safe.

QUENTIN: Tell me what it is.

Jennie, Jennie, don't go away.

JENNIE: I have so little time.

Tell me how to keep her safe.

Safer than I was.

Safer than my dead son was.

- There is a way. - QUENTIN: But what is it?

Look into your heart, and you will know.

Look into my heart.

Magda.

She sleeps so peacefully.

As if nothing had ever happened.

Magda.

Magda, I know what Jennie wants me to do.

Who's there?

It is I, do you know who I am, Edward?

Of course, sir.

You're Mr. Trask.

Very good.

Why do you ask that, sir?

Why shouldn't I know you?

You've been here twice before.

That's right.

And each time, you've been well spoken and decent.

If I may so, much nicer than that other gentleman.

Quentin, his name is Quentin.

Oh, I know that, too.

Do forgive my boasting, sir, I'm very good at names.

Sometimes the Earl of Hampshire was amazed.

people at a party, and I know every one of them.

Who they were married to, who their children were.

And of course, who their parents and grandparents were.

"Edward," he'd say to me, "Who's that one

"who looks like a green grocer?"

And right off I'd tell him, "That's the

"Duke of Griswell, sir."

Edward, you are a treasure.

I do know my job.

That's why I'm so heartsick at being locked in here.

I don't understand it at all.

I want to get out, I must get out.

Edward, I would let you out right now,

this very moment, if I could.

But the truth is, I can't.

You can't? Why not?

May I confide in you, Edward?

His lordship always did.

Just as there are people keeping you from taking

your rightful place, there are people who are keeping me

from taking mine.

- How dreadful. - TRASK: And I must deal

with these people, Edward, before I can become

master of Collinwood, do you understand that?

Indeed, I do, sir.

TRASK: Then you can help me, if you will.

EDWARD: Just tell me what it is you want to be done.

I want you to sign this paper.

- You want me to sign this? - Yes.

What is it?

It's a paper that will help me get rid of my enemies,

- our enemies. - Good, very good.

- What are you doing, Edward? - Well, I'm reading it,

- of course. - You don't have to read it,

- Edward. - Oh, but I do have to read it,

sir, and you should be glad.

There's an error in it, a very serious error.

- There is no error, Edward. - Oh, but there is, sir.

It says here that you are to be my son's

legal guardian.

Now, how can I sign this, sir?

- I have no son. - What does it matter, Edward?

Just sign the paper.

Oh, but it does matter, sir. I have no son.

Edward, what difference does it make?

As long as you sign the paper, you will gain your freedom.

A son is a man's investment

in the future, so the poet says.

Edward, this paper can help us fight

- our mutual enemies. - Well, I'm afraid

we'll have to find another way of fighting them, sir.

- Yes, I'm afraid we will. - Oh, not to worry, sir,

often the Earl would get confused,

but then I'd correct him, just as I did you.

Of course, I never told anyone.

[ dramatic music ]

Trask.

- I want the old nursery open. - TRASK: Why?

That's where my daughter's going to stay.

Your daughter?

You mean your gypsy offspring, don't you?

Ah, you don't talk like that, huh?

Madame, this is my house, if you don't like

what I'm saying, may I point out the door is there.

- I don't like it, either. - TRASK: Well, then, may I

point out the door to you, too, Quentin?

You'd like that, wouldn't you, Trask?

You'd like to try and get rid of all of us.

But you can't.

The terms of Grandmother Edith's will give me a home

here, for as long as I wish to stay,

and there's nothing you can do about it.

TRASK: Yes, I suppose I am

burdened with you for the moment.

But your daughter is not going to stay here.

- Oh, yes, she is. - TRASK: The terms of

the will give you a home here, Quentin,

but it says nothing about your children.

Trask, I'm telling you right now.

- You can't keep her out. - TRASK: Try me, Quentin.

Legally, I can't have you removed as I would like to,

but legally I am master of Collinwood.

Well, I don't care.

She's my daughter, she belongs here.

She is a Collins.

You've used the wrong argument to try to persuade me,

Quentin.

I have burden enough with the Collins'

that are already here,

one more is one too many.

Tell me something, Trask.

What is the right number of Collins' for you at Collinwood?

Quentin, I am only trying to help this poor,

unfortunate family.

QUENTIN: Well, we don't want your help.

This unfortunate family hasn't dwindled away, yet.

There's still enough of us left to defeat you.

My dear fellow, defeat me and you defeat yourself.

[ laughs ] You really think you can convince me

of that?

Do you think I'm so stupid that I don't know what

- you're doing? - TRASK: No, you're not

stupid, Quentin. Misguided perhaps.

Wicked, sinful, wild.

- But not stupid. - QUENTIN: Thank you.

- And now, if you'll excuse me. - TRASK: Where are you going?

Well, I'm delighted to tell you this one thing.

I'm going to see Edward.

- Edward? - QUENTIN: Edward,

my brother.

Cain and Able were brothers, too.

Oh, I know Edward and I haven't acted much

like brothers before, but you know, I bet

even Cain and Able would have behaved better

towards each other, if they had had a common enemy

to fight, hmm?

[ laughs ]

I've been to the sanitarium to see Judith.

She thinks she is a child again.

She misses her brothers.

Well, she will soon have Edward there to keep her company.

Now, we must get Trask out of this house.

Do you understand that, Edward?

Certainly, sir.

You find living with Mr. Trask inconvenient.

No, it's not me, it's all of us.

You've got to realize that Trask is bent

on destroying Judith, you, and me, and your son.

Strange, everyone seems to be making the same mistake.

- What're you talking about? - EDWARD: Mr. Trask came in here

before and asked me to sign a paper

making him my son's legal guardian.

- Did you sign it? - EDWARD: Well, of course

not, sir, how could I?

I have no son.

- Oh, please let go of me, sir. - Edward, now listen to me.

I am listening.

It's going to take every bit of guile and cunning

and sanity that this family possesses to defeat Trask,

now, do you realize that? Do you?

No.

You don't realize anything.

[ dramatic sting ]

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- Edward. - EDWARD: Yes, sir.

- Were you sleeping? - EDWARD: No, sir,

- I haven't been able to sleep. - TRASK: Why not?

- He upset me too much. - TRASK: Quentin?

Yes, sir.

What did he say to you?

He said a lot of nonsense, and then he

got angry with me when I didn't understand.

I understood him, all right.

- Better than he realized. - TRASK: What do you mean?

I've known gentlemen like that before.

They think it's great sport to torment a man

who wants to do nothing but serve them.

They have all sorts of ways.

Sometimes they say a hat or a coat is missing

and demand you find it, and all the time,

it's they who have hidden it.

And all the time, they're laughing cruelly.

But what he did, was the cruelest thing that could

- be done. - TRASK: What did he do?

He told me he'd come here to let me out.

Let me out, mind you.

And then suddenly, he changed his mind.

He said he couldn't let me out,

because I didn't understand this nonsense

he was talking about.

Oh, why am I here?

- How long must I stay here? - TRASK: Edward, you must

stay here as long as Quentin says you must.

And how long will that be?

Depends on how well you do your job.

Edward, I'm going to take a great chance.

I'm going to give you a job to do.

- I hope you can do it. - EDWARD: I always do my job

well, sir, what is to be done?

I want you to k*ll Quentin.

k*ll him?

There is something I think you should know, Edward.

I don't think you fully realize the gravity of your

situation here.

Quentin has told me that he is never going to let

you out of here, never.

[ musicbox music ]

♪Don't you cry♪

♪Go to sleep♪

♪My little baby♪

♪When you wake♪

♪You shall have♪

♪All the pretty little horses♪

♪Birds and butterflies♪

♪Flutter around your eyes♪

♪Poor little baby crying, "Mamma"♪

♪Don't you cry, don't you cry♪

♪Go to sleep♪

♪My little baby♪

See how peacefully she is sleeping now?

She's as beautiful as you are, Jennie.

Yes, yes she is.

- I'm sorry for you, Quentin. - QUENTIN: Why?

It won't be easy for you to give her up.

But I'm going to take her back to Collinwood.

After she was born, he took her away from me.

I was mad, but I knew they were taking her away.

I was mad, but I knew she must not stay at Collinwood.

But she belongs at Collinwood.

No.

There can be no happiness for anyone at Collinwood,

there never has been.

- There can be none for her. - QUENTIN: Jennie, nothing

will happen to her. I promise.

Gypsy child cannot be shut in behind such high walls.

She's my daughter.

I love her.

Prove your love.

- Give her up. - QUENTIN: I can't.

Quentin, you lied to me so many times.

- Now you lie to me again. - QUENTIN: I never lied to you.

You said you would do anything, anything to keep her safe.

And I will, I promise.

Only one way to keep her safe, give her up.

Let her go.

Do not lock her behind prison walls.

Gypsy dies in prison.

- I must go. - QUENTIN: Jennie.

Jennie, don't go.

- Don't leave me alone here. - JENNIE: Leave her alone,

Quentin, give her up, prove your love and give her up.

Jennie.

- I don't know what to do. - EDWARD: The right thing.

One must always do the right thing.

It takes the right person to do the right thing.

When the wrong person does the right thing, it's wrong.

Do you follow me, sir?

What's the matter, sir?

Do I look as if something were the matter?

But of course, it's almost dinner time

and you're not dressed.

I don't care about dinner. I only care about my daughter.

Oh, she's not the right kind of daughter, sir.

Don't waste time thinking of her,

not when it's so late.

Not when it's almost dinner time.

Handsome, sir, very handsome.

I've taken the liberty of choosing your tie.

- I hope you like it. - QUENTIN: Very nice.

I thought a great deal about it, sir.

Yes, I thought a long time about it.

I wanted you to look just right.

Edward, you're tying the tie too tight.

Oh, not too tight, sir.

I'm doing the job just right.

[ gasping ]

You're choke-- choking me, Edward.

Choke-- too tight!

[ gurgling ]

QUENTIN: Choking me... choking me, Edward!