Barnabas Collins, Julia Hoffman, and Professor Stokes have returned from their perilous journey back to the year 1841, a time of great turmoil in the Collins family history. The evils that prevailed during that time of turmoil have been dramatically altered. But in the old Collins Mansion, on the Collinwood Estate, a frightening event is occurring that will leave even more questions for those within its walls…
The drawing room of the old house was totally vacant. Against the north
wall, the bookshelf stood. Suddenly, one of the books slid from its slot and
floated over to the desk. Lying with it's back flat upon the desk the cover
opened. Pages began to turn as they had at the Professors home in Rockport
the night before. Page after page leafed by with enough pause as if someone
were scanning the contents of the pages without fully reading them. When it
reached chapter 9, the pages slowed. The same eerie floating eyes that had
been present at the Professors house then materialized and glared at the
pages. The front door opened. Barnabas and Julia entered the drawing room.
" I think it's good that you're having those phones installed, Barnabas",
Julia remarked. "I know how you feel about keeping this house true the
period it was built. I know you're doing this at a great loss to your
convictions." Barnabas nodded reluctantly. "Yes, but I'm a part of the 20th
century now. There are quite different circumstances associated with this
time period than my own. The world moves at a much quicker pace and I
must…." Julia's eyes fall upon the open book on the desk and she interrupts
him to call it to his attention. "Look Barnabas!" She walks over to the desk
and picks up the book examining the front cover without closing it. She
turns to face Barnabas and said curiously, "The very same book Willie put
back on the shelf this morning!" She again opened the book to where it had
been left. She looked at the page and her eyes grew wide. She called for
Barnabas to come look at the page. The page had an artist drawing of a
middle aged man dressed in 17th century attire. The caption at the bottom of
the page read: AMADEUS COLLINS.
Splattered over the heart of the man were drops of fresh blood. Both of them
looked at each other with horror and puzzlement. (Dramatic music crescendos)
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(Sharp dramatic note sounds) "Blood!" Barnabas exclaimed in wide eyed shock. "Amadeus Collins! He was on the panel of judges that tried and sentenced Judah Zachary for being a warlock! The blood has to mean revenge! It simply cannot be a coincidence, Julia. His spirit is still bent on the destruction of everyone who bears the name Collins!"
Julia shook her head in disbelief. "I thought he was destroyed back in 1841.
Why Barnabas? Why?" she said, the back of her hand against her face.
Barnabas looked off into space as he pondered the situation. "Judah swore
vengeance on all of the judges who found him guilty, and on their entire
families. The Collins family is the only one left with any survivors. How do
we fight this, Julia? I too thought we had disposed of him and his evil
treachery. Will the Collins family ever be finished with all the terror?"
Julia paced the floor in shock. "All of the frightening things that have
happened to your family started with him! She said, awaiting a confirmation
from him. Barnabas looked at the picture of Amadeus Collins. "Yes" he said,
removing a handkerchief from his breast pocket. He wiped the blood from the
page and continued. "My great, great grandfather, Isaac Collins came here
from England to establish the family here. He was the son of a minister. He
built and settled in what is now the caretaker's cottage on the estate. He
built the beginning of the Collins fishing fleet from trees felled here. The
town of Collinsport was built on the site where he first cleared. Other
settlers came to the new land, and named the town after him. He was well
loved, and knew none of the tragedy we know today. Amadeus was his son. He
took over after Isaac's death at a ripe old age. The business grew, and he
became a town council member, and ultimately was appointed to be one of the
town magistrates. The town soon fell victim to Judah's hellish wiles. He
participated in the ultimate demise of Judah. Amadeus had a son, Benjamin,
my great grandfather. The family business and fortune were passed on to him,
and continued to thrive. A case of the Black Plague took his life shortly
after he fathered a son. My grandfather, Theodore Collins was born in 1749.
Robbers jumped him on the road to town one evening as he brought in the
worker's payroll. He was father to my own father, Joshua, my uncle Jeremiah,
and my uncle Justin. Justin was killed in a brawl with a man who lost a week's
wages in a card game. My Uncle Jeremiah fell victim to my own jealous rage
after he stole away one night with my beloved Josette and married her. I had
no idea at the time he was under Angelique's spell. When Angelique put the
curse on me, the Collins family nearly came to an end. But Justin had
fathered a son, Daniel, who my father adopted as his own. He continued the
family history. You know the rest. One tragedy after another has befallen
the family all the way to the present day." He placed the book back in the
bookshelf. "It has to stop, Julia!" he said biting his lower lip in
determination. "Judah must be stopped, and the family curse broken with this
generation"
Julia sighed as she looked at Barnabas considering all he had just
recounted.
The phone rang on the foyer table at Collinwood. Elizabeth came from the
kitchen and lifted the receiver. "Hello?" she said, waiting to see who was
at the other end of the line. "Doctor Hoffman? No, she isn't here at moment.
I see. Yes Dr. Bertrand. I will have her phone you as soon as I see her...
Goodbye." Elizabeth hung up the phone and walked to the drawing room. The
front door opened. Julia walked into the drawing room. "Hello Mrs. Stoddard",
she said pleasantly. Elizabeth turned in her direction. "Ahh, there you are,
Dr Hoffman! You just missed Dr Bertrand. He phoned looking for you just
before you came in!" Julia pondered a moment, and asked to use the phone in
the foyer. Elizabeth agreed. Julia dialed the phone number to Windcliff
Hospital and Asylum.
"Yes, let me speak to Dr. Bertrand." Julia looks at the portrait on the wall
waiting for Dr. Bertrand to answer. "Yes Dr. Bertrand, This Julia Hoffman. I
just received your message". She listened momentarily, and then said "And
you're certain he's ready? I see. Yes Dr, I trust your judgment completely.
You can make the arrangements right away"
Barnabas entered by the front door and placed his coat and cane on the entry
hall tree.
"Thank you for calling Dr." Julia seeing Barnabas has just arrived motioned
him into the drawing room with Elizabeth. "That was Dr. Bertrand at
Windcliff. Joe Haskell is being discharged today." The three of them
exchange looks of uncertainty as camera fades out.
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Barnabas giving Julia a concerned look repeats what she had just said in
question form.
Yes, he's being discharged this afternoon. Dr Bertrand has been overseeing
his recovery, and I trust his diagnosis as much as I would my own. He's an
excellent therapist." Barnabas looked at hem both and then turned toward
the fireplace. "I wonder if he will be returning to Collinsport or perhaps
he will choose to make a fresh start elsewhere?" he asked, not really
looking for an answer. "The choice is his to make, Barnabas, though I
personally believe he really should look forward and choose another place to
begin again. No good can come from his returning to Collinsport. He lost his
job, Maggie, Tom and Chris, and Amy too. Barnabas face dropped into a frown.
"I wonder where Chris and Amy went. I hope wherever it was they found the
happiness they were looking for." He exchanged a knowing glance at Julia as
both were keenly aware of his special situation. How is he coping with the
awful curse that afflicts him? Has he found a way to contain himself when
those moonlit nights come? The front door opens. Roger Collins and David
enter. Roger hangs his coat and hat in the entrance and David ran straight
into the drawing room holding a wrapped package. "Aunt Elizabeth!" he yells
out. "Father got me a really great present. It's a model of a very old car!
I'm going to go upstairs and start building it right now!" he cried out
excitedly. He then ran out the doors and up the stairs. Elizabeth smiled and
called after him that dinner would be ready in half an hour. Barnabas turned
to Roger. "Well Roger, was the trip to Boston as rewarding for you as it is
for David?" Roger poured himself a drink and said. "Ah to be young and
carefree again like he is! I can remember when I too got excited over a 1947
roadster. They didn't have model kits that detailed when I was young!" So,
dear sister, how have you fared the past few days?" Elizabeth turned to
Julia and Barnabas. "I don't mean to be rude, but I do have some matters
regarding the cannery Roger and I need to discuss. I suppose it could be
postponed for a while…" Barnabas interrupted saying, "That won't be
necessary, Elizabeth. Julia and I just want to research some more of the
family history volumes; we'll leave you and Roger to your business." Thank
you, Barnabas. I wish I knew what you, Julia and Professor Stokes find so
intriguing about those old volumes." Barnabas looked puzzled. "Professor
Stokes?" He asked. "Yes" she replied, "he took a couple of the books with
him this morning. "I see," Barnabas said curiously. He and Julia walked off
to the study as the drawing room doors were closed.
A festive spirit abounded at the Blue Whale. Bob Rooney poured another drink
for the man sitting at the bar. "I think this better be your last one,
Gerald", he said as he capped the bottle and put it back under bar. Gerald
Fenton was well dressed. His clothes were tailor made in Bangor, and he
stood out from the usual crowd. Further down the bar were an assortment of
sailors and dock workers in their work clothes. The young crowd would be
coming in very shortly, as night was falling fast. Fenton finished his drink
and was about to rise from the bar stool when the door opened and Roger
Collins stepped inside. Upon seeing Gerald Fenton, a look of disgust crossed
his face. He walked over to the bar, looked at Fenton, then at the
bartender. "Is he running a tab, bartender?" Roger growled. Bob continued to
wipe the glass he was holding and replied, "Nope, he caught it up earlier
today." Roger turned back to Fenton and said. "I'm not surprised. Fenton!
You're through! Give me your office keys now!" Fenton looked at Roger with
surprise. "Don't give me that innocent look. You know exactly why I'm here.
How long did you think you could falsify the receipts without being found
out? There is a considerable amount of company money missing and you are the
only one outside Elizabeth and I who has access to books. You have 24 hours
to be out of Collinsport. If you're still here, we will prosecute you to the
fullest extent of the law. Roger snatched the keys from Fenton's hand and
stormed out of the Blue Whale. A well dressed man at the end of the bar had
been watching the exchange between the two men. He took one last sip of his
drink and rose from his seat. He walked over to Fenton as he reached into
his breast pocket. "Mr. Fenton?" he said as the man turned to see who was
addressing him. "My name is Trevor Halliburton." He handed a business card
to Fenton and continued. "I'm an attorney, Mr. Fenton. If you'd like to come
by my office tomorrow afternoon, Oh, about two o'clock I just may be able to
be a great help to you." Fenton looked at the card then back at the man.
Halliburton had a mischievous smirk on his face.
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Elizabeth Stoddard…
JOAN BENNETT
Barnabas Collins…
JONATHAN FRID
Julia Hoffman…
GRAYSON HALL
Roger Collins…
LOUIS EDMONDS
Bob Rooney…
BOB O'CONNELL
Gerald Fenton…
MICHAEL STROKA
Trevor Halliburton…
KEITH PRENTICE
David Collins…
DAVID HENESY
Written by RUSS WILLIAMS
Directed by RUSS WILLIAMS
Fashions courtesy of ORBACH'S
Costumes by MOSTOLLER
Music composed by ROBERT COBERT
Series created by DAN CURTIS Executive Producer
Dan Curtis Productions Copyright 1971