Collinwood, in the year 1971. The troubles of the past that were thought to have been left in the year 1841 have followed the residents of the great house and threaten to bring greater horrors than they have ever known. The evil Judah Zachary, a convicted warlock in the town of Collinsport in the year 1692 has now transcended time and space and arrived in the 20th century to continue his oath of vengeance against the descendants of a man who passed sentence upon him so very long ago. Meanwhile, in the nearby town of Collinsport, another plot is coming together to bring destruction upon them.
Gerald Fenton knocks on the door of attorney Trevor Halliburton. "Just a moment" a voice called out from inside the office. Moments later the door opened. Trevor Halliburton waved Fenton inside offering him a chair. Fenton sat across the desk from Halliburton. "OK, its 2 o'clock, and I'm here. Just what is it that you think you can do? The attorney opened his desk drawer and withdrew a cigarette. He remained silent as he lit it, his eyes on Fenton as he did. He waved the match to put it out and then spoke. "I was witness to that unfortunate little incident at the Blue Whale last night. A quite tactless way to handle the situation I must say." Fenton took a deep breath. It was apparent he didn't have much patience with what seemed the attorney's cat and mouse game. "Ok, Ok, I know you saw the whole thing, would you tell me why you called me here?" he said twiddling his index finger on the chair arm. Halliburton sat up straight in his chair. Smoke billowed from his mouth as he placed the cigarette in the ashtray on his desk then leaned forward placing his hands on the desk with his fingers interlocked and spoke. "Mr. Fenton, have you ever heard the terms slander, libel, public humiliation, unlawful dismissal… shall I go on?"
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Gerald Fenton sat up straight in his chair, a look of interest now lighting his face. "You mean you think I have a case against Roger Collins?" he said with a slight smile. "Do we have a case?" he said with great incredulousness. "Roger Collins broke every rule in the book confronting you the way he did." Fenton shook his head slightly and spoke. "Mr. Halliburton, he caught me dead to rights. They have the phony books I was keeping to cover the fact that I was taking company money. I got really behind in my bills, I drink too much, and I lose a lot at the gambling tables in Rockport. I realized one night when I was adding up the deposit that if I could just take a few hundred from that pile in front of me, it would get me out of the hole. So I cooked the books to hide what I did and it saved my hide. I got away with it, and when I lost a bundle at the tables one night I got brave, or I should say stupid, and I did it again. The more I got away with it, the more I did it until I just couldn't stop doing it." Halliburton pursed his lips and said. "So you're saying you don't want my help? Fenton shook his head saying, "It's not that I don't want your help. I just don't see how we can win!" Halliburton puffed the cigarette once again and said, "Do you trust me enough to know that I know what I'm doing Mr. Fenton? I'm hardly a wet behind the ears law school graduate trying my first case.. Do you want a way out of this mess or not?" Fenton thought for a moment and nodded approval. "That's more like it, Gerald. Since we're about to become very good friends, I hope you don't mind if I call you Gerald" He then sank back into his chair puffing cheerfully with a smirking grin on his face. (Sharp stinging note sounds)
Quentin Collins sat in the drawing room reading a book. Maggie Evans came
into the room. "Hi Quentin," she said cheerfully. "Now there's a scene you
don't see very often!" She reached down and tilted the cover to see what he
was reading. "Public Speaking. A 20th Century Guide to Success" she said
reading the title. "So you're going to accept Elizabeth's offer?" Quentin
placed the book on the coffee table and poured himself a drink. "Yes, I
think its about time I made myself useful. It's been a long time since
somebody's put that kind of trust in me. It feels good. I'm definitely not
afraid to talk to people and if I can help the family business and myself at
the same time, it seems foolish to turn down the chance." He said
thoughtfully. Maggie smiled warmly at him, pleased to see him in such good
spirits. "Well where are your 2 favorite students today, Maggie?" he said
with a grin. "David is making up a geography test he failed miserably and
Hallie went to Portland with Mrs. Stoddard." She said wondering why he
asked. "Well then, I guess David wouldn't miss you if you went on a little
picnic with me in the woods now would he?" Quentin asked pulling her close
to him. "Maggie smiled and cocked her head to one side, "As long as I'm back
in an hour. I need to review some things with David before- " Three knocks
at the front door interrupted her words. She walked to the big double doors
and opened one of them. Standing in the doorway was Joe Haskell. "Hello
Maggie" he said. A look of shock comes over her face.
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"Joe!" she said, her voice sounding shaken. "Are you ok, Maggie?" Joe said
looking at her with concern. Gaining her composure, she then replied, "Yes,
Joe. I'm just surprised to see you, that's all." Joe smiled and said "Well
Dr Hoffman just authorized my release yesterday. I had to wait till today to
hitch a ride with one of the doctors who was coming out this way. Dr Hoffman
didn't tell you I was getting discharged?" "No. I haven't seen her in a
couple of days, so I guess she didn't have a chance to mention it." She
replied.
"Well, are you going to invite me in?" he asked smiling. "Well Joe, you know
I'm very busy. I'm working with David on his geography. He's having some
real difficulties with it." Joe trying to hide his disappointment replied,
"Uh, yeah. I should have realized I was calling on you at work. Maybe we can
get together tonight. I'm going into Collinsport to see if I can get back on
the boats again. Maybe I'll look up Chris while I'm at it." Maggie's eyes
dropped. "Joe, Chris and Amy have left Collinsport. We don't know where they
moved." Joe sighed and replied, "Well maybe I can at least get a job again.
I'll be in touch in a day or two." He turned away hastily and left. A look
of great worry came over her face as she slowly closed the door and returned
to the drawing room. Quentin looked up seeing her fallen countenance. "What's
the matter Maggie, you look pale. Come over and sit down for a minute." He
said taking her by the arm over to the sofa. "Everything was ok before you
answered the door. Who was it? What did they say that upset you so?" Maggie
looked up at him and replied, "Quentin, you remember hearing me mention Joe
Haskell?" Quentin thought for a moment, and said, "Ah yes, an old boyfriend
if I remember right." "That was him at the door, Quentin, and I can tell by
the way he acted he wants to pick up right where we left off." She said in a
worried tone.
"Do you still have feelings for him, Maggie?" Maggie stood up. "Oh Quentin,
of course I still have feelings for him. We were close, but I don't feel
about him that way! I'm just afraid that a rejection might hurt him. He was
just released from a sanitarium. I don't want to be the cause of sending him
back. Disappointing him this soon after getting out might be harmful to
him." "Maggie, from everything I remember you telling me, he was a level
headed, well adjusted guy. It took a run in with a werewolf to send him over
the edge. That kind of experience could send anybody into a tailspin. If he's
the kind of man I think he is, he'll be just fine." Quentin said hoping to
assure her. Maggie looked at him and said, "I hope you're right, Quentin.
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Joe Haskell stands in the woods near the front gate to the Collinwood Estate. His thoughts pouring over the events he had just experienced. (Thoughts heard as if he were actually speaking) "Maggie acted like she didn't want to see me. Maybe there's someone else. Maybe she thinks I'm crazy. I just came from a sanitarium, a place for crazy people. Maybe she's afraid of me. I have to convince her I'm alright. Chris. I was hoping he could put me up till I get back on my feet. I have to find a place to bunk till I get back to work. Barnabas. I wonder if he would let me stay at the old house. I've got to go see him." Joe turned back in the direction of the old house.
Joe Haskell pounded the knocker on the door to the old house. He turned and looked toward the woods as he waited for the door to open. A minute passed with no answer. He pounded the knocker again and stood waiting. "I guess nobody is home." He thought as he again walked to the woods. From behind the curtain at the front window, a puzzled Willie Loomis watched as Joe Haskell disappeared from sight.
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Willie Loomis stands at the window still looking puzzled as he turns from
the window. "What was Haskell doin' heah?" his thoughts pondered." Julia
said he was getting outta Windcliff. I wunda what he wanted heah?" The phone
on the desk rang interrupting Willie's thoughts. He picked up the phone and
answered. "Collins residence. Oh hi Julia. No. Barnabas ain't heah. No he
didn't say when he'd be heah. Yeah, I'll let him know you called. No I ain't
nervous. It's just that Joe Haskell was heah a minute ago. He didn't say
what he wanted cause I pretended nobody was home. You know me and Joe
Haskell, we ain't on such good terms. I never liked him too much. Yeah, I'll
be sure to tell Barnabas he came by. Ok Julia." Willie placed the receiver
back on the phone and turned to the foyer. Taking the dust cloth from his
back pocket he walked up the stairs. From inside the bookshelf in the
drawing room a pair of green disembodied eyes had witnessed the entire
event. A low evil chuckle emanated from the place where they were
positioned.
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Quentin Collins…
DAVID SELBY
Maggie Evans…
KATHRYN LEIGH SCOTT
Willie Loomis…
JOHN KARLEN
Joe Haskell…
CHRIS BERNAU
Gerald Fenton…
MICHAEL STROKA
Trevor Halliburton…
KEITH PRENTICE
Written by RUSS WILLIAMS
Directed by RUSS WILLIAMS
Story created and Developed by SAM HALL
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