Collinwood. The year 1971. Three have returned from the year 1841 where the
family endured great turmoil at the hands of the evil warlock, Judah
Zachary, who pronounced a curse on the families of the three judges who
passed the sentence upon him for the crime of witchcraft. Their verdict
handed down and executed in the year 1692 ordered his beheading. 142 years
later, he revived by possessing the body of Gerard Stiles, a close family
friend of Quentin Collins, the soon to be heir of the Collins estate.
His plans were thwarted by another trip trough time, when Barnabas Collins,
Julia Hoffman, and Professor Eliot Stokes traveled back to that era. Now in
the present day, he has once again manifested himself as a disembodied soul.
Only his cruel eyes can be seen., but in the town of Collinsport, frightful
and terrifying events lie in wait for all who bear the name, Collins…
Trevor Halliburton sat behind his desk talking on the phone. "Yes, it's too
bad you missed it. If you could have only seen the look on Roger Collins'
face when I served him with the papers! He could have almost swallowed his
own tongue." He said leaning back in the chair smiling "Now, here's what I
need you to do. I want you to get a pen and paper and I need you to document
every single thing you can remember. I mean everything! This is for my eyes
only, and I don't want you to leave anything out. If I'm to help you, I need
to know everything possible. There is something in there that's going to win
this for us. I just have to find it. Take about a week. I want it to be as
complete and thorough as possible. Yes. That's right. I'll see you here in
my office next Friday. Alright Gerald. Goodbye"
Halliburton hung up the phone with a grin on his face. He opened the desk
drawer and took out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. He closed the
drawer and brought the lighter up to his face. Suddenly his eyes grew wide.
The cigarette dropped from his lips on the floor. Across the desk from him,
floating in mid air, were the ghostly green eyes.
Laughter bellowed from the spot where they were suspended. Then they began
to move toward Halliburton. He backed up in the chair until he was pinned
against the back wall.
His head shaking back and forth as he screamed out, "No, Noo, Noooooooooo!
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Trevor Halliburton presses into the wall behind his desk. A look of horror
is on his face.
"What do you want? He screamed in terror, as the eyes simply glared at him.
Large beads of sweat pour off Halliburton's face as he watches in fear.
Then, the voice of Judah Zachary sounded from where the eyes were suspended.
"Look into my eyes. Deep into my eyes." Halliburton was now shaking. What
could he do? Pinned in the corner of his office with no escape, he looked
into the eyes of Judah Zachary. They pierced his soul. It was now as if he
were paralyzed. He felt helpless to do anything except look at source of his
horror. "
"Your house will have a new owner. You will live in your house, in one room.
A very small room. I will be lord of the manor; you will be as a mouse in
the wall. If you get in my path, I shall crush you as an insect. Aside
now, O foolish one. Make my house ready" Then the eyes closed in on Trevor
Halliburton until they merged with his own. The look of horror subsided, and
was replaced with one of sneering triumph. A mean evil chuckle then
transformed into loud and evil bellowing laughter.
Roger Collins stood in the drawing room at Collinwood. He poured a drink and
very quickly downed it in a single gulp. "I suppose you think getting drunk
is going to help matters?" Elizabeth Collins Stoddard said a look of
displeasure on her face. "It's only the second one, Liz" he said with a
worried look. He turned to face her. "What are we going to do, Liz? When did
Garner die?" he asked. "Four nights ago, according to his office. They are
in the process of closing, since young Garner is moving to Portland to open
a practice. We can leave the accounts with them if we like, and deal with
him from Portland or we can retain other services." She said matter of
factly. I don't like the idea of dealing at such long distances…" Her
comments were interrupted by a knock at the front door. Liz walked to the
front door and opened it. Standing in the doorway was Tony Peterson. "Good
evening, Mrs. Stoddard", he said removing his hat. "I had some depositions
to file at the courthouse, or I would have been here sooner." He said
looking a bit puzzled. "Come into the drawing room, Mr. Peterson, I have a
matter of business to discuss with you." She said turning to rejoin Roger in
the drawing room. Tony was curious about what strange manner of business she
had in mind, remembering back to the last time she called him here for
business. Elizabeth closed the drawing room doors and motioned for Peterson
to have a seat. Tony sat down and gave her his full attention. "Mr.
Peterson, as you may know, the Collins family has retained the services of
Frank Garner for many years. He died just a few days ago, and the law
practice is closing." Liz said with a concerned look. "Yes, I do remember
reading about Garner. A good man." Tony replied and waited for her to
resume. "As you know, we will have to retain someone else. Would you be
interested in representing the Collins family and Collins Enterprises, Mr.
Peterson?" she asked pointedly. Peterson rose to his feet, and looked
directly at her and said. "I don't pretend to have the level of expertise
that Frank Garner achieved, Mrs. Stoddard. I'm a small town lawyer. I think
you need to know that. Do you trust me with the Collins business and family
matters enough to retain me, knowing my level of experience?" Elizabeth
stood up straight, looking directly at Tony and replied, "You handled our
last business transaction in a professional and confidential manner. The
village isn't spreading rumors of the insane woman at Collinwood who is
raving about being buried alive. Confidentiality is the hallmark trait we
need in one who represents us, you have proven yourself to be trustworthy.
If you agree, we would like to retain your services as our attorney, Mr.
Peterson." Peterson smiled and extended his hand to Liz to seal their
agreement.
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Judah rummaged through the drawers in Halliburton's desk, examining each
item as he withdrew them. He nodded recognition at some of the items, and
was quite puzzled at others. He closed the drawer and began emptying his
pockets on the desk. He examined each of these items as he had the drawers'
contents. He opened the wallet and withdrew some bills. He looked at them
and said, "Ah yes! It looks quite different, but I know what this is." He
returned everything to his pockets. He then eyed the silver box on the desk.
He had seen Halliburton press the button on it to talk to the female he had
seen in the outer office as he had followed him back from his confrontation
with Roger. He pressed the button, not remembering the woman's name on the
other end. Then he remembered and said "Miss Parker?" The receptionist's
voice came back over the intercom. "Yes Trevor?" He grimaced at the
familiarity the woman showed when addressing him, then said, "I must go out
for a while, if anyone comes looking for me, tell them I shall return"
The receptionist sounded puzzled, but replied, "Yes Sir. You do have a 4 o'clock
with
Mr. Samuels, do you think you will be back by then?" Zachary was disturbed
at this and replied. "Tell him I shall have to see him tomorrow. I have much
to accomplish this day." The confused voice then replied," Yes, Tre… Uh, Mr.
Halliburton." He removed the strange looking headpiece he had seen
Halliburton wearing earlier from the coat rack and placed it on his head.
Then he hurriedly opened the door and left.
Tony Peterson studied the documents as he sipped coffee at the drawing room of Collinwood. Liz stood nervously watching him. He replaced the cup on the coffee table and looked up at Liz. "Mrs. Stoddard, there's nothing to worry about here. There's no way in the world they can win this. A first year law student wouldn't do anything this stupid. I know Trevor Halliburton; he's a top notch lawyer. I can't understand why he's gone this far. It just doesn't make sense." Liz still looked worried and asked, "Are you certain, Tony?" Peterson looked up at her confidently, "I'd stake my reputation on it. To win a case for libel or slander, the accused has to prove the charges are a lie. These receipt books tell the whole story. I'll set up an appointment to confer with Halliburton, and see what this is all about. There's no cause for worry, Mrs. Stoddard. However, in future dealings of this nature, Mr. Collins, I suggest you confront people in a more private location, like your office. This whole thing might have been avoided if you had." He said. "I'll look over these other matters in the morning. It's getting late. Is Carolyn home, Mrs. Stoddard?" he asked. "No, she went to Rockport this afternoon; I'm not sure when she will return." Liz replied. "Well, I'll be going and thank you for your confidence in me Mrs. Stoddard; I'll try to live up to your expectations." Tony said with a smile. Liz returned the smile and said, I'm sure you'll do just fine Mr. Peterson, thank you for coming on such short notice" "My pleasure, Mrs. Stoddard, Good night". Liz and Roger watched as he left. Roger then took another sip of his drink and said, "I sure hope you know what you're doing, Liz. For all our sakes."
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The possessed Trevor Halliburton returned to the office carrying a small
paper sack. He went around the desk and sat in the chair. From the sack he
removed three candles and arranged them on the desk. He reached into the
sack again and withdrew a box of matches.
He then looked troubled as if something just wasn't right. Looking at
himself, he arose with a look of irritation and threw off the suit jacket
and yanked the necktie from around his neck, tossing them on the sofa. He
then slowly lit the candles. He stood behind the desk and raised his hands
palms down. Closing his eyes, he begins to speak. "From the dark
netherworld I seek one. I seek one native to this world. I call from the
flames, an aide who will guide me in a world I do not know. I call you to
come forth now. Appear to me now. Appear!" A mist appears on the opposite
side of the desk, growing larger and larger until it takes human shape.
Judah watched with keen interest to see who would appear. The mist begins to
slowly subside. Across the desk, he saw a face that looked strangely
familiar, but not quite. Standing across the desk from him, fully
materialized now stood the form of Nicholas Blair.
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Elizabeth Stoddard…
JOAN BENNETT
Roger Collins…
LOUIS EDMONDS
Tony Peterson…
JERRY LACY
Nicholas Blair…
HUMBERT ALLEN ASTREDO
Trevor Halliburton/Judah Zachary…
KEITH PRENTICE
Voice of Judah…
ADDISON POWELL
Written by RUSS WILLIAMS
Directed by RUSS WILLIAMS
Story created and Developed by ART WALLACE
Fashions courtesy of ORBACH'S
Costumes by MOSTOLLER
Music composed by ROBERT COBERT
Series created by DAN CURTIS Executive Producer