Collinwood has seen a resurrection. For a section of the Great House that has been dead for many years, is now alive again. Barnabas Collins now lives in the formerly deserted East Wing of the mansion. It is from here that he seeks to rid the house of the greatest enemy it has ever known. For Judah Zachary, the man ultimately responsible for the curse that has opened generations of the Collins family to all manner of evil and supernatural occurrences, has now appeared himself in the present time, seeking to bring the family to it's final demise...
"Your new living arrangements seem to suit you, Barnabas. I think it's
marvelous that Mrs. Stoddard let you open up this section of the house."
Selena remarked. Barnabas pensively nodded agreement that he was somewhat
pleased at the arrangement. She then added, "Oh I know it can never replace
what you lost, but it's really a great alternative. I know I like it."
Barnabas nodded quietly. "You seem preoccupied. Is anything wrong,
Barnabas?" she asked. Barnabas sat with his fingers steepled before his
chin and said, "No, I apologize if I've made you feel unwelcome. I was just
thinking about that man who burned in the fire. The police still haven't
been able to identify him." Selena's eyes dropped as she said, "That reminds
me, I was remembering that ring they found, and how much it looked like Mr.
Bentine's ring. I was going to ask him where he bought it, but Trevor said
he had to go out of town for a few days." Barnabas' face registered a look
of confirmation as he realized that of course an explanation would have had
to be conjured by Judah to explain Nicholas' absence. Barnabas struggled
with his emotions and his thoughts wrestled with his soul to be expressed to
Selena. "If only I could tell her. No, I can't take the risk that he doesn't
have access to her thoughts. I know she is not willing helping him. I must
find a way to protect her from Judah, but how? How can I get her out of harm's
way? There must be a way! There must!" Selena's voice interrupted his
thoughts as a gasp came from her lips. Barnabas rose and walked over to her
and said, what is it Selena?" Her eyes were wide in disbelief. She then
said, "It must have been my imagination; I could have sworn I saw someone
standing at the other end of that corridor!" Barnabas looked out the doors
and down the hall to the door leading to the main part of the house. Seeing
no one there, he took her elbows in his arms and said, "Well, there's no one
there now. Perhaps you're tired." Selena thought a moment, and said, "Maybe,
but I was sure I saw a robed, hooded figure at the end of that hall!"
Barnabas eyes grew wide at this second mention of a figure robed in white
with a hood.
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"You saw someone in a robe at the end of the hall?" Barnabas asked urgently. Selena looked totally bewildered and said, "Well I thought I did, but there doesn't seem to be anyone there now." She said still looking confused. Barnabas turned and paced the room as he struggled with whether or not to confirm to Selena that what she saw was not her imagination. He paused a brief moment at the window. How much should he tell her? Could he confirm to her that she did see the robed woman without arousing her curiosity about why she should appear? He didn't even know himself why this mysterious robed woman had suddenly appeared, but whoever she is, she seems to be an ally. Why else would she see Adam to safety when the fire broke out? His thoughts were interrupted by Selena as she said laughingly, "Don't tell me the house is haunted. You act as if you thought I really saw that figure. I think I've just seen too many late night movies lately." Barnabas so wanted to tell her all this very moment, but she had given him the perfect reasoning to explain it all away. Hesitantly he said, "I suppose you're right. It would seem both of us are tired. Let me take you home, Selena." She came close to him, and he looked into her eyes, and they kissed for a moment. She then slipped her arm into his and they departed down the corridor.
Gerald Fenton lies in his hospital room wracking his thoughts in spite of
Dr. Bertrand's recommendation that he relax and allow it to come naturally.
He remembers Roger leaving the Blue Whale after their public confrontation.
He then struggles as the next thoughts will not come to him. He then
remembers returning to the Blue Whale at some future time and again unable
to remember anything except entering, and then suddenly finding himself
confined at the sanitarium. He tosses and turns on the bed only to hear an
unknown voice saying, "You are alone Gerald Fenton, Alone. Alone!
Alone!" He sits up on the bed clasping his forehead in his palms, his
fingers dig at his hair as if he meant to pull it out of his scalp as his
eyes show utter confusion and bewilderment. He springs to his feet looking
about the room as if he thought he would find some clue there as to what
this madness all meant. He paces the room back and forth and finally goes to
the door. Trying the knob, he finds it locked from the outside. He waves
his arms in a motion of resignation and paces a few more steps. "Why can't I
remember?" he says aloud in desperation. He paces the room a few more steps
and slides both hands into his back pockets and looks at the ceiling as if
asking heaven silently to help him. A look of curiosity crosses his face
as he withdraws his hands from his pockets and brings a small white business
card around looking at it with utter shock. "Trevor Halliburton, Attorney at
Law" he said as if a revelation had suddenly struck. (Camera blurs as a
flashback comes to his mind)
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.
Fenton's eyes grew wide as the memory poured forth as if a dam had burst. He looked again at the card he held in his hand as if it were a winning lottery ticket. A triumphant smile crossed his face as he knew he must tell Dr. Bertrand what he had remembered. He takes two steps toward the door and suddenly freezes stock still. Materializing in front of the door was a transparent disembodied head. A middle aged bald man sneered at him. Fenton's eyes grew wide in terror. They looked as if they might well pop from their sockets. Then the sound of evil laughter is heard. The head, its laughter increasing in volume and intensity moved closer and closer. Gerald Fenton's head nodded side to side as if trying to say "No!" It nodded even faster in desperation. He opened his mouth to cry out for help, but no sound came forth. He backs into a corner as the head came closer and closer. His hands rise to cover his face. Closer; closer. (Camera fades to black. Three dramatic notes sound)
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Morning dawns over Collinwood. Quentin Collins emerges from the doorway under the landing in the foyer and strolls into the drawing room to find Elizabeth Stoddard sipping coffee as she read a letter from the stack she had on the desk. "Well, Good morning, Elizabeth! Not hail, sleet, snow or anything else will keep you from the morning mail I see!" Liz smiled briefly at his levity and replied, "No, someone must. I really feel that Roger should be thinking about returning to the matters of business. Mr. Thorsen does an adequate enough job, but you can't expect him to handle things with the same zeal as someone who owns the business. I do wish he would stop exiling himself in that room every waking hour." Quentin now much more somber than before added, "I just came from his room. He must have started drinking at the crack of dawn. There's no way he could report anywhere in the condition he's in!" An exasperated look crossed Liz's face as she could already see in her mind the drunken stupor he must be in. I must confront him, Quentin. I cannot allow this to go on. I simply can't. I know I can't even begin to know what it's like to go through what Roger has been through, but it's time for him to start shouldering some responsibility. He wasn't paralyzed as the doctor's thought he might be. I'm going to confront him, Quentin. As soon as Carolyn returns, I am going to tell Roger it's enough!" Quentin raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh, you mean Carolyn isn't here?" The exasperation disappeared from her face and she became more congenial and said, "No, she went out of town. I don't expect her back until tomorrow. "Quentin poured a cup of the freshly brewed coffee for himself from the urn on the coffee table. He raised the cup to take a sip. "That Trevor Halliburton is an exceptional young man, don't you think, Quentin?" Liz asked. Quentin froze the cup where it was as his eyes took on a look of sudden surprise. "So, Carolyn is with Trevor Halliburton?" he asked curiously. Liz smiled and said, "Yes. He asked her to join him at some sort of annual affair that's held up the coast." Quentin sipped the coffee and continued to look suspicious at this news. He felt so helpless, knowing he wanted to shake Carolyn into the realization of what she was involved with while also realizing the even greater danger of interfering. He also realized he could not reveal his thoughts about Trevor Halliburton to Liz. He looked at his watch and said, "I didn't realize how late it was. I'm off to Boston, and the plane leaves in about a half an hour. Do excuse me." He placed his cup back on the tray and quickly left the house. Liz slightly smiled and returned to the work at hand.
Camera focuses on an office door. It reads, Dr. Edward Bertrand. The door opens and Dr. Bertrand emerges followed by Julia Hoffman. "It was simply marvelous, Dr. He was coherent. He had rational thought processes; the automaton behavior was no longer present. He speaks in full ration statements." Bertrand relayed to Julia as she eagerly listened and nodded. "So you recommend stepping up the treatments?" she asked looking at Dr. Bertrand. The doctor paused a moment, and considered and said, "Maybe in another day or so. I think we need to exercise caution. He does still have several lapses in his memory, and I fear moving too fast could jeopardize the progress we've achieved so far. He is remembering being confronted by Collins about the extorting of funds, but when he tries to reach the next stage, he experiences one of his lapses and tries too hard to compensate. That frustrates him and he taxes himself trying to force it all to come together." Julia looked purposefully taking in all the doctor has to say. They begin walking down the corridor. "Last night, he was right on the verge of a breakthrough. I advised him to get some rest and maybe today we could try to learn a little more. I'm quite concerned about him not letting the events come back naturally." They stop in front of room 207. Bertrand's hand grasps the door knob and turns it. "I really think you'll be surprised at..." The door opens to reveal Gerald Fenton sitting up straight on the floor in the corner of the room with a look of frozen horror on his face. They look at each other in shock and rush over to Fenton. Julia grabs Fenton's wrist to check his pulse. Julia's eyes drop momentarily, she then turns to Bertrand and says, "He's DEAD!" Bertrand's mouth opens in total shock at the news hardly able to believe his ears. (Three dramatic notes sound)
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Julia Hoffman and Dr. Bertrand stand watching as two orderlies shown only from the shoulders down carry the body of Gerald Fenton from the room. Bertrand sighed with a sound of defeat and said, "We were so very close. I think another day, two at the most, we could have asked him anything. I just don't understand it!" Julia nodded with equal defeat saying, "There was vitally important information hidden in Gerald Fenton's mind. More vital than you realize Dr. Information that is now lost to us forever!" Bertrand stood exasperated at this new turn of events and gazed at his shoes in disappointment. Julia's countenance also fell. Her peripheral vision caught something in the corner where Gerald had been found. Curiously she walked over to see what it was. Bending over, she picks it up. A look of understanding and realization crosses her face as she sees, Trevor Halliburton, Attorney at Law. (Long dramatic strains of music roll climaxing in a crashing crescendo.)
Elizabeth Stoddard.
JOAN BENNETT
Barnabas Collins.
JONATHAN FRID
Dr. Julia Hoffman.
GRAYSON HALL
Quentin Collins.
DAVID SELBY
Gerald Fenton.
MICHAEL STROKA
Selena Parker.
KATE JACKSON
Dr. Bertrand.
JERED MICKEY
Head of Judah Zachary.
MICHAEL McGUIRE
Written and Directed by RUSS WILLIAMS
Story Developed and Created by ART WALLACE
Produced By PETER MINER
Associate Producer GEORGE DiCENZO
Fashions courtesy of ORBACH'S
Music composed by ROBERT COBERT
Scenic Design SY TOMASHOFF
Music Supervisor SYBIL WEINBERGER
Costume Design MOSTOLLER
Make up VINCENT LOSCALZO
Associate Producer KEN McEWEN
Assistant to the producer HARRIET ROHR
Unit Manager PATRICK PLEVEN
Technical Director J.J. LUPATKIN
Lighting Director MEL HANDELSMAN
Audio FRANK BAILEY HENRY PLIMACK
Sound Effects ED BLAINEY
Video RUDY PICCIRILLO ROSS SKIPPER
Series created by DAN CURTIS Executive Producer