Evil never rests, and those who do, fall easy prey to its cruelty. At Collinwood, evil has found a home, and a place to weave its deceitful and hateful web of cruelty upon all those who live within its walls. For Barnabas Collins, has been snared in this deadly web and hope for escape has fled as the sun flees hastily with the arrival of the dark night. Now the evil that dwells within the ancient walls, seeks another to victimize in his hateful war of vengeance, and evil gloats at prospect of its dark and hurtful plans...
Trevor sits at the table in Adam's old room. The self satisfied look of triumph is on his face as Judah inside him gloats. "My victory is almost complete! The Collins who posed the greatest threat to me has been dealt with. He shall become a wrinkled old man with barely the strength to raise so much a hand. Dealing with the rest should be child's play. They are simpletons who scoff at the existence of the kind of powers I possess. They will perish in their folly. I will watch them fall, one by one, till the last Collins lies still, my foot upon their throat. I, Judah Zachary, will triumph!" His thoughts are heard aloud. He stands with a box of matches. Three candles are arranged in a pyramid on the table. Slowly, purposefully, he lights each one. He blows out the match and then resumes his seated position. "Now, I shall deal with my next victim!" He says with a sneer. He becomes aware of footsteps outside the door. The door knob slowly begins to turn. The door cracks open. The camera freezes on the troubled face of Trevor Halliburton, as he wonders who is about to discover his actions. (Three dramatic notes sound)
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Trevor Halliburton sits staring at opening door. His mouth is open with his breath held, as he fears who will appear, and if his terrible secret will be revealed. The door swings wide open to reveal Carolyn standing there. Trevor gulps hard and then said, "Oh, it's you." Carolyn frowned slightly and asked, "Did you think it would be someone else?" Trevor then stood and walked over to her, taking her into his embrace and replies, "No Darling, I simply wasn't expecting anyone at all, since I did come back here for a little privacy." Carolyn then looked up at him smiling and said, "Well if you really want privacy, you should watch your back a little closer when you slip off. David told me he saw you come to the West wing, it's a real wonder he didn't follow you to see what you were up to." Trevor's face registered a look of caution as if he were filing this bit of information away for later. He must keep an eye on young Collins, to insure he won't be discovered in the future. "So, I see you're meditating again. What earth shaking change is about to come to your life now?" Carolyn asked. Trevor looked into her eyes and said, "Oh, none that I'm aware of. I just thought that since you were away in Bangor, it might be a good time to avail myself of the opportunity to catch up on a little soul searching. I'm glad you interrupted before I got too deep into it. I've missed you." Carolyn smiles and tilts her head looking at him endearingly and says, "I've missed you too!" They lock into a passionate kiss as camera fades.
Selena Parker sat in the living room at her home in Collinsport looking concerned. She sipped on a cup of coffee while trying to read, but her mind was troubled by other thoughts that just would not let go. She stood up and walked about the room trying to decide what she should do. Her eyes fell on the phone by the sofa. She walked over and picked it up. She hurriedly dialed and waited an answer. "Hello, Willie. Is Barnabas home?" she asked with a fretful look. "Could I speak with him?" she continued. She took another sip and waited. "Barnabas, It's Selena. I'm really worried about some things." She listened as he obviously asked what was wrong. "Trevor was in court all day today..." she said as he apparently wondered why that was a concern. "I couldn't get Nick out of my mind. We haven't heard anything from him since he went to Phoenix, So, my curiosity got the best of me. I called every court system in Phoenix and not one of them had any case that required him to return." She listened as he said something and then said, "Here's the strange part. None of them ever heard of a Nick Bentine. So I called the local bar association, and they said no one by the name of Nick Bentine has ever practiced law in the entire state, let alone Phoenix." "You knew? How?" "Well, yes, I can wait till I see you. Barnabas, you don't sound like you feel very well. Are you alright? Don't tell Trevor? Why shouldn't I tell him, he may be concerned? Nick is his friend. Yes, I trust you. You know I do. Alright, I won't mention a word of it. Please get well soon. I miss you. Good bye Barnabas." Selena hung up the phone and paced a few steps as she wondered what it all meant. She looked up suddenly, convinced someone was watching her. She turned slowly and saw standing in a dark alcove, the mysterious robed, hooded woman. (Three dramatic notes sound)
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Carolyn and Trevor lie in their bed. Carolyn is on her side looking as Trevor as he puffs on a cigarette. "Well, you never did say how you enjoyed your trip." Trevor said looking over at her. She smiled and replied, "It was simply marvelous. I raided all the stores and I got some beautiful dresses for mother. She's had some of those dresses she wears for over twenty years." Trevor eyes dart as that strikes a chord with him. "Yes, I believe there used to be rumors that she never stepped foot outside this house. It was just a few years ago that she finally ventured out into the outside world, wasn't it?" Carolyn reluctantly nodded that it was true and quickly added, "But that's all water under the bridge now, as they say." Trevor then said, "I still can't help wondering what would make someone cut themselves off from the rest of the world for so long like that." Carolyn's eyes fell and she said, "My father left her. For many years she thought he was dead. But he came back a couple of years ago. I never knew him. I was just getting to know him when he was killed." Trevor stopped a moment and said, "That was just about the time I came here from Albany. I seem to remember reading about that. His name was Paul, wasn't it?" Sadly she replied that he was correct. "Well, I can imagine how much that must have hurt you." She rolled over on her back and looked at the ceiling and replied, "I still wonder what might have happened if he hadn't died when he did. I always heard bad things about him while I was growing up. But the man that came back here really cared about me. I know he did. I could feel it. I almost left Collinsport with him. If I had, he might still be alive today." Trevor feigned sorrow and said, "They never did solve the mystery surrounding his death, did they?" "No." she said sadly. Suddenly she burst into tears. "I wanted to get to know him so badly, and he was taken away from me before I could." Trevor held her close as the spirit of Judah inside reveled in her pain. (Sad music plays out)
The hooded woman walks through the woods quietly being followed by Selena
Parker. "Where are you taking me? Please! Tell me. Where are we going?" The
woman remained silent and continued to venture forth past trees and bushes.
Selena looking confused continues to follow. "Why won't you tell me where we're
going?" Selena continued questioning. As before, the woman proceeded as if
nothing had been asked at all. They came to a clearing and Selena saw
headstones. "A cemetery; why have you brought me to a cemetery?" Selena
pleaded. Again she received no response but watched as the figure approached
one of the headstones. The figure then stopped and bent over and grabbed a
ring on the headstone and pulled it. The grave then began to crumble as a
concrete door under the surface slowly slid open revealing a stairway
leading down. Selena watched as the woman slowly descended the concrete
stairs. She saw the woman waving her to follow. Selena gave a look of
hesitation, feeling uneasy about going down into that dark, uncertain, and
foreboding looking place. Curiosity won out though, and she slowly began
descending the stairs into the dank, musty cavern. In addition to the musty,
moldy smell, she also detected the essence of charring, as if there had once
been a fire or explosion in this abandoned hideaway. Who would have built
such a place under a graveyard she thought. Then the even greater question,
why? Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she could no longer see anything
because of the darkness. Suddenly, a flame appeared as her guide had
apparently lit the remains of a candle that had once been used there.
Looking around, she saw fallen pillars and timbers as well as huge stones
strewn about. Taking another step, her foot slid uncontrollably until she
regained her footing. Looking down, she saw that she had stepped on a glass
shard. After she regained her bearings, she saw the woman feeling the
underside of a broken black coffin. She heard a click and then saw hidden
compartment pop open near the bottom. The woman stood still as if waiting
for her to be the one to explore its contents. She stepped forward and
stooped down to better reach the compartment. She reached deep inside and a
look of surprise crossed her face as she apparently found something. Slowly
and deliberately, she worked it out through the small opening which was
barely large enough to get her hand in. A moment later she withdrew a book.
She rose and moved it over next to the candle to better see what it was. As
the candlelight flickered over the cover she read aloud. "Journal of Judah
Zachary"
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Trevor Halliburton entered the deserted West wing room where Carolyn had discovered him earlier. He looked back out the door again to make sure he had not been followed. When he was certain he was completely alone, he closed the door behind him and lit the candles on the table. He reached into a breast pocket and withdrew a small palm sized amulet. It looked like a cross inside a circle with small orbs on the four compass points. He held it up before the flames and spoke. "Darkness will now descend upon this house! I will control the mighty Collins Estate once again, as I did once before. Dreams! Yes! A house of dreams, it shall become. Those who live in this house shall be beset by their deepest and darkest nightmares. Let their deepest terrors torment their nights and days! It has been declared, and it shall be so!" A hideous look of evil delight showed on his twisted face. Camera fades out and fades back in on the sleeping Carolyn. (Dream music sequence begins) Carolyn's head tosses to and fro on her pillow as a pained look shows on her face. (Swirling, flashing lights fade in overtaking her face.) "Carolyn! Where are you, Carolyn?" the voice asked. She sees her own face in the dream with a look of shock and horror. Her head is shaking frantically. "No. It can't be!" she wailed out in total disbelief. "I told you I would return, Carolyn!" The voice continued on. "Jeb! It's impossible! It can't be you!" A dark silhouette appears before her. The silhouette was unmistakable. "I told you I would return one day Carolyn, and I always keep my promises!" The voice spoke as the silhouette moved closer. It moved closer still until light shown upon the face; the horribly disfigured face of Jeb Hawkes! Carolyn's hands shot up to her face in horror at the sight and she let out a bloodcurdling scream. (Light swirl again and Carolyn's head tossed back and forth wildly as the scream is still heard. Her eyes snap open in horror as her scream matches the one in the dream. (Three sets of three rapid notes sound, then one dramatically sustained note. Camera fades to black)
Carolyn Stoddard Halliburton.
NANCY BARRETT
Ghost of Jeb Hawkes.
CHRISTOPHER PENNOCK
Selena Parker.
KATE JACKSON
Trevor Halliburton/Judah Zachary.
KEITH PRENTICE
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