Intrigue shrouds the great house of Collinwood as the warlock, Judah Zachary tightens his grip on those who live in the mansion over Widow's Hill. Those who seek to end his reign of terror have once again found themselves at a loss for how to overcome the impending evil that awaits...
Barnabas and Desmond again enter the East wing drawing room, each looking disappointed. "I was hopeful that the door would be there." Barnabas said with a sigh. Desmond nodded and said, "Yes, so did I. Leticia is sure to be worried about me. I only planned on being gone a short time." Stokes stood up and said, "I have made a startling discovery!" Barnabas turned eagerly to see what Stokes had found. Stokes looked at him and said, "It would seem that the enmity between Judah Zachary and Amadeus Collins did not begin when your ancestor was called from Collinsport to sit as one of the magistrates in the Bedford trial." Barnabas looked at him curiously and said, "What do you mean, Eliot?" Stokes sat again and replaced the monocle as he looked over the pages. He looked up at Barnabas and said, "The woman that Judah Zachary loved, and who also loved him, was stolen away from him. She later became the wife of Amadeus Collins!" Barnabas' mouth parted in shock. (Three dramatic notes sound)
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"Are you certain, Eliot?" Barnabas asked. Stokes lower lip shot out as he exclaimed, "There's no doubt about it. It's right here in these pages." Barnabas and Desmond sit in chairs across from him and he reads, "June 21, 1677, Mine aggravation increaseth day by day. For today, that Amadeus Collins hath once again given unto my beloved that look upon his countenance that showeth he hath interest in her. She hath not rebuked his forward glances. I fear I shall have to rebuke him to the face, for he showeth no sign of understanding that we are to be pledged to each other. I fear not withstanding him, but that my dearest seemeth to be quite pleased at his attentions. It troubleth mine heart greatly whether her heart is yet mine, or hath been stolen away by that weasel." Barnabas stood and paced about pensively, then asked, "I take it that Amadeus was successful in winning her affections from Judah then?" Stokes closed the books and stood. He places the monocle in his pocket and replies, "Yes. He tried to win her back and was laughed at. He jumped on his horse and rode recklessly away from the village. His horse lost its footing on a bridge just outside Collinsport. He was thrown into the river. Apparently he was unable to swim and almost drowned. A traveling coven happened upon him and rescued him. Having lost everything that he treasured, he decided to travel with them. The journal ends a few weeks into his travels with them. We can only surmise, from what we already know that his dedication to his newfound faith became such that he surpassed everyone else's abilities and rose to become the leader of the coven." Barnabas sighed and then said, "So as we suspected, he was still a novice at the black arts when the book ends and we still have no way to know how to counter his spell or how to destroy him for good." Desmond then spoke, "That's going to be found in the Collinsport courthouse in back in 1841. The journal that is there is the one we need to fight him. I'm going to move my bed into that room. When that door appears I mean to be there!" He turns and hurriedly exits the room. (Music twinkles out.)
Roger Collins enters the drawing room looking like he had not slept. Liz saw him and said, "Roger, what on earth is the matter? You look terrible!" Roger wheeled over to the bar and poured a drink and replied, "That silly dream kept me up half the night. I would wake up unable to get back to sleep, finally I would eventually drift off to sleep only to be awakened by it again. I still see no sense in the silly dream. From what I've heard, everyone else in the house is having dreams as well, but their dreams frighten the daylights out of them! There's nothing frightening about this dream. It's simply mind boggling! It makes no sense at all!" Liz then says, "I'll phone Mr. Thorsen and tell him you won't be in today." Roger tipped the drink and said, "Thank you, Liz. I'm certain I'd be falling asleep at the desk all day were I to report to the office." Liz picked up the phone and dialed. She waited for an answer and roger poured another drink. "Yes, Mr. Thorsen. Elizabeth Stoddard. Yes, I'm fine Mr. Thorsen. The reason I'm calling is that Roger is ill today and won't be able to come to the office. I'll need you to fill in for him in his absence." She listens to his response and replies, "Yes, we're hopeful he will return tomorrow. I'll let you know if he con't. Thank you, Mr. Thorsen." She hangs up the phone and walks back to the sofa again. Roger then wheels over closer to her and says, "Well, dear sister; you haven't told me what dark awful nightmares you yourself have been having!" Liz quickly responds saying, "I would rother not discuss it." Roger then pries," Well it must be something truly hair raising to affect you this way!" Liz then turns back and snaps, "I said I don't wish to discuss it!" She then rose quickly and left the room hurriedly. Quentin then entered and looked behind him watching Liz's speedy departure. "Good morning Quentin! How are you this fine day?" Roger said with a tongue in cheek attitude. Quentin glanced over at him as he poured a coffee from the urn on the coffee table. "Apparently a lot better than you are. You look like you've been rode hard and put up wet. A restless night, I take it?" He said with a slight chuckle. "What's the matter with Cousin Elizabeth? She didn't seem to be in the best of spirits herself!" He asked further. Roger replied, "Oh never mind her! I simply asked her what sort of nightmares she has been having and well, you saw her reaction." Quentin sipped on the coffee and said, "Well, if she is having nightmares, and they're as bad as some of the others I've heard about, I can't say as I blame her for not wanting to talk about it." Roger then replied, "How about you, Quentin? What kind of nightmares are you having?" Quentin finished the coffee and said, "I uh, I hate to disappoint you, Roger, but I'm afraid I don't dream. If you'll pardon me, I need to be going. Looks like you should get some sleep." Quentin then left the room with Roger looking puzzled. With no one to hear him, he said, "Curious! Very curious indeed!" (Music fades out)
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Barnabas sits in an arm chair in the East wing drawing room. He is looking curiously through the old journal. Desmond enters and looks about then says, "Where is the Professor?" Barnabas looked up and closed the book and said, "Sleeping. He sat here almost 48 hours researching the journal and these family histories; All for nothing apparently." Desmond replied, "So it would seem; which makes me wonder why you're wasting your time on it now." Barnabas sighed and said, "I am an optimist, I suppose. I hoped to find something he may have missed." The double doors opened and Desmond's eyes nearly pop out of his head. "Barnabas, I just wondered if..." Quentin stopped in mid sentence as he beheld this man in strange clothing gaping at him. "Quentin? What are YOU doing here?" Desmond asked, shocked at what he was beholding. Quentin looked curiously at Barnabas, then back at Desmond, and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't know you. I'm sure I've never seen you in my life." Barnabas came between the two men and spoke. "Desmond, meet Quentin Collins. A descendant of the Quentin you know." Now it was Quentin's turn to be shocked as he looked at Barnabas in dismay. "Desmond has come from the past to help us in our efforts against Judah!" Barnabas explained. Desmond then said, "Now you're telling me that Quentin has a descendant that looks just like him?" Quentin then interjected, "I'm afraid this face has figured rather prominently in the family ever since Daniel Collins married Harriet way back in..." Desmond nodded and said, 'I know, I remember Harriet. You and, well, the Quentin where I come from bear a strong resemblance to her." Barnabas then interrupted and said, "What was it you wanted, Quentin?" Quentin looked at Barnabas then shot a glance at Desmond, then looked back at Barnabas and said, "I, uh, was wondering if I could get that book from you?" Barnabas looked puzzled and asked, "What book, Quentin?" Quentin then said, "By the Light of the Silvery Moon." Barnabas gave him a knowing look and said, "Ah yes. I'll have Willie find it and bring it to you tonight." Quentin nodded acknowledgement and said, "That will be fine. I'll expect him tonight. Good to meet you, Desmond." He then turned and left them alone. Desmond stared in awe at the vacant doorway and said, "Absolutely amazing!"
The grandfather clock in the foyer chimes four o'clock. Professor Stokes descends the stairway as Elizabeth enters from the door under the landing. "Good afternoon, Eliot! Have you been visiting with Barnabas?" Liz asked as he reached the last step. "Yes, I'm afraid you would likely be quite bored to tears with our research, Mrs. Stoddard." He said with a slight smile. "Well, you should count yourself quite fortunate! The rest of us hardly ever see him any more." Stokes nodded and said, "I think I can explain that. I dropped in on him quite unexpectedly. He has been feeling a bit under the weather lately. That's likely why you haven't seen him. He wouldn't want to inadvertently pass his malady about if he were contagious." Liz looked troubled and said, "I had no idea Barnabas was ill!" Stokes then replied, "After speaking with Julia Hoffman, she has assured me he is simply suffering from fatigue, Nothing to be overly concerned about. She has ordered him to relax and get a little extra rest." Liz thought about what she had just heard and said, "I suppose you're right. He has been through a great deal losing the Old House and the renovations to the East wing. Eliot, would you mind if I spoke with you about something?" she asked with a look of concern. Stokes looked back at her compassionately and said, "Why certainly!" Liz motioned and said, "Please come into the drawing room." Stokes followed her inside and she closed the big double doors. She turned about to see him listening expectantly. Liz looked at him and said, "I'm terribly concerned about something that has been happening here at Collinwood, Eliot!" Stokes took her by the arm and led her over to the sofa and said, "Please, have a seat and tell me about it. Perhaps I'll have a solution." Liz hesitantly sat down and Stokes sat on a chair across the coffee table from her. Liz paused a moment and said, "There is a strange phenomenon occurring here at Collinwood, Eliot. Everyone in the house is having the most horrid nightmares. Roger had to stay home today instead of going to the cannery because he was kept awake half the night. Carolyn wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, David and Hallie, Mrs. Johnson, I simply con't understand what is happening." Stokes rose and rubbed his lower lip with his fingers and said, "So I can assume that since you made no mention of yourself, that you don't suffer the same affliction as the rest of the house?" Liz' eyes lowered as she quietly admitted she too was included in the dreadful occurrences. "I awake nightly in tears. I see Carolyn violently murdered in the streets of Collinsport." She then rose and looked imploring at him and asked, "What could it be, Eliot. It's like a contagion. If I weren't a reasonable woman, I would think the house were haunted." Stokes looked matter of factly at her and said, "No, not haunted, afflicted perhaps!" He then walks over beside her and sits on the sofa. She sits down beside him. He looks at her and says, "Elizabeth, to fully understand what is happening, you must be willing to drop the façade of being fully in control and insisting on logical, reasonable explanations." Liz looked at him troubled and said, "What do you mean?" Stokes replies, "You are a student of your own family history, are you not?" Liz nodded, not taking her eyes off him and says, "Well, yes, Roger is more familiar with our family's history than I, but I have read a considerable part of the family history. Why?" Stokes replied, "Even though great pains are taken by those who set that history down into print to hide it, there is the unmistakable mark of supernatural influences at work in every generation of your family. Only a complete fool would miss it, and I know that you are no fool." Liz looked at him greatly puzzled and said, "I don't understand what you're getting at." Stokes then looked at her and said, "In 1692, an evil warlock cursed this family. His curse was effective. Your home is under the influence of witchcraft Elizabeth." Liz mouth parted in shock at what she heard. (Stinging music rises and fades out.)
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Willie Loomis walks through Eagle Hill Cemetery. Crickets chirp and a dog barks off in the distance. He ambles past a sea of headstones until he sees the old Collins mausoleum before him. He walks up the steps and opens the iron gate. He sees Quentin waiting for him. "I appreciate you coming out, Willie. I don't know what I'd do without you, Barnabas and Julia. So, have you met Desmond?" Willie nodded and replied, "Yeah, I don't undahstand all this goin' through time and stuff. He was 130 years in the past, but I hud him talkin' in a dream. Now he's heah. I thought I was hearin' myself talkin. Well, the moon will be comin' up soon, we betta get ya in theah." Willie pulls the ring over the door. Scene switches to outside the mausoleum. The rustling of leaves is heard as the sound of feet walking over them is distinctly heard. A set of shoes appear making their way through the headstones. The sound of an iron gate opening causes them to stop in their tracks. They hurry off into the bushes and remain still. Willie walks up to place where they had been standing. He stops and looks about suspiciously. "Is anybody theah?" he asks, listening for a reply that does not come. He pauses a moment longer, then shrugs, and continues on out of the cemetery. The camera holds on the shoes protruding out from under a bush. (Mysterious music fades up and ambles as the feet step out into the opening. Music now increases in volume as we see the mausoleum in the background. A dark figure stands now facing the mausoleum from about 15 paces. Music reaches a climax and ends with tree dramatic notes.
Elizabeth Stoddard.
JOAN BENNETT
Barnabas Collins.
JONATHAN FRID
Roger Collins.
LOUIS EDMONDS
Quentin Collins.
DAVID SELBY
Professor Stokes.
THAYER DAVID
Willie Loomis.
JOHN KARLEN
Desmond Collins.
JOHN KARLEN
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