Collinwood in the present; sits bleakly in the shadows as the forces of evil reign over the Great Estate. Meanwhile, Professor Stokes and Desmond Collins have journeyed to the year 1677. They are hopeful they can prevent the events of 1971 from occurring by their actions in the past; unaware that time is running out...
Samuel Dawson sits across from Judah Zachary in the Collinsport pub. They each have a drink in their hand. "Thou hast not saith what we await, Samuel. Why sittest we here? Thou sayest I wouldst learn of wondrous things this night! Thus far, all we hath done is drink spirits!" Samuel looked disappointed and said, "One thing thou art sadly lacking in, dear Judah, is patience! Thou wilt not go far until thou hast learned it! Ah, at last, the time has come." Judah looked at him as if ask, "What are you talking about." Samuel grins as he looks at the door of the pub. Silas McGruder enters and approaches the bar. "Behold, it is Silas! Purveyor of Angels! Hast thou seen thy angel today, Silas?" a heckler called out. Silas' eyes dropped as he continued on till he reached the bar. "No, he hath not had enough spirits to behold her yet!" said another heckler. Uproarious laughter is heard from the crowd. Silas kept his silence as he nodded to the bartender. A scotch was presented to him, and he tossed it down quickly. Laughter erupts again as he drinks his drink. Samuel comes up beside him and puts an arm around him and says, "Good friend, thou canst join us at our table. We wilt not laugh at thee. Come!" Silas looks up at Samuel not knowing if he should believe this stranger. He then gives a look as if he dare not. Samuel then called back to Judah and said, "Judah! Hast thou anything against this fine gentleman?" Judah nodded in the negative and said, "I hath nothing against the man. He is welcome to sit with us." Silas looks back and forth between the two men for a moment and then lets out a slight trusting smile. "My good man, bring to my friend Silas another drink! Bring unto our table the whole bottle!" Samuel exclaimed. The first heckler then walked up to Samuel and said, "Thou art a stranger here. This man is the town fool. Be wary that his lunacies not pass to thee as well." Samuel gave a sly grin and said, "I thank thee for thy concern, good fellow! Oh, thou hast a hair on thy coat!" He reaches and brushes the man's coat with his hand. The man looked at him and said, "Thank you." Samuel gave a slight bow of the head as he smiled and then joined Judah and Silas at the table. Judah pours him another drink as he sits down. Silas looked at him and asked, "Thou hast heard that the town thinketh me the fool! Why dost thou befriend such an one?" (Camera focuses on Samuel's hands under the table. He replied, "Oh, I hath no patience for those who belittle another." (It is revealed that he palmed the hair rather than brushing it away. He twists on the hair and across the room, the man rose to his feet with eyes wide as if he were in great pain.) "Arrrrgh!" the heckler cried out clutching his midsection. Samuel grins as everyone else's attention is on the man in great pain. Samuel's grin becomes more twisted and evil as he twists even more on the hair. The man falls to the floor writhing in excruciating pain. Samuel's eyes then grow wide enough to pop as he snaps the hair in two. The writhing man suddenly jerks and then becomes still. The second heckler runs to his side and bends over him. The crowd oohs and ahhs as the second man examines him. Suddenly he looks up wide eyed and declares, "He's dead!" Samuel's face reeks of pure glee. (Three sets of three sharp dramatic notes sound followed by one ascending sustained note.)
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(Two descending dramatic notes sound) The second heckler looked up in shock as the crowd begins to mumble among themselves. Samuel turns up the drink that had been poured for him and seemed absolutely pleased. Judah and Silas give attention to the now dead man lying on the barroom floor. Judah glances at Samuel and sees the lack of concern. He looks at him as if he wants to ask him why he isn't moved by what had happened. Two men carry the body past their table and out the door of the pub. The room still buzzes about what happened. Silas seemed unnerved at the incident and quickly downed another shot of the scotch. Samuel looks at him and smiles and asks, "So, what meaneth these people when they speak of thy angel?" Silas stared at the table and said, "Thou wouldst not believe a fool such as I any more than the rest doth believe." Samuel then grinned and said, "Thou dost not know of a certainty we would believe thee not!" Silas then said, "All saith it is the liquor that doth speak. Would that I were not given to drink, then perhaps they shouldst believe." Judah then asked, "Dost thou mean the staircase to heaven that thou spakest of a few nights hence?" Silas nodded and said, "Aye. I know I hath seen it, and I know that an angel didst descend from it. She weareth a white robe and a white hood did cover her face. She goeth into the North wood and I didst see her no more." Samuel looked at Silas studying the man. He then said, "There be few that are gifted with such as thou hast seen, Silas!" Silas then looked at him in disbelief and said, "So thou dost not think me the fool?" Samuel then replied, "Far from it, my friend." He then reached for the bottle to pour another drink. As he does he knocks over Judah's glass, spilling it all over the table. "Oh not look what I hath done! Silas, wouldst thou be as good as to ask the barman for a cloth to wipe the mess I hath made?" Silas hesitated and then said, "Yes, I shalt return shortly." He rises and heads for the bar. Judah looked suspiciously at Samuel and said, "Thou didst that of a purpose!" Samuel looked annoyed at him and said, "But of course I did!" He reached inside his vest and produced a small pouch. He opened it and poured it into Silas' drink. He then picked up the glass and swirled it around and then returned it to its place. Silas then returned with the cloth and blotted up the spilled scotch. Samuel then looked at him and said, "Thank you, my good man!" He then poured Judah another drink. The barman came by and collected the wet cloth. "Tell us more of this staircase, Silas! It doth intrigue me very much!" Silas then began, "I wast retuning from the North wood and didst see the staircase and none did believe. I returned and saw the staircase yet again. I did climb the staircase to a great mansion in the sky. I did see wonders! Then I wast shot at and didst tarry to return here. I hath not seen it since." Samuel steepled his fingers and said, "I see, what else didst thou see while thou was there?" Silas then said I saw a box which did produce fire, and..." Silas then looked as if he could barely stay awake. Judah looked at him and said, "Is all well with thee, Silas?" Silas looked confused and replied, "I... I understand it not! I dost feel weak." Samuel rose and said, "We shalt take thee to thine house. Where dost thou abide?" Silas rubbed his eyes and said, "The servants quarters at Collins House." Judah then rose as well and both helped him to his feet. Samuel then said, "Come! We shall take thee home." They lead him out the door as low music fades out.
Scene switches to the bunkhouse on the Collins Estate. Inside, Desmond and Brutus sit at the table near the door. "It is troubling to know that in times to come, my family wilt face such horrors as thou hast said." Brutus said with a frown. Desmond stared at the table top and replied, "I know, but it is all true. I once told you I regretted a trip I took to the Orient. It was on that trip that I found the head of Judah Zachary. I brought it back to the states and started everything all over again." Brutus looked at him and said, "It seemeth that if thou hadst not, it would have come back at some future time anyway. Thou hast said Judah's aim was to destroy ALL Collins, so he wouldst find a way to have himself returned unto us." Desmond looked up at him, realizing this was probably true, but still not feeling totally absolved by the fact. "Thank you, but I still feel that the lives that were lost in my own time are the result of me bringing that thing back. If I live to be a hundred years old, I'll always feel it's my fault Daniel Collins, Edith, Ben Stokes, and a lot of others died." Brutus looked at him sympathetically, realizing the burden of guilt he was carrying. "Well thou hast said thy presence here may prevent Judah from choosing to turn to witchery. It is to that end that we shouldst strive." "I'm afraid we are too late for that!" Desmond and Brutus turned in surprise at the sound of Eliot Stokes voice. Desmond rose and looked at him inquisitively and said, "What do you mean by that?" Stokes thick lip protruded as he gravely declared, "Because sorcery is already being practiced in Collinsport!" Both Desmond and Brutus displayed looks of shock as dramatic music rolls out.
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(Two descending dramatic notes sound) "Sorcery is already being practiced? How do know that?" Desmond inquired. With a look of great disappointment, Stokes replied, "One of the citizens of Collinsport died tonight of mysterious means!" Brutus looked at Stokes in a peculiar fashion and said, "There hath been strange deaths in the past. Why dost thou believe sorcery hath caused it?" Stokes withdrew his pocket watch and opened it and stared at the face of it. "One hour ago, a man whom it is reported has never been ill a day in his life, suddenly fell dead in the pub. Only moments before, he had been the picture of health. The doctor who examined him said his back had been broken. All the witnesses said there was nothing that occurred there that could have possibly caused his spine to be broken! The whole town is uproar over it! Desmond then asked, "Do they suspect witchcraft?" Stokes paced the floor and said, "Not yet, but given the superstitious nature of..." Brutus' eyes looked at him anticipating his thoughts, and Stokes realized it and said, "...a good number of people during this time period, it's only a matter of time until they do!" Brutus then said, "And in this matter they shalt be not be wrong." Stokes then said, "Yes, but in a very few years, there will be those who will torture and kill innocent men and women because they see witches in their minds at every turn. They will commit atrocities in the name of purging communities of witches where there are none! It was a horrible time in our history! One I would not wish to see intensified by our actions here." Desmond then said, "But if everything is unfolding just as it did before, then we can't be making it worse!" Stokes nodded and said, "For now, we must assume that all is unfolding just as it did before. There is another reason however, that I know witchcraft has come to Collinsport!" Both men listen in expectation of what he might reveal. "Desmond, do you remember Charles Dawson?" Desmond displayed a look of pure hatred and replied, "I could never forget him! Why?" Stokes then continued, "I read the journal that was left in 1841. It mentioned a certain mentor of Judah Zachary who later became a follower of his pupil named Samuel Dawson, likely an ancestor of Charles Dawson! I have seen a man in town who looks incredibly like Charles Dawson!" (Three dramatic notes sound.)
The door opens to Samuel Dawson's room at the inn. Samuel and Judah enter supporting the weakened Silas McGruder as they lead him to the table at the center of the room. They seat him in one of the chairs as he looks totally groggy. Samuel looks at Judah and nods to another empty chair. Judah seats himself at the table as well. Dawson then lights a candle in the center of the table and then also sits at the table. "Silas McGruder! Dost thou hear mine voice?" Silas moans out that he does hear him. Silas McGruder! Thou art under my power! Whatsoever I shalt command of thee, thou shalt do! Understandest thou this?" Silas then moaned, "Yes, I doth understand." Dawson then grinned and said, "What I doth ask is simple!" He rose from the table and went over to a cupboard and withdrew a cloth pouch with a drawstring on it. He carries it back to the table and says, "All that thou must do is keep this valuable pouch for me! Thou wilt not remember who gave it unto thee! When the time hath come, I wilt ask thee for it again, and thou wilt know that it belongeth unto me, but not before! Dost thou understand?" Silas again nodded that he did understand. "Very good!" Dawson said with an evil grin. He then raised his hands and made one loud clapping sound and Silas snapped out of his trance. He looked about the room wondering where he was. Judah watched all these events with curious interest. Dawson then said, "Ahh, he is awake now, Judah!" Silas looked confused and asked, "What hath happened? Why hath I been brought here?" Dawson replied, "Though wast not well, so we brought thee here to rest. Doth the scotch always affect thee like this?" Silas stood and walked about the room and said, "No. I had only two! I canst drink far more that that!" Dawson smiled at him and said, "Thou seemeth to be well. There is no reason why thou canst not return home now! We must speak again! I wish to hear more of the staircase and of the mansion thou hast seen!" Dawson then walked to the door and opened it. Silas rose and said, "I thank thee for thy kindness." Dawson then replied, "It was my pleasure, Silas. A restful night unto thee!" Silas then turned and departed. Dawson then closed the door and Judah asked, "Thou believest him about the staircase and the mansion?" Dawson laughed and said, "Hardly! He is every bit the fool that all saith he is!" Judah then looked puzzled and asked, "Then what is it that thou seekest from him? What was the pouch thou gave unto him?" Dawson looked at him and said, "All in good time, Judah, all in good time." Dramatic roll sounds as camera holds on the scheming face of Samuel Dawson, then fades to black.
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Brutus sits at the table in the bunkhouse again studying Professor Stokes pocket watch. "Remarkable!" he said as he returned it to Stokes, who then returned it to his pocket. Desmond then said, "Perhaps it still isn't too late to keep Judah from following evil. Even if he has seen it at work, if he can be made to see the danger that can come from it, maybe he can be turned away from embracing it." Stokes then said, "Perhaps, but we have time itself working against us. In a few days, Judah Zachary will leave Collinsport with Dawson's coven and will become Dawson's apprentice. In his studies, he will surpass even his own Master's abilities and rise to the leadership. He will become the most evil warlock ever known! So much so, that he will earn the title of "The Devil's Son!" Brutus then said, "So we must needs find something to distract him! Amadeus saith that Judah hath one to whom he is pledged. If he careth for the girl, they must needs have time to one another. The town wilt celebrate founder's day two days hence! We canst be certain they both are invited to the celebration! We must insure they art together during that time." Stokes pondered the possibility and said, "Then it is settled, but if it does not work, then we may be called upon to more drastic measures!" Desmond and Brutus looked at him as if trying to ascertain just what he meant by that as transition music rises.
Judah Zachary knocks on the door to the inn. Inside the room, Samuel Dawson lights candles on a table in the center of the room. He hears the knock and walks to the door and opens it. "Come in, Judah!" Dawson said extending a hand. Judah entered and Dawson closed the door. "Didst thou do as I asked?" Dawson asked him quickly. Judah looked at him and said, "Yes, it is done." Dawson grinned and said, "Excellent! Give it unto me." Judah reached into his pocket and withdrew a handkerchief. Dawson then unfolded the handkerchief and placed it on the table. Several long strands had been wrapped inside it. Judah looked at Dawson and said, "Why dost thou need horse's hair? It is a curious thing thou dost ask for." Dawson simply walked to the window and looked out. "This was taken from the mare in front of the pub?" Dawson asked. Judah then looked at Dawson and with great curiosity replied, "Yes, I took it secretly just as thou instructed." Dawson then turned and said, "Thou art now ready to begin thy journey, Judah Zachary! Come to the window!" Judah looked thoroughly confused, but came to the window as he was told. "Look at the mare, Judah! Look at it long! In a moment, thou shalt walk away from the window, but thou wilt continue to see the mare in thy thoughts! Is that clear, Judah?" Judah looked at Dawson as if he were out of his mind for a moment, but then looked out the window as he was asked. After a moment, Dawson then said, "Return now to the table and sit!" Judah did as he was told. Dawson then set a crude clay replica of a horse before him. "Think not on the figure. Dost thou still see the mare in thy thoughts?" He asked. Judah replied, "Yes, I can still see the mare." Dawson picked up the horse hair and looped it around the neck of the clay horse. "Take the ends Judah!" Dawson commanded. He then stood behind Judah and placed his hands on Judah's temples. "Dost thou still see the mare, Judah?" Dawson barked out excitedly. Judah, with a blank stare then said, "Yes, I see the mare." Dawson's eyes bulge as he commands, "Tighten the strands, Judah! Tighten the strands! Think ONLY of the mare!" Judah concentrates and tightens the strands until they can be tightened no more. Offstage the sound effects of a bewildered horse are heard. The horse sounds of horror increase more and more. "TIGHTEN THE STRANDS, JUDAH!" Dawson barks once more. Judah grits his teeth and pulls as tightly as he can. (Frantic background music increases in volume and it blends with horse's protesting. Suddenly the head snaps off the figure and rolls off the table into the floor. The music and the horse effects cease immediately. Sweat pours off Judah's forehead as Dawson removes his hands from Judah's temples. "Go to window, Judah!" Dawson said quietly. Judah sat looking puzzled at the events of the past few minutes. "Go unto the window NOW, Judah!" Dawson growled as he loses his patience. Judah rose and slowly walked to the window. The angry look on Dawson's face softens then transforms into a slight gloating sneer. "What dost thou see, Judah" he asked smugly. Judah looked out the window, and then quickly turned back with a horrified look and declared, "The MARE; IT'S DEAD! (Three sets of three sharp dramatic notes sound, followed by one long, sustained not which fades as does the camera, on Dawson's sneering face.)
Brutus Collins.
JONATHAN FRID
Desmond Collins.
JOHN KARLEN
Professor Stokes.
THAYER DAVID
Samuel Dawson.
HUMBERT ALLEN ASTREDO
Silas McGruder.
MICHAEL STROKA
Judah Zachary.
CHRISTOPHER PENNOCK
Heckler #1.
CLIFF CUDNEY
Hecler#2 JAMES DONAHUE
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
Had this been an actual episode, the air date would have been July 5, 1971