Collinwood as it stands in the year 1971. Judah Zachary, a 17th century warlock who pleased his master so much that he was given powers greater than any mortal had ever possessed, and was given the honor of being called "The Devil's Son", has transcended death and now reigns over the Great House. No one has been able to break the hold he has over all who live there. Two men, seeking to reach the 19th century, hoping to find a journal written by Judah Zachary, have instead found themselves thrust into the late 17th century. It is a time before the spread of witchcraft in the New World, and Judah Zachary has not yet learned the Black Arts which will ultimately lead to his beheading in the year 1692. So now, in 1677, Professor T. Eliot Stokes and Desmond Collins seek divert Judah Zachary from ever learning the ways of witchcraft. They are unaware that his journey down the dark path of evil... has already begun...
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.)
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(Two descending dramatic notes sound) Judah stands before the window totally
in utter shock at the sight he has just seen. Dawson simply looks upon him
quite pleased. "Samuel! The horse is DEAD, and... And I...didst I..." "Didst
THOU cause it to come to pass?" Samuel Dawson then continues his sentence
for him,
But of course! Thou seekest power and greatness, and thou hast taken thy
first steps toward realizing thy dreams.
" Judah said as he stared in disbelief at Dawson. Judah grinned and replied, "Yes, thou hast just exercised your first act of power over one lesser than thyself! How does it feel to know that YOU, Judah Zachary, need not be at the mercy of the fates? To know that THOU hast the power to change the events that shapes thy own destiny? That thou canst determine the direction of things to come instead of being a helpless victim OF those things! It is an ability that few possess, or are even found worthy to possess! No longer must Judah Zachary be the pawn! Thou canst be the king!" Judah's look of shock slowly turned into one of cunning and then into one of exultant victory. In a moment, he realized that all he had ever hoped for in vain could be his for the asking. He turned to Samuel Dawson and said, "I must know more! Thou must teach me even more!" Dawson nodded approvingly and said, "And learn thou shalt, dear pupil! Thou hast performed mere child's play this night Judah Zachary!" Judah was beside himself with eager anticipation. "I am ready for more! I wish to perform yet other wonders!" Dawson looked at him dubiously and asked, "Art thou?" Judah's eyes were wide with excitement as he replied, "Yes! I am ready to learn!" Dawson looked at him coldly and said, "I have doubt that thou art indeed ready to advance. Thou hast not yet proven thyself!" Judah looked at Dawson in awe and said, "But thou hast seen that I am able! The mare lieth dead in the street!" Dawson threw back his head and let out a raucous laugh that angered Judah. It seemed as the laugh of one being ridiculed. Then Dawson regained control of himself and said, "The power that slew the beast was not thine own! Thou wast merely the vessel through which the power flowed, lad!" He turned and opened a drawer and withdrew a clay doll in the form of a man. He then withdrew his own handkerchief from his vest and offered them both to Judah. "Here, thou hast a possession which is mine. Go ahead! Strangle the doll as thou didst with the horse!" Judah looked down at the doll and handkerchief he held in his hands and then at Dawson. "No! Thou art mine teacher! I shalt not do thee harm!" He presented them both back to Dawson, but Samuel would not take them. "As I thought! Thou art not ready! A true master would not let friendship stand in the way of doing what must be done! Choke the doll, Judah Zachary!" Judah stared at Dawson with his mouth open. Dawson grew angry and jerked the handkerchief from his hand and wrapped it around the doll's neck and then shouted angrily, "CHOKE THE DOLL!" Judah hesitated a moment, then seized the ends of the handkerchief, and then pulled. Dawson laughed hysterically. This fueled Judah's anger even further. He pulled at the ends with all his might, but to no avail. Realizing it was having no effect; he slowly released his grip on the handkerchief and let his hands fall to his side in disbelief. He looked at Dawson in total confusion, wondering why he could not repeat his earlier feat. "As I told thee, without the source, thou hast no power at all Judah, while I on the other hand..." He pulls a handkerchief from Judah's pocket and wraps it around the clay doll and Judah's eyes widen. He clutched his throat and began to choke. He looked at Dawson in fear and extended a hand as if to snatch the doll from Dawson's hand. Dawson pulled harder, and Judah fell to his knees gasping. Dawson grinned and then jerked the handkerchief from around the doll's neck and handed it back to Judah as he looked up in total disbelief at what had just occurred. Dawson extended a hand and helped Judah to his feet again. Dawson then looked at him with a deadly serious expression and said, "Thou art but a channel through which the master's power flows. If thou wouldst have the power that can be thine, thou must swear eternal allegiance to my master!" Judah looked at him and declared, "Take me to thy master! I would have this power! Take me now!" Samuel looked at him incredulously and declared, "Thou canst not come before my master without a gift!" Judah looking desperately, pleaded with Dawson, "What manner of gift would he wish? I shall provide it!" Dawson smiled and walked over to the table. He placed the doll on the table and then looked back at Judah and asked, "Regardless of the cost?" Judah nodded vigorously saying, "No matter the cost! I must have this gift!" Dawson smiled a smile of victory and said, "Thou should sit, Judah. Sit, and I shalt tell thee the gift my master requireth of thee." Judah watched Dawson, not taking his eyes off him as he walked to the table and slowly lowered himself into a chair. Dawson then turned to him and placed both hands on the table. He looked directly into Judah's eyes and said, "My master doth require the death of an innocent; a friend; one that doth have trust in thee." He stood up straight again and walked away from Judah a few paces. He then turned suddenly and declared, "This night, Jedediah Thorne must die at thy hand!" Judah's mouth drops open in pure shock as three dramatic notes sound.
Lydia and Laura Martin examine some fabric in The Collinsport Trading Post. "Oh Laura, this one is absolutely lovely" Lydia exclaimed rolling the fabric out to examine it closer. Laura looked down at the table and said, "It saith it comes from Dokkum! Tis bound to be quite costly!" Lydia then frowned and said, "Aye, more than a month of thy father's wages." She laid the fabric down and said, "We shalt procure those things which we came for and return home. We doth need candles, and flour and we hath need of sewing needles. I shall see the shopkeeper regarding flour. Wouldst thou see to the candles, Laura?" Laura smiled and said, "Indeed I shall." The door to the trading post opened and Jedediah Thorne entered. "Jedediah, Tis good to see thee!" Laura exclaimed. Jedediah returned smile and said, "So, has thou decided on the date for the joining, Laura?" Laura's face suddenly dropped into a slight frown. She swallowed hard and then said, "Jedediah, I... I... hath not given thought to it." Jedediah sensed all was not well and asked, "Thy face betrayeth thine heart, Laura. It is the change in Judah, is it not?" Laura looked up at him in surprise that it was so obvious. "I hath seen it too, Laura. I hath been Judah's friend since we were both but boys. I hath seen the restlessness mine own self. I doth not pretend to understand it, but I remain his friend." Jedediah continued. Laura looked frustrated and said, "I too seek to remain as we hath been, but mine heart doth tarry, and I know not why!" Jedediah nodded slightly and said, "There is difference. I remain, knowing that when Judah doth not realize that which he seeketh, he shalt find himself needful of friends. I know not where he spendeth his time. We wouldst usually be at the pub on a night such as this. I was htere, but had need of pipe tobacco. Thou hast not seen him either?" Laura's eyes dropped and she said, "Not in the past two nights. I know not where he goeth." Lydia then reappeared and said, "Greetings Jedediah! It hath been a fortnight since I hath seen thee! Is all well with thee?" Jedediah nodded and replied, "It hath been well." Lydia then turned to Laura and said, "The shopkeeper hath loaded the flour on the wagon. We should go, night hath fallen." Laura then said, "I'm sorry, I didst not get the candles nor the sewing needles!" Lydia smiled and said, "No worry, I shall gather them." She then turned and took several candles from a shelf as Laura turned back to Jedediah. "Jedediah, if thou seest Judah, please do not say that we hath spoken." Jedediah gave an understanding nod of agreement and Laura said "Good night to you." She then hurried past him and left the store. Lydia then approached with her purchases and said, It was good to see you again, Jedediah!" He bowed and she gave a slight curtsy and left the store as well. Music rises as he continues watching the empty doorway.
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Judah Zachary enters the pub and looks about the room as if looking for
someone. he gives a look of resignation and approaches the bar. "Scotch" he
says quietly. a man seen only from the shoulders down presents him with the
scotch. He absently plunks a coin down on the bar which is immediately
collected. Camera two reveals the pub door opening and Jedediah entering
puffing on his pipe. He recognizes Judah from the rear and approaches.
"Ah Judah, I didst not think thou wert mindful of coming this night." Judah
turned and a seeming look of relief crosses his face upon seeing Jedediah.
"I was of like mind where thou wast concerned!" Judah said as he moved over
to make room for Jedediah. "A scotch for my friend as well!" Judah called
out. Samuel Dawson
quietly enters the pub unseen. He watches cautiously as he makes his way to
a table in the back corner of the pub. Seated at the table was the friend of
the man who had died earlier in the afternoon. "Well good gentlemen, might I
join thee, or is thy game for thee only?" The man from earlier said, "Sit if
thou wishest, we canst take thy money as well as any." Dawson took up a
position facing the bar and watched the interaction between Judah and
Jedediah. They each ordered yet another drink and were talking among
themselves. A moment later the bub door opened again and Silas stumbled in
and walked over to the bar and and said, "Bottle!" A few chuckles went up
throughout the room. The heckler turned seeing him and said, "He is a
disgrace to all Irish." He then turned to Dawson and said, I thought thou
didst take him back to Collins House." Dawson then said, "I did. I suppose
he did not have his fill yet." The man grew agitated at the very sight of
Silas and rose from his chair and approached him. "Why hast thou come here
yet again to shame thy heritage! Thou art a fool, Silas McGruder! An utter
fool. Silas put bottle down and turned slowly toward the man. Suddenly he
balled up his fist and slammed it hard into the man's stomach.The man then
recovered and returned a like blow to Silas. He then pinned Silas to the bar
and leaned back to smash his fist hard into Silas' face when a hand suddenly
grabbed his arm. The man spun about and beheld Jedediah. "It is not a fair
fight Zeke, and thou knowest it!" Jedediah said as he forced Zeke's hand
downward. Silas seeing the distraction grabbed a nearby bottle and broke it
against the bar and lunged at Zeke with it."I shalt fight mine own battles,
Thorne!" Silas cried out as Zeke dodged his thrusts. Jedediah then said,
"Thou art not given to murder, Silas! Put away the bottle!" Silas turned
with a grin and said, "Put it away I shall!" He started to lower the bottle
and then turned suddenly and cried out, "Into the heart of Zeke O'Malley!"
He dashed at Zeke but Jedediah rushed at him sustaining a cut on his arm.
Silas then turned to plunge the bottle into Zeke when a shot rang out. The
constable pointed the rifle at Silas and said, "Drop the bottle, or I shalt
drop thee!" Silas stood looking defeated and hesitated, but then ultimately
dropped the bottle. The constable then took Silas by the arm and said, "Thou
shalt spend the night in the gaol. Then on the morrow we ride to Collins
House to have these damages exacted from thy wages!" Silas looked at Zeke
with pure hatred and said, "I shalt have mine honor! Thou shalt pay for what
thou hast done!" He then turned to Jedediah and said, "Thou also Jedediah
Thorne!" The constable then led him out of the pub. Judah looked at Jedediah
and said, "T'was foolish of thee to intervene, dear friend." He then sees
the cut on his friend's arm and says, "That needeth attention straightway,
Jedediah! Come we shalt go and cleanse thy wound." The two men then left
the pub. Samuel Dawson sits grinning in the back corner of the pub as
dramatic music rolls out.
Scene opens on the front room of the Martin house. The front door opens and Lydia and Laura enter carrying the lighter items they had purchased. They carry these things to a table nearby and place them on it. Lydia picks up a candleholder with a candle burned all the way down and popped it out and cast it into a bucket near the hearth. Laura hands her a fresh candle, which she pushes into the holder. She then carries it over and places it on the mantel. "So, didst thou have a nice conversation with Jedediah?" Lydia asked as she brought back another candleholder. Handing Lydia another candle, she replied, "He asketh when the wedding shalt be set." Lydia's eyes narrowed and she said, "And what didst thou tell him?" Laura turned away from the table and stared into the empty fireplace and said, "I didst tell him I know not if there shalt be a date." She then turned to Lydia looking directly at her and said, "Jedediah too hath seen the change in Judah. I hath not imagined it!" Lydia gave her a sly smile and said, "Perhaps he is one thou mayest consider. He is handsome, of a certainty, and a kind and generous man by all accounts." Laura turned and replied, "Oh mother, I seek not one to replace Judah. I just know now that I cannot remain pledged unto him." Lydia tightened her lips a moment, then said, "Then thou must tell him." Laura then looked into her mother's face and said, "This I know, but now I am fearful to tell him! I know not why, but I fear the temper he hath. I remember no such anger in him in our youth. I knoweth it be his mother that hath made him filled with such anger." Lydia's eyes lowered as she nodded slowly. "Yes, Drusilla Zachary hath been filled with bitterness and envy for many years. Many sought to befriend her, but her wrath didst drive them away. I had felt certain Judah would be different. But know this Dear Laura; though Drusilla hath influence on Judah, all maketh their own choices how they shalt live their lives. Judah hath known virtuous souls as well. Jedediah is the proof. Now he hath only to embrace that which is best." Laura looks just off camera and in a worried tone and says, "Yes, but somehow I doth think he never shall." (Sad music plays out.)
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Samuel Dawson paces about his room at the Collinsport Inn. The door suddenly opens and Dawson looks at Judah expectantly. "Well?" He asked hurriedly. Judah reached into his pocket and withdrew the bloody shirt sleeve of Jedediah Thorne. Dawson smiled and said, Come now, to the table!" He quickly lit a single candle and pulled a chair out for Judah and indicated he should sit. "I can do nothing to help thee. Thou must accomplish this of thyself." He said quietly. He then stood back to watch. Judah held the bloody sleeve in front of the flame and said, "Oh great master. I offer unto thee this night, a gift of thy choosing. Accept thee this gift from one who would know thee and thy power."
Jedediah Thorne enters his house and closes the door. He removes the remains of his torn shirt revealing his bandaged arm. (Scenes blend to reveal Judah moving the sleeve closer and closer to the flame. Jedediah opens an armoire and removes a fresh shirt and starts to put it on when a look of discomfort crosses his face. Judah moves the sleeve up and over the flame. Jedediah stumbles as he walks in the direction of his bed. The fabric of the sleeve begins to brown and Jedediah grabs himself and falls to his knees in agony. He cries out loudly in pain. Judah's eyes widen as the sleeve is moved closer, closer, until suddenly it erupts into flames. Jedediah screams in torment and pain as his entire body seems to be engulfed in flames. He thrashes about the bedroom floor still screaming out. One final loud scream, he jerks, and is then still. Scene fades back in to only Judah as he quickly drops the flaming sleeve onto the table and beats out the fire with a book. Smoke rises from the embers and he turns to Dawson and quietly says, "It is done." A triumphant evil sneer crosses Dawson's face as dramatic drumbeats roll out.
Had this been an actual episode, the air date would have been July 6, 1971