Dark Shadows

Carolyn:
I don't want a sedative! I want Jeb!

Angelique:
Let me give you one word of advice, Dr. Hoffman. The pursuit of Barnabas Collins can lead to nothing but misery. He is a cold, harsh, unresponsive man."

Dr. Julia Hoffman:
Who made him that way?

Victoria Winters:
[about Barnabas] But just the same, I wonder if that isn't why he always seems a little bit sad, a little bit lost. Because he is lost in the present. He really does come from another time. He'll never find it. Because it's gone forever.

Barnabas Collins:
I didn't say she was dead, I said I killed her.

Quentin Collins:
If only we could find a way of telling the truth without anyone knowing what actually happened.

Judith Collins:
Turn off that gramophone, it's driving me mad.

Quentin Collins:
Perhaps that's why I play it.

Quentin Collins:
On your way to grandmothers house and low and behold who should you meet but the big bad wolf.

Grant Douglas:
I don't like the idea that I'm dead.

Quentin Collins:
Of course a woman is going to kill me. I wouldn't have it any other way!

[Maggie's response after Dr. Hoffman hypnotised her with her medallion]

Maggie Evans:
Lovely, very unusual.

Maggie Evans:
Oh Joe, look. I'd take a good book or a box of candy for a gift any day of the week.

Joe Haskell:
You would?

[Maggie giggles]

Angelique:
You wish you'd never met me. But you did. And nothing can change it... Come to me. I command you to turn around. Look into my eyes. Deep into my eyes. You have no will of your own. You cannot resist me...

Barnabas Collins:
I said you were my friend, and how I wish that were the truth. But I am past the point when friends are possible. I'm sorry.

Maggie Evans:
I know what Barnabas Collins is!... Joe, we haven't got time to talk. We've got to escape. We've got out of this town!

David Collins:
I wonder why Willie went in the secret room? Maybe there's something in there he doesn't want anyone to see-maybe someting... horrible!

Willie Loomis:
I never knew how awful it was to be alone, till I wasn't.

[repeated lines]

Dr. Julia Hoffman:
Barnabas, you can't!

Barnabas Collins:
I must.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. My journey is beginning, a journey that I hope will open the doors of life to me, and link my past with my future. A journey that will bring me to a strange and dark place, to the edge of the sea, high atop Widow's Hill, a house called Collinwood. A world I've never known, with people I've never met. People who tonight are still only shadows in my mind, but who will soon fill the days and nights of my tomorrows.

Burke Devlin:
Welcome to the beginning and the end of the world, Miss Winters.

Victoria Winters:
I'm afraid I'm not going that far. Only to a house called Collinwood. Do you know it?

Burke Devlin:
Yes, I do. Very well.

Maggie Evans:
It's like this. A chauffeur tells a desk clerk, who tells a housekeeper, who tells me that you're going to work up in Collinwood. That makes you a jerk.

Victoria Winters:
But why?

Maggie Evans:
Listen, honey. The Collins family is the biggest thing in this town. They own the biggest cannery, the biggest fishing fleet and the biggest, darkest, gloomiest old house. And they're kooks, every one of 'em.

Victoria Winters:
I don't believe that.

Maggie Evans:
Okay. Move in there. But take a good look in that mirror right now. Because in two months, that pretty hair of yours is going to be one glorious shade of grey.

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
Don't you think you ought to look in on your son?

Roger Collins:
The little monster's asleep and I'm delighted.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. I know I shouldn't be afraid. And yet the great house on Widows' Hill carries the dusty smell of fear. It moves through the paneled rooms and dark corridors. It seeps down from the walls and touches the heart of everyone who enters.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. The one person at Collinwood I have reason to fear is Roger Collins. He has discovered that I know his guilty secret and now Roger has discovered me alone in the house.

Roger Collins:
You think I killed Bill Malloy, don't you?

Victoria Winters:
I don't think anything.

Roger Collins:
If you really think that, you must be petrified with fear right now. Because if I killed him, then I would surely have to kill you too, wouldn't I?

Roger Collins:
They say confession is good for the soul. Well, my soul needs purifying.

Burke Devlin:
Well, my blond beauty, how did you avoid the castle guards to get here?

Carolyn Stoddard:
Naturally, I just made myself invisible and walked right through them.

Burke Devlin:
I wish you'd teach me that trick.

Burke Devlin:
I found someone who has concrete evidence to offer. Vicki Winters.

Sheriff George Patterson:
What? The young governess up at Collinwood? What does she know about it?

Burke Devlin:
Well, I want you to ask her that tonight.

Sheriff George Patterson:
It's a little late to be paying a call up there, isn't it? Are you sure she knows anything?

Burke Devlin:
She knows enough so that a half an hour ago, someone tried to kill her.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Ever since I arrived at Collinwood, this gloomy old mansion on the crest of Widows' Hill, has held nameless fears for me. Most of it stemming from the time I saw a dead man washed up at the foot of the cliff. A case that has been declared an accident but still has not been marked "closed" by the sheriff.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. It is morning at Collinwood and I've begun to believe I'm out of danger. Not knowing that danger still lurks in the shadows of an old, abandoned house. At the moment, my biggest concern is making my peace with a member of the Collins family. A man I once suspected of trying to murder me.

Roger Collins:
You made a remark Burke Devlin seems pleasant enough. Well, that attitude can be dangerous to me. You meant what you said. Miss Winters, you work for us. For my sister, for me. You're a member of a household that is moving closer and closer to a struggle with this pleasant Mr. Devlin. Oh, we'll have difficulties enough without becoming vulnerable through you.

Victoria Winters:
All I did was have coffee with the man.

Roger Collins:
And talk. He's a clever man, Miss Winters, and you've know way of knowing when things you repeat in innocence can be of help to him.

Victoria Winters:
Well, what do you want me to do? Cross the street when I see him?

Roger Collins:
I want you to go back to New York. Go back home.

Victoria Winters:
Just because I spoke with Burke Dev...

Roger Collins:
There's going to be a brutal struggle, I know it, and no one who lives at Collinwood will be untouched.

Victoria Winters:
He's not gonna murder all of us, is he?

Roger Collins:
It won't be the first violent death on this hill.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. The night wind batters the house on Widows' Hill with the force of a thousand demons. There's no world beyond, it seems. Only the waves and the wind. And the terrible loneliness of fear. I've decided to stay and continue my search, and yet there've been no answers.

Laura Collins:
[about the Evans cottage] I don't think this has changed in 10 years.

Maggie Evans:
I can top that by another 10 years. My father's a great believer in permanence. He thinks everything should have an infinite lifespan. Should last forever.

Laura Collins:
Well, perhaps some things can.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. A strange force has caused me, against my will, to bring a painting to Collinwood. A painting so weird and mysterious that no one, not even the man who painted it, can explain it. For one, it holds an unusual fascination.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. The mistress of Collinwood lies stiffly in her bed, hovering in the narrow world between life and death. Unable to move, unable to communicate, a slow heartbeat and staring eyes the only indication that life still exists within her.

Victoria Winters:
So many things have happened here that it's very hard to know what's real and what's not.

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
Well, if I can do my job, that's exactly what I'll tell you.

Victoria Winters:
Dr. Guthrie, have you ever seen a...

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
A ghost? No, I've never had the pleasure.

Victoria Winters:
Do you believe in them?

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
Well, I've been very close to finding that out. For the past few years, I've assembled enough evidence to support the theory that they do indeed exist, but never, unfortunately, the concrete proof to prove it to me personally.

Roger Collins:
Our family doctor claims that he's never seen anything like this in all of his experience. I certainly hope that you don't come away with the same comment.

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
Well, I, uh, from what I've heard, I well might.

Roger Collins:
Well, I should be very disappointed in you if you do. However, Doctor, if your findings are similar, I hope that you will persuade my niece that her mother should be sent to a hospital.

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
Mr. Collins, if what I suspect is true, the patient will not spend another moment in this house.

Carolyn Stoddard:
[about Elizabeth] Can she hear us?

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
No.

Carolyn Stoddard:
Her eyes, do they see us?

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
Her eyes see only the nameless terror which made her this way.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. The removal to a hospital of a woman with a mysterious ailment has caused a great deal of consternation to many people at Collinwood. Especially one young woman, who feels the heavy weight of new responsibilities.

Carolyn Stoddard:
Sometimes I wish we'd just close up this house and get away from this town. I get so tired of being a Collins of Collinsport. Look at my mother. She married my father, a Stoddard, but she never stopped being a Collins. Now I can't either. She's left it all to me.

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
Well, the physical part of your mother's examination has been completed. And now I'll examine the psychic part. The part that relates only to her mind. You see, in, uh, in parapsychology, we deal with extrasensory perception, the psychic contact between parties known and unknown. By testing, we found that extrasensory perception is actually a part of the human experience. The uncharted areas of the mind.

Carolyn Stoddard:
Well, what does all this have to do with my mother?

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
Well, I believe that your mother has had a psychic contact of some sort.

Victoria Winters:
There's no doubt in your mind about this?

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
Well, she's in a psychic trance. Why, I don't know yet. But it seems to me that there's something in the atmosphere of this house that threatens to harm her. What it is, I don't know. But that's why it was necessary, for her own safety, to have her moved away from here.

Carolyn Stoddard:
What could it be? What could want to harm my mother?

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
That's just what I hope to find out.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Collinwood even by day is shrouded in mysteries. Mysteries that seem to touch on the unseen and the unknown. A stranger has come to Collinwood, a man who may be able to solve these mysteries and the life of one member of the Collins family depends on what he is able to find out.

[at the Old House]

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
How old in this house?

David Collins:
Oh, hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years old.

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
Oh. Who, who lived here?

David Collins:
Oh. My grandfather. My great-great-great grandfather. His name was Jeremiah Collins. Josette was his wife.

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
Must have been a spectacular place in its day.

David Collins:
I like it the way it is now. It's real spooky.

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
Yeah, I agree with you.

Laura Collins:
Vicki, I'm sure that by now that you I'm a very straightforward person.

Victoria Winters:
So am I.

Laura Collins:
Then be straightforward now. You're interested in more than David's studies. You want to keep him away from me. Isn't that the truth?

Victoria Winters:
Do you really think that Mrs. Collins is responsible in some way for what's happened to Mrs. Stoddard?

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
It's a possibility.

Victoria Winters:
I'm asking this because I'm in a very awkward position. Mrs. Stoddard told me to keep David away from his mother. Now, I don't know if I can do that. I don't even know if it's right. She is David's mother.

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
You want my opinion?

Victoria Winters:
Yes.

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
If I were you, Miss Winters, I would do everything in my power to keep that boy away from Laura Collins.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. These are strange days at Collinwood, days in which wonder and terror lend in equal amounts to create something that does not seem to be of this world. And for a young boy, the barrier between what is real and what is not rapidly disappears.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. A new hope has come to Collinwood. A man, skilled in the mysteries that sometimes intrude on this world. He knows these forces are sometimes dark and often elusive. Their disguises are many and their skills often exceed those of mortal men.

Maggie Evans:
Well, my father's been a little tense lately and sometimes he gets a little too excited. If he does, you will excuse him, won't you?

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
In an artist, anything is permissible.

Maggie Evans:
[laughs] Don't tell him that. He'll believe it.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Once again, unseen forces hover over Collinwood, gripping those within in a vice of terror. And a beautiful woman sits, staring into the hypnotic fire, her eyes seeing something in the hearts of the flames. While a short distance away, a man feels himself overwhelmed by something so terrifying it bares no name.

Victoria Winters:
Well, Roger or no Roger, I'm keeping David away from her.

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
Yes, that's an excellent idea. As a matter of fact, until it's all cleared up, I, I think that you should keep away from her, too.

Victoria Winters:
Well, if what you say is true, she's not very healthy for you either.

Dr. Peter Guthrie:
Well, now that I know about it, I can, uh, I can protect myself. The most important aspect of this whole thing is that whatever power Laura Collins possesses, that power must be destroyed.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. The residents of Collinwood have learned to live with fear. The fear centers around a small boy who's life may be in danger. And an alarmingly mysterious woman who would take him away with her.

Laura Collins:
Is David here?

Mrs. Sarah Johnson:
Uh, no. Uh, Miss Winters took him into town to buy him some new shoes.

Laura Collins:
But I was supposed to do that. We'd planned to do that together.

Mrs. Sarah Johnson:
Well, I don't know about any plans. I just know Miss Winters took him to town.

Laura Collins:
Well, when he gets back, tell him to come down to my cottage, please.

Mrs. Sarah Johnson:
Oh, well, he can't do that.

Laura Collins:
Why not?

Mrs. Sarah Johnson:
Well, he's not supposed to leave the house unless he goes somewhere with Miss Winters.

Laura Collins:
Why isn't he supposed to leave the house?

Mrs. Sarah Johnson:
Well, I don't know. Those are my orders. That, uh, David's not to go anywhere unless he goes with Vicki Winters or Miss Carolyn.

Laura Collins:
And who issued those orders? Carolyn and Vicki?

Mrs. Sarah Johnson:
No. Your husband did.

[Laura looks shocked]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Collinwood, the great house on top of Widows' Hill, is a dark and frightening place to end a journey. The ghosts of yesterday seem to tell me to run. But I'm here now and there's no turning back.

Carolyn Stoddard:
When I was ten years old, I used to dream that a white knight would come along and rescue me from this dungeon. I guess white knights have gone out of style.

Victoria Winters:
Are you expecting someone else?

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
I asked my brother Roger to come down to meet you. You're to care for his son and tutor him.

Victoria Winters:
What kind of a boy is he?

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
You'll meet him in the morning.

Victoria Winters:
I know, but I mean... Is he friendly? Is he inquisitive? Does he like to play games? Oh, I know when I was 9...

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
Miss Winters, David is likely to be different from any boy you've ever met.

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. There are no limits to the things some men will do. They sink to the bottomless depths of corruption. They will desecrate sacred ground and violate that which should remain sealed forever.

[first lines]

Jason McGuire:
Willy!

Willie Loomis:
Hi.

Jason McGuire:
Where are you going?

[last lines]

Jason McGuire:
[referring to Willie] He couldn't be gone.

Victoria Winters:
Why not?

Jason McGuire:
Because I have this... Well, he'd want to say goodbye. Ah, no matter. One way or the other he'll be out of here. Tonight.

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. The dawn will soon come to Collinwood and bring with it the unresolved troubles of another day. A man, a frightening and violent man, has disappeared. But the fears that he created have not disappeared with him. Wherever he is, some violence surely is taking place.

[first lines]

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
[to Jason McGuire] That's not what I wanted to hear.

[last lines]

Barnabas Collins:
Oh, madam, if you would you may tell her that it's Barnabas Collins.

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Night is drawing nearer and nearer to Collinwood. And the man who disappeared into another night has not been found. But out of the falling dusk another man has come. A stranger who is not a stranger. A man with a face long familiar to those who live at Collinwood. A man who has come a great distance, but who still bears deep within him a soul shaped by the far country from which he came.

[first lines]

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
[on seeing Barnabas] I don't believe it!

David Collins:
You know what? He doesn't look anything like the portrait.

Victoria Winters:
Well, that's ridiculous. He looks exactly like it.

David Collins:
No, he doesn't. The man in this portrait seems as though he's angry at someone. But Barnabas, my cousin that I met at the Old House, he seems more sad than angry. Seems as though he's remembering something that he's lost a long time ago. Maybe that's when I thought he was a ghost. He seemed as though he was haunting the rooms instead of just walking through them.

[last lines]

Barnabas Collins:
[to the portrait of Josette] I was a Collins. Why didn't you protect me? Where were you when I was turned into something that even my own father loathed. If his ghost is here with yours tell him I've come home. I claim this house as mine. And whatever power you or he may have has ended. I'm free now and alive! The chains with which he bound me are broken. And I've returned to live the life I never had--whatever that may turn out to be.

David Collins:
You mean, you're not the man from the portrait in the foyer?

Barnabas Collins:
How could I be?

Barnabas Collins:
Do you let them call you Vicki when your name is Victoria?

Victoria Winters:
Why, yes. We're not very formal with each other.

Barnabas Collins:
But the name Victoria is so beautiful to me, I couldn't possibly surrender a syllable of it.

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. These are uneasy days at Collinwood. Two mysterious strangers have invaded the privacy of the great house, creating doubts and fears in the minds of every member of the Collins family. One of them has disappeared. And that in itself has created an even greater mystery.

[first lines]

Jason McGuire:
Liz.

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
Good morning.

Jason McGuire:
Was Willie in this house last night?

[last lines]

Carolyn Stoddard:
What about my mother?

Jason McGuire:
If you don't stop asking so many questions, you could get her into trouble. Take my word for it. You could get her into serious trouble.

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. There are two great houses at Collinwood. One alive with the present and the other slowly decaying, filled with the dead memories of the past.

[first lines]

Victoria Winters:
David! David! David, answer me if you're in here. Come on, David, it's getting dark outside. David, is that you? David, I know it's you. Sometimes you're the most exasperating boy in the world. David, open the door! David!

[last lines]

Carolyn Stoddard:
[regarding Barnabas] It's more than a resemblance. It's almost as if it were exactly a portrait of him.

Victoria Winters:
Well, you've made your point in comparing this house to the pyramids. But there is one difference between them. The pyramids were designed to be tombs.

Barnabas Collins:
You're right. This house was not designed to be a tomb.

Roger Collins:
All right, Kitten. I'll get out my score pad and you can catch me up on the number of guests we have now ensconced here.

Carolyn Stoddard:
Well, Jason is still here.

Roger Collins:
Check.

Carolyn Stoddard:
But, uh, Willie Loomis has gone.

Roger Collins:
Oh, bravo. You can't keep the jet set down, can you? Did he accept an invitation from the Prince and Princess of Monaco or could he simply not stand another one of Mrs. Johnson's famous boiled dinners?

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Violent intent has many consequences as those discover who commit themselves to carry out such intentions. This man is prepared to do just that.

[first lines]

Burke Devlin:
Hello, Maggie.

Maggie Evans:
Hi, Burke.

Burke Devlin:
Mind if I join you?

[last lines]

Jason McGuire:
There's specks of blood on your sleeve, Willie. Willie, why are there specks of blood on your sleeve?

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. A deceptive calm hovers over Collinwood, for a man of great violence appears to be no longer violent. Yet fear and suspicion still persist. The false quiet may predict a new rush of destruction. The false calm may disguise the presence of an even greater violence. And the sinister stillness may obscure an unmentionable evil.

[first lines]

Jason McGuire:
I'm waiting for an answer, Willie.

Willie Loomis:
What-- what answer?

Jason McGuire:
Now, don't pretend you can't hear me. I want to know what that blood is doing on your sleeve.

[last lines]

Willie Loomis:
Don't come near me! Don't touch it! No one touches it. No one. No one sees it. Now you stay away. You stay away!

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. It is late afternoon at Collinwood. And lengthening afternoon shadows are beginning to creep across the walls of the great house. For one man--a man who has been struck down by a mysterious illness--there is terror in the coming nightfall, danger in the lengthening shadows. And his heart is numbed by fear.

[first lines]

Willie Loomis:
What time is it?

Jason McGuire:
A few minutes to four, Willie. Why?

Willie Loomis:
I gotta leave. I gotta get outta here!

[last lines]

Jason McGuire:
[as he searches in the tomb] Willie! Willie! Willie? Willie!

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. There are those who walk the path of darkness, a path that can never be lighted by good. Because evil hides itself too well in the night, choosing the moment that it will reveal its horrors.

[first lines]

Jason McGuire:
[as he searches] Willie. Willie. Willie. Willie!

[last lines]

Roger Collins:
I'll call him in the morning and make him feel welcome. No, I don't have his number. I know I asked him for it. And I still don't know where he's staying.

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. A dawn obscured by mists from the sea slowly creeps toward Collinwood. And through the morning mists, a man emerges from the darkest pit the night can know. But the peace he looks for will not come with the day. For through the mists into the morning, he brings with him the torments of the night.

[first lines]

Jason McGuire:
[to Willie] There you are. I've waited up the entire night for you.

[last lines]

Willie Loomis:
No! I can't go back there! I won't! I won't go back there! Oh, no! Oh, no!

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. There is a strange illness at Collinwood, an illness that has caused a collapse and loss of strength, an illness that appears with the daylight and disappears as the sun sets and the darkness grows.

[first lines]

Jason McGuire:
I thought you were asleep. What are you doing out of bed?

Willie Loomis:
I just thought I'd get dressed.

[last lines]

Willie Loomis:
I can't!

Barnabas Collins:
You no longer have anything to say about what you do. Go! Now!

[first lines]

Barnabas Collins:
[to Maggie Evans] I startled you, didn't I? I apologize.

[last lines]

Maggie Evans:
Have you ever had that sensation of being stared at? Like somebody was staring at you and you couldn't see them?

Joe Haskell:
Why?

Maggie Evans:
Because I just had that feeling now. Somebody was looking at me. Looking right through me.

Maggie Evans:
Are you going to live up in Collinwood?

Barnabas Collins:
I'm going to live on the estate, but not in the main house. Cousin Elizabeth has been kind enough to allow me to take possession of the original family home.

Maggie Evans:
You mean the old house?

Barnabas Collins:
I understand it's called that. For me, its age only enhances its beauty.

Maggie Evans:
I thought that place wasn't fit to live in. Practically falling down.

Barnabas Collins:
Oh, it will endure for many, many years. As long as there's a Collins to live in it, it will stand.

Barnabas Collins:
Is it too late to get a cup of coffee?

Maggie Evans:
I was just closing.

Barnabas Collins:
Oh, then I won't trouble you. Do you know where I can get a cup of coffee?

Maggie Evans:
Every place I can think of is closed by now. That's one of the charms of Collinsport. We roll up the sidewalks when the sun goes down.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. The residents of Collinwood are aware of a stranger in their midst. A man whose presence is felt by all. Others far away from the great house are soon to be aware of his presence, are soon to be aware of the mystery that surrounds him.

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. The past and the present have intermingled at Collinwood, and the ancestral home has become a source of strange occurrences and strong curiosities. A foreboding structure can attract the least suspecting.

[first lines]

Victoria Winters:
[looking around the old house] Mr. Collins! Mr. Collins! Oh!

Willie Loomis:
Don't be frightened.

[last lines]

Willie Loomis:
Yes, but I've got to talk to him. I've got to find out about the time for the sitting again, the next one.

Sam Evans:
Mr. Collins said after sundown. Now, Mr. Evans.

Willie Loomis:
After sundown.

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. There is a fog that clings to the cliffs that mark the edge of Collinwood, a fog the sun cannot disburse. There is a man more frightening than the fog, more threatening; a man who was thought to be gone but who still remains; a man who clings to Collinwood with more tenacity than the mists from the sea; a man whose presence inspires more unrest than fear, more mystery than anger.

[first lines]

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
I don't understand. Why didn't you tell me immediately?

Victoria Winters:
Well, I knew you that weren't feeling well last night. I didn't want to disturb you.

[last lines]

David Collins:
[entering the old house] Barnabas! Barnabas, are you here? Josette, I think I'm afraid. Josette, where are you? You're not here. I know you're not here! No!

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Sunset at Collinwood. And the coldness of night settles in. This is the coldness that comes not from the air but from a place that is still and deep.

[first lines]

David Collins:
The door! Somebody, open the door! Please! Open the door!

[last lines]

Barnabas Collins:
Mr. Evans, I'm certain that your lovely daughter's future is already assured.

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Night has come to Collinwood and the country around. And with it has come a terror which has no name and no known source. It is greater than a fear that stalks the earth because it is a fear that haunts the mind without shape, without form, until in dreams a form is found and one is lead to it down windless corridors and forced finally to look upon its face.

[first lines]

Maggie Evans:
Joe, Joe. Joe, answer. Joe, please answer. Please answer.

Barnabas Collins:
Serenity is my favorite emotion.

[last lines]

Barnabas Collins:
I'm sorry. Could we discuss this some other time? I just remembered there - there's something that I have to do. Please excuse me.

Burke Devlin:
Yes, yes, of course.

Barnabas Collins:
Good night, Stephan. I hope I'll see you again soon.

[opening narration]

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. This is to be a night of horror, a night that evil will display its terrible power; a night that an innocent is to become the frightened object of that power.

[first lines]

Sam Evans:
[knocking on Maggie's bedroom door] Maggie! Maggie! Maggie, you in there? Hey, Maggie, look at the time, will you?

[last lines]

Sam Evans:
I've got about an hour's worth of work here.

Barnabas Collins:
That'll be just enough time.

Maggie Evans:
I've never realized how much I liked it. I guess I've really thought about it one way or the other. How sad.

Victoria Winters:
Why is it sad?

Maggie Evans:
Sad that I love the darkness so much and I never knew it.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. A warm night wind wails around the walls of Collinwood, and for all the world sounds like a cry of anguish and despair. Imprisoned in the depths of a house on the great estate, there is one who knows despair and yet still clings to a single, frail hope. A hope that she will somehow be freed from the prison in which she is held captive. Freed from the one who would destroy her.

David Collins:
Where do you go to school?

Sarah Collins:
I used to go, a long time ago, but I don't anymore.

David Collins:
You don't? Neither do I. I have a tutor that teaches me everything. Right now we're studying Australia and kangaroos.

[David hops around like a kangaroo; Sarah watches and giggles]

Sarah Collins:
[to Maggie] If you see my big brother, don't tell him you saw me. He doesn't like anybody to come down here.

Maggie Evans:
You do know a way. If you know, you've got to tell me. Because if I stay in here, I'll die. Do you want me to die?

Sarah Collins:
No.

Maggie Evans:
Well, then tell me. Is there anything you can tell me?

Sarah Collins:
I know a riddle.

Maggie Evans:
A riddle?

Sarah Collins:
It tells the way to get out of here.

Maggie Evans:
Well, what is it?

Sarah Collins:
One, two, away they flew. Three, four, by the door. Five, six, count the bricks. Seven, eight, the clue is grate. Nine, ten, home again.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. A brilliant afternoon sun brightens the walls of Collinwood, and all is silent except for the cries of the gulls that circle overhead, and the buzz of the bees in meadows. But not far from the great house, there is one that cannot know the sunlight. Only the darkness of a prison cell in which she is to die. There is one who would save her, but he is haunted by fear. Fear that her salvation would mean his own death.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. A moment ago, a gull circled the sky over Collinwood, scanning the sea below for food on which its survival depends. Its eye briefly caught a flash of silver in the morning sunlight. It swooped to the sea, only to be caught up by a tidal wave and carried to a watery grave. There is a moment before disaster strikes, a quiet moment. But there is terror in the silence. For the rush of destruction is to follow in its wake. For one girl, this is such a moment. And her heart is numb with fear.

Victoria Winters:
Your mother asked me to be her witness at the marriage, and I said yes.

Carolyn Stoddard:
Her witness? So, you're going to be a part of Mother's wedding party? How nice. How nice of mother to include you. But then you seem to have become her second daughter. Her only daughter, I should say.

Victoria Winters:
Please don't be this way.

Carolyn Stoddard:
I'm happy for you, Vicki. I really am. You've always wanted a family, and now you've got one.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. There is a cliff near Collinwood that by legend was created for those who have lost all hope, because their existence has become intolerable. It is the place of the dividing line between life and death. There is one who has come to this place, seeking an escape from problems that have become insurmountable.

Barnabas Collins:
You work very hard at your job.

Victoria Winters:
I enjoy what I'm doing. Most people don't always have that opportunity.

Barnabas Collins:
You're quite young to have arrived at that conclusion. It shows great maturity and a sense of wisdom.

Victoria Winters:
Oh, thank you. I only wish it were true.

Barnabas Collins:
It most certainly is. The Collins family are very fortunate to have you around. I would go even further and say that anyone who comes into close contact with you is extremely fortunate.

Victoria Winters:
If you continue, Mr. Collins, you're gonna make me the most conceited person in Collinsport.

Barnabas Collins:
I doubt that very much. I doubt that anything could change you.

Victoria Winters:
An invitation has come to Collinwood. An invitation to enter the past. A party at which the clothes worn by the guests will belong to another time, as well as to another identity. Where for a few candlelit hours, an evening long dead will live again. But the past, like the future, can hold its uncertainties and no one can prophesy where this journey out of time will lead. One can only follow the strange and melancholy man who will be its guide.

Victoria Winters:
You're the most gallant man I ever met. Sometimes... Sometimes I think you belong to a completely different time than ours.

Barnabas Collins:
Oh?

Victoria Winters:
[looking at Josette's portrait] More to her time. Perhaps that's why this house suits you so perfectly.

Barnabas Collins:
Given the choice, which time would you prefer? Hers or ours?

Victoria Winters:
I don't know. But I think if I could wear dresses like this all the time, I'd be very happy. And very vain.

Victoria Winters:
You could do with some fun, Willie. You never smile. Do you know that?

Willie Loomis:
I haven't got much to smile about, that's all.

Victoria Winters:
Oh yes, you do. Willie, you've done a fantastic job on this house. You should be very happy and very proud of it. You deserve to be.

Barnabas Collins:
Thank you, Vicki. Thank you very much for saying that. There's a lot of things we deserve we never get, and there's a lot of things we get and don't deserve.

Barnabas Collins:
That's an interesting philosophy, Willie, but I'm dedicated to seeing that people get what I think they deserve.

Sarah Collins:
It's your very best friend.

Maggie Evans:
[laughs] You're really here.

Sarah Collins:
Of course I am. I'm sorry I took so long, but I didn't know where to find you. I just kept looking. I just kept listening so very hard and I began to hear you. And I found you at last. And I'll help you go home.

Maggie Evans:
[happily] Oh, Sarah.

[Maggie hugs Sarah]

Maggie Evans:
[to Sam and Joe] I intend to pick up my life exactly where I left it. And I hope you both will join me, because I refuse to live in fear. Now, you can all hover over me like the royal guard. I'd be delighted to play the queen.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Collinwood, a strange dark mansion, brooding on the crest of a lonely hill. It's my home now, and the outside world seems a million miles away. Yet I know there are homes in warmth in Collinsport. I know there are people with hopes and dreams and unexpressed fears.

Carolyn Stoddard:
Saw the light under the door and thought I might borrow a cup of sugar.

Victoria Winters:
You're Carolyn.

Carolyn Stoddard:
Uh-huh. And you're Victoria. Or is it Vicki?

Victoria Winters:
Either one. Doesn't make any difference. Whichever you like.

Carolyn Stoddard:
Well, Vicki, on behalf of myself and my kooky family, I bid you welcome to the house of Usher.

Burke Devlin:
Mr. Malloy, when I was a kid, I used to go up to Collinwoood to look for ghosts. We all used to think it was haunted. Well, I didn't find any then, but they're there. You know it and I know it. They creep out of every corner, and hide under every bed. Well, I didn't put them there, Mr. Malloy, but I'm sure gonna do everything I can to dig them out.

Bill Malloy:
What good it'll do ya?

Burke Devlin:
It might give me back a lot of time I've lost.

Burke Devlin:
You're an ambitious kid, Joe. You want to get ahead. Work for yourself. I like that. But you're a dead duck as far as Carolyn Stoddard is concerned. And you know it. As long as she lives in that house on the hill.

Joe Haskell:
She doesn't want to leave her mother alone up there. That makes sense, doesn't it?

Burke Devlin:
Does it? Does that make sense, Joe? A woman stays in that hill for 18 years. She could walk off anytime. But she won't do it. How long you gonna wait? Another 18 years?

Maggie Evans:
Well, we might as well be really racy and have another card game.

Joe Haskell:
All right, but I'm feeling lucky.

Dr. Julia Hoffman:
Devlin's suspicions could ruin everything. EVERYTHING!

Burke Devlin:
Barnabas, I wonder about something.

Barnabas Collins:
What is it?

Burke Devlin:
I wonder whether, we really like each other?

Barnabas Collins:
Why do you wonder that?

Burke Devlin:
Well, by the way we talk to each other, the way we intimate things without actually coming out and saying what's in our minds. As if we're playing a card game, with very high stakes.

Barnabas Collins:
What an interesting observation, and an interesting simile! A card game...

Barnabas Collins:
I'll tell you something. I think of our relationship as more of a duel: two superb swordsmen with highly sharpened blades. You thrust, I parry... I thrust, you parry.

Burke Devlin:
I prefer my simile to yours.

Barnabas Collins:
Why?

Burke Devlin:
Well, mine is merely a game, which one either wins or loses, depending on the cards.

Barnabas Collins:
And mine?

Burke Devlin:
Well, yours seems to be a matter of complete desperation: life or death. To lose a duel with you would be to lose everything, including one's life.

Barnabas Collins:
But isn't that the purpose of a duel?

Burke Devlin:
If a duel is necessary. Is it?

Barnabas Collins:
Well, that can't be determined, until the sword is in one's hand. But you make me sound so evil, when all the time the stakes of a card game could also be the same: life or death.

Burke Devlin:
I think we've played ourselves into a stalemate.

Barnabas Collins:
A temporary one.

Burke Devlin:
Shall we drink, then? To either the deck of cards or the sabers, whichever it's to be?

Barnabas Collins:
That certainly is worthy of a toast.

Barnabas Collins:
Thank you for the brandy.

Burke Devlin:
Thank you, for playing the game.

Barnabas Collins:
At last darkness has come. Goodbye, Maggie Evans. I might have loved you, I might have spared you, but now you must die.

[Joe Haskell shows up at Collinwood drunk]

Carolyn Stoddard:
Joe, what are you doing here?

Joe Haskell:
I'm paying a visit to my girl, that's what I'm doing.

Carolyn Stoddard:
You're potted!

Joe Haskell:
You're mother was more lady-like. She said I was drunk.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. It seems like years since I came here to Collinwood. Where the tensions holds the flow of time. But the days have passed, and I'm no closer to the answers I'd hoped to find. Answers which I feel are rooted within the paneled walls of this great mansion, and in the heart of the woman who never leaves its grounds.

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
Within the walls of the Great House at Collinwood, there is a frightened child. Young David Collins is searching desperately for a friend who has the dark secret answers to his questions. But his friend is not easy to find because she comes from a world beyond the world we know at Collinwood.

Victoria Winters:
All of us at Collinwood remain concerned about the state of mind of young David Collins. We are unaware that at this moment at the Eagle Hill cemetery, two people are about to meet for the first time. They will recognize each other and they will know that together they may travel a long, dark and dangerous path to help the troubled little boy who means so much to both of them.

Dr. Dave Woodard:
Now that I that know she exists, I'm gonna find out why.

Dr. Julia Hoffman:
Why?

Dr. Dave Woodard:
Yes. It must have been a very extraordinary reason that brought her back after all these years and I think once we've uncovered that reason, Julia, we'll finally have arrived at the truth in this twisted situation.

Dr. Julia Hoffman:
You really believe that, Dave?

Dr. Dave Woodard:
Yes.

Dr. Julia Hoffman:
And what are you going to do about it?

Dr. Dave Woodard:
I don't know exactly, but I do know I'm not going to rest until I find out why Sarah Collins has come back to Earth.

Barnabas Collins:
For most men, time moves slowly; so very slowly. They don't even realize it. But time has revealed itself to me in a very special way. Time is a rushing, howling wind raging past me; withering me in one relentless blast and then continues on. I have been sitting here passively, submissive to its rage, watching its work. Listen. Time, howling, withering.

Dr. Julia Hoffman:
I'm perfectly willing to protect you, Barnabas. I'm not applying for a job as your maid.

Barnabas Collins:
If the imminent doctor has done anything to impair my relations with Vicki, she has just signed her own death certificate.

Victoria Winters:
There has been a homecoming in the Great House of Collinwood, and those who have returned have found that very little has changed. We still live within a ring of fear. A fear that is generated by the one who lives in the Old House. Where, on this night, a kind of madness prevails. A madness that will lead to the threat of murder.

Sarah Collins:
Do you remember the rhyme you taught me when I was learning how to write?

Barnabas Collins:
Yes. And I remember how proud I was of you.

Sarah Collins:
Say it for me now.

Barnabas Collins:
Well, I'm not sure I remember the exact words.

Sarah Collins:
Say it for me now.

Barnabas Collins:
That evil is...

Sarah Collins:
Wicked.

Barnabas Collins:
...wicked is well understood; the wicked are punished, so you must be good.

Sarah Collins:
You see, Barnabas? You must be good, or you'll be punished.

Barnabas Collins:
Then punish me, Sarah. Do whatever you want, but stay with me now.

Sarah Collins:
No, I will not stay here. I will go way and never come back. Never. That will be your punishment. I know there's good and there's evil because I learned it from you. But you've forgotten it, Barnabas, and you have to learn it all over again. I'll never come back until you do. Bye, Barnabas.

Victoria Winters:
A sudden storm over the Great House of Collinwood. The heavens are as full of unrest as the house itself. Perhaps the spirits which disturb the house will finally make themselves known. Or perhaps they will only bring new horror, new grief.

Roger Collins:
Sarah Collins died 200 years ago. Why would she come back now?

Roger Collins:
Why is the weatherman always wrong? Two afternoon papers said "clear and mild." They obviously don't realize their responsibilities.

Barnabas Collins:
[thinking] Where is Sarah now? Why did she leave me before I could explain? What can I explain? My life? No. That I still love her. I'm still her loving brother. I'm not to blame for what has happened to me. I didn't choose this. Or would she rather I was dead? Would she forgive me then?

Victoria Winters:
Are you really Sarah Collins?

Sarah Collins:
What a funny question. Of course I'm Sarah. Who else could I be?

Victoria Winters:
I don't know. But then I, I don't know much of anything right now.

Sarah Collins:
You sound as though you're talking in riddles.

Victoria Winters:
Well, I feel as though I'm living in a riddle. Suddenly, everything around me has changed but I stayed the same. I don't know why it happened or what made it happened and that's why I'm so frightened.

Sarah Collins:
Don't be frightened. You're going to like it here. And we're going to be good friends.

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
Time stands still at Collinwood, for one girl has mysteriously disappeared. She has embarked on a strange and dangerous journey, a journey that transcends time and space. And inexplicably, she has found herself trapped in the past.

Jeremiah Collins:
Don't be afraid of Abigail. She won't do anything to you. I'll see to that.

Victoria Winters:
How do you know that what she said about me isn't true?

Jeremiah Collins:
Well, I trust Sarah's instincts more than I do Abigail's. And besides, I know you can't be a witch. Witches don't cry over men they love.

Joshua Collins:
Countess! Do you still affect a title Madame?

Natalie duPres:
I was born with it. I am still alive.

Joshua Collins:
But France has followed our example and become a Republic.

Natalie duPres:
Precisely why I live in Martinique.

Victoria Winters:
Your fianc?e will arrive here safely.

Barnabas Collins:
You say that with such assurance I believe you. Are you psychic?

Victoria Winters:
No.

Barnabas Collins:
Well, I've always wanted to meet someone who is. Are you sure you can't tell the future?

Victoria Winters:
No, of course not.

Barnabas Collins:
Miss Winters, I don't believe you.

Victoria Winters:
I wouldn't tell the future even if I could. Not to you. Not to anyone. Never.

Natalie duPres:
Now, here is your card. The Magician. Because you have won the love of our Josette.

Barnabas Collins:
Thank you. But what does that sign at the top mean?

Natalie duPres:
Oh, that is the sign of infinity.

Barnabas Collins:
You mean I'm going to live forever?

Natalie duPres:
Would you like that?

Barnabas Collins:
Of course.

Angelique:
Time stands still at Collinwood, for one girl has taken a mysterious and dangerous journey into the past. A house she knew as old and deserted is now her home and the home of the Collins family. And under its roof, unseen by all, a dangerous game of intrigue and terror is being played out.

Victoria Winters:
I want to apologize. I'm sorry that I got you into trouble this morning. I didn't mean it.

Ben Stokes:
Forget it.

Victoria Winters:
No, I can't. It was my fault, and you were punished. I'm sure that you were looking forward to that holiday very much.

Ben Stokes:
Mr. Collins would've found another excuse to take it away from me. That's the way he is.

Victoria Winters:
Mr. Collins may seem stern, but I'm sure...

Ben Stokes:
Stern? Stern's not the word for him. Mean's the word for him!

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. The dark night presses in on the crest of Widows' Hill as though it were alive. I can almost feel it crushing against the windows, whispering to me, telling me to run while I can. But I've come too far and waited too long, and the fear of darkness is only for children.

Angelique:
I set a curse on you, Barnabas Collins! You wanted your Josette so much, well, you shall have her, but not in the way that you would have chosen. You will never rest, Barnabas! And you will never be able to love anyone. For whoever loves you will die. That is my curse, and you will live with it through all eternity!

Barnabas Collins:
Why do we never learn to leave the past alone? Why does each of us want to bring it alive? I learned this night how wrong it is even to think of it.

Roger Collins:
What do you want?

Victoria Winters:
I think I left a drawing in here.

Roger Collins:
It's on the table.

Victoria Winters:
Oh, thank you. I think David would kill me if I lost this.

Roger Collins:
My son might kill you even if you didn't.

Victoria Winters:
It's very good. Have you seen it?

Roger Collins:
Yes, I saw it.

Victoria Winters:
He's got a real potential in drawing.

Roger Collins:
Miss Winters, I am in no mood to discuss David's talents, great or small.

Victoria Winters:
I think this is important. We all know how destructive he's been.

Roger Collins:
Yes, we know.

Victoria Winters:
But this is creative, and something he likes to do.

Roger Collins:
I see. And you intend to nurture this sudden urge of creativity?

Victoria Winters:
I think it's a way of reaching him, and showing him the world isn't completely hostile.

Roger Collins:
What makes you think it isn't? Have you ever thought that David's view might be the correct one?

Victoria Winters:
You don't think that.

Roger Collins:
Oh, don't I, though? I was once nine years old, as David is. But unlike him, Miss Winters, I was filled with joy and the spirit of living, with love and the promise of a good, full life ahead. Well, maybe it's far better to be nine years old and know how ugly life can be.

Victoria Winters:
Oh, that isn't so.

Roger Collins:
Maybe it's better to know that you live in world where hands are reaching out, waiting to tear you to shreds... and they do... they do... eagerly, anxiously.

Victoria Winters:
Everyone doesn't have to think that way.

Roger Collins:
Pollyanna! Miss Pollyanna in a world of pain! Well, enjoy it while you can. But take my advice. Don't spend much time trying to destroy David's instinctive grasp of the truth. Let me see the drawing.

Victoria Winters:
[handing David's drawing to Roger] I took it from David's room without his permission, so you can see how frantic I was when I found it missing.

Roger Collins:
[looking at David's drawing] Collinwood, with all its dark shadows. He's captured it, all right.

Dr. Eric Lang:
[Adam is in his cell listening to taped message from Lang] Julia... when... when you do the experiment again, if both Barnabas and my creation live, if they BOTH live, Barnabas will be free and healthy as long as Adam lives. Adam will drain Barnabas' affliction from him, but will not suffer from the disease itself... because he lives. But if Adam dies, Barnabas Collins will be as he was before. [Adams stops recorder]

Adam:
Before... as before. As before.

Willie Loomis:
[showing up at Adam's cell with his dinner] Hey, you're talkin' to yourself again, huh? Yeah, you! I got a right to be mad at you! You ain't no friend of mine, no sir! [opens cell door... Adam grunts as he reaches for plate Willie is carrying... Willie mocks him] Don't you growl at me! I brought you your snack! Ten o'clock feeding for the baby! [sets plate down out of Adam's reach]

Adam:
[grabs at plate unsuccessfully] As before!

Willie Loomis:
Oh, you learned something did ya? [takes plate out of Adam's reach again] Maybe you can learn something for me! Yeah, it's about time you did something for Willie, instead of Willie always doing something for you! [pulls food off plate and holds a chicken drumstick out of Adam's reach] Yeah! You see this? Huh?

Adam:
Barnabas... Barnabas... Barnabas!

Willie Loomis:
That word don't do nothin' for me! You may get what you want from him by saying that! But you better learn to say something different for me! Yeah! You want the food, huh? Say 'I'! I! I!

Adam:
I! I!

Willie Loomis:
I! You ain't finished yet! Say 'I stole'. Stole! Stole! Come on, what's the matter with you? Can't you even say 'stole'! [by this time screaming] STOLE! STOLE! STOLE! STOLE! NOW YOU STOP IT NOW! Now you look here! You're supposed to learn something new every day! That's what His Highness Mr. Barnabas Collins said! Anything you can learn! You're gonna learn to say 'I stole the earrings!' Come on now, you say that or I'm gonna eat this! You got that? I'm gonna eat it! [takes bite from chicken leg] Come on boy, say it! SAY IT! COME ON, SAY IT! [takes another bite] SAY IT! [Willie finishes chicken leg while Adam continues to grunt and moan... then he breaks the chain securing him by the ankle... he lunges at Willie who flees upstairs with Adam in pursuit]

Dr. Julia Hoffman:
[to Barnabas as they're about to enter the Old House] I won't let you alone. You're much too depressed.

Barnabas Collins:
Well, shouldn't I be? When I think of everything for which I'm to blame. [they enter and hear Adam grunting at Willie... Barnabas sees Adam choking Willie on the floor] Adam! Let him go! You cannot do this!

Dr. Julia Hoffman:
Barnabas! Barnabas be careful!

Barnabas Collins:
You cannot! Stop it! [raises his cane] LET HIM GO! LET WILLIE GO! [he strikes Adam with the cane... Adam stops] Now stop it! I won't allow it! Do you understand? [Adam resumes choking Willie... Barnabas strikes him four more times... Adam finally stops] Now Adam... let Willie go.

Adam:
[releasing Willie... weakly] Barnabas... [gets up... snatches cane from Barnabas and attacks him]

Dr. Julia Hoffman:
BARNABAS! NOOO!

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Collinwood at night. Its towers a dark mass against a threatening sky. A symbol of a mystery I cannot solve. A mystery that brings me to a cottage not far from the waterfront. A cottage that might hold the answers I've been waiting so long to hear.

Maggie Evans:
A brilliant morning sun illuminates the walls of Collinwood and all is serene in the Great House. But not far away in a strange house by the sea, a desperate man waits. This day will decide his fate, and the fate of the young woman he has chosen to be his bride.

Dr. Julia Hoffman:
Morning at Collinwood; a morning that should be a happy one. For on the previous night, Victoria Winters was married to the man she loves. A man whose love has lasted through time. However, unknown to the residence of the great house, a mysterious and terrifying event has just occurred. An event which will plunge Victoria Winters and those around her into new terrors.

Maggie Evans:
I don't understand you, Chris.

Chris Jennings:
Very few people do.

Dr. Julia Hoffman:
The great house at Collinwood stands in majestic isolation under the brightness of a full moon, but none who live at Collinwood know that on this night, the fullness of the moon means something it has never meant before. It is the sign of a new and terrifying evil that prowls the woods of the Collins estate in search of a victim.

Amy Jennings:
Do you live around here?

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
Yes. At Collinwood.

Amy Jennings:
The big house by the water?

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
Yes.

Amy Jennings:
Oh, it's very pretty. I wish I lived there.

David Collins:
Doesn't lighting and thunder scare you?

Amy Jennings:
No.

David Collins:
It does most girls.

Amy Jennings:
It shouldn't. It can't hurt you.

David Collins:
Sure can. Lighting can strike you dead.

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
A violent storm continues over the great house at Collinwood, and it has been discovered that two children have disappeared in the middle of this night. While the adults in the house search frantically for them, the children are busy in an old storage room in the abandoned west wing, about to make a startling discovery of their own. One that will change the course of their lives.

Amy Jennings:
David, don't leave me!

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
Of all the dark and evil secrets that plague the great house at Collinwood, none has escaped detection longer than the secret behind the wall in the abandoned west wing. For over 70 years, a vengeful spirit has been imprisoned here. Now through the curiosity of two children, it has been released and soon it will bring about the final destruction of the Collins family.

Maggie Evans:
A dark and sinister night at Collinwood. A sudden, strange disappearance of a young woman has led to a chain reaction of terrifying events. Found unconscious near the old family mausoleum, the mistress of Collinwood has again become the victim of an evil spell which she thought she had overcome. A spell which could end her life at any moment.

Amy Jennings:
I'm afraid of the moon, Barnabas, and I don't know why!

Chris Jennings:
Evening at Collinwood. As darkened shadows enshroud the great house, mysteries begin to unfold. Mysteries that grow with the encroaching darkness. For two innocent children have been possessed by the spirit of a man long dead. But perhaps there are other forces in the house. Forces calling from beyond time, beyond space, trying to make contact with the land of the living.

Victoria Winters:
Mrs. Stoddard, ever since I've been in this house, I've been badgered and bullied and most of the time I've taken it. But there comes a limit even for me, and when I walked in here and heard you on the phone, that was the last straw! I don't lie, Mrs. Stoddard! I don't snoop and I don't pry and I, I don't steal other people's boyfriends!

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
And I don't like being shouted at.

Victoria Winters:
I was a fool. I should have packed up my first night here. But I'm going to stay and I'm not going to sit by and take all this nonsense.

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
I think you're forgetting you're still in my employ.

Victoria Winters:
Then fire me if you want to. Either that or begin trusting me. One or the other, Mrs. Stoddard.

Carolyn Stoddard:
You are really something, you know that? Walking around here with that innocent smile and sweet stare. Poor little Vicki Winters who only wants to do the right thing. Well, I've just about had it with you.

Victoria Winters:
Listen, I think you just better tell me what you're talking about.

Carolyn Stoddard:
Why don't you go home, Vicki? Why don't you pack your bags and go back to that precious foundling home?

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Collinwood is a cauldron of tension. Desperately as I have tried, I am unable to avoid involvement in the mystery of a man's death. A mystery that reveals hidden emotions and brings unexpected hatreds to the surface.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. I am no longer a stranger at Collinwood. Whether I want it or not, the people who live in this great mansion on Widows' Hill have become part of my life. And now I can only hope for the day when the tension around me will no longer exist.

Victoria Winters:
I haven't taken a long walk since I've been here. I thought I might go down along the beach.

Carolyn Stoddard:
I wish you'd stick around, Vicki. We have so few happy days around this dungeon. It's kind of a shame to miss even five minutes of one of them.

Victoria Winters:
Well, maybe this is just the first of a long string of happy days.

Carolyn Stoddard:
You're right. From now on, it's champagne every night and caviar for breakfast. Songs and dances by Stoddard and Winters.

[Victoria clears her throat loudly]

Carolyn Stoddard:
Oh. Winters and Stoddard.

Victoria Winters:
While Matthew Morgan accompanies us on the harp.

[after learning that Burke has come to Collinwood]

Roger Collins:
Well, it's come, Carolyn. The end of our happy day.

Burke Devlin:
Vicki, where do you stand in all this?

Victoria Winters:
Right where I've always stood. On my own two feet.

Burke Devlin:
I see. Well, I, I hope those pretty feet don't get smeared with mud.

Roger Collins:
What have you come here for, Burke?

Burke Devlin:
I came here for something I waited 10 years for. I've come for Collinwood.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. The Collins family has owned Collinwood for more than 130 years, and the family still wants to keep it in spite of the terror they've known there.

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
Burke, come in. Carolyn, come in. You too, Vicki. All of you might as well hear what I have to say.

Roger Collins:
Well, why bore Vicki with our private affairs?

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
Vicki's practically a member of the family. She's been through enough unpleasantness and there's no reason why she shouldn't hear the rest of it.

Carolyn Stoddard:
Isn't there anything I can say or do, something that'll make you stop all this?

Burke Devlin:
No. I'm sorry that you have to be involved, but you happen to be a Collins.

Carolyn Stoddard:
My name is Stoddard. Carolyn Stoddard.

Burke Devlin:
Carolyn Collins Stoddard.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. In Collinwood, this great and gloomy house perched on Widows' Hill, life goes on as usual. And so does death, with the doubts and fears that accompany it, especially when it is a death that has not been fully explained.

Sam Evans:
You know, Joe, if all you think about is, uh, Carolyn, you'll, uh, you think very much about her, you'll get her out of Collinwood.

Joe Haskell:
Ah, but how? That's easier said than done.

Sam Evans:
Well, do you want to, uh, sit back and watch her grow old gracefully up in that mausoleum the way her mother has?

Joe Haskell:
No, certainly not.

Sam Evans:
Well, then you better do something about it. Otherwise, that's exactly what's gonna happen.

Maggie Evans:
You know, I think you ought to change your tactics, Joe. Try something new.

Joe Haskell:
Maybe what I should really try is a new girl. You wanna dance?

Maggie Evans:
Me?

Joe Haskell:
Well, not your father.

Maggie Evans:
I'd love to!

Joe Haskell:
Tonight, we'll forget all about the Collins family of Collinsport.

Sam Evans:
And I'll drink to that.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Even though the coroner has given an official opinion in the unexplained death of a man, the mystery of that death still creates dissension in our town. And not everyone agrees with the verdict.

Sarah Johnson:
Now, you've mentioned this Victoria Winters. I've heard Mr. Malloy speak about her a couple of times, but I'm not sure what her real connection with the family is.

Burke Devlin:
Victoria Winters is an orphan. She was raised in a foundling home in New York. Mysteriously, she was offered a position at Collinwood to tutor David.

Sarah Johnson:
You say "mysteriously." Why?

Burke Devlin:
Well, I had a private detective check on her. On her background, everything. He didn't come up with anything. Isn't it strange that Elizabeth Stoddard would hire some girl she didn't know anything about?

Sarah Johnson:
No. Not when you think about it. You know, they had that large staff at Collinwood 18 years ago. And then when Paul Stoddard left, Mrs. Stoddard fired them all. The cooks, the maids, the butler, the chauffeur, all of them. They haven't had anybody else there except old Matthew, the caretaker. Now, when Mrs. Stoddard decided that she had to get help for that, to take charge of that boy, that's exactly what she would do. She'd get an outsider that knew nothing about them.

Burke Devlin:
What are they trying to hide?

Sarah Johnson:
Well, I don't know, but if I get into Collinwood, I'll do my best to find out.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. The death of a friend of the Collins family has been written off as accidental. But in this great and gloomy house, there is still one man searching for something. Something he fears might connect him with the death that is thought to have been accidental.

Joe Haskell:
[about Carolyn] You know, she might not understand about me dancing with Maggie there.

Victoria Winters:
Well, I haven't said anything to her and I promise you I won't.

Joe Haskell:
Vicki, you know, if I didn't happen to be in love with Carolyn, I think I'd be in love with you.

Carolyn Stoddard:
Is my hair all right?

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
I wish everything in this house was as all right as your hair.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. For more than 130 years, the foreboding mansion of Collinwood has stood on the top of Widows' Hill like a giant headstone, marking the watery graves of fishermen who have perished in the sea below. It is a monument to one man, Jeremiah Collins, and his dreams. But when men dream, spoilers always seem to lurk nearby, ready to destroy their dreams, turning them into nightmares. Even in a small family town like Collinsport.

James Blair:
Don't you think you've underestimated Mrs. Stoddard?

Burke Devlin:
No, I don't think so.

James Blair:
From what I hear, she's a pretty strong woman. She may put up a mean fight when she learns what you're up to.

Burke Devlin:
Well, Blair, what has she got to fight with? A nephew who runs to me. I'm his idol. An infatuated daughter. A weakling brother she can't depend on. I also planted a housekeeper in her home to let me know what she's up to. She's alone. She has nothing to fight with.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. As an orphan in a foundling home, I became accustomed to making decisions without guidance. I have now been forced to decide whether or not I should leave Collinwood. And part of the answer lies in the mind of a small boy.

Victoria Winters:
David, are you actually beginning to like me?

David Collins:
Miss Winters, I love you.

[David runs out of the room]

Victoria Winters:
Has David ever said that about anything or anyone before?

Carolyn Stoddard:
Yes. Once when he lived in Augusta, he had a little kitten he told me loved.

Victoria Winters:
Oh? What happened to it?

Carolyn Stoddard:
David drowned it.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Up until last night, I had thought of this great house of Collinwood as a home. Then one night, it became a prison. Yet that one night of imprisonment might have given me a clue to my identity. The real reason why I was at Collinwood.

Carolyn Stoddard:
Wouldn't it be great if you found out you were from a very wealthy Bangor family?

Victoria Winters:
Oh, stop it. I went through all that in the foundling home. We used to dream about that the way, the way other people dream about a fairy godmother.

Carolyn Stoddard:
That's exactly what it would be like. One wave of a magic wand and presto change-o, you're rich and happy.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. For the first time since I have come to live at Collinwood, I am away from the gloomy mansion I now call home. Waiting to see a man who may be able to help me in my search for my identity.

Richard Garner:
Miss Winters comes to us from Collinwood where she teaches young David.

Frank Garner:
Well, if there had been teachers like Miss Winters when I went to school, I might still be there.

Victoria Winters:
Can I trust you?

Burke Devlin:
Why not? I trust me and I'm a pretty tough guy to convince.

Burke Devlin:
Well, when eventually you do find out who you are, and I'm convinced that you will, I'm sure you'll find out you belong to people a lot more and finer than the Collins family could ever hope to be.

Victoria Winters:
Now why do you say that?

Burke Devlin:
Because you're a finer person than anyone in that family.

Victoria Winters:
I suppose I should thank you for that.

Burke Devlin:
No. No, you shouldn't. Because it's true.

Victoria Winters:
Well, sometimes I get the feeling that Mrs. Stoddard knows more about me than she admits to.

Richard Garner:
You mean that she's keeping something from you?

Victoria Winters:
It's just a feeling.

Richard Garner:
Well, why should she do anything like that?

Victoria Winters:
I don't know. I'm probably making the whole thing up. But... Well, suppose that my father turned out to be a convicted murderer or insane...

Richard Garner:
Oh, you're borrowing trouble that doesn't exist.

Victoria Winters:
Well, you asked for a motive and there's a perfectly good one. You said yourself she was fond of me.

Richard Garner:
Well, it's true that I know that she wouldn't willingly see you hurt, Miss Winters, but on the other hand, I don't she'd willingly keep information from you. You're entitled to all and any information that you want.

Victoria Winters:
[about the list she found] Well, what is that list of names with the amounts of money opposite?

Richard Garner:
Well, it seems to be an old monthly wage list of the employees at Collinwood.

Victoria Winters:
But were there that many?

Richard Garner:
Oh, there was a large staff.

Victoria Winters:
But still...

Richard Garner:
Well, 2 chauffeurs, 3 cooks, upstairs maid, butler, housekeeper, gardeners, handyman. And on special occasions, they would bring in a dozen extra to help. This must've been one of those times.

Victoria Winters:
It's hard to believe that there was ever any real gaiety at Collinwood.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. For a few short days, I have left the nameless terrors of Collinwood behind me. Now I am about to return to them without accomplishing the purpose of my mission. Without discovering the secret of my identity.

Victoria Winters:
Oh, we can sit here and be very logical because we're miles away from Collinwood but when you're back there, it's different. You find yourself believing things that you scoffed at before.

Frank Garner:
You're frightened of that house, aren't you?

Victoria Winters:
I'm terrified of it. There's something sinister about it. I can't explain it, but it's in the air.

Victoria Winters:
I don't know Burke very well, but he's a strange man.

Frank Garner:
Well, 5 years in prison is apt to make any man a little bit strange.

Victoria Winters:
Sometimes he seems so gentle and kind, and other times he seems capable of cruelty and violence and he frightens me.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Collinwood seems a thousand miles away tonight. Yet my only hope is that someone is driving from there to pick me up in Bangor and rescue me.

Sheriff George Patterson:
You know, I suppose that it's all over town that Burke Devlin is trying to buy the Logansport cannery and that he's trying to get some of your key men away from you.

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
Bad news travels faster than good.

Sheriff George Patterson:
Well, there are a lot of people around town who would like to help you if they could. It'd be a sad day for Collinsport if anything happened to Collins Enterprises. It's the backbone of the town.

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
I know. That's why my father was disappointed when I came along.

Sheriff George Patterson:
How do you mean?

Elizabeth Collins Stoddard:
He wanted a boy, of course.

Sheriff George Patterson:
Oh, you've done right well, Mrs. Stoddard. He'd be proud of you.

Victoria Winters:
Roger, I know so little about you. You know everything about me, not that there's so very much to know. Tell me, what do you want out of life?

Roger Collins:
Well, right now, there are only two things I want very much.

Victoria Winters:
What are they?

Roger Collins:
I want someone to come through that door and rescue us from this dank and ill-smelling shack.

Victoria Winters:
[laughs] There I agree with you. And what's the other one?

Roger Collins:
I want you to leave Collinwood.

Sam Evans:
I didn't mingle very much with the natives.

Victoria Winters:
The natives?

Sam Evans:
Yes, that's, uh, anyone whose family has lived here for at least two, uh, two hundred or a couple hundred years.

Victoria Winters:
Like the Collins family.

Sam Evans:
Yeah. You see, they were among the first group to, uh, settle in the area. And it's the descendants of those people that are the real natives.

Victoria Winters:
And where are you from?

Sam Evans:
Connecticut. Well, that's, uh, pretty far south from here, but, of course, to a real southerner, I'm a Yankee.

Victoria Winters:
Well, to me, you're just a man I'm very glad I know.

Sam Evans:
My dear Miss Winters, I am not of that school of painters where you have to have a wild imagination to understand the work. I paint what I see.

Victoria Winters:
I know, and I like it.

Victoria Winters:
My name is Victoria Winters. Last night I learned that a man I considered my friend might be implicated in an unexplained death. I have shared this secret with only one other man. Now I dread having to face the rest of the family at Collinwood not knowing what to expect.

Victoria Winters:
I think Burke is a dangerous man to have for a friend. He's unpredictable.

Carolyn Stoddard:
If he's so unpredictable, then why did you take that trip and spend the night in the same hotel with him?

Roger Collins:
Here, here. Because it's the best hotel in town, that's why. What's so unusual about that?

Carolyn Stoddard:
How do I know what happened?

Roger Collins:
Well, what difference does it make?

Victoria Winters:
That's what I'd like to know. Why is it so important to you?

Carolyn Stoddard:
I think that as long as you live here at Collinwood, everything you do reflects on us.

Victoria Winters:
And does nothing you do reflect on anyone?

Victoria Winters:
And there's one more thing, Carolyn Stoddard, my best friend. Burke told me on the drive up that it wasn't an accident he came into the coffee shop. You called him and told him to come downstairs. So he came down to see you and not me.