After disarming Cassangelique, Nicholas tells her, "I'm tired of your dream curse!" Hear, hear!
Later, Cassangelique stabs her little clay Barnabas doll with a pin. Upstairs, Nicholas watches in surprise as Adam collapses in pain.
Despite Cassangelique's pleas, Nicholas forces her to kneel and performs a brief but quite dramatic ritual that takes strips her of her powers and leaves her a mortal woman. With maximum cruelty, she tells Roger that she never loved him. Well, at least the scales finally fall from Roger's eyes.
Despite being cured of his “affliction,” Barnabas has kept to his old schedule. [We never learn whether he experienced any pain when Cassandra drove the pin into the clay doll’s heart.] Although it must be 3:00 a.m., he is still up and fully dressed when Cassandra arrives at the Old House, and a very strong scene ensues. I have come to say goodbye, Cassandra says, then pleads, One word! After such a long history, one word can end two hundred years of pain! Oh, why could you never love me? she cries. Cassandra! Barnabas exclaims. Call me Angelique, she says almost in a whisper, and tell me why you never loved me. I loved Josette, he answers simply.
Cassangelique tells Barn, I’ve been told that I wasted my time on you, and I think that’s true. You’ve never known what I was thinking or feeling, she says, paraphrasing Roger, knowingly or not. Why did I love you so much? she bursts out. Nicholas says that I still do. Even dying, I love you. Dying? he echoes in surprise--and suspicion. What do you mean by that? She answers, I’ve been granted one of the few privileges of being human. I can only live until morning. For once you should understand; you could not die either for so long. We are both human tonight, Barnabas. You are a witch, he retorts. Not any more, she answers. I have only until morning to live. That is my punishment--and morning is coming so quickly. That is my punishment. But if I must die, so must you! So saying, she pulls out a .32 pearl-handled, snub-nosed revolver and aims it directly at her first husband’s now all-too-mortal chest. No! Barnabas exclaims in dismay. But she only repeats grimly, So must you....