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Aristede opens the coffin--empty! Aristede swings Magda around to face him and demands, where is Barnabas Collins? He threatens her with the hammer. She looks inside the empty coffin. You had me fooled, says Jamison--I thought you were telling the truth. He left just before dawn to come here, protests Magda, I WAS telling the truth. Perhaps he stopped off on the way here, says Aristede sarcastically, but we know better than that, don't we, gypsy? I have no idea where he is, says Magda. He holds up the hammer, offering to refresh her memory, but she insists it will do no good. Perhaps you'll be surprised what you remember after I'm through with you, says Aristede. You won't do anything because I don't know anything, says Magda--I ain't lying. I'm sorry I didn't kill you tonight, says Aristede. "But I am not," says Jamison, closing the coffin--"She is telling the truth." Gypsies never do, insists Aristede. She doesn't know where he is, says Jamison. I'm sure it's a trap for us, says Aristede. I think Barnabas had a premonition of danger and followed his instincts, says Jamison--as we must now do. We must find him now, during the day, says Aristede. Not possible, says Jamison, asking Magda--no, our only chance is at night. They can't do anything to him then, points out Aristede. Yes, he will come to the gypsy, says Jamison, and tell her where his new hiding place is, and tomorrow, she can take us there--and she will, he says[/spoiler]
Be grateful for small favors, I suppose. I don't think that NBC would have approved of much of the stuff that Innovation seemed to find so vitally important. That subplot about the origin of the music box took up a lot of space and really added nothing to the overall story.
The camera homes in on the lion's head doorknocker on the door of the Old House. Inside, Julia paces the room, reading from a journal--Tuesday, November 18th, 1969 - It's now been over a month since I returned from my strange and terrifying journey to another time. I've waited here every night at the Old House, hoping Barnabas would give me a sign, but there's been nothing. I had been hearing faint voices from the past that frightened me, for I didn't know if they inhabited the same world as I, or the darkened corridors of my mind, for I haven't heard the voices for several days and fear that Barnabas is trapped in the past and lost to me forever. Julia rises from her chair. A man whose face we cannot see looks in the window. His hair is gray. He wears gloves and a hat.[/spoiler]
Julia sits at the desk, writing in her journal--I must not give up hope, although there seems so little left now! She closes the journal, recaps the pen, blows out candles and doesn't see the man looking in at her.