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115 EXT: DRIVE TO COLLINWOOD - NIGHT 115 TRUCKING SHOT Willie is half carrying, half dragging Carolyn. Blood runs from the wounds in her neck down her dress. Willie sees the house ahead. |
She starts to fall, then walks a few halting steps. |
Willie runs into the woods. Carolyn, barely able to walk, slowly, weavingly makes her way toward the house. |
Willie calling his master "Mr. Barnabas" suddenly makes me wonder if he had been briefly possessed by the spirit of Ben Stokes.
I think the scene plays much more effectively in Josette's room.
The final camera close-up on the music box is a very forceful statement about the fate of anyone Barnabas chooses to love.
Is the all who love him must die still part of his curse? Or is it different altogether?
Shortly afterward Barnabas and Willie entered the basement of the old house. Barnabas was in a mood of elation, while a troubled Willie moved along at his side carrying a candelabra. It was now nearly dawn. "I found her again, Willie," Barnabas exulted. "Tonight I found my Josette." Willie frowned. "But it's crazy. Maggie Evans ain't no reincarnation of some French dame who lived two hundred years ago." Barnabas looked at him with surprise. "You don't understand!" "I understand more than you think!" Willie said stub- bornly. "This is beyond your experience," Barnabas protested. "You gotta be careful," Willie warned him. "I don't mind risking everything for Josette!" "Now, Mr. Barnabas," Willie said, "don't you go startin' nothin' with Maggie. You're in trouble enough without hurting her." "I won't hurt her." "You say that. But it ain't so." "I mean it," Barnabas told him. "I am going to offer her what no other man can. Eternal life. Eternal love." Willie looked at him blankly. "Whatever that means!" "You'll find out," Barnabas promised. "She ain't gonna pay no attention to you. She ain't." Barnabas hesitated and gave him an angry look. Then slowly he asked, "Do you intend to try and stop her?" "Now wait a minute," Willie protested, moving back. "Answer me!" Barnabas demanded menacingly. "I don't mean no trouble," Willie pleaded. "It sounded like it," Barnabas said, still glaring at the unhappy Willie. "No. No," Willie managed. "It's just that she's got that Jeff Clark." "I don't want to hear about him," Barnabas said angrily and he moved closer to Willie in a threatening manner. But he stopped in the midst of his angry gesture at the sight of a shadow on the wall. Someone was stand- ing on the stairs, hearing all that they were saying. Alertness and panic crossed his gaunt face. He swung around quickly. "Where--where you going?" Willie asked. But there was no reply from the suddenly tense Barn- abas. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs look- ing up, ready to deal with the intruder. His lips worked with emotion and there was a fire of anger in those hypnotic eyes. Carolyn's image could be seen through the glass doors at the top of the stairs. Barnabas called out in a compel- ling tone, "Carolyn!" There was a short delay, as if Carolyn were trying to pit her will against his, but it was a losing game for her. Slowly the door opened and the angry and hurt young woman came down the stairs reluctantly. There was a stubborn look on her pretty face. "I won't let you do it," she warned him. Barnabas was all command. "Come here." She went to him and said, "You love me. You must love me! I'm going to tell her everything, All about you." "Are you?" Barnabas asked with a tinge of sarcasm. "Yes," she replied, but her defiance was giving way to nervousness. "We shall see," he said. "You're forcing me to do it." Then she saw the look that had come to his gaunt face. She took a fearful step to one side, but he was quick to block her way. He stood threateningly before her. Frightened but still defiant, she cried, "Don't look at me! I'm not going to let you stop me. I won't let you touch her. I won't!" Barnabas was suddenly very close to her. He opened his mouth, baring his fangs, and then went down on her neck. Carolyn gasped but surrendered in his arms. Willie looked on in frozen horror as Barnabas held her in the vampire embrace. At last he came out of his stunned state and ran forward to Barnabas and began hammering on his back. "Stop it! Stop it!" he shouted. Barnabas reacted by straightening up with a roar. He allowed Carolyn to slump to the floor in a faint as he turned to Willie in a rage. He slashed Willie viciously across the face so that blood spurted from his mouth. Willie staggered back, screaming hysterically, "You were going to kill her! You were!" The distorted, angry expression gradually drained from the noble, gaunt face of Barnabas Collins. He looked shocked at what he had just done and there was the suspicion of trembling in his hands. It was clear there were separate forces working within him and opposing each other . . . and this inward struggle was taking its toll of him. Grimly he stared at the unconscious Carolyn. In a taunt voice he said, "Get her out of here!" Willie gladly came forward. "Yes! Right away!" "I never want to see her again." "I understand," Willie agreed meekly as he bent by the girl. "Get her out!" Barnabas seemed ready to slip back in- to that formidable rage at any moment. "I will," the handyman said, picking Carolyn up. "She will tell no one," Barnabas informed in his authoritative way. "No one. Both of you are mine. Both of you must do as I say!" Willie half-carried, half-dragged Carolyn up out of the cellar, |