This may be the last time we see the train station.
The REAL Barnabas has a nice soliloquy while he's deciding whether to strangle Quentin, and JF does it very well: Quentin is still picturesquely asleep or unconscious in his hospital bed, still with a bandage around his forehead. Barnabas stands watching him with an evil glint in his eyes. He thinks to himself, To think that I drove that car, determined to kill the man who was meeting Carolyn--and that man was you, Quentin! I must kill you now! He starts to put his hands around Quentin’s throat, but then changes his mind: No. You saved me once, when dawn was coming. I owe you one chance at life, the same chance you gave me--but only one. After that, I will have paid my debt. Then I will do whatever I must.
Elizabeth "welcomes" her ex-husband back to Collinwood, where she can "help" him. Her calmness in the face of his increasing agitation is almost smothering--scary!
At the hospital, Barnabas is still watching over the patient. Gently he calls to Quentin, and the man in the bed moans and rolls weakly from side to side. He opens his eyes and looks first at a vase of red flowers, then at Barnabas. Barnabas says, Hello, Quentin. I knew we would see each other again, but I didn't expect that it would be here. Quentin stares at Barnabas blankly.
Carolyn and Julia arrive and greet "Grant Douglas," who stares at Carolyn blankly.
Julia stares at the patient and tries to assess the extent of his amnesia. You seem not to recognize any of us, she comments. I’m pretty confused, he replies. I wouldn’t even know where I am except for this gentleman (indicating Barnabas): Collinsport, Maine! What am I doing here? Stranger things have happened to me in my life. Julia pounces on this and asks what else. But “Grant” doesn’t have a clue. Do any of you know? he asks. Barnabas watches him intently, Julia watches him with concern. Carolyn reminds him, We met at the antique shop, and you asked me for a date. Grant Douglas is a genius, he declares in the genuine Quentin manner. Whoever he is, his heart is in the right place--and his mind and eyes. I think I like him, he concludes. Are you always like this? Carolyn asks. You tell me, he replies wryly.
Julia and Barnabas leave the room. Barnabas says flatly, You were stupid to ask if “Grant” recognized you--he might have given the whole thing away to Carolyn. Given what away? Julia asks, deliberately obtuse. The fact that he is Quentin Collins, Barnabas answers, and that he is nearly a hundred years old. You’ve taken away his memory! Julia says. Barnabas attributes the loss of memory to the car accident. I’m sure you had something to do with it, Julia snaps. She returns to the patient as Carolyn is filling him in on Julia’s detective work. Julia says he lived at 115 Elm Street, Portland, Maine--Apartment 3A. The landlady said he had no wife, and no immediate relatives. Quentin gets more upset. Can you bring the landlady here? he asks. I have to find out. The man who left here said I was someone named Quentin Collins--whoever he is. Carolyn looks at Julia in amazement and tells “Grant” that Quentin lived a hundred years ago. Grant laughs. I can’t very well be Quentin Collins, can I? he says.
Later at Collinwood, Julia tells Paul, I think there was something to your story. I want to hear more of it. You must tell me why Barnabas is behaving so peculiarly. You’re the answer! Paul says and laughs at his bad judgment of character: This Barnabas, he starts, he is connected with some group, some kind of organization, and they are going to-- He stops short, and Julia too whirls around to see Barnabas standing in the doorway. I’ve come to welcome you back to Collinwood, he says blandly. How nice it must be for you to be home again. Paul stares at him for a moment in silence, then walks past him and out of the room. You have quite an effect on him, Barnabas, Julia comments drily. Barnabas starts to speak to her, but she says with utter coldness, Do we really have anything to say to each other? She follows Paul upstairs.
Elizabeth comes out from the servants’ doorway and joins Barnabas. Something must be done, she tells him in her cult-zombie voice. Bringing him here was not the answer. He has been talking. Someone will listen and believe him. Something must be done. Barnabas replies, No. Paul Stoddard will be taken care of--by someone else. He smiles an evil, anticipatory smile......
