Quentin enters the drawing room--Daphne? He calls--are you the stranger?--you can't be--Carolyn told me you're alive, not a spirit--oh, how I wish that were true--how I wish we could meet, touch, love. Daphne, hidden behind the open drawing room door, listens. And the children, says Quentin, you wouldn't bother them--you'd only think about me, they'd be safe--I'd be all yours. Daphne sobs. Hearing the sound, Quentin asks, who is it?Daphne comes out and softly speaks his name. He draws her into his arms. "You're alive!" he exults, hugging her. Please let me go, she says. No, he says. You must, she insists. Never, he vows. She pulls away from him--yes, she says. I must be dreaming, he says, I never walked into this room, felt your warmth. He touches her shoulder. Don't touch me, she insists--I want you to, but you can't. Why? he asks--after finally finding you, why, tell me! Sadly, she says, I can't--so many things I can't do now that I could before. You cannot love me now? he asks--why? You must not ask me these questions, she says, this is why I shouldn't have given in--I should never have appeared--I have no answers for you. Then I won't ask any questions, he says--but why can't I hold you? (That's a question.) She stares at him longingly. He smiles, ardently kisses her, long and hard. They hold each other. Yes, this is as it should be, he says--if words get in the way, then there will be no more words. You make is so simple, she says. And I'll keep it that way, he promises. You cannot, she says. Why? he asks--why did you come back here, if not for me--is it for the children?--is that why?--did you come back for them--you're going to help them, release them, they will be David and Hallie again! Oh, Quentin, she says, going into his arms. Quentin! calls Willie. Q hastily exits the drawing room, closing the doors behind him.
Jason is in the study, enjoying a fine cigar. He looks out at the storm, his hands behind his back, and surveys the room, then sits down, very pleased with himself as he blows smoke out of his mouth. Carolyn enters and he says to come in--he was just lighting up this excellent cigar. Uncle Roger's favorite, says Carolyn. Jason says he must send Roger some cigars next time he's in Manila, they grow the filler portion there, but the wrapping comes from Sumatra, they have a way of combining the two for a great cigar--try one? He suggest to Carolyn. They really aren't her thing, she says--he's very interested in these kind of things, isn't he? Yes, he says, it's these kind of things that give life that extra little zest, things like these that make you say life is worth living, so squeeze every ounce out of it that you can. That's your whole philosophy, she says. You may quote me, Jason replies.
Brilliant shot of Carolyn and Jason.
Eagle - Yaeger, having a drink, interrupts Buffie in her duties as she cleans a table. You're not being very friendly, he accuses. I have work to do and you know that, she retorts. Are you trying to avoid me? he asks--I've never seen you so dedicated to your work. I have to make a living, she reminds him, swabbing down a table, do you mind? As long as you leave me just a little time, he says, or maybe I'll just stand here and watch you. You must have something better to do, she chides. You're so touchy today, he says
Great glimpse of Yeagar and Buffy. Yeagar looks like a caricature of a Seventies white pimp--that wig and those clothes--that pornstache. Classic.
Josette's room - Josette applies some of Angelique's special perfume, and when she answers her door, finds Jeremiah there. He swears he didn't want to be alone with her, but her flirtatious manner assures him she's very glad he stopped by. He's angry with himself, but she insists their matching brands are the result of Fate, and they should stop hiding what they feel for each other.
Nicholas, standing in Widows' Hill, desperately begging Diabolos for another chance. I'll make them do it over!--you must let me explain!--I'll make it right--I'll force them to make a new woman for Adam. Give me time, that's all I need--a week is nothing to you, seven days! It's so small to you. Give me seven days and I'll give you everything you want! PLEASE!! Barnabas is hiding in the bushes, listening to this pitiful supplication as Nicholas continues, "You can take charge of Adam and his new wife--guide their destiny. Just remember that I brought them to you! Let me bring Maggie--I'll come to you!" His us surrounded by flames. "No! You've given me chances before!" he pleads. "I will not fail you this time, I swear I won't. It almost worked, It will work the next time, I swear it will. Don't take me now!" He screams as the fire reclaims him, his arms raised in entreaty.Nicholas Blair disappears into the conflagration. Barnabas Collins, watching his enemy being snatched from the mortal world, has the biggest, most joyous smile on his face we have ever seen or will see.
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.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.
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