Adam takes Carolyn to an abandoned building. Carolyn thinks he wants to kill her. Adam would prefer to “kill Barnabas.” Meanwhile, Tony and Liz worry about Carolyn. Tony believes Adam used Carolyn as a shield. Liz believes there is some connection to the Old House. Was Adam being chased by Barnabas? Carolyn lights a fire. She realizes Adam is childlike when he is fascinated by the flames. He burns himself. Carolyn is frightened and cries. Adam soothes her.
Barnabas says that Trask hasn’t the least idea of the evils of true witchcraft. He persecuted an innocent girl for his own ambition. Trask writes a confession, but it isn’t enough to save him.
“You wanted Victoria Winters to die in prison and so shall you! A prison of your own making!”
Barnabas chains Trask’s hands over his head and bricks him up behind the wall in the basement. Trask pleads for his life. After taunting him with a last look at the light, Barnabas puts in the final brick.
Nathan warns Trask that going to the Old House could mean certain destruction. Barnabas plans to give Trask a “reward.” Calling on the spirit of Abigail to summon Trask, the reverend is lured to the Old House. Trask is entertained by a swaying chandelier, a chiming clock, his name being called on the wind and a book opening by itself to reveal a cryptic letter written by Barnabas.
“The wind will speak his name and the clock will chime the hour, but hear it strike again, he will know the darkness of the tomb and he will beg for the darkness of death itself. If you would know his name, listen to the wind.”
“Barnabas Collins, you’re dead!”
“Yes.”
Barnabas gives Trask a night to remember with dripping blood and assorted things that go bump in the night…like a big, disembodied hand.
“It will not happen tonight, nor tomorrow tonight. But soon, Trask…very soon you are going to die!”
Day 5 - Favourite Male “Baddie” ~ Reverend Trask
Okay, okay, so I have no other reason for this other than Jerry Lacy chewing scenery is pretty much always entertaining. He was super-handsome as communist lawyer Tony Peterson, but Peterson was boring. Trask? Always heinous. Never boring.
Gregory Trask is even more hypocritical and awful than the 1790s edition, but this one has more rhetoric and is about 30 times more homoerotic.