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International Film Festival I957

Collective acting prize

Yves Monfand, Simone Signoref
and Myléne Demongeof

British Academy of Film
and Television Arts I958

Best foreign actress

Simone Signoref

THE WITCHES OF SALEM

In the early I 71h century,

certain Protestant sects,
fleeing religious persecution,

left their native England

Io found colonies in North America.

The most powerful of these colonies,
Massachusetts,

was also the most intolerant,
fanatical.

This film relates a true story

that rook place in Salem,
Massachusetts, in I692.

Give me the poppet.

It's the one Pupu brought me yesterday.

It's the Lord's Day, Fancy.

Grownups are forbid to work
and children to play.

God is watching.

Would you bring down His wrath?

And give me the wrap.

Fancy, what have you?

Fancy...

There my beauty, my little one.

My poppet, Pupu. My poppet.

Can't she have it
for u moment?

Look, here is what we do.

Mama will take out the poppet

and put it on the dresser.

You shall sit here

and say your prayers
until we go to Temple.

But you can look at it.

Sneak the odd look.

Out of the corner of your eye.

Sit up straight.

Mary!

' Mary!
' Aye?

The soup.

I think you're angry with me.

Fancy is afraid of you.

I don't like that.

Should I let her play on the Sabbath?

Do you know why she fears me?

Because you are always right.

You work on Sundays?

Be gone!

You're always seeking me,

and when you find me
you flee from me.

I seek you not.
Be gone!

Tell me that once more,

just once and I'll be gone.

- Witch.
- Not so loud,

or I'll be hanged.

It's what you deserve.

You are my temptress.

You know that's u lie,
Mister Proctor.

I'm 17 years old.

Your desire entered into me.

Your lust became my desire.

You desire me?

All the time.

Let me pass or I'll strike you.

Your hands were around my waist!

You want to crush me?

Don't be afraid.

Touching me will drain your will.

Don't you remember?

Saying you loved my caresses,

that you never knew the like before.

You shun't tempt me,
I won't be an adulterer!

You've lain with me twice,
in this place.

I hadn't touched u woman
for seven months.

The beast within me desired you, not I.

But I will purge my soul.

And if I be consumed with remorse,
will it make me u virgin again?

My God! Keep me from this evil.

Down on your knees!

God will never forgive you.

Proctor! John Proctor!

Did you cull my husband, Abigail?

Mister Proctor forgot his hat.

Then give it to me.

I will bring it to him.

Pardon, mu'um.

Go and get ready, Abigail.

It's u sin to arrive lute to worship.

John!

It's time for church!

John, are you mud?
Working on the Sabbath!

You must be daft!

It's the Lord's Day.

Work helps calm my anger.

If 'tis calm you want,
come pray in church.

Lust time, Purris ruttled on
about land and mortgages,

it was like an auction.

I have plowed on Sunday,

so I won't cast the first stone.

But you are our only representative
against the rich.

If they hear you worked
during the holy service

they will exclude you

and we shall be represented no more.

Am I worthy to speak for you?

We trust you.

In this savage land
no man trusts another.

Go pray without me.

- We'll pray for you.
- As you will. Good day.

Will you not come to service?

Are you so guilty that you fear
to enter the church?

Were I u criminal,
I should not fear to go before God,

for I tell you this,

He is surely more merciful than you.

Gilles!

I'm coming with you!

I will ioin you in Temple.

You're mud.
It's the pastor's house.

Beware the whip.

Who cast this stone?

Who?

What ails you?

I have torn up my sermon.

It was too gentle, by for.

They seek my ruin,

but fear not, I shall crush them.

Prepare yourself for service, Betty.

I don't want to go.
I'm in pain.

If you suffer, you are guilty.

- What have you done?
- Nothing, I swear it.

God sends us pain
to punish us for our sins.

You have sinned, Betty.

You are not sick.

Go prepare yourself!

Very well, Papa.

They'll see what I'm like.

I don't want to go to service.

I hate the service.

- What ails you?
- I want Mama.

- But your Mama be dead, durlin'.
- Then I want to die too.

Listen, honey.

If you swear you won't tell nobody,

I can maybe bring you back your Mama.

My Mama who's buried?

Aye.

- I can talk to her?
- Aye, if you like. Come.

Arrogant Salem,

Arrogant Salem,

twice in 20 years
you have so plagued your ministers

that they chose to leave.

And now you would begin again with me?

I will not leave you.

Without your minister
to pray for your souls,

what would you be
in the eyes of the Lord?

Mud and filth.

I will not leave you, brethren.

For human nature is depraved.

And man left to his own devices

turns always to evil.

Your uncle is in u bud humor.

If your souls were us visible
as your faces,

you would be horrified.

They are covered with scabs,
they stink.

Each sin opens a new wound

flowing with defiled black blood.

Have you never seen spiders
writhing in u flame?

They try to flee
but their legs buckle under.

They blucken and shrivel up,

then turn into u bull of fire.

That is what awaits you.

The human beast is ferocious.

Only fear can keep him down.

If you fear the Almighty,

whom your minister represents...

If your terror of Hell
overcomes your base appetites...

Enough!

Reverend Purris,
you fail in your duties.

We come here to find God,
you speak only of the Devil.

People of Salem,

hear this sucrilege.

John Proctor,

God will never forgive you
for defiling His house.

Hark what I say to you,

this community must chop off
its rotten limbs.

Only thus can we fight for our God,

our land and our country.

You can flee Him

hidden by fear and shame...

- If I find the occasion...
- Occasion?

To bring down God's wrath
upon these rebellious souls.

- I have your support?
- If the occasion is right.

It shall be.
I would that Salem

had one head,

so I might seize its throat
and bend it to my feet.

"Our Father who art in Heaven,

"hallowed be Thy name.

"Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done.

"Amen."

Good evening, Mistress Proctor.

Good evening, Abigail.

Good night, Mister Proctor.

Mary,

help Fancy to undress, please.

Yes, mu'um.

What ails you?

Stay a while longer.

I'm very tired, John.

Good night.

Singing is forbidden on the Sabbath!

Elisabeth, will you help me?

I'm your wife, John.

I'll help you with all my soul.

You're my companion,

my sister,
sometimes my mother,

but for 7 months now, never my wife.

I'm sick, John, you know it.

Are you really sick?

I never lie.

Do you love me?

I told you I'm your wife.

I'm asking if you love me.

You and Fancy are what
I hold dearest in the world.

But how can I help you?

You'd help me if I felt you loved me.

But I do love you, John.

If you loved me,

if I felt it occasionally...

A womcm can send u mun
to Hell in several ways.

By contaminating him with vice,

but also because
she is overfond of virtue.

Open the door, John.

Tomorrow morning Gilles Corey
will drive you to your Uncle Purris.

Do you want me to go away?

John!

Mistress Proctor!

You know he took my virginity?

He may be faithful to you
for 100 years,

he debauched me nevertheless.

Be gone.

Right away.

Since it's you who asks me.

A word of advice,

if you want to keep him,
learn to caress him.

- Like this.
- Out, whore!

You'll regret it, John.
I swear it!

I'll make you weep tears of blood.

I couldn't lie any longer.

I was waiting for this.
I feel relief.

Like on Judgment Day,

when the eyes of God
will penetrate my soul.

You see me as I really am, Elisabeth.

You know me now us well us God does.

Are you looking at me?

Do you forgive me u little?

It's not for me to forgive you.
God will iudge you.

Will He forgive me?

Never.

Unless you chase her from your heart,

us I drove her from my house.

I shall rip her out like u...

Be careful, John.

That woman wants me dead.

Tonight, I must ask you
not to sleep beside me.

Will he love me?

Aye. If you boil this,
and drink the broth.

And if he loves another?

If he does, I'll give you this poppet.

And you'll do away with your rival.

Like this.

What do you want, Sarah Good?

Send her away.

Be gone, your letter too.

Give it to me.

You've told no one?

Mary!

Tell my wile I'm going to Salem.

Good day, Mister Proctor.

I haven't seen you for 2 months.

How is Mistress Proctor?
Still sick in her belly?

Is it true what you wrote me?

You're pregnant?

Three months gone.

What are you going to do?

If the child is born,
don't count on me to drown it.

I'm not pregnant, John.

So why this lie?

You swore to rip me from your heart.

I wanted to see if you succeeded.

Abie,

forgive me us I forgive you,
but expect nothing.

Nothing?

I see desire in your eyes.

Desire, yes.

Because the body is u wild beast.

But I'll give into it no more.

All desire holds a promise.

Never fear, I won't try
to tempt you anymore.

You won't touch me
before I'm Mistress Proctor.

You'll never be Mistress Proctor.

YES,

you have to say that.

But don't worry,
I'll deal with it myself.

You'll keep your hands clean.

What will you do?

Let me pass, I must find Betty.

There's u full moon tonight, John.

- It's nothing. A nosebleed.
- Another one?

June!

Don't let your father see you.

June, what is it?

Nothing. They were playing.

Come inside.

Give me that handkerchief.

Do you hear me?

Agflin?

All children have nosebleeds.

Not four times a day.

Ann, I can see you.

You caught me!

I don't want her taken from me.

How did you anger God?

Thomas!

6 children dead in 8 years,
is it natural?

Well then?

Why should it be my fault?

You're a sinner too.

My father was the poorest,
I'm the richest mun in Salem.

God has blessed my work.

But He cursed your belly, woman.

My children were murdered.

You have enemies everywhere.
I'm sure I was bewitched.

Why did you send for that midwife?

I saw my babes perish in her hands.
I tell you...

I tell you not to accuse.

'Twas your sins that killed them.

Let me do your hair for you.

Will you stay for supper?

No. It's u full moon tonight.
I'm going to see Mama.

Your Mama is in Heaven.

Yes, but I'll see her.

But she's in Heaven. You cannot.

I already have.

Tituba showed her to me.

Abigail was there, and Mercy.

- Mercy, our servant?
- She was there.

Mama touched her ear and winked at me.

No?

A black butterfly!

Ann...

Would you like to see your brothers?

My little brothers who are dead?

You've seen her again?

Yes, I've seen her.

What did she want?

It was not true, of course.

You are a child.

Going out, Mary?

I'm off to see cousin June
at Muster Corey's.

At this hour of night?

The farm is close by.

And there's a full moon.

- Go then, child.
- Thank you, mu'um.

Will I never again share your bed?

I'll sleep on the floor,
at the foot of your bed.

You're not helping me.

I try to swim,

but you stand on my shoulders
plunging me into the mud.

What is she up to?

She be duncin' with impatience.

Go up. She'll give us away.

I fell.

It's what comes of dancing.

Show your hands.

Don't cry, my little one.
I be here.

- I don't want to.
- What don't you want?

I want my Mama.

- Put her to bed, Titubu.
- Aye, Master.

I wan! my Mama.

Where is Betty?

Titubu!

Abigail!

- Why did you bring her?
- Her mother sent her.

I come to see my brothers.

- You iubbered?
- No, Fwus Betty.

Little fool!

And who told you to come?

I want a love potion.

For who?

The son of Gilles Corey.

Then beware,

if you speak u word of what we do...

I'll say nothing. I swear it.

Eat!

If you want Peter's love.

You could eat that?

I um loved,
no need to eat boiled toad.

I'll drink this.

It's red.

I drink the blood.

I want someone dead.

I will it.

You be calm, my little ones.

First you must dance.

When Lou comes, you will all fly,

you can eat and drink.

Turn.

Turn.

Turn here.

Turn there.

The great Lou will come down.

Cull Baron Sumedi,
the Lou of the dead.

Turn, Betty. Turn.

Turn, dance.

I can't.

Be gone!

Betty!

- Your Mama, Betty!
- Where?

There!

I don't believe your nonsense,

but if my wife suffers, you'll pay.

Betty! What ails you?

- Is she sick?
- Why is she out at this hour?

Is she sick?

What is she doing outside?

Lifi her to her bed.

Doctor!

Nathan, saddle your horse.

Ride to Berkley.

Find Reverend Hale and beg him
to come. 'Tis urgent.

Reverend Hale?

A most weighty expert in demonic arts.

- What is this?
- What does it signify?

Dark angels are afoot in Salem.

See, their first
and most innocent victim.

For many months now,

a dark power has turned her from me.

There are witches here,
people of Salem,

and my child is in their power.

Are you mud to speak of witchcraft?

God bade me speak.

God? More like the Devil.

So be it, the Devil.
We'll play him a trick.

'Tis the occasion
to distinguish fair from foul.

My daughter was in the forest
and yours too.

We are in this up to our necks.

Us? Who will strike us?

We are the inquisitors of God,
not the accused.

Are you afraid?

Come see.

Never have they so loved me.

Witches walk in their midst.
They know it.

The good shall denounce the evil.

Under our guiding hands,
the village will cleanse itself.

Salem will be purified.

- Mistress Putnam, you've heard?
- In an hour, everyone will know.

Reverend Hale, what is your verdict?

I don't know.

What troubles me is that
this child displays no signs...

The eyes should be white.

No! I will see no one.

It's you.
Excuse me, Mistress.

But I told you...

What did you tell me?

Repeat it before Reverend Hale.

This is my wife.

I lost 6 children in 8 years.

Six children?

Six. All alive and healthy
when I gave birth to them.

People wanted to blame me, Reverend.

They said it was God's punishment
for my sins.

They tried to disgust me with myself.

But all is clear now.
My dark night is over.

My daughter is bewitched,
as were my other 6 children.

If you fail in your duty,
she'll be killed too.

I cannot conclude so fast.

Hurry. The mothers of Salem demand it.

The Devil is here,
many children will die.

You want the witch's name?

I forbid you to name anyone.

No accusations without proof.

- It's Mistress...
- Be quiet.

Your children died of sickness.

The Putnums are never sick.

No, Reverend, never!

Patience.
It is all in the books.

If Satan is amongst us,
I'll crush him.

You all think too much of the Devil.

You'll end up forgetting God.

There, my sweet. Gently.

- Gently.
- Mama...

What did you do to her?

Rebeccu, I don't want anyone
to hurt me.

Don't be afraid.

This child is in the Devil's power?

If 'twus so, how could I calm her?

Am I u witch?

I was 11 times u mother,
26 times a grandmother.

- I can recognize G sick child.
- Sick?

Sickness when a child wants to fly?

She wants to fly?

I restrained her 20 times.

The proof of witchcraft!

No, Mistress.

I must warn you
that I will do nothing

unless you admit
that I may not find a truce of Hell.

We admit it, sir.
We recognize our incompetence,

we are in your hands.

The Deputy Governor.
Coming here!

I had him informed, as is the custom.

I never thought he'd come.

It is so serious?

We have no time to lose.

- Your conclusions, Hole?
- Your Honor, I have no...

Conclude now and convoke the iudges.

Sir, in all honesty,
I um not sure...

In all honesty,
I tell you this girl is bewitched.

You know our country is in grave danger?

The enemy is within, sir,
in our own homes.

The woe that befulls you
is part of a vast conspiracy,

stretching to Boston.

Witches...

Witches.

Men with no morals, basely born,

not fearing u pact with the Devil
in order to seize power.

This is our chance to unmask them.

I do my duty, Hale.

Massachusetts will not fall
into their foul hands.

Now do your duty.

Interrogate the child.

- Your Honor...
- Do it now, in front of me.

Excuse me, sir,

I'm too old to watch this.

She is Rebeccu Nurse,
a farmer's wife.

Betty...

Betty!

Hus someone harmed you?

Betty, come now.

Who is tormenting you?

Titubu!

Abigail wanted...
Abigail drank...

Tell them what you drunk!

I'm here, Betty.

Did Titubu harm you?

- Who is Titubu?
- My black slave.

Bring her here.

I want to fly away to Mama!

Let me fly.

Lay your hands on her.
Quick!

Betty, 'tis Titubu.

Lay your hands on her.

Betty! Betty, my durlin'.

It's me, Titubu.

Gently now. Gently.

There.

See the power of that woman.

Negress, why do you torment her?

She must be hanged, now!

Give me my children buck, witch!

Abigail,
tell them I never hurt Betty.

- I did no wrong...
- She led us into the forest.

She made me drink...

You begged me to evoke the spirits.

You begged me to make potions to...

No, I don't want to, Titubu!
I won't go any more!

No, Titubu!

Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!

She is possessed.

- Like Jefferson's wife.
- Possessed by the Devil.

It is appalling.

- Appalling.
- 'Tis the Devil.

Lay your hands on her.

Satan is amongst us.

Why did you bewitch these children?

I never bewitched anyone, sir.

- Titubu, you saw the Devil.
- Me? The Devil?

Yes. Will you speak, darkie?

Yes, sir. The Devil!

He come at me and I try to run,

to run away but he catch me.

Was the Devil alone?

- Was he alone?
- Who was with him?

- Who was with him?
- Remember.

Remember, Titubu.

Did she tell you?

She spoke of...

the women of Salem.

- Oh, Abigail.
- Which women?

Mister Reverend, it was dark.

If you suw Satan,
you saw witches.

They run so fast...

Titubu, you have sinned.

But you will be pardoned
if you help us drive out Satan.

Look at God, Titubu,
and answer us.

Did you see witches?

Answer!

Aye!

How many?

How many of them?

Four.

- Four of them.
- Their names?

I saw...

- Sarah Good.
- Sarah Good?

- And Mistress...
- Mistress Simpson, the midwife.

Mistress Simpson.

I knew it.

The others, Titubu.
Who are the others?

I can't, Mister Reverend.

I can't see no more.

Tituba, you have confessed.

May God forgive you

us He forgives them
who repent and believe.

There's no doubt now.

Satan is in Salem
with u coven of witches.

Go for Judge Huthorne.

Be blessed, Your Honor.
'Tis o miracle.

A miracle, in truth.

I heard that your faithful
are stubborn.

Never fear,

I shall not leave Salem
before I have tamed them.

Is Satan really amongst us?

Your sins opened the doors
of Salem to him.

Men of little faith, repent!

God expects each one of you
to point out the tainted at once.

God of Vengeance,

we swear to relinquish pity and rest

until we have exterminuted them.

"Our Father Who art in Heaven.

"Hallowed be Thy name.

"Thy will be done

"On earth us it is in Heaven.

"Amen."

Papa! Pflpq!

Mama, stop! It's Papa.

You'll full out.

I'm going to buy you a poppet.

You're buying me a poppet?

Why not?

The biggest one.

The one on display in Field's store.
Giddyup!

It's like Sunday.

But it's Thursday.
Don't talk nonsense.

Don't try to hide, Field.
I can see you.

It is Sunday. No poppet.

You shall have one,
if it's all I can buy.

- My customers are at the trial.
- Go ioin them.

I'd rather stay here and pray.

Field, we have nothing
to reproach ourselves for.

If we bow our heads,
it will never end.

The rich have nothing
to reproach themselves for.

There are no witches among the rich.

But you and I...

What do you want?

A poppet for Fancy.

A Poppet?

That one, the big one...

All the poppets were sequestered.

You know witches use them
for casting their spells.

They came to confiscate it?

God bless you, Field.

- I won't have my poppet?
- You will not.

- What's that?
- Children playing.

- In church?
- Yes.

Wait for me in the wagon.

Go on!

Hung her!
She's u witch!

She smokes u pipe.

She curses.

All the vugubonds have been her lovers.

Hung her!

No need to try her.
We'll hung her.

During the smallpox epidemic,
she spread evil.

She muttered when I refused her alms.

One of my cows died 3 days later.

What did you mutter?

- The Ten Commandments.
- You know them? Recite them.

- "Thou shult not kill".
- After that?

- You lied, Sarah Good!
- I'm not a witch.

We'll see about that.
Approach the children.

The yellow bird!

It's perched on her shoulder!

It's flown away!

No, it's there,
in that dark nook!

Have pity!

Have pity!

Damned bird, if it's here
it will feel my stick.

Go closer to the children,
Sarah Good.

Touch each one with your hand.

Sarah Good, you are u witch!

- Hulleluiuh!
- Death to the witch!

Corey, have you no shame?

You don't believe in witches?

I don't believe children's twaddle.

If you confess,
the court can spare you.

- Confess.
- No. I'm not u witch.

Then you'll be hanged.

I am not u witch.

You lie, Sarah!
You wake me up at night.

You made my belly ache lust week.

You swore to boil me
in your cauldron.

Mary!

Who dares interrupt the hearing?

Take the accused back to her cell.

Here's the document.

"We confirm
that Martha Simpson is virtuous..."

Is she in prison?

Ann Putnam accuses her
of murdering her brothers.

- You all signed it?
- All of us.

- What for?
- To open the iudges' eyes.

And if they keep them shut?

The iudges are honest, John.

Honest!

Would honest iudges
believe children's antics?

Admit it's all a plot.

To reinforce the Church's
waning power by terror.

All the more reason to protest.

Sign it.

You've changed, John.

You ulwuys used to be the first
to fight injustice.

True, I have changed.

I used to think I was good.

You won't have u poppet
for u long while.

Just when I wanted to buy you one.

I have no luck.

Were you afraid?

You drove very fast.

You must love me, Fancy.

Your whole life long.

Even if u stranger moves in
and takes my place.

Even if she's younger
and prettier than me.

Swear you'll never cull her "Mama".

Yes, Mama.

- You'll always love me?
- Yes, Mama.

- Swear it.
- Yes, Mama.

My sweet child.

What is it?

You scared me.

Go and play, Fancy.

You're us pale us death, Elisabeth.

I saw Abigail earlier.

And I saw in her eyes...

She'll have me hanged.

Why not tell the judges
she drank blood on the Sabbath?

They wouldn't believe me.

People think she's u saint.
They kiss her hand in the street.

Why should they believe me?

You know you're a murderer?

- Are you mud?
- Abigail wants to take my place.

If you haven't dishonored your bed,
let her do it.

Deceive the iudges,
let them hung Sarah Good.

Let them hung your wife,
marry your whore

and live with her.

You'll pay for it all.
You'll go to Hell.

You know me truly,
I speak to you like to God.

You're not God,
you have no right to damn me.

Forgive me, John.

I only want your salvation.

Mary!

Why do you go to Salem
when I forbade it?

Are you mocking me?

I'll whip you if you go out again!

I've brought Fancy u present,
Mistress Proctor.

I sewed it during the hearing.

Take care, Mary.

God will punish you.

What have I done?

She accused Sarah Good
before the iudges.

Do not deny it.

I would never deny it.
'Twas my best act today.

Really?

Do you realize
Sarah Good will die?

But she won't die.

They'll let her live if she confesses.

I'll pray for her every night.

Pray for yourself, Mary.

I only defended myself.
She tried to kill me many a time.

If it were true
you'd have said so.

When she entered the courtroom,

a hand seized me by the throat
cmd I understood.

You shan't go there anymore.

- You'll lose your soul.
- I must go every day.

The Devil is in Salem,
Mistress Proctor.

I can't bear to be whipped.

I'll chase the Devil out of you.

I've just saved her life!

I am accused?

I declared that I live in your house

and I have never seen
the slightest trace of evil.

And then?

The iudges said no more.

Who accused her?

I'm forbidden by law to say.

Go to bed.

I'm not u child!

Then don't go to bed.

- I wont to go to bed.
- So good night.

Good night.

We must all love each other,
Mistress Proctor.

This is a hard time for everyone.

Very hard.

I'm going to die, John.

You think I'll let them do it?

Salem has u public opinion.

Yes, it does.

I've just seen it.

I'll be hanged by the neck,

and I'll die in shame.

I'll have had nothing in this life.

Not even a smile from my child.

You will remarry.

Not right away.

But you are young.

You're strong.

You have desires.

When I surprised you in her room,

the look in your eyes
will haunt me to the gallows.

Look at me.

Look at me with those eyes.

So I'll have that once in my life.

"Praise be to 60d in the highest

"before He sends down the darkness.

"You will await the light

"and He will change it
into the shadow of death."

Betty, sit up and don't put
your elbows on the table.

You give me orders?

I am your father.

The father of u saint.
Mister Danforth said so.

And you are very fortunate.

Saints don't put their elbows
on the table.

Saints do what God tells them.

Yet another seizure.

Titubu, see what ails her

and ask who torments her.

- Where is it?
- Here.

Gently.

Who did this?

You ask me?

Uncle, send for Mister Danforth.

Open up, John.

Open up.
'Tis God's punishment.

- Can you hide my wife?
- What does this mean?

They'll arrest me.

You, Martha? Why?

That fool's golden wedding gift.

He boasted that he has
an educated wife who reads books.

But reading books is no crime.

It is u crime in Salem.

Every day he went to court

and came home gleefully, saying;

"Today we unmasked two witches."

So reioice now, Gilles Corey,

thanks to you,
one more has been unmasked.

Stay here us long as you please.

As long as you are able to.

Didn't you know?

I too um u witch.

There's only one thing to do.

Come with us.

We'll cross the forest
and reach New York in 3 weeks.

They will confiscate our land.

Our children will be left penniless.

But in New York...

Too lute.

- 'Evening, John.
- 'Evening, Cheever.

'Evening all.

What do you want?

- We've a warrant for Martha's arrest.
- Take aim!

'Tis enough.

- Woman!
- Hold your tongue.

Arrest me.

And if God gave you u brain,

think up u way
to get me out of this.

Be off, Cheever.

Not yet.

Give me your wife's poppets.

My wife has no poppet, fool.

Satisfied?

Field said Elisabeth
wanted to buy u poppet from him.

What's this?

'Tis Mary's.

Why didn't you mention it?

I pricked myself.

What of it? 'Tis u needle.

This evening,
we found in the belly of...

of...

of u person, I mean...
a needle.

That person swore that your wife...

Mary!

- What's this?
- A poppet I made for Fancy.

- When?
- During the trial.

Abigail was next to me.

- Who stuck this needle in?
- I did.

Why?

To get rid of it, sir.

See! ls your mind at ease now?

- Get out of my house.
- Nobody move.

John Proctor,
I believe your wife is innocent.

But I am charged to apply the law.

I beg you, let me do my duty.

Tomorrow I will testify
to what I sow and heard here.

Come, Elisabeth.

Goodbye, John.

In God's name, don't shackle her!

Gilles! Don't move or I'll shoot.

Till tomorrow, John.

Till tomorrow.

Pflpu!

Did you see, Papa?

I thought they'd take you away too.

Will we live together
just the two of us?

Go to bed, my sweet.

Come here!

Tomorrow you'll talk
before the iudges, Mary.

Abigail...

Abigail?

She'll kill me if I talk.

And I'll kill you if you don't talk.

You'll talk! You'll talk!

Is the story of this poppet true?

You sewed it yourself?

Yes, sir.

She signed u statement, Your Honor.

He came to overthrow the court.

- He ploughs on Sunday.
- Leave this to me.

Sit down, Mister...

John Proctor, Your Honor.

Sit down, Mary.

The court allows it.

So you never saw spirits?

No, sir.

You lied to the court.

Unless you are lying now.

Either way you go to prison.

God is with me, sir.

You are lying today, Mary.

'Tis but u brief crisis
of your conscience.

The court will ignore it
and God will pardon you.

But the charges you made yesterday,

tremble now if they be lies.

On your evidence,

the court tried Sarah Good
and condemned her to death.

You will be thrown into u cell
where you'll die.

God will turn from you in disgust.

Parris!

Be silent and sit down.

And the others...

Did the others lie too?

Yes, sir.

Fetch the children.

Children,

Mary Warren has declared under oath

that you never saw spirits.

Mary, you know you're lying!

You maintain what you said?

I do, sir.

Silence!

May I ask her u question, Your Honor?

Mary...

when you saw Sarah Good here yesterday,

you fainted, did you not?

I pretended to.

I helped you up three times.

Your hands were icy,
your heart didn't beat.

I was pretending, sir.

And the others were too.

So it would seem
you can faint at will.

Then do it.

Do it now.

Did you hear, Mary?

- I can't.
- But you just said...

Not like this, not now.

Mary...

Try again.

Go on!

I can't.

Yesterday you could, here.

- Yes.
- Doesn't that prove there were spirits

and you obeyed them?
- I believed I saw spirits.

You believed without seeing them?

I don't know.
Everyone else seemed to.

I believed I saw them.
But I swear, Mister Danforth,

I didn't really see them.

Silence!

Silence!

Abigail...

God sees us.

He will send us to Hell
if we have condemned an innocent.

Search your heart,

and on this Bible,

answer truthfully.

Could those evil spirits

be simply an illusion?

Do you live through my nights?

They even torment me in my bed.

Old hugs pull my hair,

they scratch me and slap me.

A cripple hits me with his crutch

on my left urm,
always the same spot. Here!

My blood is spilt

because I purified this town
by denouncing Satan.

Haven't I suffered enough?

Must I be insulted in court,

and suspected by the judges?

But I do not suspect you.

Must I cry out all over town;

"You loved me and kissed my hands,

"Governor Dunforth
says I'm u liar, u criminal!"

Abigail, I beg you.

I believe you.

Shackle Mary Warren!

Wait. I'll explain.

- Explain?
- Your Honor, Abigail is u whore.

What are you saying?

A whore who wanted to kill my wife.

You accuse this child?

I know what she is.

I have lain with her.

You are a lecher.

Yes.

John!

It's the truth, Francis.

My wife surprised us
and turned her out.

You wanted revenge, did you not?

You wanted to dunce
on Elisabeth's grave.

There, I've said it all.

Is it true?

- I won't answer. I wish to leave.
- I order you to stay.

Willard, fetch Mistress Proctor.

Don't speak of this,
and knock before bringing her in.

You claim your wife is honest.
Stand up.

Your wife has never lied to you?

Never, sir.

When she turned Abigail out,

did she know the reason for it?

Yes, sir.

Very well.

Abigail,

if Mistress Proctor confirms
your conduct was indecent,

God have mercy on you.

Wait!
Turn your buck.

You too, Abigail.

Stand at u distance.

And do not turn round,
whatever happens.

Is that clear?

No one in this courtroom
is to utter u word,

or make u gesture.

Come in.

Sit down.

Look at me, not your husband.

Yes, sir.

Why did you dismiss Abigail Williams?

I wasn't satisfied with her work.

Look at me.

Was she slovenly?

Lazy?

Was she lacking in...

decency in her behavior?

Your Honor, I...

I was sick at the time and...

- That girl...
- Look at me.

Yes, sir.

Abigail Williams had...

Abigail Williums...?

I imagined my husband fancied her
and I dismissed her.

He turned away from you?

My husband is a good husband.

So he did not reiect you?

- But while I was sick, l...
- Look at me!

As for as you know,

did John Proctor commit
the crime of lechery?

I repeat my question.

Is your husband u lecher?

No, sir.

I confessed it all!

She has spoken.

Parris, take her out!

- She tried to save my honor.
- Indeed?

And sacrifice Sarah Good,
Mistress Simpson and herself?

When a mun sullies his name publicly,
you must believe him.

Mary, tell the judge
Abigail danced in the moonlight.

No, Mary! No!

Don't claw me!

Betty!

Mary! She shows her claws!

Don't hurt me!

No, Mary!

Betty!

I'm not hurting them.
They see nothing.

Mary Warren, exorcise these children!

But Mister Danforth!

"But Mister Danforth!"

- Did you sign u pact with the Devil?
- No, Mister Danforth!

"No, Mister Danforth!"

- Why do they repeat your words?
- Give me u whip.

They're pretending!

"They're pretending!"

Stop it, Abie! Stop!

"Stop it, Abie! Stop!"

I said stop it!

"I said stop it!"

Over there!

Silence! My God!
You have all gone mud!

Judge Adam, clear the court.

Say what they do in the moonlight.

Don't touch me.

He's the Devil's agent.

I love Jesus!
I don't want to be hanged!

Did Proctor make you do
the Devil's work?

Night and day he comes
to force me to sign it.

- Sign what?
- The Devil's book?

He comes with a black book?

He says; "I'll kill you
if my wife hangs."

"We must overthrow the court",

he says that too.

He wakes me at midnight,
his eyes like burning coals,

I sign, I sign!

I love God!
I love God, Abie!

I'll never harm you again.

God be praised.

God be praised.

Praise I0 Our Lord

John Proctor, you mode o pact
with the Devil.

Confess to it!

The charges are daunting,

your confession will save your life.

And save your consciences.

What do you say?

- I suy God is dead.
- Blasphemy!

Herrick, Willard, arrest him.

Defend yourself, John.
They want to murder you.

They want to murder you, John!

I declare the hearing over.

Four months have passed.

The number of accused rises daily.

No one, no! even the pastors,
is safe from denunciation.

The poor complain,
the rich are fearful.

"By virtue of the decree
of the Special Court

"promulgated September 6th, 1692,

"Martha and Gilles Corey,

"Rebeccu Nurse and John Proctor

"will be hanged tomorrow,

"Tuesday October 18th

"at 5 o'clock in the morning.

"In front of Salem Prison,

"until death.

"Unless they confess their crimes.

"On this condition only,

"their lives will be spared."

Those little bitches spare no one.

Shopkeepers, lawyers,
even pastors are charged.

People don't dare leave their homes.

And business is at u standstill.

Stock is rotting in the warehouses.

Are you listening?

This has to end. Do you hear?

We're ruining ourselves.

What do you want me to do?

Join forces with us.

- Who are you?
- Sensible citizens.

And you need me?

You're the wealthiest mun here.

We'll gain nothing
without the wealthy on our side.

- Others are wealthy.
- They'll come if you do.

My house at 5 p.m.
I'll expect you.

I will not come, James.

God sent us this scourge
to punish our sins.

It's useless, Thomas.

We all know your daughter
set this off. Watch out.

Watch out, yourself.

Compromise me, and my daughter
will tell the court...

Hark me, Thomas.

If she says my name before the iudges,

I'll find you wherever you are,

and put two bullets in your belly.

There you are, pests!

What foulness are you up to?

The black dog!

Will you calm down, toad!

Have you done?

That's the way to treat them.

Mister Putnam, isn't he your brother?

We've had no contact for years.

I don't know why he came.

We've come to take Ann to the prison.

I don't want to!

I don't want to.

Ann is tired, girls.
Go without her.

Papa, don't make me go.

I don't want to see them hurt him.

What is this?

They're going to torture old Corey.

One last attempt to make him talk.

It's our duty to be present
and help iustice.

You ore o good citizen, Mister Putnam.

What would the court think
if you turn your child from her duty?

- Papa...
- Do as you're told.

- Thomas!
- That's an order.

Do come.

This time,
I'm sure they'll make him die.

- Suspend the executions, sir.
- Why?

I was almost murdered.

It's sharp.

They see Rebeccu Nurse as a saint,

John Proctor us u good citizen.

If you hung them, I fear u riot.

There are people who meet at night,

and talk among themselves.

The earth is quaking.

More reason to be done with it fast.

Give me more time, they may confess.

They had four months to confess,
Reverend Purris.

Are they guilty or not?

They are.

Then they must be hanged.

You think I enjoy shedding blood?

I haven't slept for six months.

But God chose us.

We are His instruments.

And we will fulfill our mandate.

Are you afraid?

I am afraid, at times.

I know we're hated, what can I do?

If not strike harder?

Woe to he who God has chosen
to spread terror.

But woe to he who ceases
before the allotted time.

I'm going to question old Corey.
Will you come?

”By virtue of the decree
of the Special Court,

"Martha and Gilles Corey,

"Rebeccu Nurse and John Proctor

"will be hanged tomorrow,
18th of October,

"at 5 o'clock in the morning,

"until death."

- You heard what he said?
- Who?

- The town crier.
- Yes.

He said nothing of Elisabeth Proctor.

Haven't you heard?
She won't be hanged.

- Why not?
- She is four months pregnant.

She's granted one more year.

A year's not long, you know.

Poor Abigail.

You would marry the mun
and hung the wife,

but the wife is saved,
the husband will hang.

It stinks here!

What is that?

The Proctors' cow.

It must have died of neglect.

Wait for me.
I must shut the door.

Why should you core?
It's no one's house now.

Rebeccu,

my wife condemned me.

Strange dream.

I'm writing my will, Martha.

You have two dozen shirts?

Shut up, you fool.

We'll be hanged
and our goods dispersed.

My shirts will be worn
by Putnam's wife.

I won't be hanged, Martha.

I know the law.

I never said yes to the iudges,

and I never said no.

In that case, one is neither
iudged nor condemned.

It's the law, John.

Why didn't you say so?

We'd have saved our skins.

What does it mean, Gilles?

It means...

It means I pay my debts.

I will pay, Martha.

Yes, indeed.

My silence will pay
for my foolish chatter.

Gilles Corey?

Here I um.

I will say nothing.

My testament.

Give it to my sons,

and tell them I died
without being iudged,

consequently the farm is theirs

with everything above
and everything beneath.

Gilles!

I'm sure they will smother him
with stones.

Aye. With stones.

In any case, something heavy.

He's an honest man, is he not?

The best of men.

And our sons will have the farm?

I am glad of it.

I believe...

I believe he is dying.

Will you speak, Gilles Corey?

What did you say? Repeat it.

Once more.

For the lust time, Corey!

It's useless, sir.
It's over.

The dog! May he burn in Hell.

He did nothing!

- Ann Putnam!
- I see him.

There!

There! He says he did nothing.

You can't see the dead.

I see him.
He says God dumns us.

Willard, she's delirious.
Shut her up and take her home.

- When is this sole?
- Doy otter tomorrow, I think.

- When is this sole?
- Doy otter tomorrow, I think.

As we hang them tomorrow.

You...

Will you buy it?

- Buy what?
- The Proctor farm.

I don't deal in goods of the dead.

You bought Mistress Simpson's farm.

Precisely.

- You will buy the farm.
- I?

I will lend you the money.

You'll owe me
two-thirds of the harvest...

Don't let her be seen.
Governor's order.

She is mud.

You hove blood on your right hand.

The child had u nosebleed.

You made her nose bleed.

Be gone! Before I break your neck.

Ann...

Witch! Witch!

You are the witch.

Let us go, Mama!

You're the witch!

- Put her to bed.
- Don't touch her.

I told you not to touch her.

- I'll fetch the doctor.
- No need. She'll die.

- Are you mud?
- She will die,

like the other six. You know that.

Because it's you who killed them.

I asked God's pardon
for not loving you.

It's unnatural to feel repulsed
by your husband.

Now, I know. I know.

The child has spoken.

When she's dead,
I'll have you hanged.

The other day, we decided

to send o delegation to the Governor

to beg him to dissolve the Special Court

and try the presumed witches
in an ordinary court.

When do you leave?

We asked you to contact your brother.

Does he agree?

Do we need him?

Without him, all is lost.

So what will we do?

We will wait.

For what? To be hanged?

Have no fear, friend,
they won't hung us.

You'll be hanged, Corbett...

by the neck, until death.

Like everyone.

Evil goes in circles.

It devoured the poor,
it will devour the rich.

And the forest will reclaim it all.

- What is it, Thomas?
- Can't you see?

I'm u witch.

You know my daughter loves you not.

- I want to live.
- So do we.

Very well...

I accept
to preside over your delegation.

Sirs, if you would be so kind
as to go tonight,

you'd reach Boston by 10 o'clock.

Lord Philips could dispatch a messenger

to halt the executions.

It's my wife that's to be hanged.

I sympathize with you, Francis.

Suppose we convince the Governor

that your wife, Martha Corey
and Proctor are innocent.

Yet one of them may be writing
o confession in their cell now.

They have resisted torture for 4 months
without breaking.

They resisted torture.

Can they resist the fear of death?

The other two confessed on the gallows.

If they die without u word,

where do we stand?

Your wife is u saint, Francis.

She'd sacrifice herself
to save the town.

Try to be worthy of her.

I did warn you. Now keep quiet.

The session is over.

We'll meet at sun up.
Come mounted, we'll leave at once.

On our return,
you'll hear how we did.

- The dogs!
- Enough.

Now hear me.

You have understood?

We must COUNT on 0Ul'S6lV8S.

Go home, loud your guns,
we meet by the gallows at dawn.

There's more?

Peter Corey and his friends
will come armed to stop us.

Arrest them at once!

You give me orders, Mister?

Go get your pay from Charlie.

Arrest them and stir up the village?

Reverend Purris,
you're a brainless man.

We'll muss our troops around the gibbet.

Huthorne, I have 37 soldiers, no more.

I don't even know if they are sure.

The gibbet is outside the prison?

Is there not u gibbet
in the prison yard?

No. But it can be arranged.

Good. Arrange it.

We'll let the rebels wait
at the foot of the gibbet

while we hung the criminals
inside the prison.

Go.

We'll never see this face again.

Tomorrow,
we will be young and beautiful.

It's nothing.

I'm afraid, that's all.

It hurts, you know.

What?

The noose.

The noose.

I was brave
when I had my self-respect.

But now...

they may have to tie me up.

John.

Die well, die badly...

Are you never tempted
to say you're u witch?

To say you rode on a broomstick?

It is so stupid
that it wouldn't even be a lie.

And if I confess I'm a witch?

What would you say?

You despise me too much to answer.

I don't despise you.

You don't despise anyone.
It comes to the some.

But others would despise me,
rest assured.

Francis, your husband.

And young Corey whose father died
because of me.

They'll come to see me hanged.

You'll all be hanged because of me.

God will not forgive me,
you can be sure.

Nor will Elisabeth.

You know why I don't want to die?

Because I'm u vile wretch.

I have nothing left now.

A few more years if I confess.

In New York nobody knows me.

I'm withering uwuy
through lack of work!

I thank You, 0 Lord.

You have given me courage.

Only yesterday
the sinners were naked and helpless.

And my absolute power appalled me.

But us the whole town
stands with them,

I know
I am on the path of righteousness.

I will take their lives
with no remorse,

just us they are ready to take mine.

Being u iudge frightens me no more

us You let me hope
I shall be a martyr.

What do you want, my child?

I have seen the angels.

Let me talk alone with Proctor,

you'll have his confession in an hour.

I swore I'd kill you.

It was I who made you evil.

I'm more to blame than you are.

Why is this body so pure?

Where is the evil?

Where is the evil?

What do you want?

To see you.

You'll stay until the end?

Then you'll watch me hang?

Why not?

What do they all say about me?

What does Nurse say?

You know very well what he says.

And the Corey boys...

they hate me, do they not?

They do not like you.

Is there anyone who defends me?

Elisabeth begged God's pardon
publicly, for marrying you.

She was right.

You'll be damned, John.

You too.

Of course.

Soon they'll hang you,

and then one day they'll chase me out.

So I'll go to Boston,

and sell myself to survive.

What is it?

No one must touch you after I die!

Then you mustn't die.

If you live,

you can do what you like with me.

Live?

WiTh you?

They all despise you now,

but in my soul you're saved.

I um the only one
who doesn't despise you.

You're safe, John.

Safe in my heart.

We'll go to New York,
and start again.

We'll be alone,

forgotten and happy.

Pray to God
we'll pity each other.

Pity? Never!
We'll burn!

I'm u coward.

And if you are?
Your cowardice is mine.

Evil is drawn to evil,
like water to the river.

I'll confess whatever they want.

Take me to Judge Dunforth.
Hurry!

Sit down.

If you want to start right away...

Here.

What do I confess?

Whatever you like.
You have u wide choice.

I asked, when will he be released?

What is that to you, Abigail?

It is beyond my jurisdiction.

I order the execution
to be postponed, that is all.

As to releasing him...

- Are you sure he's guilty?
- He's confessed.

If I were you,

I would be sure of nothing,
Mister Dunforth.

I'll see what I can do for him.

- Good.
- Where are you going?

I'm going to see John.

- John?
- John Proctor.

If he changes his mind...

It's useless. I'll go myself.

I'll come with you.

Watch the other two executions.
It's your duty.

- Go down into the yard.
- The yard?

Yes. There's u mob outside.

It will take place in the yard.

Fix it like that.
John is taller than me.

You can't hung Proctor.
He has confessed.

Proctor? That's hard to believe!

I say he has.

All the better for you.

One less death on your conscience.

There.

Come.

I'll leave you.

You wanted to see me before you die?

I'm not going to die, John.

I'm pregnant.

Pregnant? Yes, you'll live.

And asking me to die
doesn't bother you?

Isn't that what you came for?

I came to beg you to live.

I'll live if I confess.

Look!

Add that you caused the death
of Putnam's cows, and sign.

I'm your wife,
I don't want you to die.

You are the best of men, John.

That is why you must live.

The best?

Then all mankind
will be roast on u spit.

The best of men is damned.

If God condemns you to Hell,
I refuse my share of Heaven.

It's all my fault.

My shame for my body
made you ashamed to desire me.

I was ice and fire.

I longed for your caresses,
I hated my turmoil.

My tongue was tied,

my heart sealed,
my body paralyzed.

You saw me as your iudge,
I was your executioner.

Four months ago my eyes were opened.

No one else would have done
what you did for me.

You confessed before ull
and condemned yourself to save me.

I love you.

Did you beg God's forgiveness
for marrying me?

Me?

The only pride I have left
is in being your wife.

Look at me.

Have you ever lied to me?

Never.

Except once, before the court,

when they asked me
if you were an adulterer.

Repeat what you just said to me.

You are u good mun, John,

you are courageous,

you are pure,

and you don't even know it.

But the whole village knows it for you.

Aye!

They told me you will confess.

I admit I wanted to lie
to save my life.

I lost faith in God
as you made me lose faith in myself.

Enough!

Are you u witch? Aye or nay?

Nay, sir.

The only witches that exist
are in your mind.

Let me hold my head high.

I've bowed it in shame for so long.

She has restored my pride.

I did it so you would live.

Of course.

You couldn't know
it would erase my fear of death.

Do you believe that, sir?

I fought to live
because I was ashamed of my life.

That's over.

A new-born pride is demanding.

Tell me I'm right.

Do your duty as his wife, Elisabeth.

Tell him he sins through pride.

Who will protect your family
if you die?

Your duty is to live.

Even at the price of a lie?

Who is talking about a lie?

We ask you for your signature.

If you refuse it,
you're killing yourself.

Do you not know
that God forbids suicide?

For the lust time in this life,
be my iudge.

I'm right, am I not?

I can no longer tell good from evil.

This ioy you restored to me...

is it possible that it be pride?

Yes. Pride, criminal pride.

God will blame you
for the blood that's shed.

Parris!

Blood will be shed?

- What blood?
- He means your own.

A hanged mun does not bleed.

Look at him.

You con see he speaks of his own blood.

All my friends are here.

All my friends, with arms.

They were true friends.

Expect nothing.
We'll hung you in the prison.

Do you still say I die for nothing?

If I agree to lie,

they'll slink off in shame,
believing you are right.

But when I feel the noose,
their rage will strike Salem

and sweep you away.

My children will live in freedom.

Tell me I am right.

You are right.

Pardon them, sir.
They are innocent.

Reverend Parris,

nowhere is it written
that iudges are infallible.

But the Iuw states thut
their sentences must be curried out.

If you are innocent, forgive me.

Take them away!

- If you deceived me, beware!
- Abigail!

You can't, he confessed!

He confessed nothing.
Take her away!

I lied! I swear I lied!

I lied! I swear he's innocent!

No, Parris.

I won't kiss u cross
that you touched.

Rebeccu Nurse,
when you're in Heaven, pray for me.

God as my witness, I hate what I do.

I will pray for you.

Help!

Help!

Seize her! Quick!

John!

- It's over.
- For all three?

For all three.

Kill me, cowards!

Other judges will come,
and they will be without pity.

Do I frighten you?

Murderer.

What do you want, vulture?

Isn't killing them enough?

She must be hanged!

Hung her!

Hung her!

More iudges?

She killed Proctor!

I killed him too.

So did you.

And you.

Let her be.

She loved him.

The Lord

walks with us

The Lord

walks with us

Subtitles: Lenny Borger
and Charlotte Trench - u.s.i.f.

A 4K digitization and 2K restoration
by Ulmmagine Rifrovaia - Bologna