Original subtitles

Emily: Everybody was busy doing their ordinary things.

Nobody was expecting trouble,

much less a visit from the prince of darkness.

Girls: (Reciting Blake's "the tyger") In what distant deeps

or skies...

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?

Emily: It would have been plain and simple

if the devil really was red with horns and a tail.

There was no easy way to describe

whatever it was that arrived in Blair water on that day.

(Panting)

Girls: Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?

(Menacing growl)

(Screaming)

Man: Come to me!

There's no need to be afraid.

Ilse: We're not afraid of anything.

Don't dance here.

Who was he?

He must be from away.

Ilse: And an outsider's gonna tell me what to do?

Not in my life.

C'mon!

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright...

Girls: In the forests of the night.

What immortal hand or eye could frame...

(Screams)

(Terrified screams)

(Grunts and moans)

(Coughing)

Girls: Who was he?

♪

♪

♪

♪

(Bird squawking)

Ilse: We were just practicing our poetry.

What poem did this?

It wasn't the poem exactly.

There was a strange man.

What man?

I don't know. He was from away.

He put his hand on Emily's head.

And then we fell straight through the ground

as if a whirlwind came and got sucked down to hell.

I don't think he was evil,

there was just something.

A stranger put his hand on your head?

Have you ever been struck by lightning?

That's how I felt.

As though prickly shocks ran right through me.

Cousin Isabel: Father? Where are you, old man?

Aunt Laura:

Go!

(Footsteps hurrying up the stairs)

Cousin Isabel: Have you seen him?

No, I haven't,

but I'd be happy to go look for him

acch. The man is worse than useless.

If you like.

Now I have to waste my time worrying

about what mischief he's getting up to.

Oh!

(Light tapping)

(Birds tweeting)

♪

(Liquid trickling into bottle)

Aunt Laura: Uncle Malcolm!

Uncle Malcolm!

Uncle Malcolm!

Good morning.

Ohh...

May I introduce myself?

I'm the reverend pitch.

Here to reveal the word of god.

Here to conduct prayer meetings over the week.

Oh.

You're fearful?

(Chuckling) Oh, I see.

But that's ridiculous, ma'am,

to be afraid of me.

You are quite mistaken.

Perhaps you've heard of the fourth revival?

Ohh, yes.

But you weren't expected until Sunday.

(Chuckling) Oh.

Zealousness is not a sin.

May I?

Fear not.

Your soul shall be awakened.

(Dog growls then barks)

(Door squeaks open)

First whisky. Now rum.

There's enough down there in the root cellar

for the man to drink himself into the grave.

Maybe if we told him how much his drinking upset us,

then maybe he'd stop.

A girl who lives on maybes has a slender diet.

I'll look for him on my way to school.

Oh, Laura's already gone.

Acch. We'll end up sending out a search party.

Uncle Malcolm: Hello, lass.

There you are!

I've been trying to convince him to come home.

Why would I do that?

It's so pleasant here, is it not?

Fresh air, sunshine,

a wee bit of refreshment.

But cousin Isabel said...

Tell her you didn't find me.

You want me to lie?

Not a big lie, a tiny one.

Sometimes a wee fib is just the right thing, Emily.

Heaven approves.

Aunt Laura: What are you telling her?

If I asked you to stop drinking,

would you do that for me?

For us? For yourself?

If I could, I most certainly would.

Well maybe you should hear reverend pitch.

He just gave this to me.

Pitch? Pitch?

Nicholas pitch.

What kind of idiotic name is that for a man of god?

No. He's quite famous. They,

they say he works wonders.

Balderdash!

Emily: If you don't listen to a preacher,

then listen to your own heart.

It's your own choice, uncle Malcolm,

to take the drink or not.

You make it sound so simple but it's not.

Some days I'm holding the reins

and some days the devil's doing the driving.

Have another wee nip, Malcolm Murray.'

huh! I don't mind if I do.

You don't listen to us,

why do you have to listen to the devil?

Easier in the saying than the doing.

The devil has a bigger voice

than two little lassies from new moon.

Boy: I'm gonna catch you.

Boy 2: You can't catch me.

Kids: (Singing) ♪ we all fall down ♪

Rhoda: It's as plain as day. Look at him.

Jenny: Is he demented?

Maybe.

My mother says that the demon rum

can turn a grown man into a dancing fool.

Carpenter: Do you feel the rhythm taking over your body?

Your head, your arms,

the tips of your toes? In the poetry? Emily?

Ilse and I, we've been practicing, sir.

Girls: Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright...

In the forests of the night...

What immortal hand or eye...

My mother says,

the reverend pitch is in town.

He's going to put a stop to evil nonsense like this...

Evil? Dancing and poetry are evil?

Rhoda: My mother says the reverend says that dancing

is a sign of Satan.

Teddy: Oh! And Satan's got time to come to Blair water?

Of course.

Why else would reverend pitch travel all this way?

(Barking "Emily")

(Screams)

(Church bell ringing)

(Indeterminate chatter)

Emily: Something's happened since reverend pitch came.

I feel it in the air.

Ilse: Everyone in Blair water's so stirred up.

My father says only double damned fools

come to these revivals.

Perry: Ha! That doesn't say much for us then, does it?

Teddy: Or for your father.

Emily: People just can't stay away.

He's like temptation.

They just can't resist him.

Ilse: Like rum?

Emily: Or worse...

(Talking in hushed tones)

I do feel the fool for being here.

Rev. Pitch: Foolish?

Who feels foolish

in the house of the lord god, your savior?

And well you should.

(Coughing)

I am the fourth revival.

If you do not now feel the fool,

you will.

(Birds cawing)

Rev. Pitch: Why the devil, you ask?

Why should he yet be, you ask?

In this day and age.

He, with his cloven hooves and horned head?

How, you ask,

in our modern days,

with our modern god,

could such a one yet be with us.

The devil is evil itself.

Evil has a form and the form is the devil.

It can be seen,

(woman whimpers)

Touched,

run from,

run toward...

Man: Lord, forgive my sins!

Danced with.

I've heard enough.

Rev. Pitch: Enough of what, sir?

Of god within and the devil without?

Of the devil within and god without?

Which will you have?

Excuse me.

Rev. Pitch: To strike at the devil

first you must see him.

(Shouting) See him!

(Shouting) And strike!

Strike.

Strike.

Man could be prime minister of the world

the way he talks.

Rev. Pitch: Strike.

Whsst.

Strike.

(Man coughing)

God has given the wolf

the shape and form of a wolf

so that you may know your enemy.

God has given the devil his form

and cloven hooves

and stink so that you may know your enemy.

(Sneezes loudly)

Know the devil by his shape

and you'll know the devil to be real.

You,

with the heavy heart.

A soul in distress.

(Zapping sound)

Out, devil.

Out!

Out the devil!

See him!

See him!

Out!!

Oh. Yeah, oh...

Beelzebub! Begone!

Stop.

What are you doing?

There's no devil inside my aunt Laura.

Mrs. Stuart: Sit down girl.

Let the reverend do his work.

Back to the pit from whence you came!

Beelzebub, be gone!

You'll stop now.

Stop now!

Let's go home, Jimmy.

Jimmy Murray.

Those evil eyes.

If those ain't the devil's eyes, I don't know what is.

A preacher'd have to work a month of sundays

to get the devil out of Laura Murray.

Huh! The sin of pride.

Bred into the Murray bone.

Um-hmm.

Aunt Laura: I wanna stay Jimmy.

Please, let me stay.

Oh, don't make a fuss, Allan.

I'm fine. I'm really very fine.

(Aunt Laura laughing)

Aunt Laura: (Singing joyously) ♪ she'll be comin' round ♪

♪ the mountain when she comes, ♪

♪ she'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes, ♪

♪ oh yeah. ♪

♪ She'll be comin' round the mountain, ♪

♪ she'll be comin' round the mountain, ♪

♪ she'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes. ♪

Cousin Isabel: Have ye lost yer mind, woman?

It's after midnight!

(Giggling) I-I couldn't sleep.

I thought this might relax me. (Giggles)

Achh! Yer sleeplessness again. Oh lord.

I hoped things'd be different.

Oh, they are different.

I - I can't sleep because my mind

is just teeming with ideas.

Songs I haven't thought about since I was a very,

very little girl.

♪ She'll be driving six white horses when she comes, ♪

♪ she'll be driving six white horses when she... ♪

♪ Oh yeah! ♪

Laura, I hoped when ye stopped takin' that dreadful medicine,

that you'd be a normal woman again.

Oh, Isabel.

I don't ever want to be thought of as normal.

There's not much chance of that with your hair.

What?

Until it grows in,

could you at least wear a hat?

Ahh. I like my hair short.

I was thinking of even cutting it shorter.

(Inhales sharply)

Maybe just chopping it all off.

Another burden disappears.

(Singing) ♪ and we'll all go out to meet her when she comes... ♪

♪ Yes, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes... ♪

Yoo hoo!

Whoo hoo! Sing, Isabel. Sing!

♪ Yes, we'll all go out to meet her... ♪ (laughs)

(Waves crashing on the shore)

Ilse: How come I never worried about the devil

until reverend pitch came?

Perry: And if the devil's everywhere he says he is,

how come I never noticed him before?

Ilse: Laura's so skinny.

How could she hide the devil?

Emily: Well, the important thing is, he's out now.

Teddy: And if he's out, where did he go?

Perry: Up your nose and out your ear.

Emily: This is nothing to joke about, Perry Miller.

We're dealing with extremely serious business.

Now hold on. The truth.

Do any of you actually believe in the devil?

Ilse: Well, I'm kinda scared not to

because he might be listening

and then he'll grab me by my throat

and strangle me.

But some people say that..

Teddy: Says. Says.

Everyone says.

Hey. Where there's talk, there's fire.

Fire and brimstone.

All I know is my aunt Laura has changed.

That's true.

Folks are worked up some fierce.

We have to solve this once and for all.

Is the devil really in Blair water?

Well, we could just ask him.

Emily: Very funny, Teddy Kent.

We have to find him first.

We have to solve this like any other problem.

We have to have proof

and we have to write things down.

People who could be the devil...

Or who've sighted the devil...

We have to ask questions. Lots of them.

(Aunt Laura humming)

Good morning, precious.

Precious?

Oh, I thought you were Emily.

What is going on?

Griddlecakes?

What are ye thinkin', Lassie?

I think we have a visitor for breakfast.

(Laughs)

Rev. Pitch: Of course, when a child of god has been saved

it's unsettling for those in the family.

Is that it then? Am I saved?

Saved! And I suppose you think you saved her, hah?

Uncle Malcolm: Young women are easy prey for a snake charmer like him.

Pitch.

Pitchfork is more like it.

Isn't it just like the devil

to mock those whose souls have been awakened?

Are you here to pick on my aunt Laura again?

Cousin Isabel: Sit down and eat your breakfast.

I'm here to explain more fully

what your aunt has experienced.

Hmm... a conniption fit, if you ask me!

Emily: No!

Aunt Laura has changed. Look at her.

Cousin Isabel: People do not change like the weather.

Aunt Laura: Well,

I'd like to hear.

After all, it's happening to me.

Tell me. Explain my feelings.

Too long you have laboured a slave of darkness

under the devil's yoke.

Now, you have been set free.

You feel it.

The devil has been released from your body.

Well. There you go then.

That's the weight that's been lifted from me.

(Chuckles)

Where's the devil now? Where did he go?

Rev. Pitch: Oh, I suspect he's found his little nook.

You think he's here?

At new moon?

(Chuckling)

Well, here's a toast to yer footloose fiend,

wherever he weasels his way into next.

I'll tell you where the devil is.

He's here, in the drink.

In a bottle under a pillow hidden in a closet,

stashed underneath a feather bed,

with the rats in the root cellar,

in the lies told to your only daughter.

Are you a magician?

Huh?

Do I look like one?

I've never seen a real one.

But what you did to my aunt Laura

it had to be magic.

Black magic?

Whatever it was,

it was more powerful than anything

our reverend has ever done,

or even Dr. Burnley.

How do you know so much about the devil?

Because I know him.

I know he's real.

I know he hides.

It is my mission to unmask him.

Could the devil hide in a bottle of rum?

Oh, a bottle of rum is his favorite haunt.

My uncle, he likes to drink rum.

Could the devil have slipped inside him?

It's possible, don't you think?

Well, lots of other people drink,

like Mr. Carpenter, he used to drink,

and father ducharme, he takes wine for communion,

and aunt Elizabeth,

she used to drink cordial at Christmas time.

Drink leads to temptation and temptation leads to evil.

What about fibbing?

Evil personified.

Oh. This is very upsetting, reverend pitch.

See, uncle Malcolm, he asked me to fib.

He said, "sometimes heaven approves."

I see.

And what do you believe, Emily starr?

Boy: I'm gonna catch you.

Boy 2: You can't catch me!

Rhoda: The box social was almost over

when the handsome stranger appeared out of nowhere.

He picked the most beautiful girl

and danced with her til dawn, and then...

Ilse: He turned into a pumpkin.

No!

When she looked down at his feet,

what did she see?

Cloven hooves.

Teddy: And this is the sworn truth,

you saw it with your own eyes?

Well no, not exactly, but other people did.

They swore on a stack of bibles.

I don't think this counts

as a real devil sighting.

You have to see the devil for yourself.

But I'll write it down anyways.

Oh, oh.

Here comes the Murray disease.

Goodbye reverend!

Good luck!

I'm getting the shakes like Laura Murray.

Oh save me, save me.

Emily: I wouldn't make fun if I were you.

The devil could be lurking where you least expect him.

Maybe he's inside you, Jenny strang.

You take that back, Emily starr.

You actually spoke to reverend pitch?

He got me thinking.

I understand it all now.

I know exactly what we have to do.

What?

We have to save my uncle Malcolm.

From what?

It's not from what.

It's from whom.

(Wagon rattling)

(Door chimes sound)

Another prayer meeting.

Oh, I'd be tickled pink to post this for you, reverend,

all of Blair water come through them doors

sooner or later.

Thank you, Mrs. Stuart.

You know I heard

from my cousin Phoebe's sister-in-law

that when you preached over in carmody

you cured her husband of the lumbago -

one - two - three.

Oh, I don't pretend to cure, madam.

But once the evil spirits have been driven from the body,

well, one feels better is all.

Searching the devil out is the problem.

Finding him.

Oh, reverend.

Perhaps I could help.

I, I could be your eyes and your ears.

I could report to you.

On the presence of Satan

amongst the good people of Blair water?

Oh, yes.

I never forget a good deed, madam.

Good day to you.

Mr. Pitch.

Rev. Pitch: Mr. Murray.

Well, you might at least take your hat off

to your betters, Jimmy Murray,

out of respect to the reverend.

I had my hands full.

You want this in there?

No, no, no. Around the back.

Cousin Jimmy: Let me know when you need more.

I've always suspected him.

You know why he never took off his hat?

Horns.

He was hiding them under his hat.

(Gasps)

And his limp.

Now why didn't I think of that before?

Of course.

Cloven hooves.

Oh.

Mrs. Strang: And when that wicked Murray fella doffs his hat to say,

"thank you for buying my wormy wood"

what's poking through his mangy hair?

Horns.

That's the third devil sighting

I've heard tell of since the reverend came.

Mark my words.

It's just the beginning.

Did ya hear about the dark shadow

that thumps the walls?

Over by the macphersons'?

I thought it was the semples.

You see now how evil gets around.

Oh, oh, oh.

(Wind blowing)

(Water pouring)

(Leaves rustling in the wind)

It's midnight.

The devil's dancing hour.

Shh!

Speak of the devil and he's sure to appear.

Ilse: Isn't that the point?

Your uncle Malcolm's summoning the dark horses.

Perry: Great!

Here's hoping the dark horses are stone deaf!

(Uncle Malcolm playing bagpipes)

(Water lapping up on shore)

Look! Look!

His leg. It's the devil's leg.

Girls: (Frightened whimpers)

Perry: Go!

(Waves breaking on the shore)

What is a girl your age doing out

at this time of night?

We saw him! We saw him!

Ye saw who?

The terrible, terrible,

worse than terrible, horrible,

horrible evil one.

Emily byrd starr!

Exactly who did you see?

(Squeaking outside)

Ohh! He's followed me here.

He's here!

What?

(Wheelbarrow squeaks)

Emily: Cousin Isabel?

Rum.

(Door closes softly)

Emily: We saw him! We really did, aunt Laura!

Aunt Laura: Where exactly did you see your devil?

Emily: At the punchbowl.

Ilse: Malcolm's pipe lured him out of the slimy sea.

Emily: He was right under our very noses.

You could smell his stink.

Teddy: And here is a drawing of his row boat.

The actual one he came in.

Let's just think about this with a clear head.

Now wait.

Why would your devil be in a row boat? Hmm?

You know your aunt Laura has a point.

If he's really, truly the devil,

he could walk on water as easy as pie.

So now you're doubting what you saw

with your own two eyes?

I'm just asking.

Why does the devil need a rowboat?

And why would he row the boat himself?

Teddy: When he could get one of his

fiendish disciples to do his dirty work.

Are you trying to confuse us all on purpose, Teddy Kent?

That's what the devil does.

He tries to bamboozle all the people

so they can't think straight.

He's the father of lies.

I was just wondering.

Since when is that a sin?

Lying is a sin.

You can't deny what you saw.

Are you calling me a sinner?

Ilse: A liar and a sinner.

Maybe I should just call you the devil.

Perry: Okay, okay. Now hold on, ilse!

Hold on!

Now the fella has a point,

'cause if you listen to the gossip

everyone in Blair water could be the devil.

Talk even has it that Jimmy's got horns

and cloven hooves.

Heck. Everybody and his uncle is on

this bloomin' chart.

Except for you, Teddy Kent.

Maybe I should just write your name right down here.

Teddy: And I'll write you down ilse burnley!

Perry: Teddy, what ya doin'

hey quit it!

Emily: Ilse! Ilse!

Ilse! Teddy! Stop it!

Stop it! What has gotten into us?

Stop it! Ilse, stop it! Ilse!

Carpenter: How they clang, and crash and roar.

What a horror they outpour.

On the bosom of the palpitating air.

Yet the ear it fully knows.

By the twanging and the clanging.

How the danger ebbs and flows.

Yet the ear it definitely knows.

How the jangling and the twangling.

How the danger sinks and swells.

In the sinking and the swelling in the anger of the bells,

of the bells,

all: Of the bells, bells, bells, bells.

Bells, bells, bells!

In the clamour and the clanger of the bells.

Come on Jenny. Join us!

Rhoda! Join us!

Come on rhoda. It looks like fun.

Maybe we should give it a try.

Lead us not into temptation, Jenny strang.

He's drawing you in to his evil net.

I'll pray for your soul.

Carpenter: In the silence of the night

how we shiver with affright

at the melancholy menace of their tone

for every sound that floats.

From the rust within their throats.

I know what's happening.

The devil!

Carpenter: Ah the people,

they that dwell up in the steeple

the devil is fighting to enter his body.

Don't you see it?

I see it! I see it!

What am I seeing?

The devil!

The devil is in the dancing.

Carpenter: Thay are neither brute nor human

they are ghouls

and their king it is who tolls

Jenny: Now I see it.

The devil is in the dancing!

Could it be?

Carpenter: A paean from the bells

oh, the devil is on the island.

Had to go somewhere

when he left your aunt Laura.

Could it be here, right now?

Emily: The devil hides in the rum!

Maybe he started drinking again!

Ilse: Not even a Saint can resist

the demon rum.

Rhoda: Now I see! Now I see!

The devil's winning.

Look! Look at him!

Carpenter: Keeping time, time, time,

Emily: Maybe it is the devil.

He's stealing his soul.

Rhoda: She sees it!

Emily sees it! She sees the devil!

(Students screaming)

Wait!

Who are you?

I am what I am.

It's you the children suspect.

(Rumbling in the sky)

Are you waiting for the pope in Rome

to make up yer mind for ya?

Maisie: Cheer up.

You'll soon be dead.

I'd best take the boots then.

Mrs. Stuart. Good day.

I've come to collect for the wood.

We'll not be needing any more wood, miss Murray.

Not? Why not?

You've had but one load. You ordered three.

Oh. Nothing against new moon wood.

It's, uh, Jimmy,

we, uh, we don't want his sort here.

His sort.

I see!

Then you'll not be getting Murray sort of business

any longer will ye?

I'll do my shopping at malpeque.

Oh, good lord!

He's at the school! He's at the school!

Who?

Rhoda: Mr. Carpenter!

With the devil in him!

Mr. Carpenter is the devil!

Hold on young lady. Calm yourself.

Don't touch her.

This devil talk is not only nonsense,

it's dangerous.

Papist!

For all I know the devil's hiding

under them black robes.

Shh! Shh...

A man who dances with himself

has a fool for a partner.

This is a serious matter, Isabel.

Half of Blair water thinks Mr. Carpenter

is the devil.

The other half thinks he's drinking again.

He could lose his job.

I just ran away like all the others.

Oh. Drink your milk.

I didn't say a word.

I didn't say a word to defend him.

Emily, you don't suppose he could have been drinking?

Drink sticks to a man's reputation

like a bad smell.

Is that not right, father?

Uncle Malcolm: Do ye pipe no other tune?

Peace Lucifer.

Oh please, uncle Malcolm.

Haven't we had enough name calling in Blair water?

The devil is as the devil does.

Father ducharme: (Speaking in Latin)

Emily: Father!

Father!

We have to find a way to stop this.

It's gone too far.

I'm afraid there's a witch hunt afoot in Blair water.

Yes. Yes.

A witch hunt?

You, you mean a hunt for the devil.

It has happened many times throughout history, Emily.

The inquisition. Salem.

The fear, the hysteria...

Reverend pitch said...

Started it? Yes.

But where will it end?

I thought, maybe I could end it.

I don't want people thinking ill of, of Mr. Carpenter,

of uncle Malcolm, of cousin Jimmy,

of each other.

Oh, my dear child.

Frightened people are quick to lay blame.

Then we have to put a stop

to what's frightening them.

Doesn't your church have some sort of way

to chase the devil out of Blair water?

There are ways, exorcism is one.

Exor... what?

Emily, it is not for children,

and it is not to be taken lightly.

My best advice would be to stop fueling the rumours

and start minding your own business.

I'm sorry, father.

I have difficulty minding my own business.

How do you spell that? E - x -

o - r...

(Warning) Emily. You mustn't...

Don't worry, father.

I have a dictionary. I can look it up.

Emily! No!

Emily: Exorsicm.

The expulsion of supposed evil spirits

from persons or places

by certain adjurations

or ceremonies.

What's an adjuration?

I think it's like an incantation,

a chant or a prayer.

Well, how we gonna do that?

We'll make up our own.

Oh. Incense and smoke.

It's really good for chanting.

Booga - booga.

We have to do this at midnight again.

These things are best done in the deepest dark.

We'll get anything people say the devil touched.

(Wind blowing, waves crashing)

(Door creaking open)

(Footsteps)

(Door squeaks closed)

Emily: Begone, beelzebub!

Mr. Carpenter is the best teacher we ever had.

Perry: Begone, beelzebub.

Malcolm Murray never hurt anyone.

Emily: Begone beelzebub.

Jimmy Murray has the heart of an angel.

Protect him from the evil forces.

Perry: And don't dirty up his hat or he'll kill us.

Okay.

God, we ask you that you cast outta Blair water

that bloodsucker devil who's been causin' all the ruckus.

Thank you.

Maybe we should say something in Latin.

Everything in father ducharme's church

is in Latin and it sounds much more important.

Augustus. Muggibus.

Begustus.

That's not Latin.

Okay. Who knows Latin?

Habeus corpus.

Colitis. Phlebitis. Peritonitis.

Emily: If it sounds like Latin

I'm sure god will understand.

Perry: Yeah. Okay.

Rid us of the devilus.

Teddy: Make everything the way it wasibus.

No. Not exactly the way it was.

Aunt Laura is better.

Allrightus.

Just turnus all the gossipus

into dustus.

Begone beelzebubus.

Nauseous, odious, beelzebubus.

Be gone.

All: Begone! Begone! Begone! Begone!

Begone! Begone! Begone! Begone!

(Praying in Latin)

Children: Begone! Begone! Begone! Begone!

Begone! Begone!

Begone! Begone!

Begone! Begone!

Emily: I hope it worked.

Teddy: If it didn't, we're dead.

Oh, no.

It's him!

Perry: Oh, the devil's oarsman.

He's bringing in the rum.

Ilse: I thought all this booga-wooga stuff

was supposed to scare away the devil,

not bring him back.

Perry: The devil's brew.

He's bringing it to Blair water.

The exorcism didn't work.

Maybe it's a test.

Maybe we're supposed to continue.

Maybe we have to attack him.

Attack the devil?

Beat the devil.

Emily: Capture him!

Emily!

Emily: You're not scared, are you?

Teddy:

Me?

Hell's bells. I am!

What if he spits fire?

What if he bites our neck like a vampire

and sucks our blood

and squishes us like slimy insects

with his fiendish grip?

Emily: We have no choice.

We can't let him run loose in Blair water.

We have to capture him.

We have to capture the devil.

Capture the devil.

Capture the devil.

All: Capture the devil!

Capture the devil!

Capture the devil!

Capture the devil!

Capture the devil.

Capture the devil.

Capture the devil.

(Indistinct murmuring)

Satanicus disappearicus.

Perry: Back to the pitticus.

Back to the pitticus.

Emily: Evil fiend. Begone.

Perry: Back to the pitticus.

Emily: Begone, evil fiend. Begone.

Perry: Back to the pitticus.

Children: Beezlebub begone!

Vanish satanicus!

Back to the pitticus.

Beezlebub begone!

(Yelling)

Children: Back to the pitticus. Beezlebub begone!

(Screaming)

Emily: Evil fiend be gone!

Boom!

Evil fiend be gone! Boom!

(Perry yelling)

(Struggling grunts)

Whoa!

No!

Perry! No! Perry! No!

Perry! Perry! His leg!

It's just wood!

He's not a devil.

Then who is?

(Church bells ringing)

Mrs. Strang: (Whispered) Have you seen reverend pitch?

Mrs. Stuart: (Whispered) Where is he?

He's never late.

Man: Excuse me.

My sincere apologies.

Never in the history of the fourth revival

have I missed a train.

But I missed this one.

At last I've arrived.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I'm reverend Nicholas pitch,

come to bring you the word of god.

(Astonished whispers)

Emily: I suppose we'll never know the truth.

Just who was the first reverend pitch?

Did he bring the devil to Blair water

or did he find it there, waiting for him?

All I know is this:

Good can come out of evil

and evil can blow back in again on the next ill wind.

♪

(Waves lapping on the shore)