Original subtitles

[whooshing]

all: He loves me, he loves me not.

He loves me, he loves me not.

- Well, does he love you or love you not?

- Who?

[laughter]

- The magistrate's son.

- As if you don't talk about William incessantly.

- Well?

- Uh--

[all squealing]

- He loves you!

- William and Elizabeth sitting in a tree...

all: K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

- Hi, girls.

[church bell tolling]

- Come on. Don't want to be late for the funeral.

- I heard William is gonna be there.

- Are they angry with me?

- Uh-- - I didn't do it, I swear.

- Do what?

[cat meowing]

[tense music]

- That's a bad omen.

Let's go.

Shoo! [cat yowls]

* *

[horse whinnies]

Elizabeth!

[indistinct chatter]

[exciting music]

* *

[cat meows]

- Shoo! Shoo!

Away with ye, damned mouser.

This town's had enough bad luck.

[cat meowing]

* *

[intriguing music]

* *

- Okay, that should do it.

- That's it?

- No, that was the easy part.

The hard part was creating the software patch

to override your quantum chip

without my boss noticing anything changed.

- So from now on, we'll be able to locate Ben

without leaking any private data to your boss.

You sure? - 100%.

- Thank you. I--I feel like I can breathe

for the first time, and I just--

I--I don't know what I would have done.

- I'm just glad that you finally came to me.

Okay, I have to get back to work

and pretend like none of this happened.

Go help Ben, wherever--

whenever he is.

[device beeping]

- Whoa.

No, that can't be right.

- What can't be right?

[suspenseful music]

Oh. - What?

What's wrong?

- Well, this says that Ben's in 1692.

- That's the furthest back he's ever leaped.

- Mm-hmm. - Where is he?

- A place called Middle Towne, Massachusetts.

I've never heard of it. - Middle Towne?

Can you pull the town records?

- Well, considering it's 17th century,

there aren't really substantial records.

Um, uh, excuse me?

You were the hologram last time.

- [scoffs] - It's my turn.

- Don't look at me. I'm not even allowed

in the imaging chamber.

- [huffs] - [clears throat]

Thank you.

And, uh, you probably won't find anything on the internet,

so I would start with the archives in the library.

Okay? Good luck.

* *

- Ugh.

[church bell tolling]

[indistinct whispering]

[somber folksy music]

* *

- I think they're all talking about you.

- [sniffling]

- Hey.

- They're saying I had something to do

with Josiah's death.

- You didn't, right?

- Elizabeth.

I loved Josiah.

You don't seriously think that I would--

- No, no, no, of course not.

[indistinct whispers]

- Don't let them get to you. It's just gossip, right?

It can't hurt you.

- Psst!

[whispering] Hey!

Ben.

- I'll be right back.

I'm gonna go pray.

Hey. - Oh, my God,

I have been dying to talk to you.

I mean, Hannah, the kiss--

- Yeah, look, I want to, but talking to you

means talking to everyone who's listening at HQ, right?

- You mean Addison? You know, you--you can talk to her--

- Yeah, I just want to move forward from this, okay?

- But-- - That part of my life,

I left that part of my life behind me.

- Okay. We'll focus on the leap.

- Great.

So where am I?

- It's 1692.

- What? - I know.

There--there's not exactly a lot of,

um, historical records to help you out with this one,

but there is a lot of hot goss flying around this church.

- So what are they saying?

- Well, your name is Elizabeth.

You are the servant girl to Bridget Smith,

who I believe you-- you two already met.

Everyone here calls her Goody.

- Goody? - It's short for "Goodwife,"

which is, uh-- it's ironic 'cause we are--

we're at her husband's funeral service.

- Oh. - But, uh--wait, shh!

Here comes the reverend.

- We gather in the wake of the death of Josiah Smith,

survived by his young wife, Goody.

First a great drought came to Middle Towne.

- Drought?

- People are, ah, complaining

about having to ration well water.

It's--shh!

- Then came the mysterious affliction.

- Affliction?

- Whatever killed Goody's husband

also apparently killed a farmer and a blacksmith.

- So there's a disease. - It could be.

I mean, we are in colonial America.

People died in a lot of strange ways.

But some people believe

that maybe it is a punishment for the town.

- Like, by God?

- And I will punish the world for their evil.

- People are scared, so they're looking

for someone to blame for all the bad things

that have been happening around town.

- And they're blaming Goody?

- Well, they're saying that she's a--

- What?

- Ask yourselves

if heis hiding among us

in this church today.

That is to say, the Devil.

- Elizabeth, right?

- That is me.

How can I help you...

- Magistrate Bloodborne.

- Magistrate?

How's your son doing?

- Wait, how do you know he has a son?

- William is not well.

He's running a fever like Josiah before he died.

I brought him to cleanse with God's word.

I fear the worst for my William.

- There must be something you can do.

- There is one thing you can help me with,

seeing as you're Goody's servant girl.

Was Goody behaving unnaturally before Josiah's death?

- Uh, l-like how?

- Not like herself.

Maybe she was forgetting things or sleeping in

or dancing naked in the woods?

- I'm sorry, what?

- Oh, crap. Ziggy is saying

that these people burn Goody at the stake.

- What? No.

No, sir.

What you're all blaming Goody for is not true.

- [clears throat] Well, I hope you're right,

because if you're wrong--

[overlapping chatter and screams]

- William! - William!

[tense music]

- He needs water! - We are in a drought!

- He's dying!

Somebody get him some water!

- There's no pulse. - William is dead.

- No, my son.

This is your fault.

- Me? - You brought these plagues

upon our town! - We have to do something.

- He is in God's hands now.

- William died in the original history,

so there--there isn't much that you could do.

- Wait!

[crowd gasping and exclaiming]

- What is your servant girl doing?

- I--

- [panting] Come on. Come on.

* *

- [gasps] [crowd exclaiming]

- He's alive! - He's alive?

- William lives!

- [laughs] I did it!

[indistinct whispering]

Wh-why is--why is everyone looking at me like that?

- Well, um, fun fact, CPR hasn't been invented yet.

So they all just saw you bring someone back from the dead,

which makes you look a lot like--

- Witch!

[all shouting]

- Please. - [groaning]

[both groaning]

- Okay, so the good news is that you did change history

and you saved that boy's life, but the bad news is,

now it looks like both you and Goody are going to die.

- [sighs]

- Citizens of Middle Towne,

what was a whisper and a rumor is now a fact.

The reason for the drought and death in this town

and the reason

why we are forced to ration our well water:

witches!

[all shouting]

Our town has always stood at the crossroads

between Boston and Salem.

We must now put a stake in the ground...

- That's a really unfortunate choice of words.

- To decide what kind of town Middle Towne will be.

Will we be a town that submits to evil?

all: Nay!

- Or will Middle Towne be a good, righteous town

like Salem?

all: Aye!

- No! - Goody came to me in a dream

and told me she's a witch!

Her servant girl was there too!

- Okay, h-hold on--

- Do you smell sulfur?

- I smell sulfur!

'Tis the smell of the Devil! - [whimpers]

- We shall hold a trial then

to decide their fate.

[all cheering]

- Please! [person whistles]

[crowd quiets]

- I've had just about enough of your foolishness.

This drought's driven you all insane,

turning you against your friends.

You should all be ashamed of yourselves.

Witches.

Those girls are no more witches than I am.

[dramatic music]

- Yeah, she shouldn't have said that.

[crowd chanting] Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch!

- [sobbing]

- Witch! - Witch!

- Witch! Witch! - Witch!

* *

- Ah! [panting]

- Order!

Quiet!

- Hey, Jenn? Yeah, I'm gonna need you

to hurry back with those books.

Ben's about to be in a full-blown witch trial.

- Uh, I'm not sure where to begin.

- Tell us how your husband died.

- Well, it was just like how you saw with William.

Josiah, he-- he came down with fever.

It lasted a fortnight.

He--he kept asking for water.

I gave him as much as I could with the ration,

even gave him my portion.

But his fever only got worse.

I tried to give him tea

I purchased from the apothecary,

b-but that didn't help either.

[choked up] He--he died in my arms the next day.

[tense music]

- Did you or did you not

make a deal with the Devil in exchange

for the soul of this good town?

- What?

[crowd murmuring]

- If you tell us the truth--

- But I--I am! - She is!

- If you confess to witchcraft and repent,

prayer can save you, but if you lie,

you will burn at the stake,

and Heaven will decide your fate.

- I thought that they hanged witches in Salem.

- Only fire can cleanse this kind of evil!

- Magistrate Bloodborne,

you officiated our wedding.

[soft dramatic music]

I grew up on your farms.

I taught you to jump rope.

We're friends.

[sniffling]

I speak the truth.

I'm no witch.

[crowd murmuring]

* *

- Did it work?

- Goody still dies.

- Come on, Ben.

Don't let them get away with this.

- Absolutely not.

- You deny it then?

- Do I deny that I danced with the Devil?

Are you joking?

- Oh, I'm gravely serious.

You don't cover your hair.

You don't attend church.

The flowers in front of your shop bloom

while the rest of town suffers in drought.

- Because I treat my water with carbon.

You should try it sometime.

- In the testimony of Goody Smith,

we learned that you prescribed a brew

to her late husband not a day before he passed.

- It was chamomile to help him sleep.

- Your final answer?

- I am not a witch.

- Anything? - No.

That definitely did not help.

The records now show Morgan McKenna

on the town's death list.

[indistinct whispering]

* *

- I've seen this movie.

Didn't like how it ended.

- [sighs] You're back.

- [chuckles] - Ah.

You look great.

- Well.

- Where have you been?

- We're losing the crowd. Where's Jenn?

- Is Ben on the stand yet? - Uh, he's about to be.

Where have you been? - He has to plead guilty.

- What? Why?

- My turn.

- [sighs]

- Hey.

Heard you needed a lawyer.

You're pleading guilty.

- The court calls Elizabeth Bleeker to the stand.

- I did some research on the Salem witch trials

at the library. Over two dozen people died,

all claiming to be innocent.

But the ones who pled guilty

and confessed to witchcraft were spared.

Think of it as a plea deal.

You tell them you're all witches, say you're sorry,

everybody lives, you leap.

Ziggy says it's 80% chance it'll work.

- [whispers] That's not enough.

- If your defense is no good, then admit your guilt.

- What would happen if I did that?

- If you repent, you may be forgiven.

- That's it?

No strings attached?

- Well, you can't expect

there won't be consequences for your crime.

- They mean Goody's house, Morgan's shop,

it'll all be taken away.

- [sotto voce] No.

- Okay, this is completely unfair.

These women are damned if they do, damned if they don't.

- I agree, but Ziggy was very clear.

Ben is there to save Goody.

- If they all plead guilty, there's a good chance

Ben saves Goody's life.

- And Morgan's and Elizabeth's,

so that's a nice little three-for-one.

- But at what cost?

- It's the only way.

- I can't do it. - Ben.

- I refuse to believe I'm here

to convince these women to lie about who they are.

- Then they're gonna die, Ben, and so will you.

That's what happened in the original history.

- Which I already changed.

Your son!

- Sorry?

- I call...

William as my witness.

[crowd murmuring]

- What are you doing?

- Can she do that?

- Father?

- Hold on.

Ziggy says there's a 93% chance William will help us.

- [quietly] Yes!

[clears throat]

Friends--at least I hope you're my friends,

I once read a quote that said,

"Magic is just science we don't understand yet."

Saving William's life wasn't magic.

It was just something we don't understand yet.

There's nothing to be scared of.

Right? Tell them, William.

- What say you, William?

Is she a witch or no?

[tense music]

- She's, uh...

* *

Uh...

well, she's, um...

She's a witch.

- Wait, what? - I knew it!

- Everything went black, and then there was Elizabeth,

her breath as hot as the Devil.

- Okay, come on. What are you--

wh-what's going on here?

- It's just as the reverend said!

- It is just as he said, and when I woke,

I smelled sulfur.

[crowd gasping]

- Witch!

- Witch.

Witch.

[all chanting] Witch! Witch! Witch!

Witch! Witch!

- Elizabeth Bleeker,

Morgan McKenna, and Bridget Goody Smith,

you are hereby sentenced to death

for the crime of witchcraft!

[crowd continues chanting]

[all grunting]

[dramatic music]

- Thank you very much.

- I'm sorry.

I was 93% sure it would work.

- That's so weird. I don't know what happened with Ziggy.

- We were doing fine on our own.

- You were about to be burned at the stake.

- You don't know that. - No,

that one we're sure about.

- I'll figure a way out of here.

- Good luck.

- We still have plenty of time, right?

- They're building a pyre in the town center.

We have until sundown.

[tense music]

* *

- It won't work.

- Try the walls.

- We're underground.

There's no way out.

- Why is the wall wet?

- We're near the well.

Must be a leak.

I wish this drought had never come to us.

What if this town really is cursed?

- Oh, please.

The only thing this town is cursed with is stupidity.

- Don't say that.

They're my friends.

They're just scared.

- You're defending those people?

I shouldn't be surprised.

You're one of 'em.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- It means you've never had

to think for yourself.

- What?

- I'm the only one here who doesn't follow the herd.

Your so-called friends told you what to believe in

and who to love and who to hate,

and you never questioned any of it.

Well, how's it feel now that they decided to hate you?

- All right.

I'll admit, I've heard the girls talk about you,

but what have I ever done to you?

- I didn't hear you defending me to the magistrate

after he said my tea killed your husband.

- Hey, hey! This is just a misunderstanding.

- Oh, you're one to talk.

- What? - I saw you whispering

with the magistrate in church.

For all I know, you're the one who started this rumor!

- I was defending you!

- I don't know what to believe anymore.

* *

- [sniffs]

Do you smell sulfur?

- [sniffs and laughs]

- That's not funny, Elizabeth.

- It's a little bit funny. - I'm serious.

I--I smell sulfur.

- [continues laughing]

- Wait. I smell it too.

- [laughing]

- Stop it!

Why are you laughing?

- 'Cause I smell it as well.

[laughing]

- There is a psychological phenomenon

called the power of suggestion.

We might be experiencing a stress-induced

olfactory hallucination together.

- Or we really are witches,

and we just don't know it yet.

[laughter]

- Okay, we have till sundown.

What's happening right now?

- A séance, apparently.

Ian has a great-great-great-grandmother

who was accused of being a witch, so we're hoping

she can point us in the right direction.

- Dorothy?

Dorothy, can you hear us?

We can't hear you.

- Sounds like a bad Zoom.

- Okay, all right. This dismissive attitude

is exactly what started the witch trials

in the first place. What was it that Ben said?

That magic is just science that we don't understand yet.

I-I mean, have we learned nothing since 1692?

Everybody just needs to stop judging people

for doing things that they don't understand.

- Okay.

What's Grandma Dorothy saying?

- Okay, I'm getting a name.

I-I don't know. I lost her.

You scared her away with your cynicism.

- Someone's coming.

[keys jangling]

* *

- Please, we're innocent.

- Don't waste your breath on ol' Sam Welshire.

Terrified of us, he is. He won't help us.

- Welshire. How do I know that name?

- This will be your last meal, I reckon, so savor it.

Make your peace with God.

- Sam! You don't want our blood on your hands.

We could be your sisters, your daughters.

- 'Tis a cruel thing to say to a man with a barren wife.

- That's how I know the name!

Welshire comes up in Massachusetts records

for years, starting with his daughter,

Sabrina Welshire. - Are you sure?

- I think I'd know if my own wife was barren.

- He's wrong. Sabrina was born...

eight months from now.

That means his wife is already a month

into her pregnancy. They don't even know yet.

- Listen to me, Sam, you can still

choose to do the right thing.

Saving the lives of three innocent women

will be your legacy-- and in addition,

you're going to have a daughter.

Your wife is pregnant.

- You know, your wife did stop by the shop the other day

and bought some ginger root for nausea.

- Yes, that's right.

You can name her Sabrina.

- [choked up] Sabrina.

[tender music]

We've always wanted to name a child Sabrina.

* *

- [grunts]

- Do not tempt me, witch.

Magistrate Bloodborne warned you would try something.

May you burn in Hell for what you've done to this town.

- [grunts]

[sinister music]

- For a moment, I thought it would work.

- I told her he wouldn't help us.

- I don't know, I think Sam helped us out plenty.

[exciting music]

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

- The sun has set. We're done for.

- They don't know we're missing yet.

We just have to move fast.

Where can we go? - How about anywhere

they're not planning on burning you at the stake?

- Boston. We can disappear there,

start over. - Boston?

With what money?

We can't risk stopping by my house.

The magistrate lives next door.

- I have enough in my shop

and water for the journey.

- Three women traveling alone?

It would take us all night and a day.

We'd never make it. - Not if we go by horse.

I have two strong mares.

- You get Goody out of town, you leap.

- It's a plan.

Let's go.

* *

- I have enough dried mulberries

and fenugreek seed to keep the hunger...

at bay.

My shop.

- They looted it.

- How could they?

- Don't you get it, Goody?

I don't have friends here in Middle Towne,

and now neither do you.

The money's gone.

Of course.

Not to worry.

I have a small amount hidden

in a flowerpot in the back of the shop.

Collect what you can carry and meet me back there.

I'll saddle the horses.

[door closes]

[somber music]

* *

- Here.

It's just a small setback.

We'll be on our way in no time.

* *

- Elizabeth.

How do I look?

[chuckles]

- [panting]

No, no, no.

Oh, they took your sister.

Oh, but you can't carry three.

[sinister music]

* *

- [sighs] Water.

- Charcoal, to clean the water.

- How did you know that?

- Science.

- Magic.

- Elizabeth...

how did she know Sam's wife is pregnant?

There's been something odd about you.

Even the way you speak is suddenly different,

more cunning.

Are you a witch?

- [scoffs] - You can tell me.

I--I promise, I won't tell anyone.

I thought witches were frightening old things,

but I'm not scared of you.

- Ginger root! Sam's wife bought

ginger root from Morgan, remember?

- It was the ginger root.

That's how I knew Sam's wife was pregnant.

I heard it from the girls.

You know, people in Middle Towne like to talk.

- They certainly do.

[soft dramatic music]

I want to believe there's some goodness left in this town,

but what if the fear has consumed it all?

Like the fever that consumed my poor Josiah.

- I'm sorry.

To lose your person is...

* *

- To Hell with it.

We are leaving it all behind.

[horse neighing]

- Uh, Ben, I don't think you're going anywhere.

[dramatic music]

* *

- She left us?

We're done for.

[crowd shouting]

- The witches have escaped!

* *

- [gasps] We're trapped.

- We'll find a way.

[clamoring continues]

[sighs]

- Ben, someone's coming.

- Come on, hide over here.

[suspenseful music]

* *

William?

- Shh!

Follow me.

I've found a way to get you out of town.

Hurry.

* *

- That is enough to get them to Boston.

You leave in five minutes.

[tense music]

- You all right? - Yeah.

Here.

- 93% chance he was gonna help you.

I'll be damned. Ziggy was right.

- Thank you.

We know what you're risking by doing this.

- You saved my life.

I saved yours.

We're even.

- William, wait.

I know your life is none of my business.

- Here we go.

- But I've sort of made it my business.

You can't keep living like this,

scared of your dad.

Talk to him.

Tell them how you really feel about things.

- Over here! - Over here!

- Get down.

Get down.

* *

- William?

William.

What are you doing here? You should be home resting.

- I, uh, fancied an apple.

Forgive me.

[soft thud]

[horse whinnying]

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Forgot your apple.

Let's go.

- Hey, Ben's safe.

He should be leaping soon.

- Good. - Yeah.

And I did absolutely nothing to help.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

Magic...

I went from being the leaper

to being a hologram

to basically being our worst intern ever.

- Well, certainly not the worst.

Remember Jeffrey in R&D?

[chuckles softly]

I know you didn't sign up for this.

And there's nothing I want more

than to see you back in that imaging chamber--

- Yeah, well, Ben made his choice.

And I have to respect that.

- [sighs] I've always found it hard

to accept that some people, some things,

we can't change.

You asked me where I went on my day off.

I met with my sponsor.

- I--

Magic. - Yeah.

- That's great.

- Well, we went to the park and talked.

It's remarkable how community can lift you up,

or in the case of that little town Ben visited,

tear you down.

- Can I ask what you talked about?

- Alchemy.

- Alchemy? - Mm.

- Like magically turning metals into gold?

- Like turning a bad situation into a good one.

- Okay.

How do I do that?

- You focus on the things you can change.

Look, you don't have any control

over what Ben decides to do,

but you always have a say over who you're going to be,

how much grace you choose to have for him,

how much patience, how much love.

When you realize the power you have over yourself,

that's when you transmute a bad situation into gold,

which, in a way, is a kind of magic.

[hooves clopping, bells jingling]

* *

- So what are you gonna do in Boston?

- I don't know.

My parents died before they could take me.

I've only ever known this place,

its quiet roads, its little church,

its big fields where I lay out with the girls in summertime,

singing lazy songs and eating so many dewberries

our hands stain red.

- You don't want to leave.

- What choice do I have?

Everyone has turned their back on me,

even Morgan.

[dramatic music]

- Ben, stop! Stop!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop, stop, stop!

- What? - Whoa, whoa.

- Why? Why are we stopping?

- Ziggy says you get Goody

to that crossroads and you leap.

* *

[person screaming]

- That's coming from Middle Towne.

- They caught Morgan.

- No. - I'm sorry, Ben.

They cut her off in the woods.

- Can you hear what they're saying?

- They have Morgan.

Come on.

We have to stop them. Come on!

Hey, what--what are you doing?

- I'm going to Boston.

- Look, this is your home, and Morgan needs your help--

- Morgan didn't think twice leaving us to our deaths!

I am abandoned by my husband, my friends!

There's nothing left for me here!

I am taking my broken heart as far away from this place

as my feet will carry it.

[soft dramatic music]

- You're not here for Morgan, Ben.

You're here to save Goody's life.

- But what about your soul?

- You sound like the magistrate.

- I can't watch you ride away

from here bitter and full of hate.

I've been down that road, Goody.

It's a dead end.

If you leave now,

they're gonna kill Morgan and who knows how many others.

She hurt you. She turned her back on you.

But that doesn't mean you have to turn your back on her.

Look, you're at a literal crossroads!

* *

So what's it gonna be?

- [sighs]

I'm assuming you have a plan.

- Not exactly, but I will by the time we get there.

[church bell tolling]

[crowd clamoring]

- Burn her!

Burn them all!

- [sighs] You do have a plan, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- [sighs] I don't see Morgan.

I'm getting a better look.

- How did this happen? He was moments away from leaping.

- He was until he wasn't.

How you ever keep him on mission is beyond me.

- Okay, what do we have? - Well, it's right around dawn

on this day in 1692, right?

- I'm sorry, is that an astrology book?

- Yeah, looks like Mars was retrograde in Gemini,

which means that Ben should lean into communication.

Or maybe he should avoid communication--

- We don't have time for this nonsense, Ian.

- I'm sorry, but there are a lot of planets, okay, Jenn?

We have a full moon, and Saturn is square Neptune,

which--which explains the sudden rain.

But that doesn't really help us with Ben.

- Wait, did you just say rain?

- Yeah, I--I cross-referenced these star charts

with this old "Farmer's Almanac,"

and it may have rained at some point after dawn,

which is in a few minutes.

- Where are you going with this?

- Okay, uh, you need to tell Ben that there's

a 50/50 chance it's about to rain, and he needs to--

- No, I don't understand any of this stuff!

You tell him. - He does not want to see me.

- I think between talking to his ex

and burning at the stake,

he's gonna choose talking to his ex.

- [sighs]

[crowd clamoring]

Hey.

- Hi. - I'm sorry.

I know that you said-- - No, it's totally--

- Good, 'cause I have a plan.

- Oh, thank God.

- Ian says it's about to rain--

any minute.

- There's been a drought, so...

- And the townspeople have no idea it's about to end.

- That's brilliant. You're brilliant.

Do we know the exact time? - We don't.

So you're kind of gonna have to rely on God's grace.

- Help!

Help! - Witch!

- Witch! - Witch!

- I'm going in. - Wait, you're just--

you're just going in?

- Wait, what are you--

- God's grace, right?

- It wasn't me, I swear it!

I didn't do it. all: Witch! Witch!

- I didn't do it. all: Witch!

[clamoring continues]

- No!

Please!

- Stop! Stop!

Stop!

- There she is!

- [yells and hisses]

- [yelping]

[crowd murmuring]

- You came back for me.

- You have a friend in Middle Towne yet.

- What are you waiting for? Seize them!

[crowd shouting]

- No! No!

- William, what is the meaning of this?

- Let her speak.

I would like to hear what she has to say,

as I'm sure we all would,

had I not been a coward in the court.

- Go on then.

Everyone is entitled to their last words.

- Thank you.

And I, uh, hope they won't be my last.

There's an affliction in this town.

And it's called fear.

And I get it.

You have no water.

Your friends are all sick.

You're scared.

But this, this is not who you are.

- We have decided your fate, witch.

- Well, then I say nay!

I say let Heaven decide our fate.

- Speak plainly!

- Well, if God wants us to burn at the stake, so be it.

But if not,

let it rain!

[dramatic musical swell]

[tense music]

Come on.

Let it rain!

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- Come on.

Come on.

- Let it rain!

- We're in a drought, you daft girl!

You will not harm my son

or any other good person in Middle Towne.

You wanted Heaven to decide your fate,

well, you got it, witch.

I will throw you onto the fire myself.

[thunder rumbles]

[hopeful music]

* *

[relieved laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

- "Then will I sprinkle clean water upon you,

and ye shall be clean!"

- Thank God!

* *

- [exhales deeply]

- It worked.

Your nonsense worked.

- [chuckles]

- What does this mean?

- It means you were wrong.

- The magistrate was wrong!

- He has misled us!

- He should be punished!

Burn him! [crowd clamoring]

- No, no, no!

Okay, no more burning people!

Okay?

You need to figure something else out.

Magistrate Bloodborne was right about one thing.

You need to decide what kind of town you're going to be.

The kind of town where you talk aboutothers

or talk toothers?

The kind of town where you burn witches

or build something beautiful together?

Okay, seriously, am I the only one who still smells sulfur?

Is--does anyone else smell that?

- I smell it. - So I'm not imagining things?

Okay.

Is this--is it coming from--

Ugh.

Your well has sulfur in it.

Dehydration, fever--

the drought must have caused stagnation

in your water supply.

The well is contaminated!

That's why everyone's been getting sick.

It's not witchcraft.

There is hydrogen sulfide in your water supply.

- Will this clean it?

Charcoal, right?

- Right.

* *

[birds chirping]

- The big ones!

Grab the big ones.

[water splashing]

- I should go help them.

- Hey, so, um...

fare thee well, Goody.

- I'll be just across the square.

Come on, William.

Lend us a hand.

[girls gasp and giggle]

- Well, it's, uh--

it's nice to see that you've moved on.

- Okay. - Yeah.

[chuckles]

Um, well,

their names are no longer on the death list

because there is no more death list.

- [quietly] Yes! - No witches were burned

or hanged in Middle Towne.

And unfortunately, that is all the information that I have.

- I have a feeling they're gonna be okay.

Hey, so, uh, about us--

- Look, I already know.

- You don't know everything I'm about to say.

- Okay, so you weren't about to say

that this is still complicated and messy

and that you need more time?

- Yeah, okay, that's what I was gonna say.

- [chuckles] Yeah.

- I'm scared.

That's why I didn't want to work with you anymore.

I'm scared of what it might do to me.

But now I'm more scared

of what shutting you out might do to me.

I don't want to be that bitter, angry guy

who can't talk to his ex.

And I don't know what navigating a friendship

with you is like, but I guess, um,

what I'm trying to say is,

if you feel like you want to try,

will you be my hologram?

* *

[whooshing]

[indistinct speech]

[exciting music]

* *

What the...

Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

* *