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North America in the second
half of the 17th century.

For nigh on a generation European
immigrants have settled...

along the Atlantic coast.

Unexplored wilderness separates the
Dutch, French and English settlers.

The continent still
belongs to the Indians.

Is this place called Salem?

Whose house is that?

That house on the island?

- You can't go there.
- Why?

It is forbidden.

And Salem?

They're fetching the whore now!

Come.

What's going on?

Court is in session.
Bad day for some people.

I'd like some tea.

- Where are you from?
- Apples.

Where are you from?

For shaving?

I guess you haven't eaten
apples for some time.

My tea.

The court will wait no longer!

The way she wears that letter...
pride goes before a fall.

- What?
- Yeah.

Your tea is on the stove.

Here they come!

The whore!

- That whore!
- She has brought shame on us all.

- She should be burned.
- She has brought shame on us all.

Hester Prynne, in the name of the
Church of New England I remind you...

Hester Prynne! Hester Prynne!

Hester Prynne! Hester Prynne!

What are you doing here?
They can all see you.

Why don't you tear that
sign from your breast?

You should flee to the wilds with
me, where no one can find you.

It's better there than here.

Hester Prynne, in the name of the
Church of New England I remind you:

seven years ago you were
found guilty of adultery...

and sentenced by this
court to wear the sign...

Think about it, Hester Prynne!

Of shame upon your breast
for the rest of your life...

and live apart from us...

until you reveal the name
of your partner in sin.

You were spared a
sentence of death...

because your husband
is presumed dead.

His ship never
reached New England.

Therefore your punishment was mild:
to bear your whole life long...

the sign of adultery...

Hester Prynne...

if you reveal the name,
we shall show clemency.

Make up your mind.
Don't test our patience.

The court is no longer willing
to wait upon your reply.

Hester Prynne.

Hester Prynne, your soul must
finally find rest and peace.

Tell us the name of
the man you sinned with.

Do not be silent out
of pity or love for him.

Confess and give
your child a father.

Your silence does not help him.

Perhaps he is amongst us,
watching this spectacle.

God knows, he should
be standing there.

But he will be found.

Throw him, who had not
the courage to confess...

upon the courfs mercy.

My child shall seek
her father in heaven.

- Where to?
- To my house.

Be careful, so he won't fall.

- It's the adulteress's fault.
- He took it too much to heart.

- Where?
- On the chair.

Make two measures
of tea with this.

Can you help?

He needs rest.

Why don't we offer to let her
come here and feel at home?

Perhaps she will
then name the father.

We were too generous.

On the contrary.

Every year we let her parade
her spectacle of pride...

and contempt before the parish.

That does not help the community.

She alone profits from it.

It's worth considering.

She does not feel the shame so
sorely outside the community.

Here, all would see her.

We should allow
her to move freely.

It would be only just to
send her to meet her Maker...

for her stubbornness.

He will help us, too, to
arrive at a just decision.

We shall carefully
weigh the pros and cons.

I, myself, shall try to...

Who is the stranger
with the minister?

A doctor. Come.

Do not wake the child.

It is forbidden to come here.

I should have known when
I came to your settlement...

that I would find you like this.

I was much older than you.

How could I believe that
intellectual faculties could...

replace youth.

I was always frank with you.

I did not feel any love...

and did not pretend to.

It was my stupidity.

You said you'd come later.

I came.

We were ship-wrecked. I
lived among the Indians.

You're a stranger to me.

There need be no
reproach between us.

The father?

Is he alive?

Who is it?

You may conceal your secret
before the minister and the crowd.

But I shall sense it,
Hester, when he is near.

I shall find him one day.

I shall stay here.

No one knows me here.

Never tell anyone
I was your husband.

Swear it!

Go!

I'm so relieved that we
finally have a doctor here.

Does that woman on the
island have her child there?

How can they both live there?

She is looked after.

And what shall
become of the child?

It will be like a wild animal.

Does it resemble
anyone In the village?

I have never seen it.

You should let the mother and
child return to the village.

She is so obstinate. Why won't
she reveal the father's name?

I am the father.

Here comes Red Poison Mushroom!
Here comes Red Poison Mushroom!

One two three four five six seven

Where has gone that man?

I'll wait here.

My dear Master Fuller,
get used to the idea.

It is decided.

I have pardoned Hester Prynne.

She may stay freely
here in Salem.

We shall see how
she behaves herself.

I really wonder whether women should
be allowed to sing psalms in church.

In the first place, women are
forbidden to speak in church...

Corinthians,
chapter 14, verse 34.

Simply because a woman ls not
allowed to in a man's presence.

Woman is subservient to Man.

And secondly, much less...

Much less are they allowed
to make prophecies in church.

Timothy, chapter
2, verses 11 and 12.

Psalms are a sort of prophecy.

Women are also much
more liable to err.

Verse 14.

Thus they can easily
seduce one into error.

I'd like some cloth.

The dark blue...

And that linen back there...

When the Apostle says 'speak'

he especially means analyzing
and interpreting the Scriptures.

He does not mean that women
shouldn't sing in church.

"Blessed is the man that
hath a virtuous wife...

for the number of his
days shall be double. "

Ecclesiasticus, chapter 24.

I can't pay for it.

So...

|haven't any money.

Will you chalk it up?

I'm supposed to sew
for Governor Bellingham.

All right. But I won't
have you sewing my coat.

I'm sure our Minister Dimmesdale will
preach a sermon on election day...

that will make all
New England sit up.

I hope I shall prove
worthy of this honor.

Let us hope our doctor will
nurse you back to strength.

He takes a lot of
trouble with me.

You understand that I shall
prescribe exercise for Mr. Dimmesdale.

Stop it! It hurts.

- Liar!
- Nobody believes you!

Lies have short legs

Lies have short legs
Lies have short legs

Red Poison Mushroom! Run!

EWw!

In my eight years
with the Indians...

I learned more about
nature and her laws...

than I could ever
have got from books.

We often scorn the Indians
as savages and barbarians...

and abhor their
medicine as witchcraft.

Actually, they know
more than we do.

They may know Nature better,
but they are heathens.

I'm a heathen, too.

Savages are often more
humane than we are.

Do not let my
doubts frighten you.

I had no one to confide my
innermost thoughts to for ages.

You are firm of faith.
You will help me.

Who are you, Child?

I am your little Pearl.

Are you really my child?

Of course, I am
your little Pearl.

No, you are not my little Pearl.

Tell me who you are and what
sent you into this world.

You tell me. Mother.

The Heavenly Father sent you.

He didn't send me. I haven't
got a Heavenly Father.

Quiet. You mustn't
speak that way.

He sends us all.

Where else would you come from?

You tell me You tell me

Did anyone see you come?

I thought it was now allowed...

Come in.

Red, red, red are your clothes
Red, red, red are your shoes

'Cause the devil was your tailor
And you're a red poison mushroom

Pointed nose, pointed chin
Shows the place the witch is in

Red, red, red are your clothes

Red, red, red are your shoes

'Cause the devil was your tailor
And you're a red poison mushroom

Pointed nose...

ls Governor Bellingham home?

Yes, the Governor is home.

I'd like to see him.

I mustn't let anyone in. The
Governor is with the clergyman...

a visitor.

I can't let anyone in.

The child is
already in the house.

At least let me get the
child out of the house.

Nevertheless, I want to enter.

Pearl!

If these Indian troubles
spread, we shall have to arm.

We might even have to...

What a strange-looking child!

I have never seen the
like since my youth.

At that time the King's court swarmed with
such little sprites during festivities.

Children of merriment.

Tell me, child...

where is your mother?

Why has she dressed
you up like that'?

Are you a Christian child?

I am my mother's child, Pearl.

You should be called Ruby.

Do you know your catechism?

Or are you one of
those ne'er-do-wells...

we left behind in England?

Where is your mother?

Now I understand.

This is the child
we were talking of.

The daughter of the whore.

Hester Prynne.

We have spoken about you a lot.

We were wondering
if it's right...

to entrust the soul
of this child...

to a fallen woman.

Wouldn't it be better for the
child if it came into other hands...

dressed more simply,
and above all...

strictly brought up?

Is she instructed in the
heavenly and earthly truths?

I can teach my child
what I learned myself.

Because your
character is tainted...

we wish to place
the child elsewhere.

Let us judge cautiously
and consider well...

What is to be done.

Pastor Wilson, please
examine this child Pearl.

Let us see if she has received
any Christian education.

Now, little Pearl...

can you tell me who made you?

The Heavenly Father sent me.

I wasn't made. Mother picked
me from the apple tree.

A seven year old child.

Further questions
are unnecessary.

God gave me this child. You
can't take her away from me.

We shall look after the
child better than you.

God gave her to me.
I won't give her up.

You speak for me.

You know me better than
these gentleman. Help me.

You were my pastor. I
do not want to lose her.

God gave her the child
and a mother's instinct.

No one else knows...

the strange character
and needs of this child.

The child was given to
her by God as a blessing...

and as pain and punishment.

And the ever-recurring
sting of fear of death.

She's made a clown of the child.

Hasn't she expressed it
in the child's clothing...

which so clearly reminds us of
the red flaming sign on her breast?

This child is destined to
keep the mother's soul alive...

and protect her from darker sins.

And at every moment she will remind
the mother of her own greatest sin.

Let us leave the two
together, as God has ordained.

Let us drop the matter.

A strange child.

She doesn't even need
a broom to fly off.

I'd never have left
her with the mother.

One might divine the father
from the child's ways.

Hester Prynne!

Come tonight. We're
meeting in the forest.

I promised my sisters to bring
the lovely Hester. They're waiting.

There's a full moon tonight.
And bring your child, too.

Do not \eave me
alone, Hester Prynne.

Hester Prynne!

Let me go.

I suspect what is making him ill.

I need to observe
and examine him more.

Yes, do that. Help him. You
are the only one that can.

We would all be grateful.

You might move into his house,
into an attic above his room.

You'd be there night
and day to help him.

Stop!

You can't pass.

It's the only path.

Then stay on the
island, you whore.

Your sign burnt out his eyes.

- Burn her.
- The witch.

- She should be burned.
- The witch.

- Burn the witch.
- She should be burned.

The parish is worried about
your health, Master Dimmesdale.

I need no doctor.

If it were God's will,
I would be happy...

if my pain and duties
ended soon, with my life.

When you're young, you
give up life so easily.

Take a wife.

I don't want to.

Let's take on a housekeeper.

I don't need anyone.

You shouldn't go to so
much trouble over me.

Why do you move in with me?

If you're to be the community doctor
you should be here for others, too.

Besides, I don't feel sick.

- Go away.
- Don't hit me.

Come over here!

I can't live with you any longer.

Go back to bed.
I'll look after her.

Stay with her. Don't leave
her alone for a moment.

Why won't you let her go?

I can't remember.

Then start again
from the beginning.

Jonah fell overboard
during a storm.

He almost drowned.

And then a big fish
came and swallowed him.

And in the belly...

of that whale, Jonah lived
for three whole weeks.

He sat in the dark.

But I forget how he got out.

How did he get out
of the dark belly?

Out of the belly,
without blood...

through the thick cloths
I am not allowed to wash.

Go outside.

The blood is
running down my legs.

The whale spewed
Jonah onto the beach...

I believe.

The Governor...
the Governor said.

Why are you sitting in the rain?

Mr. Chillingworth, did
you send for Hester Prynne?

Send her in.

Hester Prynne. I hear
you can tend the sick.

I have to bleed
Governor Bellingham.

Minister!

Find the doctor!

Now run, child.

Why don't you help him?

The minister fell in the street.

He fell on his face.

Why?

Be careful.

How dirty he has become.

He needs a wife.

Where to?

To the pastor's house.

Your child is climbing
the cliffs on the shore.

Hurry HP!

You shouldn't leave
her alone like that.

I've been observing you for days.

But I still cannot perceive
the root of your sickness.

Are you concealing something?

You haven't told me everything.

I cannot tell you more.

Illnesses are often
signs of spiritual...

or mental suffering.

Then I don't need
your help in any case.

Or do you know a
cure for the soul?

The soul.

I can only cure you if you
wish it and conceal nothing.

If my soul were sick...

I would only confide
in a doctor of souls.

Red, red, red are my clothes
Red, red, red are my shoes

And the Devil is my tailor
And the witch, that is-

Where is your mother?

She is dead. This is her grave.

You shouldn't lie. If you He,
a hand grows out of the grave.

I doubt if it was right to leave
this wild child with her mother.

Is she capable of affection? Has
she any traits from which one...

You're shivering.
I'll light the fire.

I'd like you to undress
so as to examine you.

No. I can't do that
and I won't do that.

You misunderstood me.

- I meant just your shirt.
- No! I will not!

I won't take my
shirt off, either.

The child watched us.

My father is dead I'm
looking forward to tomorrow

My father is dead I'm
looking forward to tomorrow

Pearl!

Pearl!

Pearl!

the house is shaking,
the mouse is shrieking...

and you're out!

|don't want to be!

Count to fifteen.

One, two, three...

four, five, six...

seven, eight, nine...

ten, eleven, twelve...

thirteen...

Won't you say where you were?

The hare must be shot for sure, the
blind man must be led for sure...

the path must be trod for sure...

the soldier must be
commanded for sure...

the sick man must die for sure...

the savage must be
converted for sure...

the worm must be
trod on for sure...

the mother must be
scolded for sure...

the water must be
boiled for sure...

the bird must be
flown for sure...

the lion must be
roared for sure...

the pastor must...

Are you seriously going
to the chapel like that?

Dear child.

Now concerning this liberty...

I find there are confused ideas
among the population of New England.

There are two kinds of liberty:

a natural one, and
nature means corruption...

and a civil or moral one.

The first liberty is common to man,
the wild animals and other creatures.

If we give in to this liberty...

and exercise it...

mankind descends
into evil and crime.

And in the end we are worse
than the worst animals.

This liberty corrupts us all.

This liberty is the worst enemy of
truth and peace in our settlement.

It is the ravening beast...

against which God's
order is established...

to keep us within bounds.

And with this liberty
we can do what we please.

It is freedom for good...

as well as for evil.

The second kind of liberty is based
on the contract between God and Man...

and thus I call it moral...

and the contracts we
have made among ourselves.

We must answer
for this liberty...

with all our worldly goods
and if need be, with our lives!

I heard you cry out.

What did I say?

Here's a soothing drink.

Leave me alone.

The Governor is not well.

I'LL get my bag-

Hester Prynne asks
you to come, too.

The Governor is dead.

Who is this doctor, Hester
Prynne? I fear him. Who is he?

I hate this person.
Can't you help me?

Let us go away.

What are you doing with these people?
They're destroying what's best in you.

The Governor is dead.

Shall we go home?

No, I want to pray
for him tonight.

You don't sleep enough,
Master Dimmesdale.

Let me advise you...

Bellingham was too old.

He tolerated an
adulteress at his deathbed.

Governor Fuller.

Governor Fuller.

My first act in office will be
to bring this witch to trial.

And others who sully the
good name of the community.

Did you find something?

Did I tell you about
Anne Hutchinson?

She is a witch.

Who says so?

The children. They play
"Burning Anne Hutchinson".

She was banished. But she wasn't
a witch. She was a wise woman.

Just like you?

No, not like me.

Where was she chased to?

She fled to Providence.

Where is Providence?

Three days by ship from here.

They have a different
government there.

Between here and England?

Yes.

If there were paths, we could
get there through the forest...

That is, if the
Indians were friendlier.

Run home, I'll be right along.

I want to talk to you.

Mrs. Hester...

wants to speak to old
Roger Chillingworth.

My pleasure.

What can you read in my face?

I want to talk to you
about this unfortunate man.

How is he?

I once promised I
would never reveal...

our former relationship.

But since then...

I could ruin him simply by
pointing my finger at him.

Revenge yourself on me.

You wear the sign.

You mentioned the minister.

I do not want to
beg mercy for him.

But I must tell him the
truth now, who you are.

There is no hope
for him, nor for me.

But you...

you have suffered wrong...

and you could forgive.

Where's the ship from?

It's the Providence
from Liverpool.

Hester Prynne.

I have no home anymore.

You can stay with me.

Your house is too
small for four of us.

Perhaps I can leave it...

You can't speak anywhere without
the new Governor finding out.

We shall meet this evening.

I'd like to smash that
parrot against the wall.

What does it say?

It swears.

Can't it swear quietly?

What does the letter mean?

A
- merica.

A
- ha.

When do you sail?

Tomorrow.

To England?

Maybe, but first to New Haven.

Do you take passengers?

Ask the Captain.

- Where is the Captain?
- He's still on board.

Could you ask for me?

Sure.

Could you let me know in an hour?

On the shore?

I'll make sure that animal
has gone by tomorrow.

I wanted to see the woman
who wants to travel in secret.

We are three: two
adults and a child.

All right, but we
sail very early.

Could you fetch me? On
the shore of the island?

Yes.

No one must know.

But at sea you'll tell
me why you're fleeing.

Will you bring the child to
the shore tomorrow morning?

I'll tell him when he leaves
chapel. But I'm afraid.

I wonder what sort of
woman she is. That letter...

R!

You have plenty of time
on board to ask her.

I'm glad you're a doctor.

I'm afraid I may get sick
in the middle of the ocean.

Sea-sickness? I
can't help there.

Hester.

Yes?

What has become of you?

I want to lie down here and die.

The doctor, Roger
Chillingworth...

used to be my husband.

Can you forgive me?

No.

Have you forgotten?

What vengeance will he wreak
on us? How can I go on living?

He is my deadly enemy, and
he will not leave me alone.

Does the world stop
at the town limits?

I see no way out.

Go to Europe, to the big cities.

I have no strength left.

You must.

We go together.

The ship from England will
take us, and our child.

Do you think the child
will be glad to see me?

I am shy around children.

I often feel their mistrust
or aversion. I am afraid.

I have often been
disturbed by our child...

because she has so many
distinct features like mine...

that people must realize it.

Soon you will look upon
her face without sorrow.

Don't let her notice.

She can't stand emotions when
she doesn't understand the reason.

Pearl, come.

Pearl, come or I'll fetch you.

Do you think she'll love me?

Pearl.

This is a friend.

Hester, our child knows
very well that something...

is not the way it should be.

Listen, you two go to the ship...

and I'll go back.

I must give a sermon...

and I want to tell them...

that I was the one who did it.

Hester, I must.

Go then!

Hester, listen to me!

I can't just run away.
I'll go with you afterwards.

I must preach my sermon first.

Farewell.

Let's go.

Good luck!

We'll be sailing late. Some
of our crew are missing.

Just because they
can't find their parrot.

We have enough time.

I can preach and
then come with you.

A fine ship and a good captain.

I hope our journey home will
be pleasant, despite the delay.

I can't find the
minister anywhere.

Pastor Wilson, you'll
have to preach the sermon.

Here comes the minister.

The parrot.

Would you like a drink?

How much for the parrot?

That is priceless.

How much does she cost?

A bit of Bible lesson?

Afterwards.

To the ship, put a move on!

Get a move on, will you!

We all know we are llke a city on a
hill upon which the people's eyes rest.

So that, if we do not
do our work justly...

God will remove his
protecting hand from us...

and we shall be no more
than a passing wind...

and a hollow echo in the world.

But as long as the Lord is with
us, we are His people and His own.

And he grants us
fame and honor...

so people will say when
they found a settlement:

Lord, let it flourish
like New England.

If we break our
contract with God...

we open the mouths of our
enemies, who mock God's works.

We transform their prayers
into curses upon us...

till we are swept
from this earth...

and our flowering garden
America returns to wilderness.

Like Jesus, we were led into the
wilderness to be tempted by Satan...

and to resist Satan
in the name of God.

God reckons on us.

If we do not resist Satan
in this wilderness...

wilderness will
descend upon us...

and the city on the hill will
be a city accursed of God...

and our children...

and children of our children...

will be accursed.

I did not resist Satan.

I am the most
dishonorable of you all.

I have sinned more greatly
and fallen lower than you all.

And I cannot repent.

Beneath the mask of your
minister I have deceived you all.

I was Hester Prynne's lover.

I am little Pearl's father.

I should be punished ten
thousand times more than she...

because I am a vile
coward, lsaid nothing.

Punish me with the same just
severity with which you punished her.

He's trying to
take all the blame.

A miracle!

Heavenly Father.

- Let us pray.
- Kneel down.

Help me.

Let me go!

Go into the chapel
and restore order.

And Hester Prynne?

Take her back to her house.

- What's the matter?
- A stone in my shoe.

A boat will wait
for you on the shore.

Everything's all right now.

What's wrong with the minister'?

- What's wrong?
- What's that sign on his chest?

Where's the doctor?

Is he dead?

Now I can go on board.

My father is dead

I'm looking forward to tomorrow