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(theme music playing)

NARRATOR: Man lives in the sunlit world

of what he believes to be reality.

But... there is,

unseen by most, an underworld.

A place that is just as real

but not as brightly lit.

A dark side.

''Behold, the great city has fallen,

''and is become the habitation of devils

''and the hold of every foul spirit

and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird of prey.''

Hi.

l'm Sarah McBride.

l saw the sign outside.

And you'd like to come and work for us?

Good.

Tell me a little about yourself.

Sarah?

Do you, uh, hail from these parts?

No, l hail from New York.

l'm gonna be a sophomore at the college.

l'll probably major in American history.

l'd really love to work here, 'cause it's so...

really historical.

What a great old painting.

l just love the past.

Don't you?

Oh, yes.

Despite all the hardships and suffering,

life was simple and pure,

faith and virtue uncorrupted--

so unlike these modern times.

The people themselves were more worthy.

Really?

Here at Colonial Village, we live out the lives

of the early settlers, and the tourists come to watch.

We're looking for someone to sit at our spinning wheel

and give demonstrations.

Oh, rats, l really don't know anything about spinning.

Don't worry.

My daughter Jane will teach you everything you need to know.

You mean, l've got the job?

You'll begin today.

Today. Oh, l really wasn't planning...

Actually, l have to...

But we need you very badly, right now.

Well, l guess l could just make a call.

Your costume is in the closet.

Not that one!

Uh, the one on the left.

(door creaks)

Oh, this is pretty!

Please remove everything.

No sign of the 20th century allowed.

Oh.

Okay.

l'll just be a minute.

(sighs softly)

Anything for a job, right?

''...and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird of prey.''

(knocking)

C-Come in.

So, do l look like a bona fide Puritan?

Not quite authentic.

You have that artificial color on your face and lips.

lt was considered a sin for women to paint their faces.

Oh. l guess l never would have made it then, huh?

Probably not.

And you have that ornament dangling from your ear.

Oh. Sorry.

l think maybe it's a little bit long.

My daughter Jane will make it right for you.

(creaking and squeaking)

She's a very good girl.

Sarah?

Are you ready to become a part of the past?

(door creaks)

All set, boss.

(whooshing, whirring)

(whirring)

(whirring increases in intensity)

She'll work for us a short while,

and... and then likely be gone.

Where did she come from, Father?

lt's of no consequence, my dear Jane.

She's just an apprentice.

(wagon rattling in distance)

She's waking up.

What happened?

Father says you fainted.

The excitement of the day.

(Sarah sighs softly)

Oh.

Feeling better now, Sarah?

Yeah. l don't know.

Yeah, l guess so.

She's not well.

She should go home.

(Sarah sighs softly)

Oh...

Everything was spinning around.

There was this awful noise.

Maybe l should just go home.

Sarah, l regret that you feel ill,

but if you leave, l can't save the position for you.

Oh.

Okay.

l really do need the job.

l guess l'm all right.

l'll stay.

(Sarah laughs)

No wonder the Pilgrims got kicked out of England.

They dressed like total nerds.

The persecution had little to do with dress.

lt was a struggle for the purity of religious belief.

(laughing): Oh, save it for the tourists, Jane.

Don't take your job so seriously.

Everybody around here could use a little lightening up.

(sheep bleating in distance)

(door creaking)

(sheep bleating)

You must be the new apprentice.

Who are you?

l tend the fields.

l shear the sheep.

(sheep bleating)

l mend the fences.

A man of many talents.

What does my Jane think?

lt's true, Peter.

Oh, back to work.

JANE: Yes, Peter.

There's a lot to do before supper.

(sheep bleating)

Boy, he's really got you whipped.

Gotta watch out for those handsome ones.

They always turn out to be such devils.

Please, l don't want you to get in trouble.

All right, l'll give it a whirl.

l'm not the domestic type.

You've never done this before, have you?

(laughs): No way.

They have this new thing out now-- prefabricated cloth.

You just go to the store and buy it.

lmagine that.

Here, let me show you.

Now watch.

(wheel creaking)

You know, l think Peter likes me.

We're going to be married next month.

Oops.

Really?

You can't be more than 16.

Why do you want to tie yourself down like that?

Father promised me to him.

That's nuts.

He can't do that.

lt's not even legal.

The Bible says, ''Children, obey your parents and prosper.''

That is the law, Sarah.

Jane, l went to Sunday school, too,

but let's keep this stuff in perspective.

l mean, if your father told you to tie a bag around your head

and go jump in the Charles River, would you do it?

l-l don't think so.

No.

l hope my father would never ask me to do anything

as unreasonable as that.

Mm-hmm. And if he told you to get a gun and shoot

the first person that walked in the door, would you do it?

Of course not.

Why not?

''Children, obey your parents and prosper,'' right?

But that would be madness.

Yes. And so is getting married at 16.

You don't really even know

if Peter's the right guy for you yet.

(women laughing)

(giggling)

(giggling)

(laughter continues quietly)

That yarn hasn't even been touched.

You've done no work all morning.

l'm sorry, Peter.

Her dress was too long.

Don't apologize to him.

You're not the boss.

Be careful, Jane.

You've pricked her.

She did not.

Sarah, please.

Peter, l didn't.

You did.

l saw you prick her.

Are you telling me you didn't feel it?

What is it with you?

What does it matter?

No, l didn't feel it, because she didn't do it.

So, you didn't feel it.

That's enough sewing for now.

Come to the table and eat.

(sighing)

Here's hoping.

Wait!

We'll say grace first.

Grace.

l'll say the grace.

l don't expect my future wife to contradict me.

We'll say grace together.

We'll say the Lord's Prayer.

You don't have to do everything he says.

A wife's duty is to obey her husband.

Come on. Give me a break.

Eat your supper, Jane.

What is this?

JANE: lt's venison.

The others didn't like it, either.

What others?

The ones that worked here before you.

(Jane gasps)

How do you do that?

-(door closing) -Do what?

What's the matter with you?

(clock chimes twice)

Where's the calendar?

(scoffs)

l could've sworn there was a calendar there.

What is going on around here?

Who cleaned up this picture?

This place is really weird.

How do you call forth the fire at your fingertips?

lt's a cigarette lighter, Jane.

What's the matter with you?

What's the matter with everyone around here?

The others...

that Father brought before you...

he said they were witches.

Are you one of them, too?

A witch?

You poor kid.

What have those two got you thinking?

(sighs) l'm gonna get my clothes and get out of here.

l wish l could take you with me.

You do?

l sure do. l can't stand the thought

of leaving you here with those two pushing you around.

You're not a witch.

Of course not.

No, you don't understand.

Peter's gone to get Father.

They mean to do you harm.

Nobody's gonna do nothing. l'm getting out of here.

There's no time!

We must hurry!

-Oh. -(gasps)

-Father, we were just... -Hold your tongue!

-But... -Silence!

There are things you don't understand.

This is no affair of yours.

l quit.

You can keep your old job.

Come on, Jane.

-Seize her! -No!

God! Let go of me!

-You disobey me. -Let go of me!

(Sarah groans)

(groans)

Father, please!

-Be silent. -(grunting)

FATHER: Listen to me.

Did you not witness all that Peter told me?

She felt nothing when you pricked her with a pin.

Peter, tell him it isn't true!

She could not say the Lord's Prayer,

the very fires of Hell appeared at her command.

She has bewitched you

into rebellion against your father and your future husband.

You twist things. She is not a witch!

Silence!

SARAH: This isn't happening!

lt's 1986!

People don't believe in witches.

lt's you!

(Jane gasps)

You disobey me again,

and you will end up like her.

(chains rattling)

Come, child.

SARAH: Help me!

(wailing, sobbing): Somebody, please!

Help me!

No one can hear you, Sarah.

Somebody, please!

Help me!

l'll be back.

-(door closes) -Oh.

(sighs)

(crickets chirping)

Shh!

-Shh. -Oh.

ln a moment, you'll be free.

Are you all right?

l've definitely been better.

You can only rest a moment.

Then you must go back where you came from.

Just point me in the right direction.

Your father is crazy.

We have to call the police.

My father is the law here.

He's the village magistrate.

-But-- -No one will help you but me.

Jane, l'll call my parents. My dad...

Sarah, you have to understand.

This is the year 1692.

Not 1986.

Three women have been hanged as witches this year.

-Really? -(door opening)

(rustling)

(footsteps approaching)

(door creaking)

What are you doing?

-Run! -Ow!

Not that one!

SARAH: This is the door. l'm sure of it.

JANE: This door's already been locked.

What are you doing?

Please. l just want to go back where l came from.

l can't let you do that.

-Let her go, Father. -You little fool.

You would defend her against your own flesh and blood?

Why don't you just leave me alone?

We sacrificed everything,

then came to this rough, hard country to make a new life.

The anguish was more than we could bear.

That's when l was granted my vision of the future--

the world as it would be.

Your world!

Which we will die to make.

l've taken from the future to help save the past.

You don't make any sense!

Our people are beginning to turn against one another.

They need something to bind them together.

A common enemy, a scapegoat.

l give them witches.

l give them you, Sarah.

No! Look out!

-(blows striking) -JANE: Oh!

(Jane yelling)

What have you done?!

You made me turn against my daughter.

(grunting and muttering)

(wheel squeaking)

(door creaking)

Look!

Run, Jane! l'm right behind you.

(whirring hum)

Jane!

(wheel squeaking)

My God, what have l done?

(wheel squeaking)

(explosion)

lt's destroyed.

(whirring fades)

She's lost.

(whirring stops)

(birds singing)

(children shouting in distance)

(door shuts)

♪ ♪

(clicking)

(gavel banging)

So concludes the trial of Sarah McBride,

accused of certain detestable arts called witchcraft

and sorceries,

which she wickedly,

maliciously and feloniously have exorcised

upon and against the people of Salem.

CROWD (chanting): Burn the witch! Burn the witch!

ln the year 1692.

NARRATOR: The dark side is always there.

Waiting for us to enter.

Waiting to enter us.

Until next time, try to enjoy the daylight.