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PREVIOUSLY ON "SALEM"...

-Man: AAH!
-John: THIS IS MY VOW.

I WILL COME BACK FOR YOU.

Tituba:
GEORGE SIBLEY DROVE JOHN ALDEN
OFF TO DIE IN THE WAR.

WHAT DO YOU THINK
HE'S GONNA DO

WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU'RE
PREGNANT WITH JOHN'S BABY?

Mary: Aah!

Giles:
PRECIOUS SALEM CAUGHT UP

IN A STINKING WITCH PANIC.

Mary:
I WAS TOLD YOU WERE KILLED.

John: WAS THAT BEFORE
OR AFTER YOU MARRIED SIBLEY?

Tituba:
WHAT'S JOHN ALDEN COMPARED TO
ALL THAT LIES BEFORE YOU?

Cotton: THE GRAND RITE,

A RITUAL OF DEATH ATTRIBUTED
TO WITCHES OVER THE CENTURIES.

John:
WHAT DO THESE WITCHES WANT?

Cotton:
A COUNTRY OF THEIR OWN.

Mercy:
I WANT TO BE JUST LIKE YOU.

Mary: ALL THE WORLD
SHALL BE YOURS.

Dollie: MERCY!

YOU SAID
YOUR MASTER WOULD PROTECT US.

Mercy:
YOU HAVE BETRAYED ME.

Increase: ALDEN IS A TRAITOR,
AND HE IS IN LOVE WITH A WITCH.

-John: YOU'RE ONE OF THEM?
-Mary: YES.

Increase:
BUT EXECUTE THEM ON THE SPOT.

Mr. Hale: TONIGHT, THERE WILL BE
A PLAGUE RELEASED NEAR SALEM.

ONLY THOSE WHO CARRY
THE WITCH BLOOD WILL BE SAFE.

Anne: I AM NOT A WITCH!

[ SCREAMS ]

Mary: IT WILL END HERE.

Cotton: FATHER!

Mary: [ Voice breaking ] COTTON.
YOUR FATHER'S GONE MAD!

Increase: SHE DIES NOW!

Mercy:
I AM THE QUEEN OF THE NIGHT.

AND SHE WILL PAY
FOR WHAT SHE'S DONE.

Mary: MY CHILD...LIVES?

[ CHICKENS CLUCKING ]

Man: HEY!

STOP!

GET BACK HERE, BOY!

[ CLUCKING CONTINUES ]

[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]

STOP!

[ SHEEP BLEATS ]

[ ANIMALS BLEATING ]

[ DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE ]

[ OBJECT CLATTERS,
CHICKEN CLUCKS ]

[ MAN COUGHING ]

[ CHICKEN CLUCKING ]

Girl: DON'T GO IN THERE.

Man: WHO'S DOWN THERE?

Girl: DEATH.

[ ETHEREAL, INDISTINCT SINGING ]

[ DOORS CREAK ]

Man:
[ BREATHING HEAVILY ]

Woman: [ In distance ] * AND IF
THAT MOCKINGBIRD DON'T SING *

* MAMA'S GONNA BUY YOU
A DIAMOND RING *

[ WINGS FLUTTER ]

[ CHICKEN SQUAWKS ]
[ GRUNTS ]

[ CHICKEN CLUCKS ]

Woman:
* MAMA'S GONNA BUY YOU...

Man: BOY.

[ DRUM BEATING SLOWLY ]

Woman: [ WHIMPERS ]

THE PLAGUE IS AMONG US.

Man: MA'AM.

Woman: [ GROANING ]

[ DRUMBEATS CONTINUE ]

Man: AAH!

[ GRUNTS ]

NO! AAH!

AAH!

-Woman: HELP ME.
-Man: AAH!

Woman: [ Strained ] HELP ME!

Man: [ SCREAMING ]

Mary: * MOTHER'S GONNA BUY YOU
A LOOKING GLASS *

* AND IF THAT LOOKING GLASS
GETS BROKE *

* MOTHER'S GONNA BUY YOU
A BLACK SHE-GOAT *

* AND IF THAT BLACK SHE-GOAT
WON'T MILK *

* MOTHER'S GONNA BUY YOU
A ROLL OF SILK *

YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE NEVER HAD
A LULLABY BEFORE.

Boy: THE WIDDERSHINS
DON'T LIKE SONGS.

Mary: WIDDERSHINS?

Boy:
THEY GUARDED ME AT NIGHT.

Mary:
WELL, WE'LL SOON CHANGE THAT.

I SHALL SING TO YOU EVERY NIGHT.

TELL ME, DEAREST.

WHERE WERE YOU ALL THESE YEARS?

TELL ME.

Tituba: TIME'S UP.

COME NOW, CHILD.

YOU'LL SEE YOUR MOTHER AGAIN
TOMORROW.

IT'S TIME TO GO HOME.

Mary: THIS IS HIS HOME.

IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS,

AND I'M ALREADY TIRED
OF THIS ARRANGEMENT.

YOU'RE NOT TAKING MY CHILD
FROM ME.

Boy: [ GRUNTS ]

Mary:
TITUBA, MAKE IT STOP.

Tituba:
LET HIM GO, AND IT WILL.

Mary: I WILL NOT BE TOYED WITH
LIKE THIS.

THEY NEED TO TRUST ME.

I AM HIS MOTHER.

Tituba:
THE ELDERS WANT TO MAKE SURE
THAT YOU STAY FOCUSED

ON THE URGENT TASKS AT HAND.

Mary:
HAVE I NOT ALREADY DONE

WHAT NONE BEFORE ME
COULD ACCOMPLISH?

INCLUDING THOSE DECREPIT,
OLD SHITS IN THE WOODS?

AT THIS VERY MOMENT,

THE WITCH POX
DECIMATES OUR ENEMIES

BUT CANNOT TOUCH
THOSE OF WITCH BLOOD.

I WILL CLOSE THE CURTAIN
AROUND SALEM

AND BEGIN THE CONSECRATION
OF THE LAND WITH HELL-BLOOD.

THE GATE WILL OPEN ON TIME.

Tituba: NO ONE LACKS FAITH
IN YOUR ABILITIES.

BUT WHAT REMAINS TO BE DONE
CANNOT BE DONE ALONE.

YOU MUST SHORE UP YOUR SUPPORT.

MERCY, YOUR OWN CREATION,
IS DANGEROUSLY UNSTABLE

AND ANNE HALE,
AN INFINITELY GREATER THREAT.

Mary: [ SCOFFS ]
THAT PALLID BLOSSOM?

Tituba: SHE IS A CRADLE WITCH
OF THE HIGHEST AND OLDEST ORDER.

COME, CHILD.

REMEMBER,
TIME IS NOT ON OUR SIDE.

Mary:
A MONTH FROM NOW,

EVERY MAN, WOMAN, AND CHILD
IN THIS CURSED TOWN

WILL BE DEAD BY THE POX
OR ON OUR SIDE.

Tituba:
YOU STILL THINK OF JOHN ALDEN.

AND YOU WONDER WHY
WE DON'T TRUST YOU.

Mary: I REMEMBER WELL
WHAT ROSE TOLD ME.

ONLY A BROKEN HEART
CAN FEEL TRUE MALICE.

WATCHING YOU WALK MY SON
BACK INTO THE DARKNESS

BREAKS IT ALL OVER AGAIN
EVERY NIGHT.

SO, HAVE NO FEAR.

MY MALICE IS IN FULL BLOOM.

AND REST ASSURED,
YOU TRAITOROUS, LITTLE BITCH,

ONCE THEY HAVE TASTED IT,
YOU WILL CHOKE ON IT.

[ DOOR CREAKS ]

[ INSECTS CHIRPING ]

YOU TRACK THE INDIANS.

YOUR EYES ARE EVERYWHERE
AND CAN GO ANYWHERE.

Petrus:
WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WISH TO SEE?

Mary:
I NEED TO FIND JOHN ALDEN.

Petrus: YES.

I REMEMBER HIM.

HE WAS HERE ONCE.

Mary:
BUT WHERE IS HE NOW?

I'VE HEARD ALL THE REPORTS.

SCORES OF THE MILITIA
WHO SOUGHT HIM

FOUND SLAUGHTERED
WITH NARY A TRACE OF HIM.

Petrus: SIT, MISTRESS.

AND GIVE ME YOUR HANDS.

DID YOU FIND
WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR?

[ "CUPID CARRIES A GUN" PLAYS ]

* POUND ME THE WITCH DRUMS

* WITCH DRUMS

* POUND ME THE WITCH DRUMS

* POUND ME THE WITCH DRUMS

* THE WITCH DRUMS

* BETTER PRAY FOR HELL

* NOT HALLELUJAH

Mary: I WONDER
IF YOU EVEN REMEMBER.

Mercy: REMEMBER WHAT?

Mary:
WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO SLEEP

WITH YOUR HEAD ON A PILLOW
INSTEAD OF A CORPSE.

AND YOUR DRESS.

DO YOU REMEMBER
THE FEEL OF CLEAN SILK?

EVEN YOUR FATHER NEVER
DRESSED YOU AS POORLY AS THIS.

Mercy: NO, HE THOUGHT NOTHING
OF MY DRESSING.

ONLY MY UNDRESSING.

Mary: WE ARE ALL ANGRY
AT SOMEONE, MERCY.

BUT WE CAN'T LET THAT
CONTROL US.

THAT WOULD BE TO LEAVE THE WHIP
IN OUR OPPRESSOR'S HAND

EVEN AFTER THEY'RE GONE.

Mercy: WISE WORDS.

AND TRUE.

BUT FORGIVE ME, LADY,
IF I STILL CHERISH

THOUGHTS OF REVENGE
IN MY BREAST.

Mary:
SALEM WILL BE OURS SOON.

ISN'T THAT THE BEST REVENGE?

Mercy: SOMETIMES
THE BEST REVENGE IS REVENGE.

Mary: MERCY,
I KNOW YOU BLAME ME FOR MUCH.

BUT IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN I
WHO PROTECTED YOU.

AND I STILL CAN

IF YOU WOULD ONLY PAY PROPER
RESPECT TO THE ELDERS AND TO ME.

Mercy:
YOU ALONE KNOW THE TRUTH.

THAT I, AND NOT YOU,
BEHEADED THE SAMHAIN WITCH.

BUT I'M NOT GREEDY.

I'M PERFECTLY CONTENT
TO RULE ALONGSIDE YOU.

AS YOUR EQUAL.

[ BIRD CHIRPS ]

Mary: YOU KNOW THAT WILL
NEVER HAPPEN, CHILD.

YOU ARE TOO RECKLESS.

SUBMIT TO YOUR ELDERS,
MYSELF INCLUDED.

AND IN THE FULLNESS OF TIME,

WHO KNOWS WHAT POWERS
YOU MIGHT ATTAIN?

TRULY.

I PROMISE.

Mercy:
LIKE YOU PROMISED JOHN ALDEN?

Mary: IF YOU BELIEVE NOTHING
ELSE I SAY, GIRL, BELIEVE THIS.

IF YOU DEFY ME,
ONLY HORROR AWAITS YOU --

UNIMAGINABLE
AND INFINITELY PAINFUL.

HEAR ME.

THAT IS NO MERE PROMISE,
BUT A CURSE.

Eliot: COTTON MATHER.

SENT TO SALEM
TO SEE TO THE MATTER

OF A SINGLE, DISTURBED GIRL,

YOU RETURN HERE TO BOSTON
SIX WEEKS LATER

LEAVING IN YOUR WAKE [SIGHS]
A FULL-BLOWN WITCH PANIC,

MORE THAN A DOZEN HANGINGS,

AND APPARENTLY
UNBEKNOWNST TO YOU,

THE MURDER OF YOUR OWN FATHER.

AND EVEN WORSE,
THESE HORRIBLE DEEDS

ARE ALL THE WORK
OF THE WITCH JOHN ALDEN,

ACCORDING TO SOME,
YOUR CLOSEST ASSOCIATE.

Cotton: INDEED.

I HAVE MUCH TO ANSWER FOR.

BUT FIRST I MUST SAY THAT
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO MY FATHER,

I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT JOHN ALDEN
HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT.

Eliot: THEN AT LEAST TRY
TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF.

HOW DID IT COME TO THIS?

Cotton: ON THE VERY NIGHT
HE LANDED IN SALEM,

MY FATHER SAID TO ME

THAT IT WERE BETTER
1,000 INNOCENTS DIE

THAN A SINGLE WITCH WALK FREE.

I NOW BELIEVE THAT THOUGH
MY FATHER WAS RIGHT ABOUT --

ABOUT THE NATURE OF THE THREAT
THAT HANGS OVER ALL OF US,

HE -- HE WAS ENTIRELY WRONG
IN HIS MORAL MATHEMATICS.

SOMEHOW,

D-DESPITE OR EVEN BECAUSE OF
OUR RELENTLESS EFFORTS,

THE WITCHES COMPLETED
THEIR DREADED GRAND RITE.

THE WAR IS ON.

THE BATTLE HAS BEGUN.

AND THE FRONT LINE IS IN SALEM.

Eliot: COTTON MATHER.

IT IS THE ELDERS' WILL

THAT YOU SHALL,
AS YOUR FATHER INTENDED,

CONTINUE HIS WORK
AT THE NORTH BOSTON CHURCH.

YOU ARE CONFINED TO BOSTON
AND...

FORBIDDEN
FROM RETURNING TO SALEM.

Woman: [ MOANING ]

[ THUNDER RUMBLES ]

Cotton: AND SAY YE,
"SAVE US, O GOD,

AND DELIVER US
FROM OUR FAILURES."

GLORIANA.

Gloriana.

GLORIANA.

Woman: DON'T STOP, MY LORD.
DON'T STOP.

OH!

UGH.

Cotton:
SEE YOURSELF OUT,

AND HELP YOURSELF TO ANY FOOD

YOU MAY FIND IN THE KITCHEN
ON YOUR WAY.

[ SIGHS ]

[ BREATHING HEAVILY ]

WE KNOW THE TRUTH,
DON'T WE, FATHER?

IT WASN'T JOHN ALDEN
WHO RAN YOU THROUGH BUT ME.

PERHAPS I SHOULD TELL THEM
HOW INSANE YOU'D BECOME.

[ THUNDER RUMBLES ]

HOW CLOSE TO MURDER YOU CAME.

AND WHAT I DID TO SAVE YOUR SOUL
FROM THAT CONDEMNABLE SIN.

HOW IS IT YOU'VE ALWAYS
STARED AT ME, FATHER,

BUT NEVER SAW ME?

DAMN YOUR EYES!

DAMN YOUR EYES!

DAMN THEM STRAIGHT TO HELL!

TO HELL!

[ GRUNTS ]

[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]

-Blacksmith: BLESSED EVENING.
-Man: GOOD EVENING.

Blacksmith: GOOD NIGHT.

Woman: TA!

Blacksmith: [ SIGHS ]

Dollie: [ HUMMING ]

Blacksmith:
NOW, THE ONLY WOMEN

ON THE STREETS
THIS TIME OF NIGHT

ARE WHORES OR BEGGARS.

I AIN'T NEVER
SEEN A BEGGAR SMILE.

SO, HOW MUCH?

Dollie:
I DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY.

I JUST WANT YOU.

Blacksmith: [ CHUCKLES ]

Dollie: COME WITH ME.
SOMEPLACE WE WON'T BE SEEN.

[ INSECTS CHIRPING ]

Blacksmith: WHERE WE GOING?

Dollie: YOU'LL SEE.

[ LAUGHS ]

JUST COME WITH ME A LITTLE --

Blacksmith: WHAT DO YOU MEAN,
A LITTLE FURTHER?

Dollie:
A LITTLE BIT FURTHER.

Blacksmith: NO, NO. HEY!

Dollie: Shh.

Shh. MM.

Blacksmith: MM. OH.

Dollie:
IT'S JUST MY SISTERS.

[ CHUCKLES ]

MM.

-Blacksmith: [ PANTING ]
-Dollie: [ CHUCKLES ]

Blacksmith: OH, GOD.

Both: [ MOANING SOFTLY ]

[ GASPS ]

MERCY LEWIS!
YOU WITCH!

STAY AWAY FROM ME.

NO. NO, YOU LET ME GO.

I'LL TELL THEM ALL.
I'LL TELL THEM ALL.

I'LL TELL THEM ALL YOU'RE HERE
AND WHAT YOU'RE DOING.

Mercy: REALLY?

AND WHAT ARE YOU
GONNA TELL THEM?

THAT YOU DRAGGED A POOR GIRL
TO THE WOODS

TO STEAL HER MAIDENHOOD?

Blacksmith: NO.

Mercy: SOME CRAZY BITCH
STOLE YOUR MANHOOD?

Blacksmith: [ SCREAMS ]

Mercy: [ CHUCKLES ]

[ RAVEN SQUAWKING ]

I CONTROL YOU NOW.

Blacksmith: [ GRUNTS ]

Mercy: GO HOME.

YOU WILL SAY NOTHING OF THIS

BECAUSE YOU CAN SAY
NOTHING OF THIS.

AND ONE DAY,

MAYBE TOMORROW NIGHT,
MAYBE 1,001 NIGHTS FROM NOW,

I WILL CALL YOU.

YES.

AND YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD.

Man: MAKE WAY!

MOVE BACK.

MAKE WAY!

MAKE WAY.

[ CART RATTLING ]

MOVE AWAY.

MOVE BACK! MAKE WAY!

Anne: [ BREATHING HEAVILY ]

[ GASPS ]

[ GASPS ]

Mary:
IT'S YOUR OWN LIFE FORCE, ANNE.

DEEP DOWN, BENEATH THE GUILT,
YOU WANT TO LIVE.

I KNOW YOU KILLED YOUR PARENTS,
ANNE.

IT'S TIME TO FACE
WHAT YOU REALLY ARE.

Anne: NO.

I MAY BEAR
CERTAIN UNASKED-FOR TRAITS,

BUT THAT DOES NOT MAKE ME
A WITCH.

I AM NOT ONE OF YOU.

Mary:
YOU KNOW NOTHING OF ME.

Anne:
I DON'T WANT TO KNOW.

Mary:
I, TOO, CAME INTO MY POWERS

IN THE WAKE
OF GREAT AND PAINFUL LOSS.

AND I REMEMBER
WHAT IT WAS FIRST LIKE

TO FEEL MY BODY FROM WITHIN
LIKE A FEVER IN THE BLOOD,

THAT I COULD NOW DO THINGS,

DO THINGS WITH WORDS,
WITH GESTURES.

Anne: THERE IS NOTHING
I CARE TO LEARN FROM YOU.

Mary: NO?

YOU HAVE YET TO FEEL THE TERROR

THAT SLOWLY BECOMES FASCINATION
AND EVENTUALLY JOY

AS YOU LEARN
TO TAKE IN THE LIFE FORCE

IN ALL THE CREATURES AROUND US,

TURNING THE POWER WITHIN IT,
DIRECTING IT AS YOU WILL,

INTO ANOTHER PERSON...

OR INTO, SAY, A DOLL.

DO YOU REMEMBER
WHEN I GAVE YOU A LITTLE DOLL

THAT VERY NEARLY
SQUEEZED THE LIFE OUT OF YOU?

Anne: THAT WAS YOU.

[ GASPS ]

Mary:
I CAN TEACH YOU TO CONTROL THAT.

IF YOU ALLOW ME IN

AND YOU COME IN WITH US,
WITH ME,

YOUR EYES AND HEART AND BODY
WILL OPEN TO A TRULY NEW WORLD.

Anne: HOW CAN YOU HOPE
TO BUILD A NEW WORLD

ON THE CORPSES OF THE INNOCENTS
WHO LIVE IN THIS ONE?

Mary:
THERE IS NO WORLD NEW OR OLD

NOT FOUNDED ON BONES AND BLOOD.

IMAGINE A WORLD

FREE OF THE VIOLENT HYPOCRISY
AND OPPRESSION OF THE PURITANS,

A NEW WORLD THAT CELEBRATES
THE POWER OF NATURE,

FREEDOM OF THOUGHT, BELIEF,
AND FEELING.

THIS IS OUR CHANCE.

A MOMENT WHEN THE FUTURE OF
THIS LAND IS UTTERLY IN DOUBT.

YOU AND I MAY HAVE
DIFFERENT METHODS, ANNE,

BUT THE LIFE YOU DREAM OF IS
THE VERY ONE I'M FIGHTING FOR.

Anne: BUT AT WHAT PRICE?

[ SNIFFLES ]
YOU, ALL OF YOU, EVEN MY FATHER,

SOLD YOUR SOULS
TO THE DEVIL HIMSELF.

Mary: NEITHER THE WORLD,
THE FLESH, NOR THE DEVIL HIMSELF

IS LIKE A PURITAN SUIT
IN ONLY BLACK AND WHITE.

ALL IS GRAY.

AND THE DEVIL THEY FEAR
IS NOT THE DEVIL I KNOW.

EITHER WAY,
YOU HAD BEST BE CAREFUL.

YOU ARE AN ORPHANED FEMALE,

NAKED AND VULNERABLE
IN A WORLD OF PREDATORY MEN,

MANY OF WHOM WOULD BE GLAD

TO TAKE YOUR FATHER'S FORTUNE
AND YOUR VIRGINITY.

I WOULD BE HAPPY
TO EXTEND TO YOU

THE PROTECTION I RECEIVE
FROM MR. SIBLEY

UNTIL YOU SHOULD FIND
A MAN OF YOUR OWN

TO LEND YOU A NAME
AND SOME STANDING.

Anne: AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT
TO HELP ME?

Mary:
WE HAVE BOTH KNOWN LOSS.

PROFOUND LOSS.

BUT WE ARE OF THE SAME FAMILY.

AND TO HEAL THOSE LOSSES,
WE MUST WORK TOGETHER.

Anne: [ Voice breaking ]
BUT WHAT WILL WE SAY

ABOUT MY PARENTS?

Mary:
JUST CLEAN YOURSELF UP,

AND SHOW UP
AT THE MEETING HOUSE.

[ BELL TOLLING ]

[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]

THIS IS NOT THE TIME
TO FALL INTO DESPAIR.

YES, SINCE THE DISCOVERY OF THIS
AWFUL POX IN KNOCKER'S HOLE,

FOUR MORE HOUSEHOLDS
HAVE BEEN FELLED.

AND NOT ALL OF THEM
IN THAT DOWNTRODDEN PLACE.

GOOD HOMES IN FINE NEIGHBORHOODS
ARE NOT IMMUNE,

AND NONE OF US ARE SAFE.

THIS SCOURGE HAS TAKEN

OUR OWN MAGISTRATE HALE
AND HIS LOVING WIFE,

LEAVING BEHIND
THEIR SORROWFUL DAUGHTER, ANNE.

BUT WE CAN AND WILL
PROTECT OURSELVES

FROM THE RAVAGES
OF THIS POX.

IT MAY REQUIRE SOME SACRIFICES,
SOME STRICTURES.

BUT THESE
ARE SMALL PRICES TO PAY.

Hathorne:
[ SCOFFS ] ABSURD.

Man #1: WHY'S THAT?

Man #2: SPEAK.

Hathorne: I SUBMIT TO MY FELLOW
SELECTMEN AND CITIZENS

THAT THERE IS
AN ENTIRELY OTHER WAY

OF VIEWING
OUR DREADFUL CIRCUMSTANCES.

GOD HAS GIVEN US A CLEAR SIGN
THAT WE HAVE OFFENDED HIM.

A POX ON ALL OUR HOUSES.

NOW WE MUST DO
WHATEVER IS NECESSARY

TO WIN BACK THE LORD'S FAVOR.

Mary:
AND PRESUMABLY, MR. HATHORNE,
YOU KNOW WHAT GOD'S WILL IS.

WHAT IS IT
THAT HAS OFFENDED HIM SO?

Hathorne:
I AM QUITE CERTAIN

WHAT GOD IS MOST DISPLEASED
WITH.

FOR WHAT IS A SURER SIGN
OF A WORLD TURNED UPSIDE-DOWN

THAN A WORLD
WITH A WOMAN ON TOP?

[ ALL TALKING AT ONCE ]

WE HAVE UTTERLY UPENDED

THE MOST FUNDAMENTAL PRINCIPLE
OF HOW THINGS ARE TO BE,

WHICH IS LED BY MEN --

MEN OF PROPERTY,
MEN OF SUBSTANCE,

MEN OF GODLY GOODWILL.

BUT ABOVE ALL, BY MEN.

Man: HEAR, HEAR!

Mary: MY HUSBAND --

Hathorne: N--
LET US BE DONE WITH THAT.

MRS. SIBLEY, UNTIL GEORGE
MAY SPEAK FOR HIMSELF,

CLEARLY AND AUDIBLY AS A MAN,

LET US AT LEAST ADMIT IT IS YOU,
MRS. SIBLEY,

WHO LEAD
THE SELECTMEN OF SALEM.

[ SPECTATORS MURMUR ]

I SUBMIT IT IS HIGH TIME

THAT THE SELECTMEN OF SALEM
EITHER ELECT A NEW LEADER

OR EXPLICITLY AFFIRM THAT THEY
CHOOSE TO BE LED BY MARY SIBLEY

UNDER THE NAME OF HER
INCAPACITATED HUSBAND, GEORGE.

[ ALL TALKING AT ONCE ]

Samuel:
IF YOU THINK THIS POX CARES

WHETHER YOU BE LED
BY A WOMAN OR A MAN,

YOU WILL ALL DIE.

[ SPECTATORS MURMUR ]

THE POX
NO MORE DISCRIMINATES BY SEX

THAN A LION PREFERS
TO EAT A MAN OR A WOMAN.

THOUGH LIKE A LION,
IT MAY TAKE THE WEAKEST FIRST.

AND I HAVE JUST BEEN
TO WHERE YOUR WEAKEST RESIDE,

IN WRETCHED KNOCKER'S HOLE.

I HAD HOPED TO GIVE THEM

MORE VOICE HERE
THAN THEY OBVIOUSLY HAVE,

BUT I FIND YOU ALL CONSUMED
WITH PETTY POLITICS.

I'M HEADED BACK THERE NOW
TO SEE WHAT CAN BE DONE.

Mary: WELL SAID, SIR.

WELL SAID.

IT IS HIGH TIME
THIS BOARD MADE IT CLEAR

THAT HOWEVER ABJECT THEY MAY BE

AND WHETHER THEY PRAY AT MEETING
OR NOT,

THE LEAST AMONG US
IS OUR RESPONSIBILITY, TOO.

I SHALL ACCOMPANY YOU

TO SEE HOW THEY FARE
AND TO SHOW OUR SUPPORT.

WHY, THIS WOMAN IS NOT AFRAID

TO WALK INTO THE DEN OF PLAGUE
FOR OUR PEOPLE.

WOULD YOU CARE TO JOIN ME, SIR?

Samuel: THE WORST AFFLICTED
ARE THIS WAY.

IN MY EXPERIENCE,
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN

A PLAGUE TERRORIZING A TOWN
AND DESTROYING IT

IS A MATTER OF DAYS.

HOLD THERE.

Mary: TELL ME, SIR.

WHO ARE YOU TO SPEAK WITH
SUCH CONFIDENCE OF THE POX?

Samuel: A DOCTOR, MA'AM,
WITH ROYAL CERTIFICATION.

I'VE WALKED THROUGH MANY POXES.

I SURVIVED THE PLAGUE
AS A CHILD,

AND I BELIEVE
I CAN SAVE ALL OF YOU.

NOT BY PRAYER,
NOT BY REPENTANCE,

NOT BY FASTING,

NOR BY PURGING
YOUR COMMUNITY OF UNDESIRABLES,

WITCHES, OR POWERFUL WOMEN,
BUT, IN A WORD, BY SCIENCE.

SEAL AND MARK THAT DOOR.

Mary: YOUR ARRIVAL HERE
COULD NOT BE MORE FORTUITOUS.

I THINK YOU MIGHT BE
GOD'S GIFT TO SALEM.

Samuel: [ CHUCKLES ]

Mary: THAT'S A VERY
OLD-WORLD AFFECTATION.

Samuel:
WELL, I THINK DESPITE ALL
THE PROGRESS IN NEW THINKING,

WE ARE LESS ADVANCED
IN OTHER WAYS.

AFTER ALL, ENGLAND ACHIEVED
ITS GREATEST HEIGHTS

A CENTURY AGO UNDER A WOMAN --
QUEEN BESS.

AND YET OVER HERE,
MEN LIKE YOUR MR. HATHORNE

STILL DOUBT THE VALUE
OF A STRONG WOMAN.

AND I THINK PERHAPS,
MRS. SIBLEY,

YOU ARE LIKE
THE QUEEN ELIZABETH OF SALEM.

Mary: ARE YOU AS ADEPT
AT THE NEW SCIENCE

AS YOU ARE THE OLD FLATTERY?

Samuel: I AM.

AND I'M DETERMINED
TO CURE THIS POX

BEFORE IT SPREADS ANY FURTHER.

Mary: AND WHAT IS IT
YOU THINK YOU CAN DO?

Samuel: WELL, TO BEGIN WITH,
FIND ITS ORIGIN,

FOR IN THE BEGINNING OF THINGS
IS OFTEN TO BE FOUND THEIR END.

GOOD DAY.

Sooleawa: HELL.

[ SPEAKS NATIVE LANGUAGE ]

HELL.

Shaman: HELL.

John:
DO I HAVE YOUR PROTECTION?

[ ROOSTER CROWS ]

Mary:
WHY, YOU LOOK LIKE A MAN

PORING OVER
A PIRATE'S TREASURE MAP.

Samuel: [ CHUCKLES ]

AND IF I FIND WHAT I SEEK,

IT MAY BE A GREAT TREASURE,
INDEED.

THESE ARE ALL THE CASES
OF THE POX

I'VE ENCOUNTERED OR HEARD OF.

MY TRACKING OF WHERE OUTBREAKS
AND INCIDENTS HAVE BEEN REPORTED

MAY POINT DIRECTLY TO THE PLACE
THE POX MUST HAVE STARTED.

[ PAPER RUSTLES ]

I INTEND TO GO THERE
TO THE NORTH WOODS.

AND FINDING THE POINT
OR PLACE OF ORIGIN

MAY LEAD ME TO SOME ANSWERS
AS TO HOW THIS OUTBREAK BEGAN.

Mary:
THOSE ARE DEEP WOODS, SIR.

EVEN LOCALS FEAR TO TREK THERE.

Samuel:
AH. TERRA INCOGNITA.

WELL, I LIVE
FOR UNEXPLORED TERRITORY.

AND IN MY EXPERIENCE,

OFTEN THE MOST FEARSOME
LANDSCAPES

ARE HIDING
THE MOST SUCCULENT GARDENS.

Mary: VERY WELL.

GODSPEED.

Samuel:
DEEP WOODS, INDEED.

Mercy:
BUT LET ME SHOW YOU.

IN JUST A FEW DAYS,

I HAVE CLAIMED CONTROL
OF SIX MEN TO DO MY BIDDING.

BUT I SHOULD BE RUNNING
THE HIVE!

IT IS I, NOT MARY SIBLEY,
WHO SHOULD RUN --

BUT -- BUT I HAVE WORKED SO --

Elder witch: [ SPITS ]

Mercy:
THAT WAS A MISTAKE.

Elder witches: [ HISSING ]

Isaac: [ MOANING ]

IS THIS IT?

HAVE I PASSED OVER?

DID I MAKE IT TO HEAVEN?

OR AM I IN HELL?

Samuel:
NEITHER HEAVEN NOR HELL, SIR.

MERELY SALEM.

Isaac: OH.

Samuel: [ GRUNTING ]

[ KNOCK ON DOOR ]

Cotton: [ SIGHS ]

[ GLASSES CLATTER ]

Eliot: UH, FORGIVE ME
THE LATE HOUR, MATHER,

BUT I FELT
THAT SOME OF MY QUESTIONS

MIGHT BE BETTER ASKED
IN PRIVATE.

WHEN EXACTLY WAS THE LAST TIME
YOU SAW YOUR FATHER?

Cotton:
UM...EARLIER ON THE DAY I LEFT.

HE FELT QUITE CERTAIN

THAT HE AND HIS MILITIA WOULD
LAY THEIR HANDS UPON JOHN ALDEN,

AND HE FELT THAT HIS FLOCK
HERE IN BOSTON

HAD SUFFERED WITHOUT A SHEPHERD
FOR FAR TOO LONG.

SO, HE SENT ME BACK
TO PREPARE FOR HIS OWN RETURN.

Eliot: I SEE.

THOUGH, OF COURSE, HE NEVER DID.

Cotton: WHAT?

Eliot: RETURN.

Cotton: NO.

Eliot: WHAT DO YOU THINK IT SAYS
THAT HE SENT YOU BACK

JUST WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO
ATTEMPT TO CAPTURE THE WITCH?

IT DOESN'T EXACTLY SHOW
A LOT OF CONFIDENCE.

Cotton: WE ARGUED.

[ Chuckling ]
YES, AS ONE DOES.

Eliot: I DON'T RECALL
EVER ARGUING WITH MY FATHER.

I CERTAINLY NEVER RAISED
MY VOICE.

IT WOULD HAVE FELT TO ME
LIKE STRIKING HIM.

Cotton: TRUST ME.

IF EITHER OF US WAS LIKELY
TO BOLSTER WORDS WITH BLOWS,

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN MY FATHER,
NOT ME.

Eliot: ARE YOU SAYING
THAT YOUR FATHER STRUCK YOU?

Cotton: I'M SURE
NO MORE THAN WAS NECESSARY

FOR MY PROPER UPBRINGING.

NOW, IF YOU HAVEN'T
ANY FURTHER QUESTIONS,

IT'S GETTING QUITE LATE.

Eliot: YES, OF COURSE.

AND AS YOU ARE CONFINED
TO BOSTON,

IF WE HAVE ANY NEED
OF FURTHER INQUIRY,

WE CERTAINLY KNOW
JUST WHERE TO FIND YOU.

[ DOOR OPENS, CLOSES ]

[ MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY ]

COTTON MATHER KNOWS NOTHING.

Von Marburg: BUT IS IT CLEAR
THAT INCREASE IS DEAD?

TRULY AND DEFINITELY DEAD?

Eliot: OH, YES.
MOST DEFINITELY DEAD.

Von Marburg: I SUPPOSE
THAT IS SOMETHING TO CELEBRATE.

THAT MAN HAD A GRIP
LIKE NONE OTHER.

WERE IT NOT SO,
I WOULD NOT CARRY THIS MARK,

AND I WOULD HAVE DONE IN MARBURG
SOME TIME AGO

WHAT THEY WHISPER
HAS BEEN ACHIEVED IN SALEM.

Eliot:
MATHER UNDERSTANDS ENOUGH

TO KNOW THAT A GRAND RITE
WAS UNDERTAKEN.

BUT HE HAS NO IDEA
WHO WAS ACTUALLY LEADING IT

NOR WHO KILLED HIS FATHER,

THOUGH HE SEEMS QUITE CERTAIN
IT WAS NOT THIS JOHN ALDEN.

Von Marburg:
BUT THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO KNOW.

WHO IS IT THAT LED
THE GRAND RITE?

Eliot: WELL,
TO ANSWER THAT, YOUR GRACE,

I BELIEVE WE MUST
GO TO SALEM OURSELVES.

Von Marburg:
I AM SORRY, MR. ELIOT, THAT YOU
WILL NOT BE ACCOMPANYING

ME AND MY SON TO SALEM.

YOUR WORK FOR ME IS DONE.

BUT IN RECOMPENSE...

[ WATER SLOSHING ]

...I INVITE YOU
TO STOP AVERTING YOUR GAZE...

AND STARE DIRECTLY.

[ WATER DRAINING ]

Eliot: [ CHOKING ]

Samuel: [ SIGHS ]

MRS. SIBLEY.

GIVEN YOUR CONCERN FOR THE CITY,

I WANTED YOU TO BE THE FIRST
TO KNOW I HAVE FOUND HIM.

Isaac: [ MOANING SOFTLY ]

Man:
[ COUGHING IN DISTANCE ]

Mary:
I SEE YOU'VE FOUND OUR ISAAC.

Samuel: HE IS QUITE POSSIBLY
THE SAVIOR OF SALEM.

Mary: OH?

Samuel: HE HOLDS THE KEY.

I FOUND HIM AT THE VERY
EPICENTER OF THE PLAGUE.

Mary:
AND HOW DOES THAT AID US?

Samuel:
WELL, HE'S SHOWING REMARKABLE
RESISTANCE TO THE POX.

SOME PROPERTY IN HIS BLOOD
MAY WELL PROVIDE THE KEY

TO PROTECTING OTHER PEOPLE.

AND IF HE LIVES, HE WILL TELL US
WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM

AND HOW HE CAME TO BE
IN THE WOODS.

HE WILL POINT
DIRECTLY TO THE ORIGIN

AND SOURCE OF THE POX ITSELF.

Mary:
WELL, LET US PRAY HE SURVIVES.

THAT WAS MY MOTHER'S.

I NEVER MET HER,

BUT MY FATHER GAVE IT TO ME
WHEN I WAS ABOUT YOUR AGE.

AND THIS, HER COMB.

IT'S MADE FROM THE SHELL
OF A GREAT SEA CREATURE

FROM SOME FAR-OFF ISLAND
IN THE WEST INDIES.

DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT MY MOTHER.

OR MY FATHER, FOR THAT MATTER.

THEY WERE TAKEN FROM ME
TOO YOUNG.

I WANT IT
TO BE DIFFERENT FOR YOU.

Boy: TELL ME.

Mary: WHAT?

Boy: ABOUT MY FATHER.

Mary: YOUR FATHER.

HE IS -- WAS
THE VERY BEST OF MEN.

I LOVED HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING.

BUT HE IS DEAD.

AND NOW ALL MY LOVE
IS RESERVED FOR YOU.

Boy:
AND WHAT WAS HIS NAME?

Mary: JOHN.

Boy:
THEY WON'T LET ME HAVE A NAME.

NOT UNTIL I'M BAPTIZED.

BUT IF I COULD,

I WOULD LIKE TO BE JOHN, TOO,
LIKE HIM.

Mary: AND SO YOU SHALL BE,
LITTLE JOHN.

Elder witch: [ SCREAMING ]

Mary: WHAT'S WRONG?

Boy: THEY'RE DEAD.

[ FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING ]
THEY'RE DEAD. THEY'RE DEAD.

Mary: WHAT'S GOING ON?

Boy: THEY'RE DEAD.

Tituba:
MERCY LEWIS KILLED OUR WITCHES.

TRUE WITCHES. THE ELDERS.

[ CROWD SHOUTING ]

[ BELL TOLLING ]