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[narrator] 1685.

Storm clouds gather over Europe.

In England, the good King Charles is dead,

and his brother, James II, sits on a very shaky throne.

The country is torn asunder by dissenting factions;

one, loyal to the last of the Stuart kings,

the other, faithful to Prince William of Orange

across the channel.

While the Duke of Monmouth plans to raise an army,

invade England, and usurp the throne from King James,

the Lord High Chief Justice Jeffries

dispenses his peculiarly inflexible form of justice

to vast numbers of suspects, both real and imaginary.

This is a time of plot and counterplot,

a time of witchcraft,

when the shadow of the executioner blots out...

the innocent and guilty alike.

We shall destroy the bloody judge, my dear,

and then we shall, all of us, rejoice.

[overlapping voices]

[singing in foreign language]

[singing continues]

Alicia...

Alicia, my darling!

- Oh, Capple, I'm deliriously happy.

Let's go somewhere and be alone.

- How can I refuse a request like that

from such a pretty lady?

[singing continues ♪]

[moaning]

[both gasping]

Oh, yes, darling.

[gasps]

[chatter and singing]

[horse hooves approaching]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[man] Quickly, men, we've got to find Capple.

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[Alicia giggling]

Capple, I arrest you in the name of King James.

Damn King James!

[Alicia gasps] No!

Capple!

No!

Oh!

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[screams]

[man] That should tame your spirit,

you evil wench.

[chuckles]

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[quiet chatter]

[whispers]

[throats clearing]

In the presence of the Lord Chief Justice Lord Jeffries,

in the city of London, court of Earl Bailey,

this court is now in session.

God save the King.

Let the business of the court commence.

[women clamoring]

[shouting and screaming]

Quiet!

Quiet, bitches!

[screaming continues]

Shut up! I said quiet!

[screaming stops]

[girl] Ketch is coming.

[heavy footsteps]

Look at that walk he has.

[squeaking footsteps]

Ah...

Now, here's a pretty wench.

- Aye, and you'll hang that pretty head, yet.

- What's she at Newgate for?

Cutting a purse?

Or cutting a caper in me lord's bed

and being caught for it?!

[all laughing]

[laughter dies down]

[women gasping]

- A witch! - She's not a witch.

[overlapping whispers]

May it please Your Lordship,

on indictment from the assizes at Exeter,

before the King's bench,

Alicia Gray,

spinster of the parish of Rainsford,

in the county of Wessex.

The charge, witchcraft.

[overlapping chatter]

Silence.

[chatter continues]

[chatter intensifies]

Silence!

Proceed, Sergeant Allan.

If Your Lordship pleases,

the Crown will show that this female,

Alicia Gray,

did, in fact, indulge in practices alien to our faith

and in contempt of the existing laws of our kingdom.

We shall also prove that she did,

on the first day of May,

frequent a place where pagan rites were carried out.

That she was caught in flagrante

with one certain Capple,

a long-suspected practitioner of the black arts.

The Crown has more than sufficient proof of witchcraft

against this Capple

to have him hung, drawn and quartered,

as prescribed by law.

But unfortunately...

Unfortunately what, Mr. Prosecutor?

The villain evaded capture, my Lord.

He died.

[laughter]

If Capple is dead

what is his relevance to this case?

The accused female is guilty by association, my Lord.

You have witnesses to prove that association?

Oh, yes, my Lord,

they were lovers.

Has the accused been examined thoroughly

by physicians and members of the clergy?

She has been examined.

Thoroughly?

Well, has she?

As thoroughly as we are allowed, my Lord,

under the Law.

Under the Law?

We are under the Law here, Sergeant Allan.

Of course, I need not remind you of that fact.

The accused, Alicia Gray,

will be examined thoroughly

for abnormality of mind

and body.

A report to be made to this court.

Executioner...

[crowd gasping and whispering]

Silence.

Take her.

Alicia!

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[screaming]

[crying out in pain]

[screaming]

[man] Go on...

Tighten it!

[screaming]

That's enough.

Rest while you can, my dear,

we have other delights in store for you.

[gasping]

W for witch.

Can you spell?

You can cast spells... [chuckles]

But that's different.

Witches don't like iron.

Cold iron...

or hot.

Witches hate it.

[screams]

A witch can make a dead man bleed.

Now, here's a dead man.

Now then...

[screaming]

Can you make him bleed? [grunts]

Look, he bleeds.

But that's my blood!

You took it from me!

I say he bleeds!

Thieves! Liars!

[screams]

We mustn't keep Judge Jeffries waiting,

must we, my dear?

[chuckles]

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You observed the witch, Palafox?

They're getting quite rare these days.

Is she guilty, me Lord?

You shock me, Palafox,

the girl has not been tried yet.

Her father was a traitor.

He was one of the minor villains in the Rye House conspiracy.

He plotted against the King's life,

and was duly hanged for it.

I had the pleasure of sentencing him.

And now his daughter comes up for judgement, 'ey, sir?

His daughter, yes.

She was found while you were away in Winchester.

Interesting, don't you think?

[Mary] I must see him! [man] You can't go in there!

[woman] I must, I tell you! It's a matter of life or death!

I must see him! I must!

How dare you disturb the judge?!

Take her away!

Oh, I beg of you, please! Let me see him!

- No! - One moment.

What is your name?

Mary Gray, my Lord.

Gray?

I see.

You may leave us.

All right, all right.

Well, Mistress Gray, you realize this is most improper.

Yes, my Lord, but...

I came to ask you for the life of my sister.

I know she's not a witch. She's innocent.

That is for the court to decide.

If your sister is not a witch...

she is then, perhaps...

a Whig.

A member of the party against the King.

No, my Lord,

my sister and I are not interested in politics.

Our father died of them.

Ah, you have wit as well as beauty.

And what would you give for the life of your sister, Mistress Gray?

Anything.

Anything?

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[gasps]

[sobbing]

After having been duly examined for the crime of sorcery,

Mistress Alicia Gray,

in the presence of Lord Chief Justice Lord Jeffries,

here in the Earl Baily, city of London,

will be judged by a duly appointed jury

who have indicated that their study of the evidence in this case

has been completed.

Gentlemen of the jury,

are you of one mind?

[man] We are, me Lord.

And how do you find?

[man] Guilty, me Lord.

[crowd reacts]

Alicia Gray...

the bill against you has been proven.

Now let the court hear this...

Let the whole country hear this...

and hear it well...

The laws of this land will be upheld!

Alicia Gray,

I find you guilty...

as charged.

You will be taken to a place of execution

and you will be burned.

May the Lord have mercy on your soul.

[sobbing]

Rise for the Chief Justice!

[somber drumming]

[excited chatter]

[chatter continues]

[drumming]

May the Lord forgive us

and protect us...

and exorcise the Devil from this poor child.

Oh... oh God.

Oh, God.

[crowd chattering]

Alicia! Oh!

Oh, Alicia!

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Oh! Oh!

Speed her death, I beg you!

Speed her death!

Please!

Please do something!

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[screaming]

Oh, no!

[sobbing]

[thunder crashing]

[rain pattering]

Mary?

Is that you?

I've been waiting for you.

[sobbing]

Alicia is dead.

I know.

Come closer.

Tears...

Too many tears.

My eyes don't cry anymore.

Tell me what's gonna happen to me.

Don't ask.

I've got to know.

Please?

I see more pain than you can bear.

I see death...

destruction...

murder...

cruelty...

and madness.

But in the end,

when all the madness is over,

I see for you, peace...

happiness...

love.

Mary?

Mary?

Mary.

God help her.

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Stamped out.

Stamped out like rats in a granary.

Else we shall never cleanse England of this pestilence.

This is no time for the faint hearted, my good Lord Wessex.

Oh, I agree, I agree, my good Jeffries.

But you'll find no taint of treachery in my county.

No?

Less than a month ago

I burned a witch.

She was from your county.

She was from your village.

Indeed, my Lord,

she was one of your tenants.

Uh, claret, my Lord?

A true Englishman's wine.

By that witch, I presume you mean Alicia Gray.

She was a stranger here.

Besides, she was not a plotter against our good Lord the King,

God bless him.

She was just a witch.

Under the evil spell of the Devil.

A witch, she was rightly put to death.

Well, rightly, of course, my Lord,

since it was you who sentenced her.

But, of course, she leaves no taint of treachery

on this fair county of ours.

Your health, Jeffries.

She was tainted with the treachery of her father,

for which he was also put to death.

My Lord, do you believe that the west of England is entirely loyal

to our sovereign Lord, King James?

Why, loyal to a man, and to his brother before him.

Why, as loyal as I am,

and, of course, there's no question of my loyalty.

In troubled times,

we must all search our consciences.

Who questions my loyalty is answerable to my sword.

Indeed.

Oh, not you, of course, my good Lord Jeffries,

but some of those knaves in Whitehall,

plotters and time-savers.

We do out humble best at Whitehall.

God save us, my Lord, from your worst.

Wessex, have you ever heard of a young man

by the name of Barnaby?

Barnaby?

No, the name's not known to me.

It seems he was at Oxford with your son.

With Harry?

[mumbling] He may have been...

Since my Lady wife died, I see little of my son and his friends.

You may be right, of course.

I am right, Wessex.

Barnaby knew your son.

He may still know him.

But why are you interested in this young man?

Because it appears he may be in league

with the Monmouth plotters in Holland.

[chuckling] My good Lord Jeffries,

your spies must've been busy lately.

Plotters at court, plotters abroad,

who want to see the King's bastard nephew on the throne?

Like Barnaby.

More wine, my Lord?

- Wessex! - Yes, my Lord?

Speak with your son.

Question him with subtlety.

About what, my Lord?

About Barnaby and his associates.

[coughing]

Show zeal in this pursuit, Wessex,

or this fine estate of yours will know more suffering

than ever it knew under Cromwell.

My Lord, forgive the intrusion, sir,

but I had to be the first to inform you...

Not now. Not now.

But it's your son, my Lord.

He's taken up with a wench.

Sister to that witch who burned last month.

Your pardon, my Lord, I thought...

I thought you were alone.

'Tis unpardonable. Get out!

Wait!

Wait.

Who is this lumpkin?

It's Satchel, my Lord, my bailiff.

A worthy man, but sometimes a little too zealous.

Zeal is a good quality, my Lord,

do not apologize for it.

Ah, Satchel...

Well, Satchel, you know who I am?

I believe you are the chief of all judges, my Lord.

Chief of all judges.

How quaint.

But not altogether inaccurate, is it Wessex?

Hmm.

Now, Satchel... tell me true,

the Earl's son is under a spell, perhaps,

and wenches with a she-devil?

I know not if young Mary is a witch, sir.

My son, my Lord, is young, wayward, hot-blooded...

Ah, hot blood.

How eager are the young to spill it, are they not?

Mary, you say?

I will sup tonight at The Bell in Torminster.

Have the wench brought to me there.

Yes, me Lord.

As for you, my Lord Wessex...

I leave you to instruct your son...

as to the folly of yet another unwise association.

Do I make my meaning clear?

As always, my Lord.

Quite clear.

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Oh, Harry, I must go.

Oh, let Mistress Gurney wait.

But I shall see you later tonight.

And then tomorrow night, will leave Rainsford forever.

[moaning]

Oh, is it true, Harry?

Are you really going to take me with you?

Oh, it is arranged.

We go, by night, into Devon,

married by a good old friend who's waiting there patiently,

and after that, the world is ours.

I must hurry.

England may be too small for us.

The hands of men like Jeffries are too heavy.

Where can we go?

Ireland? France?

Further. A new world.

This evening,

I'm meeting secretly an old friend.

He's a good friend.

He knows ways in and out of this country.

He's a good friend.

Barnaby.

[kissing and moaning]

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Oh, Barnaby.

Good to see you again, old friend.

Well, Harry, you're late.

But then, you always were.

I'll be early for my wedding, I swear.

Barnaby, let me tell you about this girl.

No time for wenches and weddings, friend,

the Duke has moved at last.

Monmouth?

Then what's the latest?

Well, Barnaby?

I crossed from the low country two nights ago

with letters from Monmouth to friends in the West Country.

The Duke will land at Lyme Regis with an army.

When?

Well, come on, you can trust me.

Monmouth lands tonight.

[footsteps approaching]

Harry!

Harry!

Where have you been?

I've been seeing a friend.

The wench?

Is that what kept you from your supper?

No, the friend was a man.

A man?

Now, you tell me how you came to know about "the wench,"

as you call her.

It's common talk.

That's a lie.

You call your own father a liar, you young coxcomb?

Hmm, you're right.

Now, listen to me, Harry.

Jeffries has been here.

Hm, Jeffries.

Hinting at treason and disloyalty.

Asking questions about our friends.

Smelling out witches.

Aye, and finding one right under my very nose.

Your wench.

What have you got to say to that?

So, you've turned witch hunter now, father?

Jeffries' infulence?

Or is it just a change from plotting against the Crown?

That's not true and you know it.

But is your own record clean?

Never mind that.

I love "the wench," as you call her.

God knows she's suffered enough.

Now, look, Harry...

You have to understand...

Jeffries has ordered that you may not see this wench again.

And if you defy...

I defy a hundred Jeffries.

To the Devil with that monster.

Harry, be careful.

Goodbye, father.

Harry.

Harry, listen to me!

I'm leaving, father.

Tonight, instead of tomorrow night.

And I'm taking Mary with me.

She's gone.

Gone?

Satchel took her to Jeffries.

Where?

- Where?! - There's no need...

Even though you're my father, as God as my witness,

I'll kill you if you don't tell me!

There's no need for violence.

The Bell at Torminster.

Harry.

Be careful!

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Me Lord?

Come!

- Has the girl arrived yet? - No, my Lord.

I thought I heard horses.

You're perfectly right. You did, my Lord.

What is that?

A messenger just brought it, sir.

The Duke of Monmouth has landed en force.

We shall return to London tonight.

Have the coach ready in ten minutes.

And the girl?

Leave word with the innkeeper.

Satchel will hold her safe.

Bring Lord Jeffries' coach around immediately.

Prepare it for leaving at once.

[distant explosion]

[cannon fire]

Master Satchel, they told me you wanted me to go somewhere.

Aye, you're to come with me.

Where to, sir?

Do you question the Earl's orders?

No, of course not, sir, but...

Come! You ride with me.

[horse fussing]

Will we be going far?

You see, I was supposed to wait for Lord Sefton...

Silence, lass.

Where do you think I'm taking you?

Your young man is the one who sent me to get you.

Come on.

Oh, I see.

[both grunt]

[distant dog barking]

[hoofbeats approaching]

[grunts]

Innkeeper.

Innkeeper!

[indistinct whispering]

That's right.

[indistinct whispering]

Thank you.

His Lordship was called away to London.

He left certain instructions about you.

Are you listening, wench?

Listening, but not caring.

Don't play hoity-toity with me, draggle tail,

or I'll knock the spit out of you.

Have some liquor.

No, thank you.

Ah, it was a rough ride, lass,

but now we're both out of it, ain't we?

All cozy and warm.

Let's you and me both enjoy

a little bit of comfort now, 'ey?

I only obey orders, you know.

I'm not such a bad fellow when you get to know me better.

You're lucky, you know, to have...

escaped Jeffries.

[chuckles]

I'll look after you know. Don't worry.

Good, then let me go home.

Can I?

This time of night?

The roads are swarmin' with thieves,

and highwaymen, and curt-throats,

and such like.

Oh, no, my dear. We bed here tonight.

Well, can I go to my room?

[cries out]

[gasping]

Fight away, me beauty,

we have the whole night before us.

[cries out]

[grunting]

[panting]

[growls]

[cries out]

No!

[screaming]

Mary, come away from there, quickly!

[groaning]

Harry!

Come, we must go at once!

[groaning]

[footsteps approaching]

- Me Lord. - Is there news, Palafox?

- The city buzzes with rumors. - Whitehall?

Much as expected, sir.

Those nearest the King are in panic.

They are frightened of phantoms.

Those phantoms have already won several skirmishes, me Lord.

Brushes with militia, no more.

They say he marches with an army 10,000 strong.

Monmouth's cause is already lost, Palafox.

Even now, the King's armies are marching night and day

to cut him off.

At this precise moment, His Majesty's ship, Tangiers,

is within striking distance of Bridgewater in the west.

Colonel Kirk,

and those white-coated troopers of his,

his lambs, he calls them,

will show the rebels no quarter.

Colonel Kirk has the royal artillery.

The rebels have naught but their muskets.

The lambs will become lions,

and blast those foolish rebels to perdition.

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His Grace, the Duke of Monmouth will lead the first charge!

His Grace, the Duke of Monmouth will lead the first charge!

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Ready! Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

[cannon fire continues]

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Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

[musket fire]

[indistinct shouting]

Charge!

Ready! Fire!

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[gunfire]

♪

More of Kirk's dragoons.

There are too many for us.

I'll get the horses.

Don't worry, old friend.

[groaning]

I must find a physician for you.

[distant cannon fire]

[cannon fire continues]

[horse whinnying]

[groaning]

Harry!

- OH, Harry. - Barnaby's badly wounded.

We must get horses.

[groaning]

He could never make it to Bridgewater on foot.

- Can I leave him in your care? - Of course.

I'll make for my father's stables.

Rainsford isn't far across country.

Do be careful, Harry.

[weakly] I feel as if...

as if...

I feel as if... dying.

It's dark now.

Try and rest now, Barnaby.

Harry will bring help.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Who's there?

Oh, Satchel, you've come back.

Me Lord.

Good God, what have they done to you?

The wench will pay dearly for this.

The witch?

Mary Gray?

Your son's mistress.

Satchel, why have you come back?

I bring you a warning.

You dare to warn me?

Your son is an outlaw.

He's a fugitive from Monmouth's rebel army.

Like the others, he's on the run from Sedgemoor.

Thank you, Satchel...

for coming back to tell me.

I do you no favors, my good Lord.

There's a price for the warning I bring you.

Price?

What do you mean, you dog?

No, not your dog.

No longer!

You've become a Jeffries man.

My price is 100 crowns.

What for?

Pay the price and the information

will never reach Jeffries or his spies.

100 crowns, you said?

Aye.

Pay up!

I shall take your best saddle horse,

and be on my way.

A small price to pay, my good Lord...

for a son's life.

[door open]

[door closes]

Thank you for your help, Sally, one day I'll repay you.

Who was that?

A friend.

No one you would know.

- What friend? - A boy from the village.

You're lying, you little slut!

You're lying, Sally. You're lying to your master.

You're not my master.

Not anymore!

Come back here, slut!

Now you listen.

Tell me who rode out, or by God, I'll snap your throat.

[spits]

[grunts]

[growling]

[panting]

[crying out]

Who was it? Tell me!

[screaming]

[groaning]

Tell me quickly!

Who was it?!

Tell me!

Young Lord Harry.

[grunting]

Harry...

Harry Sefton?

Sally!

You were a good girl to tell me.

Mary, now...

is she with him?

Where he goes...

she can't be far away.

She'll make a good recruit for my army.

For being such a good girl, Sally,

I'm recruiting you, too.

[cackling]

Come on! Get up!

Slut!

[gasps]

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Oh, God.

When will it ever end?

Mary.

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[cries out]

[bell ringing]

Palafox! Palafox!

Coming, my Lord.

Me Lord?

How many rebels are there in Taunton Prison?

At the last count, me Lord, 500 persons held in Taunton Castle.

Then we shall need 500 ropes, shall we not?

If Your Lordship finds them guilty.

The instant they took up arms against the King,

they condemned themselves.

Quite so, my Lord.

A swift and speedy end to traitors.

That's the best way.

Justice is a terrible thing, Palafox.

But justice must be done!

Where is Ketch?

I believe he is at the prison waiting for Satchel

to bring the women rebels, my Lord.

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[sobbing]

[Satchel] Stop!

Hey, Mother Rosa!

Mother Rosa!

Is that you, Satchel?

It is I, old witch!

[laughs]

Be careful. You're going to your own destruction.

[laughing]

Eh, one day I'll cut off your tongue!

You cutting my tongue...

I'm cutting yours.

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[women crying]

You need have no fear, old witch.

How did you know where to find me?

Well, I remember this cave from... from my boyhood.

Don't you remember me?

Oh, Master Harry!

You've got a beard.

My God, you've got a beard.

What do you want?

We hunt a villain

who has stolen away our women

for the great trial at Taunton.

Women?

They passed this way two hours ago...

on foot, and suffering cruelly.

Among them was the one you love.

There was one guard at the head and one at the rear.

Then there's four against two.

We'll have Satchel for supper.

Beware the devil in red robes...

and the man whose face

has been marked by the Prince of Darkness.

Thank you, dear lady.

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Bring them here inside.

[women moaning]

[whip lashing]

Get over there.

Stand upright!

Will, news at last.

Satchel took the road to Taunton not so long ago.

The road over Blackrock Moor.

Every man jack of you is wanted by Judge Jeffries

and the hangman.

It's not too late to back out now.

My wife's up there on Blackrock.

That swine, Satchel, took her

and left the two children in an empty house.

- Count on me. - And me.

That monster's got my Sal.

Come on, then. There's work to do.

[women softly moaning]

[distant dog barking]

[crying softly]

Don't worry.

What's going to happen to us?

I don't know.

There ain't no use crying.

It's not going to help.

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[grunting]

[cries out]

Mary!

[girls reacting]

[Jeffries voice-over] Sometimes I ask myself

whether the right to life or death

was ever given to mere men,

or if God Almighty did not, himself,

deliver unto me the responsibilities

for that which we are doing.

Yet, when I am confronted again with the unholiness,

the rebellion, the crimes, and the sacrilege...

I am reassured that we were not unjust

in dealing the most atrocious punishment to these criminals.

My Lord.

You dare disturb me?!

It was a surprise attack. The women escaped!

Send for the captain of the guard.

He's waiting, my Lord.

You will take a strong force of men

and you will recapture the rebels

who escaped on the moor today.

See to it.

Satchel believes that Harry Sefton was at the head of the band, sir.

Henry...

Sefton...

Lord...

Rainsford.

I declare him...

outlaw.

This man's...

forfeit...

to...

the Crown...

His person...

at... the mercy...

of the King.

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Who is it?

[bird calling]

[cries out]

[whimpering]

Where did the women go?

Tell me, woman!

I will spare the life of Harry Sefton.

Harry's been captured?

Of course.

He hangs before tonight,

unless you tell me.

Tell me, woman!

They went...

They went...

across the moor.

Truro-Truro came and brought me some food.

Barris...

Barris...

That's where they went.

- Barris. - Barris, eh?

Harry's safe.

He's safe now.

No, you have not saved him because...

he hasn't been caught yet.

Liar!

[yells]

If you kill him...

you'll burn for this.

You'll burn.

You'll burn. You'll burn.

You'll burn.

You'll burn. You-

You'll burn.

You'll burn.

You'll burn.

You'll burn.

You'll burn!

[sobbing]

Rosa? [Rosa sobbing]

Rosa!

What's the matter?

- Mary... - Yes.

Harry's been killed.

No, Mother Rosa, he's here.

- Where? - Right here.

Where?

Give me his hand.

Harry...

I feel danger. Go away.

We've come for your blessing.

You have my blessing.

Go. Go, you're in danger.

Go, quickly, go.

Go away. Go.

Take him alive. Judge Jeffries' orders.

In name of His Gracious Majesty, King James II...

let the assizes be open.

The prisoners will stand.

The accused, Jonathan Dicken.

The charge, high treason.

You, Dicken...

I sentence you to be hanged by the neck

until you are dead.

John!

After, of course, the formalities of drawing and quartering.

The accused,

Sally Downs.

Spare her, my Lord! Spare her!

Silence, you dog!

[gasping]

[speaking German]

[speaking German]

[speaking German]

You will be examined for sorcery in the castle dungeons.

After which, you will rejoin your lover...

in Hell.

The accused,

Lord Henry Sefton.

Not he!

His case will be tried later.

For such a nobly born rogue as you, Sefton,

we must take special measures.

The accused, Steven Truro.

What name?

[with difficulty] T-Truro.

I have a title, rogue!

Use it or I'll have your tongue by the roots!

I said Truro...

me Lord.

Well, Truro,

the bill against you is clear enough.

How do you plead?

Not guilty, m... my Lord.

You have wasted enough of the court's time, Truro.

I sentence you to death.

You will be hanged together with all these rebel dogs.

[man] James Quigly, me Lord. Charge, treason.

[Jeffries] Condemned.

[man] Ian Oxley, me Lord. The charge, treason.

[Jeffries] Condemned.

[man] Patricia Leader, me Lord. The charge, sorcery.

[Jeffries] Condemned.

[man] Roger Cartwright, me Lord. The charge, conspiracy.

[Jeffries] Condemned.

[man] Edward Mac, me Lord. Charge, conspiracy.

[Jeffries] Condemned!

[trial continues, echoing]

[Jeffries] Condemned!

You are all condemned,

for crimes against King and Kingdom,

to hang.

To dangle until you are but dead.

To be then cut down, still alive,

to have your entrails drawn out

and thrust into your own mouths.

To be further hanged,

then quartered like the carcasses of beef you are.

You number 500...

but even if you were 5,000,

the execution of this sentence

would be just before God Almighty.

And may He have mercy upon your souls.

[ Ketch] Get busy, turnkey.

We have much work to do.

Whether witch or wench...

[woman screams]

They must be taught obedience to the laws of God and country.

[screaming]

Admit your witchcraft,

and you shall only burn.

Otherwise I shall have the pleasure of my skills.

A slow, painful, never-ending death.

I'm not a witch.

I'm not a witch!

[screaming]

Now...

will you not change your mind

and admit that you dabble in sorcery,

and mix with sorcerers?

I'm not a witch.

You're a traitor, like all your friends.

[indistinct]

There is certain information...

believe me...

Release her.

Me Lord?

The Earl of Wessex, sir.

Well, my Lord Wessex?

My Lord.

I've come, sir, for the person of my son.

Palafox, take note of this.

I do believe my Lord Wessex is attempting to suborn justice.

If my son is your prisoner...

The King's, Wessex.

The King's.

Then in the name of the King,

I ask you to pardon him.

It is the King's pleasure.

Do you not understand?

So the King has pardoned him?

But this is a plea for clemency.

It is a very different matter, my Lord Wessex,

as you very well know.

Your son has not been pardoned by the King,

nor by anyone else.

His fate is still in my hands.

If you ignore the King's pleasure,

if you hang him...

Whether I hang him, draw him, quarter him, behead him,

transport him, or pardon him...

is entirely a matter for my court.

I bid you good day, my Lord.

My Lord, would that, but once,

you had seen one of your own sentences carried out.

♪

Unfortunate, me Lord.

I shall do my best to contain my disappointment.

Wessex still has power at court,

though our spies distrust his loyalty.

The Earl of Wessex's time will come.

I pity it, though, sir,

to let young Sefton slip right through our hands.

Did I say he had?

Fetch me the girl.

Mary?

[woman grunting]

[screams]

[speaking German]

[speaking German]

[gasps]

[mournful music ♪]

♪

[crying]

[speaking German]

[speaking German]

[speaking German]

[tense music ♪]

♪

[laughing quietly]

♪

You sent for me, my Lord?

I did.

You had a great love for your sister, did you not?

Yes, my Lord.

And His Lordship of Rainsford.

You had a great love for him, too, so it seems.

I do, my Lord.

Such devotion...

deserves a worthy reward.

A life, perhaps?

I could bestow such a gift.

And you...

[gasps]

[Jeffries speaking German]

[mournful music ♪]

♪

[crying]

[moaning]

My Lord...

tell me again that you're going to spare Harry's life.

His life?

Doubtless, he will make a new life for himself.

In the plantations.

Plantation?

Exile?

Without a doubt.

And now... in God's name, get you gone.

[intense music ♪]

♪

Devil!

[grunting]

Palafox! Palafox!

Take this bitch away!

[cries out]

See that she goes to London in chains.

[gasping]

[whispering] I just spoke to Sally.

[indistinct whispering]

Pass the word down the line.

Right.

Harry.

Tomorrow, the executions begin.

- Are you certain? - Aye.

I got it from one of the guards.

Brings our gruel.

He's a Devon man, too, poor soul.

The soldiers are mostly gone.

Together with the women.

Left for the plantations.

So, Mary and my wife, as well.

We shall have to act speedily,

if at all.

Rather death by the sword

than slow torture.

Pass the word.

[door clattering]

[footsteps approaching]

Hmm.

Well, me beauties?

Are you enjoying yourselves?

You've not much longer on this earth.

You talk mighty proud, good Satchel.

What a proud valet you are.

You impudent dog!

[grunting]

Free everybody.

[man] Let's give the dirty dog what he deserves.

[overlapping chatter]

The court is now in session.

Satchel...

as justice of this court,

I ask you your plea.

Guilty or not guilty?

[all] Guilty!

Let the prisoner speak for himself!

Well, sir?

What are you?

Spare me please! Spare me!

Quiet, dog!

What say the jury?

[all shouting]

Is he guilty of all crimes?

[all shouting]

I sentence you to be hanged by the neck...

until you are dead.

[Sally] No!

No, not hanging. That's too good for him.

[grunting]

[screaming]

[all clamoring]

[Satchel screaming]

Truro, we have a lot to do.

[screaming and clamoring]

Harry.

Thank God you're safe.

Now William of Orange has landed,

you are free.

But aren't you a King James man?

In perilous times, deceit becomes a necessity.

But the other prisoners on the way to London?

Oh, every man with a horse to his name is with us.

The prisoners travel slowly with King James' guns.

They won't get far.

[organ playing ♪]

♪

Lord Chancellor of England...

I have the great seal, at last.

Me Lord!

What use is the great seal to you now?

The King is gone!

You lie, Palafox. You lie.

When have I ever lied to you, my Lord?

Tell me truly, Palafox,

what is the news from Whitehall?

The King has fled the country.

His last message was that you should join him, me Lord, in France.

I stay here.

Me Lord, don't you understand?

Prince William of Orange has landed to claim the throne.

I am the Lord Chancellor.

Whoever reigns... I stay.

♪

[distant crowd shouting]

What now?

[crowd shouting, drums]

The city beggars...

Stuart or Orange man, it's all the same to them

so long as they have their bellies full.

Me Lord...

I have a warrant for your arrest.

And this time, it is the King's pleasure.

As well as mine.

Traitor.

No, my Lord...

'tis you who have betrayed England.

Bring him to the tower.

[tense music ♪]

♪

[whip lashing]

All right! Come on!

[gasps]

[gunfire]

♪

[quiet drums]

[Jeffries voice-over] Surely a man loyal to God, King and country,

such as I have always been,

cannot be condemned as cruel and unjust

for pursuing his duties vigorously

even when it weighed heavily on his conscience.

Perhaps in the wake of today's hysteria,

history will judge me fairly.

[drums continue]

[man groaning]

[choking, struggling]

[man crying out]

[screaming]

[grunts]

[groaning]

[coughing]

[hoarse gasping]

Jeffries?

Jeffries?

[weakly] You...

were...

right...

Wessex, I...

I never knew...

[dramatic music ♪]

♪