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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.

(bell rings briefly)

MAN (over P.A.): The museum will
close in 15 minutes.

Hmm, "washing."

(chains rattle)

Foul things.

"Ture. Aura.

Sangloi."

Sangloi.

(chuckles, mutters)

(door opens)

WOMAN:
Better late than never.

But better never late.

How are you,
Elizabeth?

I'm marvelous, Mary.

I couldn't be better.

I can hardly believe almost
another year has gone by.

And I've thought
about you so often.

Well, you look wonderful.

No, I don't.

You look like
a million dollars.

I gather it was a good year.

The best ever.

I could do no wrong.

Everything I touched
turned to gold.

And every time something
terrific happened,

I honestly wanted
to see you

and tell you
all about it.

We ought to get
together more often.

This is no get-together,
Elizabeth!

This is the anniversary!

(whispers):
Did you bring it?

Yes, but let me
tell you about

my good fortune first.

I hardly know
where to begin.

Let's see.

Well, I took
all of my money

and I invested it
in stocks.

They, um, split,
or whatever it is

that stocks do,
and I made $500,000.

I got involved
in some

charity work,
and Boston magazine wanted

to make me Bay State Woman
of the Year. (chuckles)

Isn't that a stitch?

One of us--
if they only knew.

Well, tell me about your year.

It was dreadful.

One catastrophe after another.

First, my well ran dry.

Then lightning
struck the house.

There was a terrible fire,
and there were huge damages.

Somehow, I had let
my insurance policy lapse,

so the repairs nearly
cleaned me out.

And after all
that, Puss died.

Puss died?

Oh, God, Mary,
how awful.

I know the two of you

have been
together forever.

What was it, old age?

She was poisoned.

When I get
my talisman back

and find out
who did it,

there'll be hell to pay.

Now hand it over.

I'd like to, Mary,
but it's too early.

Venus will not be
in conjunction with Mars

for another two weeks.

(laughs) You're not
trying to tell me

how to read
the stars, are you?

It certainly sounds as if
you'd had a trying time.

A-And I really do see why you're
anxious for the transfer.

Elizabeth,

I have had the worst year
of my life,

and I have lived

a long time.

Give me the talisman,
Elizabeth,

or, by the devil,
you will rue the day

you trifled with me.

All right.

(wry chuckle)

You're upset.

You're positively ill with
desire for what you want.

I know the feeling.

But feelings have very
little to do with facts.

The stars and their
motions are as indifferent

to your cravings
as they are to mine.

You've got to wait
two more weeks.

You skeevy witch!

You would try to steal
the talisman.

Anta...

ashtu...

antu...

mau!

Mary Doyle...

(gasping)

I can't...

Anta...

ashtu...

Mary, stop that! Mary!
Anta, ashtu...

anu...

(gasps)

Ana!

(grunts)

(gasping)

I can't brea...

(gasping)

This is what I should
have done 300 years ago.

(gasping)

Loi, sangloi, sangloi...

(laughs)

(door opens)

Oh, no, please!
Please don't close the door!

Oh, God,
let me out!

It's all lies they've
told you about me!

None of it's true!

(laughs)

(continues laughing)

Oh, no!

Oh, God, the witch Hobbes.

Oh, please, don't leave
me in here with her!

What happened, Goody Eaton?

Did they find out
what you've been letting

Giles Corey do to you
in the barn?

You vile hag,

he was helping me
bale the hay.

More like sow the seed,
wasn't it?

Oh, no need to pretend for us.

We know you.

You sit in the front pew
in the church

and lie on your back
in the barn.

I've seen you.

(baby-talking):
I've seen you.

It was you.

You were that toad.

Huh?

That foul, dirty,
croaking old toad.

That was you!

You've been spying on me!

You watch your tongue.

I'm as clean as the next one.

Let me out.

Please, please
let me out!

You've got no evidence!

They're all lies!

I'm not a witch!

A witch?

They're taking you
for a witch?

(laughs): Oh!
The ignorant fools!

What do they think we are?

They have five magistrates,

two courts
and a brand-new gallows.

And I hear they've even sent
for Increase Mather

all the way from Boston

to help them sort out
their testimonies.

And they have taken you
for a witch.

Oh! Let all women
of Massachusetts

get in their houses
and bar the doors!

Nobody's safe. (laughs)

It was that lying Mercy Warren
who accused me.

She says I come to her house
by night

and lie across her body
till she can't breathe.

She pretends
to take fits.

Her body's all
covered in sores.

Every inch of it.

Some terrible disease.

God only knows
who gave it to her.

But she's blaming me!

Ooh, wonderful.

Mercy Warren is
a mean little creature.

(baby-talking):
And we've been working
ever so long

on those sores,
haven't we?

Then she wasn't
pretending.

You've been
tormenting her.

Help me!
Help me, please!

It was her!

It was the witch Hobbes!

Oh, save your breath
to cool your porridge.

Don't deny it.

It was a black day for me
when you came to Essex village.

You killed my cow!

And you cut down my vines!

They were growing
on my fence.

Your fence is
on my property!

You lie!
You own the ground

your evil-smelling
shack stands on

and not an inch more!

You are shrill
and rude,

and you'd best mind
your manners!

Who invited you to this
God-fearing place with your

black arts?

The devil himself,
so watch out.

I go where I please
and where my master sends me.

Ha! If you're so powerful,
why are you locked up in here?

(sighs)

I lost it.

That's the source
of my trouble.

He gave it to me,
and then I lost it.

I still have
my witch's learning,

but, without my talisman,
I cannot command my own destiny.

But I'll have it back.

And when I do, you'll know.

You'll be dead by then.

You watch your tongue.

Hung from new gallows,
your neck cracked in half.

Birds will peck at your flesh!

You curse me enough!

(gasps)

My talisman!

Ha!

Away, witch!

Stand back!

It works.

You see what I found in my barn?

That'll teach you
to go snooping around

where you don't belong,
you old hag!

Machif, halik!

Machif, halik!

Atini darli.

Stop that!

Atini darli!

(gasps)

Give it to me, my little one.

You don't want to keep
the devil's plaything.

It's dangerous.

You could hurt yourself.

No. (chuckles)

I've seen what it can do,
and I want to learn more.

Not silly, stupid, dirty old
tricks like the ones you play--

teasing hysterical girls,
giving animals the colic.

What good is that?

You make a few
simple people afraid.

They step aside as you walk by.

Of what use is their fear?

I want to make this bring me
every good thing in life--

the biggest house
in the village,

the richest man for a husband.

You two-faced whore.

Shut up!

You mean
to keep it.

Chaste lady.

Delicate feelings.

Oh, you show the world
such an innocent face,

but your heart is
as black as mine.

Now...

give it to me!

Or I will blast you
to the devil himself.

It's mine now.

(yelling)

(gasps)

(gurgling)

(sighs deeply)

Sangloi, ture...

(mutters)

Sangloi...

ture...

aura, sangloi...

What in the name
of all hell?

I killed you dead.

No, you didn't.

You couldn't.

Not like that.

Not with this.

Diabolic stench.

You have become one of us.

Where were
you just now

while you were dead?

Don't know.

I traveled.

I didn't see a path, but...

suddenly I was there.

Alone?

No, no, with Sarah Proctor
and Abigail Williams

and two women from Boston
who didn't tell me their names.

Yes, the coven.

And then there was a big
man all dressed in black

with-with-with... with
a gap between his teeth.

Did he ask after me?

Oh, no.

He had more important
things on his mind.

We-we sat together
for a while on a tree stump

and watched the others.

Sarah had a yellow bird

that-that-that sucked
her right there.

And Abigail, she had
a... a thing with wings

and two legs and
a head like a woman.

It was all hairy.

She set it on her lap
and stroked it like a baby.

Yes, what else,
what else?

And then the big man told me
that he loved me.

And that he'd give me a creature
like Sarah's and Abigail's

if I'd be his wife,

and sign my name in blood
in a big, black book.

He said that I'd have power
over all my enemies,

and that this-- this
was his present to me

for all eternity.

The unfaithful cheat.

He has deserted me.

You needn't worry, Mary.

I turned him down.

What?!

What do I want with
horrid little creatures

pawing at me, and spells
that do others harm

and don't help me?

And I certainly didn't intend
to make love with him.

His body is so peculiar,
don't you think?

I'll wager he was very angry
when you turned him down.

Hmm, you made
the right choice.

He's disloyal--

with the soul
of an adulterer.

Yes, I'd tell him that
to his face.

Now...

give me my talisman,
my pretty one,

and I shall have us out of here
in no time.

Oh, no, I'm going
to keep it.

It was a present.

It's going to bring me
every good thing in life.

It's going to bring
you death first.

Give it to me.

Oh, didn't I tell
you, Mary?

The man taught me
a funny little song,

and told me that if I sang it,

it would bound the talisman
to me forever.

Do you think
I sang it, Mary?

(sizzling)
(Mary screaming)

I hope that didn't hurt
you too much.

You've ruined me.

You've stolen my treasure away.

I have no more power.

Remember that, when you
listen to my proposition.

Now I have the talisman,

but I don't know enough
about how to use it.

And I certainly don't
want any more commerce

with you know who.

I'm not an evil person.

I just want a nice life.

Nicer than one I could
get all by myself.

I intend to be
the first lady of Essex,

but I need your help to do it.

Therefore, I'm willing to strike
a bargain with you.

If you will show me
how to use this thing,

I'll let you have it
from time to time.

Never.

Trial and error will show me,
if you will not.

That is potent magic.

Mustn't be fooled with.

One year for you,
one year for me.

Two for me and one for you.

Oh, demon's breath!
Will you listen to her?

Power without knowledge
is useless.

You could die an old woman
before you learn its secrets.

Or you could be hung first.

But I could show you
how to live forever.

Always young, hmm?

If you will share it
with me equally.

All right, agreed.

But you're not
going to cheat me.

We'll swear a solemn pact
by the old boy himself.

One year for you
and one year for me.

What a cunning girl you are.

"By the old boy himself"!

(chuckles)

How quickly she learns.

(muffled groan)

Do it.

(groans)

When Venus conjoins
with Mars,

we meet here again
and make the exchange.

One year for you,
one year for me.

Not one moment more.

Swear it by the
old boy himself

and by the talisman.

I swear, if you do.

I swear.

BOTH:
Utter destruction on the head

(echoing): of she who dares to
break this pact!

(thunder crashing)

That's the second time
you've tried to kill me, Mary.

Curse my luck.

I never thought the talisman
would protect you,

after you tried
to break the faith.

Oh, God, you should know me
better than that by now, Mary.

I would never take
a chance like that,

no matter how badly
I wanted something.

You see,

I'm quite sure that there are
two weeks left

before the anniversary.

But go on--

take it.

Still keeping up appearances,
aren't you?

Always the
perfect lady.

Never meaning
any harm.

Gets boring after 300 years,
Elizabeth.

I told you then and I tell you
now, you don't fool me.

There is no end
to your greed and lust.

But that's all right,
I admire that.

What I hate about you is that
you will never come clean.

For once in your life,
tell the truth.

Knock down the pretenses.

You loathe me
as much as I loathe you.

You were trying to steal
the talisman, weren't you?

And you were doing it
with Giles Corey in the barn.

(thunder crashing)

(crashing grows louder)

(crashing fades)

I told you there were
two weeks left.

(cat meowing)

Now you've broken the pact,
and look what's happened.

I didn't need to burn your house
or kill Puss

to get back at you,
after all.

Surprised?

You always did
underestimate me, Mary.

Just because
I like things nice,

I'm... I'm a hypocrite.

Inferior,
not quite a real witch.

You think magic
is all croaking frogs

and midnight trysts
with demon lovers.

Mud and blood and spit
and nastiness.

Well, I'm tired of it.

(meows)
Tired of your jabs.

Tired of watching you
use the talisman

for such petty, stupid tasks.

I took you on, Mary.
(meowing)

And I won.

And now I get to be
a witch forever.

Year in and year out.

If I pick you up...
(clucks tongue)

will you scratch me?

(meowing)

Come along, Mary.

I mean... Puss.

You're going to like Marblehead.

No, no, Puss.

You can't have the talisman.

NARRATOR:
The dark side is always there.

Waiting for us to enter.

Waiting to enter us.

Until next time, try
to enjoy the daylight.