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Previously on Salem...

MAN: (grunts)
(gasps)

No.

I'm sorry.

(groans, screams)

She deserves it.
But the innocent life

inside her womb does not!

That you spared me.

I know which one I want.
Mercy.

She keeps their manhoods
locked up in her room.

Go back. Go.

(screams, grunts)

Aah!

Who did this?
MERCY: Drink it,

and you, too, shall be free
of my hold forever.

I do not want it.

I have earned my reward
and my vengeance.

BOY:
All shall be as we agreed.

Once you arrange this
one last matter.

Murder my brother.

There's one with child.
Will you have a look?

I need to find him.

The baby's father?
Mm-hmm.

Cotton Mather.

This is too nice for a wh--

For someone like me.
ANNE: Nonsense.

This is now your room,
for as long as you need it.

What will your father say?

My parents passed away
during the plague.

I'm so sorry.

They're with the Lord now,

and I can use their name
and their fortune

to help the less fortunate
in Salem.

You were always so different

from everyone else
in this town.

So kind, so generous,

even to a fallen woman.

In this world,

no woman
should judge another

for the choices
she's forced to make.

And I'm quite sure
we are all fallen

in one way or another.

But when we fall,
we get back up.

GLORIANA:
(exhales deeply)

You need to get some rest,
Gloriana,

and look after yourself,

and most important of all,

the precious cargo of life
you now carry.

Every life is precious,

but I can't help feeling
the little babe in your womb

is especially so.

(exhales sharply)

("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

You look very fine
in that gown, Mother.

I am happy to see you
looking so ravishing.

And I am grateful
to the Baron

for restoring
my gowns to me.

I'd forgotten what it feels like
to dress properly.

Excellent.

He did right to do so.

Since today is indeed
a day worth dressing for --

a most special day.

Wednesday.

* Married on Wednesday,
Bedded on Thursday *

* Sickened on Friday,
Died on Saturday *

* Buried on Sunday

Every end
must have its beginning.

And some of us have been

awaiting this beginning
of the end a very long time.

And now it is here.

This Sunday
will at last be Black Sunday.

About time.
Yes.

It is all about time,
isn't it?

I'm sorry, dear brother,
to have tested your patience.

It it not about me or you,

But our brothers
must be released.

I do not answer
to them or you.

While you play with toys,
they burn in Hell.

Perhaps I made a mistake
choosing you, of all of them,

to help me?

Then why now, my Lord?

Because inside and out,
everything is finally ready.

These are the final five days
of life in Salem.

When Black Sunday comes,

all outside this house
will perish,

and all those fortunate souls
inside the Sibley mansion

will live to see the new era.

So let us savor
these coming days,

for soon we ring the change,

and nothing will be the same.

MAN: Open the gates!
Open them for the wagon!

(indistinct conversations)

(man coughs)

It's John.
It's John Alden, returned!

We're saved!
What happened at Deerfield?

My son, he lives near
the meeting house there.

I need to get
a letter to him.

How close
are the French?

Are we ready for them?

How stand our defenses?

(all speaking at once)

MAN: Help us, John.
WOMAN:
What did you see, John?

Are we ready? Help us.

(all speaking at once)

(indistinct conversations)

Where the hell
have you been?

And why the hell
have you taken so long?

The whole town's under attack,
and there are no defenses.

Treasurer Putnam
has disappeared.

Half of Salem thinks
I did away with him

and the other half thinks
he's fled for safety to Boston

and are preparing
to do the same.

I saved your life, Alden,
and I expected results.

(grunts)

There's no point
in building a stockade.

The French have their hands
on a weapon

that turns heart pine
into kindling --

a kind of powder
that burns like a forge

and can destroy an entire town
with a single shot.
Such things exist

only in the fevered dreams
of alchemists.

Really, Captain,

I expected more sense

from a hardened soldier
like yourself.

I've seen it with my own eyes
in Deerfield.

The town turned to ash.

Hundreds of people killed
in the blink of an eye,

and Salem is next.

HATHORNE: How can we possibly
defend against that?

By making sure
they don't take that shot --

not from close enough
to reach us.

Now, I'll build a perimeter
around town.

I'll round up
some men today.

(grunts)
That should do it.

Anything else I can get
for our hero?

Shave, haircut...

a meat pie?

Not for me.

All I need
is home and sleep.

But you can ask
the magistrate here.

He's paying.

If Salem's paying,

you might as well
get dinner out of it.

Two meat pies, please.

(cat meows)

I'm glad to see you alive.

The feeling isn't mutual.

Not for myself.

For Mary's sake.

And I have a mission for you.

No.
You haven't even heard
what the mission is.

I don't trust you.

I never have.

So the answer is no,

unless I get to see my Mary,
first.

I haven't laid eyes on
her since she walked
into that damn house.

It is dangerous.

And worse,
a waste of the very thing

we have the least of --
time.

Time runs out, Mother.

If we don't do anything
by Sunday,

this blood will be all
I have left of Mary Sibley.

COUNTESS MARBURG:
Then shut up and feed it to me.

The more of her blood I have,
the more I can help you.

(gasps)

Tell me
before it is too late.

How can I make her mine,

without that boy
destroying us both?

You have powers. Use them.
I told you.

I want
the love of a free woman,

not a bespelled puppet.

You do not have to
control her footsteps

to throw rose petals
at her feet.

Use magic to court,
not to conquer.

and leave the Dark Lord
to me.

I swear to you,
you shall see,

when the time comes,
I will deal with him.

I'm glad you have
your dresses back.

The Countess was wrong
to take them from you.

There seems little point
in such finery,

if Salem is to burn.

But you will not burn,
Mother.

You, above all, will be safe.

More than safe.

I have a surprise for you.

BOY: Black Sunday
will be the end for many,

but a new beginning
for us.

(exhales sharply)

You fool!

You risk everything
by snatching me from
that house so openly.

What if I had been seen?
You were not.

I have already dispatched
the Essex traitor,

and he
is the reckless one.

I was afraid
I'd never see you again.

I was afraid
of the same thing.

But now I'm even more afraid
for all of us.

Oh,
you are right to fear.

There is
a great terror coming.
I know.

I've seen it.

What does it do?

Burns. Everything.

JOHN: All of Deerfield
And everyone in it.

Oh, we have little time.

Your son intends to turn that
on Salem in five days.

Our son.

You did not birth him alone
or fail him alone.

But she's right.

We're running out of time.

Where did you get
that locket?

I saw Sebastian
give this to a French officer,

and that Frenchman
is now dead,

which means our son
must have some other plan.

So we need got to figure out
what that is,

and our best chance is --

Sebastian.
Yes.

Draw him out of the house.
Let me get my hands on him.

I'll make him talk.
No.

Against magic like his,

even your strength
will be useless.

Then what?

Leave us.

You taste so different.

For the first time
since we were parted,

you are kissing me,
not Mary the Witch.

Well, if you're no longer
a Witch, you're free.

We can leave.
No.

No, I'm free from my contract
with the Dark Lord,

but it was not his power
that brought me back.

It came from roots and moons
and blood and wombs.

Women's magic --
the Essex tree.

As I told you before,

if we have any future together,
John,

it must be here in Salem.

But if you have
no magic, either,

how can you expect
to stop Sebastian.

No.

We have no choice.

We must find out
what Sebastian knows.

I cannot let you
back into that house,

vulnerable and powerless.

Vulnerable I may be,
but I am not powerless.

I am the most powerful thing
there is.

(indistinct conversations)

My dear,
whatever is the matter?

Oh, nothing.

Merely
the end of the world.

Black Sunday is coming.

Black Sunday?

Satanic Easter --

The unholiest day
in the Devil's calendar.

(footsteps)

What is that?

Nothing.

Brown Jenkins running wild
with his new freedom.

Go on.
Tell me about Black Sunday.

Easter is the resurrection,

the foundation stone
of Christendom,

proof that God will judge
the world in righteousness.

So imagine then
what the Devil's Easter is --

Judgment in evil,

The beginning of
the Devil's reign on Earth.

Go on. Pack your things.

No. Why?
I told you.

Black Sunday is coming.

The boy said we have
but five days left

of life in Salem.

We must move
inside the mansion.

The only safe place
is inside.

Sunday?
I have things to prepare --

Anne, I will not leave
you behind like Lot's wife.

I did not come all
the way back to Salem
just to lose you,

or our child.

Rest assured,
my dear husband.

I will do
what I need to do,

and before Sunday,
I will join you in the mansion.

Yes. You will.

For you are now
not just my wife,

but my life.

GLORIANA: Cotton!

Cotton.

Hush now.

Everything is all right.

GLORIANA (weakly): Cotton.

I heard him!

I know I did.

Fever makes us hear things,

people, that aren't there.

It's only you and I here.

No, I --
And the baby.

And for its sake,
calm yourself.

Can -- can --
Can you not send him word?

If he knew,
I know he would --

Yes. I'm sure if he knew,
he would fly to your side.

He is that kind of man.

But remember,
Cotton Mather is a public man.

And when he returns to Salem
from Boston,

I will get word to him,
but quietly.

(chuckles)

(indistinct conversations)

Business. Governance.

These have been my brides.

(sighs)

Now I find myself happy slave

to such strange sensations.

Oh, I cannot
go on like this.

Business --
My business, your business,

this business of love.

All this must be one.

You are asking me
to marry you.

Yes!

You see?

We're already of one mind.

Let us be of one heart,
too.

Marriage, along with
the restoration of
your good name,

is the only way
we can be together

and keep hold of
what we both have,

and together
we can displace

that mealy-mouthed Mather
and his insipid wife

and become
first couple of Salem.

You are so very forceful,
my dear.

(chuckles)

And I love you for it.

Of course, I would gladly
accept your proposal.

But there remains
one obstacle.

Wh--What obstacle?

Name it,
and I shall remove it.

I swear.
Mm.

An obstacle named Isaac.

ISAAC: Good boy.

Good boy.

(horse whinnies)

ISAAC: Cake?

Mmm.

It's delicious.

(chuckles)

Bet there ain't much
in this world

that can't be made better
by cake.

If I was king of the world,

I'd say cake for everyone.

Cake every day.

Where did a little thing
like you

learn how to make
such a big tasting cake?

Well, my mama taught me.

Hers were better.

Well, she probably made
hundreds of them.

I wish she was here.

Nope.

No tears.

You are the luckiest girl
I know.

My mama's dead.

How's that lucky?
No, silly.

That's not the lucky part.

She loved you.

That's the lucky part.

Better to lose
a mom that loved you

than have one still alive

who gave up on you
out of shame --

One that wouldn't even
look you in the eyes

once you was branded,

kicked you out
your own home,

sold you into servitude.

But you know what
I think we need?

More cake!

DORCAS: (chuckles)

ANNE: Bastard Acacia...

...Black Nightshade...

...Fleabane...

...Tannis Root.

What do I lack?

Ah, yes. Grave Earth.

(scratches)

(squeak)

(screams)

JOHN: From this distance,
no French cannon can hit Salem.

They must not
get past this line.

MAN: What do we do
if we see the French?

Give the signal,
warn the next man,
and kill the bastard.

What if there's
more than one of them?

Then fight
like Tomahawk Billy.

Who's Tomahawk Billy?

Well, he's only
the toughest Indian fighter

I've ever met.

He took on five Abenaki
singlehandedly.

Why'd they call him
Tomahawk Billy?

Well, that's about
the best part of the whole tale.

You see, Billy took a blow,
a killing blow,

from a tomahawk
right to the chest.

He was a goner,
and so was I.

The last Indian
was right on top of me

trying to push
his knife down.

What'd Billy do?

He pulled that tomahawk
right out of his own heart

and lopped off
that Brave's head.

He only had enough time to say,
"There you go, Captain,"

and he was gone.

You're the watch now.

Stand tall.

Relief in eight hours.

All right.

You held up
your end of the bargain.

What do you want?

The Devil's brother
is determined to destroy Mary.

I didn't know
the Devil had kin.

The Devil
was not always the Devil.

The Devil was once an Angel,
an Angel named Samael.

By his side
stood another angel,

some call this one
the Devil's Right Hand,

his Sentinel.

And he and strives
to raise his old army

of fallen Angels
from Hell.

But he is convinced
that Mary makes the boy weak.

And whether the boy, Samael,
wants him to,

he will destroy Mary,

unless you destroy him
first.

Everything you need
to kill an Angel.

How the hell am I supposed to
kill him with this poison?

You must forge a dagger
with that in it

and kill him
with the dagger.

We need to talk.

We may speak without
fear of being overheard here,

except, of course,
by my mother.

I am not made of iron.

When you look at me
the way you look at me,

I feel it.

But I simply
do not understand why.

Why send me
your longing looks?

What is the point?

The point?

Have you understood
nothing of me?

From the first moment

I tasted you
on my mother's lips,

I knew there would be no other,
ever, for me.

No one whom
I could truly love,

and no one I would
want to be loved by.

Only you -- you alone.

I risked my life
to set you free.

And every day you walk the earth
and are not mine, I burn.

You're wrong.

I do understand.

I know you care for me,
but --

But you still yearn
for John Alden.

Are you blind?

It is not John Alden
who stands between you and I,

but my son.

He would kill us,
or more likely kill you,

if he had any inkling of
what passed between us.

Why do you
torment yourself and me

when you know
we can never be together?

I have a plan.

A plan?

I know precisely
how we can be together,

forever escape
that brat's control.

I'm listening.

Kiss me.

You'll have to do
better than that.

So will you.

(scoffs) A plan.

Perhaps you are just
a lovesick boy

happy to while away the time
in a dalliance with me

while the world burns.

I think you know nothing.

In a matter of days,
the French and Indians --
No.

The attack will not come
from the French and the Indians.

It will come from inside.

You see. I do know much.

And I mean what I say.

I'm not concerned
about the boy.

I know
you do not love him,

and I know
what to do about him.

Call it lover's vanity,

but I know
you love John Alden,

and I will not
risk my life

to save a woman
for another man.

John Alden
will always be my past

just as she
will always be yours.

Show me.

If you want to know
what I intend

to do about the boy
for you and I,

join me in my chambers,
tonight.

BOY:
Why so alarmed, Mather?

COTTON: Are you really playing
chess against God himself?

Get up, Mather.

A man can't write
on his knees.

And this is my house,
not His.

Here is a little test
for you, Mather

since you know your Bible
back to front.

So tell me.

Whenever a human being

encounters an Angel
in the books,

what are the first words
the Angel always says?

"Be not afraid."
Correct.

And did you ever wonder why,

when encountering
a human being,

an Angel must immediately
tell them not to be afraid?

Because Angels
are monsters.

We were then
as we are now,

fearsome engines of wrath.

The most terrible things we did,
we did on His command.

The Flood,
Sodom and Gomorrah,

the torments of Job, Jonah,
Daniel, St. Anthony,

and all other holy fools,

even the temptation
of Christ himself --

All on His orders.

Write that down.

That is your God.

A vengeful, jealous,
sadistic murderer,

and hypocrite.

And yet you plan a sacrifice
every bit as cruel

as the ones
you charge Him with.

Doesn't that make you
the hypocrite?
No.

I at least am honest.

I do not ask those I torment
to love and worship me.

I am satisfied
with mere obedience.

Bitter,
is what I would call you.

You don't just plan
a mass sacrifice.

You wish to inaugurate
an age of total war.

You cannot compete with man
for God's love,

nor with God's for man,

so you would see
his most beloved creation

destroy itself.

You, sir,
are the vengeful one.

All you want
is revenge on God.

It might be honest,
it might even be just,

but it is also petty,

and unworthy of one of
the architects of creation.

I like you, Mather.

You remind me
of Abraham and Moses

and a carpenter I once knew.

I believe you
to be a great soul

with a great destiny.

GLORIANA: (screams)

(sobbing) My baby! My Baby!

(sobs) My Baby!

Whatever is it?

It was trying to kill
my baby!

What was?

The creature
from my dream.

It was dark and twisted,
limbs blackened,

face --
a black mask of horror.

It was just a dream.
All mothers have them.

It's perfectly natural
to be worried about your baby.

I saw it.

I saw it as clearly
as I see you now.

And I -- I haven't felt the baby
since I awoke.

Not a kick, not a stir.
Shh.

I'm afraid.

(gasps)
Did you feel that?

See? Everything is fine,
Gloriana.

I know just
how to take care of you,

and I know exactly
what you need.

I lack just one more ingredient,
and I will fetch it tonight.

And then I will
mix you up something

that will take
all of your troubles away.

(chuckles, sniffles)

You already have.

Trust me, Gloriana.

This baby is as important to me
as it is to you.

(indistinct conversations)

HATHORNE: This way.

He's here somewhere.

Follow me.

Isaac!

I am disappointed in you,
Isaac.

I had such great hopes.

But you disobeyed orders,

run 'round chasing phantoms,

and you've ignored
your vital duties.

On your watch,

Treasurer Putnam has most likely
fallen victim to foul play.

I'm afraid you're through.

Turn over your nightstick.

Disappointed in me?

I haven't words
to tell these people

how disappointed
I am in you.

I thought you
a man of the people.

But he calls people like us
animals.

Fine then.

We are all
good, honest animals.

But you, Sir, are a snake.

I know for a fact
you gain from their misery,

collude
with their murderers,

and cover up the truth
at every turn,

to keep the good people
of Knockers Hole down

and your profits up.

That's enough. Take him.

No.

Isaac is a truth teller.

He tells the truth.

If you want to remove him
from his post,

you'll have to come
through us.

WOMAN: Away with you!

(all speaking indistinctly)

These animals,
they're on the verge of rioting.

We are outnumbered.

Surround me,
and let's get out.

It's not the end of this,
Isaac.

Three cheers for Isaac!

Isaac the Truth Teller!

Isaac our protector!

The Mayor of Knockers Hole!

MAN: Our protector!

You freed us, Isaac.

We're your men now.

(all cheering)

(cheers and applause)

(indistinct conversations)

(panting)

(pounding)

(breathes shallowly)

(sighs)

Archaeus of the womb,
Aqueous of the tomb...

...Golden seed
of lunar ghost...

...argent egg
of furious host...

...White Moon's dark
and Black Moon's light,

waters of blindness,

and fires of sight.

(Gloriana screams)

I have exactly
what you need

and I swear to you
on my parents grave

that what we do now

will absolutely ensure the life
and health of your baby.

I do trust you.

I'll do whatever you tell me
to do for my child.

Good.

This is the old way.

The way women have taken care
of women and their babies

since time out of mind.

Now, unbutton your shift.

(breathing heavily)

Now all you need to do
is lie down on your side.

(groans, sighs)

(exhales sharply)

I love this baby so much.

And you're doing
what's best for it.

* Golden slumbers
kiss your eyes *

* Smiles awake you
when you arise *

* Sleep, pretty wantons,
do not cry *

* And I will sing
a lullaby *

* Rock them, rock them,
lullaby *

(knock on door)

I'm pleased you've come,

and dressed like that.

Did you really think
I was so simple?

That one little kiss
from my longed-for Mary

and I'd be your puppet?

It will not be that easy.

I told you I had doubts.

And your kisses only gave me
more cause to doubt.

I could taste Alden
on your lips.

It was a farewell kiss.

I told you.

Alden is my past.
You are my future.

I believe that, Mary.

You will be mine.

But you're not yet.

I told you I could,
and would, save you,

but not for another man.

For us.

Come.

Have you forgotten
what it's like to have powers?

You may have none,
but I have enough for us both.

This is John's house.

Yes, my dear.

I'm taking you back
to your lover.

(heavy breathing)

Please stop.

Let us go back.

You can do whatever
you want to me, just --

just not here.

SEBASTIAN: Yes. Here.

Please me now,
here in front of him,

and I will rid us
of this burdensome boy.

No, he will see us.

Yes!
It will only fuel our fire.

I may not be able to change
in an instant

the way you feel about him,

but I can change
the way he feels about you.

SEBASTIAN:
Alden will see everything,
hear everything.

Most likely think it all a dream
in the morning.

But he will never forget
what he has seen,

nor will you forget
him seeing it.

(gasping)

(moaning)

(baby cooing)

COTTON: (laughs)

Hello, sweetheart.

Hello, little sweetheart.

Oh.

Oh, my love.

You have given me the greatest
gift a woman has given a man.

(baby cries)

(laughs)

(sighs) Oh.

(gasps)

Hello!

Little one.
(gasps)

COTTON: (laughs)

Hello, little one.

(cooing)
Oh. Oh.

My precious one.

GLORIANA: (gasps)

What --

(screaming)

What have you done
to my baby?!

I have done exactly
what I promised I would do.

I have ensured your child...

a healthy, happy life,

one it could
never have enjoyed

as the bastard child
of a whore.

But one that it is sure to enjoy

as the beloved child
of Cotton Mather and
his wife, Anne Hale.

(door closes)

(wailing)

-- Captions by VITA --