All language subtitles for The Woman Who Came Back (1945) 1080p.eng

Not far north of Boston

is a small town of Eben Rock.

Though it seems quiet and
peaceful on the surface,

300 years ago it was a
scene of the black terror,

the branding of innocent people as witches

with the penalty, death
by burning at the stake.

Reverend Jim Stevens
knows this story well,

for in this crypt under his church,

are stored many faded documents
that bear mute witness

to the narrow bigotry of
those settlers who brought

to the new world, the dark traditions

they tried to escape in the old.

Nor can the townspeople forget,

because still standing is the
home of Judge Elijah Webster,

who was responsible
for condemning 18 women

to their fiery death.

And by the shores of beautiful
Shadow Lake stands a shrine

dedicated to the memory of
Jezebel Trister, who when burned

with her dog at the stake, died screaming

that someday she would come back

to bring revenge on the
man who condemned her.

Hey lady, this ain't no bus stop.

No dogs allowed.

This is no ordinary dog.

Sorry. Company rule.

My dog goes wherever I go.

Then you'll both have to walk.

Where to?

To Eben Rock.

That'll be 30 cents.

What's this?

A pound note.

Well, it ain't any good here, lady.

You are mistaken.

It is legal tender in all 13 colonies.

Huh?

See there is the signature of the governor

of Massachusetts Bay.

The governor of-

Oh, for a moment, I couldn't think

where I was.

Have we gotten to Eben Rock yet?

Not yet.

I thought we'd passed it.
Are you going there too?

I lived there once long ago.

Now I am returning as
you are, Lorna Webster.

How did you know my name?

Once I knew a relative of yours?

I have no relatives.

This was our great grandfather,

three times removed, Judge Elijah Webster.

But he's been dead for over 200 years.

300 years.

What's your name?
- My name is Jezebel Trister.

Jezebel Trister.

Miss Lorna.

Lorna Webster.

- Matt?
- Darling, what's happened?

The bus, the lake.

There's been an accident.

Yeah, down by the lake, coming Doc?

I'll be with you as soon as I can.

Let's go.

Fix her a hot drink.

I wonder what brought her back.

Well, it's for no good, I'll bet.

Peggy, go upstairs and help Uncle Matt.

Peggy, did you hear me?

But mommy, it's Halloween.

Now none of that
foolishness, do as I say.

Oh, gee.

Tough on her, huh?

Yes, married her myself only a week ago.

How's Lauren then?

She'll be okay. She's home resting.

Mighty peculiar, but the
minute she comes back here,

there's another accident.

Are you trying to say that, Lorna-
- I'm not trying to say anything.

It's funny. That's all.

Well, I-

Is there anything I can do here?

I'm afraid not.
- No, they're all dead.

Oh, Lorna kept talking
about an old woman in black

who sat next to her on the bus.

Old woman?

Yeah.

Parson, I checked on
everyone they brought up

and there was no old woman among them.

Oh, that's strange.

Lorna was pretty incoherent.

Maybe she imagined it.

Yeah. Boys would have
found her otherwise.

Well, maybe the body drifted

and got caught up in the reeds.

But Parson, you heard what the Doc said,

she just imagined it.

Well, let's take a look anyway.

Not me, I've got enough to do here

without going on a wild goose chase.

Coming, Matt?

Well, Matt, I guess you're right.

We've covered every inch of the lake.

Lorna's memory must be
playing tricks with her.

Well, no wonder after
all she's been through.

Matt, I know you'll say
it's none of my business, but-

Go ahead.

Oh, pardon. Are you happy
about Lorna being back?

Extremely happy.

Good.

You were terribly in love
with her, weren't you?

I still am.

You ever find out why she
left us both flat at the church?

You know just as much about it as I do.

Lorna was always
different from the others.

She's always sort of withdrawn in herself,

over sensitive and then after
that series of accidents.

Oh, now you know that
was pure coincidence.

I know it, but Lorna blamed herself.

No, a girl could ruin her entire...
what is it?

Oh, there must be something
the matter with him.

Come here, fella. Come on.

I won't hurt you.

I wonder why he did that.

What are you thinking, Jim?

Well, I just remembered,

they said when they found the body

of the bus driver that his
throat was torn to shreds

just as though some animal had...

Just a few more days and
you'll be as good as new.

Why don't you let a
little sunlight in here?

Matt, you know I could
never stand the sun.

You remember that awful burn I got?

I'll never forget.
You were my first patient

and my loveliest.

And what a doctor you were.

That was the day we played hookie

and went fishing, remember?

That was the day I
fell in love with you.

Oh, I brought something of yours.

I had Ruth wash and iron it for you.

- That's her veil.
- Who's veil.

Hers, the old woman's,
the one I told you about.

Oh yes, the one who was supposed
to have been in the bus with you.

You don't believe me, do you?

Well, her body couldn't have just

disappeared into thin air.

Well, you'll never convince
me there wasn't an old woman.

Let's say she was a
figment of your imagination.

But then Matt, what's
her veil doing here?

Well, you had it with you that night
you came to the tavern.

Now don't let it worry you.

In an accident things get all mixed up.

It's best to forget everything
that happened that night.

What is it, darling?

I was just remembering
something the old woman said.

You mustn't think about her any more.

But you don't understand.

Maybe not, but there's
one thing I do understand,

you're back and that's all that matters.

See you tomorrow, darling.

Oh, Bessie, I want you
to see that Ms. Lorna's

kept very quiet for a few days.

I will if I'm strong enough.

She's far from well yet.

Have you any idea why she came back?

I don't even know why she left.

All I know is she's got me
turning the house inside out

and me with my arthritis.

Well the place could
do with a good airing.

300 years of Websters have lived here.

Yeah, and the whole 300 years of 'em

is hanging up here for me to dust.

Look at them will you, a fine bunch.

Old Caleb there, he was a slave trader,

used to make two trips a year
to the Gold Coast.

Joshua, he was what they
call a soldier of fortune.

Fought in every war that was going.

When there wasn't any going,
he started one himself.

Then there's Lucius, looks
like a prosperous banker, don't he?

Well, that's just what he was,

only I wouldn't like to count the widows

and orphans he jipped.

...best of the
whole bunch, he's in there.

Elijah Webster, now
there was a man for you,

a regular witch hunting
fanatic and a judge at that.

Now you know what he did.

I know that I've gotta be going.

Now, Bessie, don't forget what I told you
about Ms. Lorna

and don't work too hard.

Oh no, doctor.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Then why did you scream?

- I didn't scream.
- But I heard you.

But you couldn't have
heard me. I didn't scream.

I tell you I didn't.

Bessie, will you please go
to bed and leave me alone?

Are you sure it isn't measles doctor?

I'm terribly worried.

The only thing wrong
with your child is, madam,

she's been eating entirely too much candy.

Well, doctor, aren't you
going to sub- subscribe something

for her doctor, aren't you doctor?

Perhaps I might. Let me see now.

Yes, I think you give her
one of these pills every day.

She'll get well quickly.

Oh, peppermint.

Eh, see, isn't she
feeling better already?

But examine her some more.

No, no, no. I've got
another patient to see.

Oh, I know who it is, I know who it is.

Now, you be off with you,
you little rascal, go on.

Can't keep a thing from her anymore.

She's got ears. She only
repeats what everyone's saying.

What is everyone saying?

That you've been making a fool of yourself
ever since Lorna's been back.

Lorna's my patient and she's sick.

Not so sick that you have
to rush over there every day.

Haven't you any pride, Matt,

after she ran away without a word to you?

- Maybe she had reasons.
- Oh, sure.

You weren't good enough
to marry a Webster.

That had nothing to do with it.

Lorna always was mysterious,
kept things to herself.

She's been away two years.

Maybe she has a husband in New York.

Matt, I'm your sister,

I'm only telling you
this for your own good.

There are a dozen girls
you could choose from.

Girls with money and position.

I know you mean we", Ruth.

How you feeling, Bessie?

Oh, well, I've been having
trouble with my arthritis.

Oh, doctor, she's in there.

Well, what is my favourite
patient doing out of bed?

Hello, darling. I felt so wonderful.

I thought I'd surprise you.

Oh, now you won't need
this medicine I brought you.

Oh, I like that kind of medicine.

How can you see to read
here, it's pitch dark.

Oh, you'll have to
blame that on old Elijah.

I get my fondness of the dark from him.

Oh, the old scoundrel.

There, that's better.

Why, what's the matter?

The flowers, they're dead.

Oh, that's strange.

They were lovely when the
florist put them in the box.

Would you like some tea doctor,

though I don't know why anybody
would want to drink tea?

No, thank you.

Will you take these out, please?

They're dead.

Bessie, will you please take them out?

What were you reading?
- Oh, this.

The practise of sorcery and
witchcraft in New England.

Oh, this must be the book
that old Elijah Webster wrote

to prove there were witches.

I guess he had to prove it
otherwise he couldn't have burned

those 15 women he condemned.

Well, don't you believe that some
of those women might have been guilty?

Not one of them.

But Elijah Webster was
an elder of the church.

He was a respected judge.

Well, in those days there were lots

of witch hunters in New England

and they got a great
satisfaction out of calling anyone

they didn't like a witch.

Surely you knew that.

Do I?
- Read any history book.

Witch hunts were started
by mischievous children

or jealous adults.

Mob hysteria and over zealous
officials did the rest.

I wonder.

Now, Lorna, don't tell me

that you believe in witchcraft?

I only know this, people act strangely.

They do things over which
they have no control.

But that doesn't mean they're bewitched.

They're probably suffering
from some kind of neurosis.

What they need is a psychiatrist.

There is some people a
psychiatrist can't help,

But we don't condemn them as witches.

By the way, Jim Stevens
has been doing quite a bit

of research on the subject.

He's found some interesting information

in that old crypt under the church.

He told me-

Lorna? Lorna?

Hm? What?

What darling? What's the matter?

Oh, Matt.

I, Jezebel Trister, do hereby
confess that on this day

in the year 1645, there
appeared to me in the form

of a noble gentleman: the devil.

I signed with him a
compact by which he was

to transplant my immortal
soul at the moment

of my death into the body
of a young maiden.

This process, the devil,
did promise to repeat

for the period of 300 years

at which time he would
return to claim his own.

In each lifespan, I shall
be instructed in the ways

of darkness by an impure spirit
and familiar,

in the shape of a black hare or a goat or a dog.

I was granted the power to summon

and call, to cast spells and incantations.

Where have you been?

What have you got there?
- Nothing. Nothing at all.

Leave me alone.

So you found this in the
crypt under the church.

Now what were you doing there?

Well, I-

I thought I told you
to stay home and rest.

Oh, but I can't rest Matt.

I keep thinking... that old woman,

the one who sat next to me in the bus.

Oh, now Lorna, don't let's start-

Oh, I know you think
I'm only imagining it,

but I'm not, Matt, really I'm not.

There was an old woman.

She said her name was Jezebel Trister

and that she'd lived in Eben
Rock once a long time ago.

And that she knew my
great-great grandfather.

Matt, do you suppose-

Suppose what?

Why couldn't they find her body,

out of all those people on the bus,

why was I the only one who was saved?

Because you were lucky that's all,

you were thrown clear.

Oh, no, Matt, no. There's
another answer to that.

And it's right here in this confession.

He was to transplant my
immortal soul at the moment

of my death into the
body of a young maiden.

This process, the devil did
promise to repeat for a period

of 300 years.

Oh, you don't believe in this nonsense?

Oh, yes, I do, Matt.

That's why you couldn't find her body.

That's why I was the
only one who was saved.

This woman isn't dead.
She's still alive right now.

She came back to avenge herself

on Elijah Webster for
burning her at the stake.

And the only way she can get
back at him is through me.

And Matt, she's doing it. She is doing it.

I know it. I can feel it.

I feel as if I'm getting

to be just like she was,
something black and,

and ugly and horrible.

Darling, you mustn't talk like that.

I can't help it. It's, it's this town.

The people in it, even
the house I live in.

I feel as if I can't sit in my own

library without feeling
that Elijah Webster

is staring down at me.

That's what drove me away.

Lorna, there's no evil in this town.

There's no evil in you.

You're just plain Lorna Webster

and I'm plain Matt Adams,
two people in love.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to take you away from here today

and have Ruth fix you up a room at
the tavern where you can rest.

And then as soon as I
can make the arrangements

we'll be married and go away
on a long, long honeymoon.

- Oh, Matt, if only we could.
- We can and we will.

- Hiya Doc.
- Hello Noah.

Like to try your luck?
- Oh, no, I don't-

Matt, I'd like to.

Sure, we'll go ahead.

What's the big idea here, Noah?

Oh, it's just a new
twist on an old idea.

It seems in the old days, if
you weren't so fond of someone,

you'd make an image or a doll
of them outta wax or clay.

Then you'd stick a pin in the image

and the real guy would take sick.

What do you mean the
real guy takes sick?

Why, you'd cast a spell on 'em.

Of course, you had to be a
mighty powerful witch to do that.

Now, take Ms. Lorna here.

Now suppose she was possessed when
she winged that do" there,

the one that looks like the sheriff.

You know what would happen?

Why the sheriff would die a horrible death.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

Matt. Let's go.

But I thought you
wanted to try your luck.

I, I don't think I feel
very lucky right now.

Please take me home.

Step right up folks. Don't be bashful.

What's it gonna be, Noah?

A weather vane.

That's what it's gonna be.

Looks like a witch
on a broomstick to me.

Well, a bad weather vane then.

Ruth, I can't thank you
enough for letting me stay here.

I hope we'll be very good friends.

Matt tells me you expect to get married.

Have you set the date yet?

Well, we've talked about it.

Nothing definite. Sometime very soon.

Lorna, do you really love Matt?

Well, of course I do.

What made you ask that?

I don't know.

Maybe because I love him too.

I'll finish that.

You can feed the gold fish if you want to.

There's a carton of
food on the windowsill.

All right.

Say, Lorna, how would you
like to pose for a weather vane?

Ah, forget it. I was only joking.

Ruth, if I leave here, you'll
be much happier, won't you?

You can stay as long as you like.

It doesn't make any difference to me.

But you really don't think Matt

and I should be married, do you?

I didn't say that.

But that's what you mean, isn't it?

Mama, Mama?

What is it, darling?

My gold fish, they're all dead.

Why, that's impossible, darling.

Lorna just fed-

Don't let that worry you, darling.

You just took the wrong
package off the shelf

and made a mistake, that's all.

Now you run on back to the
tavern and get changed,

and in an hour or so I'll pick you up

and we'll drive into town together
and have dinner

and look for some new goldfish.

I'm not going back to the tavern.

Why not?

Matt, I don't even think
we should get married.

Because of what Ruth said.

Why that's ridiculous.

No, it isn't ridiculous.

When I first went to the tavern,

I thought everything would
be all right, but it isn't.

And it won't ever be.

Matt, why won't it ever be?

Oh, no, darling, please.

Why did the goldfish die?

Why did the flowers die?

Why did I pick up the wrong
package from the shelf?

Matt, why did those things happen?

Why do they always happen?

Stop it. Stop it.

You're behaving like a
child, a hysterical child

afraid of its own shadow.

Unless you pull yourself together,

you'll go completely out of your mind.

I won't have any more of this, understand.

Lorna.

Beautiful... beautiful and treacherous.

The lake.

Look at it. Quiet and
peaceful, sun shining on it.

You'd never dream that a dozen
bodies had been pulled out

of there only a week ago.

No, you wouldn't.

Some people are like that.

Calm and peaceful on the surface

and underneath full of
dark little secrets.

Well, that's enough philosophy

for one day, even for
a preacher.

How's Matt, everything
all right between you two?

Oh, I, I don't know.

Still thinking about Jezebel Trister?

How, how did you know about that?

Matt told me all about it.

Mr. Stevens, ever since
that accident, I've,

I've had the most awful feeling that I,

that I'm slowly changing,

Changing?

You must think I'm a,
I'm an hysterical child.

No Lorna, anybody can
change, for good or evil.

If you're convinced that
something's going to happen,

it will happen.

You've got to find
something to believe in.

Something fine and good.

Lorna, are you in love with Matt?

You know I am.
- We", get married.

Get married right away,
and then you won't change.

You'll stay just as you are.

You wanna stay that way for his sake.

Lorna, come on up to the
house. I've got a book for you.

- A book?
- Yeah.

And it's called The Origins of Superstition.

I think you ought to read it.

In each lifespan

I should be instructed
in the ways of darkness,

by an impure spirit and
familiar in the shape of

a black hare or a goat or a dog.

Go away. Go away.

Get away from me. Leave me alone.

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

I was on my way home from Shirley's

and I thought.

What did you think?

If I come home wet, mommy
will give me the dickens.

She told me if the rain didn't let up,

I was just to stay overnight.

But I had a fight with Shirley

and. . . Ms. Webster?

Yes, dear.

Could I stay here till it stops raining?

Why of course you may.

I'd better call mommy and
let her know where I am.

No Peggy, I'll do it.

- There's no answer.
- No answer.

I, I think the storm must
have blown the wires down.

You'll have to stay here for the night.

Here, let me help you off
with those wet things.

Don't touch me.

Why Peggy, what's the matter?

You mustn't be afraid.

Peggy, Peggy, come back here.

Peggy. Peggy!

What is it, Matt?

How long has she been like this?

All night. Ever since
Noah brought her home.

Don't be afraid to tell me the truth.

I don't know yet.

My doll.

Mommy, I want my doll.

There, there, darling.

I've sent for it.

How is she, Doc?

Noah, how'd you happen to find her?

I was just driving back from Boston

and saw her running along in the rain.

Mommy, my doll.

Ruth, what happened to her doll?

I don't know. She took it
to her friend's yesterday.

But they say she had it
with her when she left.

I didn't notice no
do� when I found her.

The one you fixed up for her, Noah.

The one that looks like Peggy.

Well, that one I would've noticed.

She's been crying for it all night long.

But she has other dolls.

Plenty of them, but she
won't look at any of them.

Matt, I'm so worried.

Peggy's never been sick a clay in her life.

Not like this.

Isn't there anything you can do?

How was she acting when you found her?

Sort of hysterical. Scared.

Scared? What do you mean?

Like she was running
away from something.

Where did this happen?

Out near Lorna Webster's place.

Oh, you want me to fix up
a new doll for Peggy?

Yeah, that'd be a good idea.

Matt, do you suppose that-

Now, Ruth, don't start imagining things.

Mommy, I want my doll.

There, there, Darling. I've sent for it.

My doll.

Doctor Adam, I wanna ask you something.

I'll see you later, Bessie.

Hello Matt, I didn't
expect you so early.

Yes, Lorna, I want to talk to you.

How's Peggy?
- Do you know she's ill?

Why, no.
- Was she here last night?

Why do you ask that?

Oh, Noah found her
wandering about in the rain

and thought she might have come from here.

What was the matter with her?

She's very ill. She's hysterical.

Keeps asking for her doll.

- Her doll?
- Yes.

We thought she might have dropped in here

to get out of the rain
and left the doll behind.

No Matt, she wasn't here last night.

Ms. Webster?

Yes, Bessie.

I want to talk to you.

Excuse me, Matt.

When are you planning on leaving?

Just as soon as I can
get my things packed.

Say, how is Peggy? What
happened to her anyway?

No one knows for sure,
but I've been thinking, see.

And if you want my opinion...

Any change, Doc?

Gimme a glass of wine.

The doll didn't make no difference.

I fixed it up the best I could.

She just threw it aside.

Want me to go ahead with the new doll?

Wouldn't do any good, Noah.

It'll take more than
a doll to cure Peggy.

Of course, it's none of my business,

and I ain't saying I
believe in these things,

but people are beginning to talk.

What are they saying?

They think it's mighty strange,

Peggy taking sick all of a sudden

and the doll all chewed up like that.

They think she's been bewitched.

They think somebody tore her
doll all apart on purpose

to cast a spell on her.

I wouldn't say that, Noah.

I ain't saying it.

But the doll looks exactly like her,

and the kid was coming
from Lorna Webster's house

and after what happened
at the charity bazaar.

I said I wouldn't say that.

Okay, Doc.

Okay. I was only kidding.

I don't like that kind of kidding.

Going out, Ruth, it's cold.

There's something I have to do.

- Won't it wait.
- No, it won't wait.

Please God, make her well again.

She's such a little thing to suffer so.

Noah says she's been bewitched.

I don't know about these things.

All I know is she's sick

and something, someone here
in Eben Rock is in back of it.

Whoever it is, destroy them.

Destroy them before they destroy

Peggy and Matt and all of us.

Matt, Matt. Matt.

- What's the matter?
- What happened?

I was coming from the church.

Just as I got to Lorna Webster's

it started following me.

It got closer and closer.

Mrs. Gibson, what was following you?

I'm not sure. I think it
was some sort of an animal.

It was huge, black.

Where's Matt?

He's upstairs Mrs.
Gibson, I'll go with you.

Something wrong in this town.

You hear that?

She said it started at
the old Webster place.

She said it was an animal.

Yeah, it might not have been.

Mind you, I ain't saying I
believe in these things, but-

May the word in my mouth,

the thoughts in my heart
be always acceptable

in thy sight, oh God.

My strength. My redeemer.

I want to talk to you
today about something

that threatens the peace of our community.

During the past week, I've
heard rumours circulating,

ugly rumours.

I don't know exactly who started them,

but I have an idea.

Anyway, that isn't important.

However, what does matter is
that some of you are beginning

to believe those rumours.

You all know what I'm referring to.

Several strange things have happened.

Little girl stricken down by illness.

Others frightened almost to death.

These rumours would have us believe

that all these happenings are
the work of someone among us.

Someone who is evil.

My friends, there is evil in all of us.

Yet none of us is so evil

that he can do other
than he is willed to do

for there is a higher power

working through us in devious
ways to accomplish good.

We don't always understand those ways,

but we must keep faith
with that higher power.

You'd better come right away, doctor.

All right.

Something's happened to Peggy.

I'm taking her to the hospital.

I'm coming too.

No, Ruth, you'll do
Peggy more good right here.

As I was saying, we must keep faith

with that higher power.

Now, during the past
week, I'm sorry to say,

I haven't seen much evidence
of that sort of faith.

Instead, I've seen a
growing cloud of distrust,

suspicion and fear.

The kind of fear that filled
men's hearts 300 years ago

when they dragged innocent
people from their homes

and burned them at the stake.
So childish, so stupid.

I tell you, all these
things that have happened,

the footsteps, the sudden
illnesses, they frighten us only

because we haven't the power to understand.

There is someone who does
understand for who else,

but he is responsible for them.

I'll tell you who, none
of these things happened

until she came back.

She hates us here, every one of us

because we know her for what she is.

It was she who made my Peggy sick.

It was she who tried to kill me.

Please, Mrs. Gibson.

12 people were drowned in
the lake the day she arrived,

but she was saved.

They've just taken my
baby to the hospital.

Please take your seats.
This is a house of worship.

Please take your seats. Everybody, please.

The Lord is
my shepherd, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie
down in green pastures.

He Ieadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He Ieadeth me in the
paths of righteousness

for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death

I shall fear no evil,

for thou art with me,

thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table

before me in the presence of mine enemies,

thou anointest my head with
oil, my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

all the days of my life

and I shall dwell in the
house of the Lord forever.

She didn't respond to sulfathiazole.

No, not at all.

Yet we know it's not virus pneumonia.

There must be an
emotional element involved.

She doesn't seem to want to get better.

Have you any idea why she
wouldn't want to get better?

No, I haven't.

What about this doll here?

Remember you told me it
was taken away from her.

That could be it.

Children form strong attachments.

When they lose something they're fond of,

a pet, a play thing, it affects them,

far more than we realise.

But she's got the doll back now.

But she's too sick now to know that,

the harm has already been done.

Isn't there-

There's still some things
we doctors haven't learned Matt,

some forces we don't know how to fight.

Ruth, I'm going back to
Eben Rock for a while.

Ruth?

All right, Matt.

Jim.

Jim Stevens.

Down here in the crypt.

Hello, Matt.

What are you doing down here, Jim?

Oh, just going over some
of these old documents,

seeing what I can use for the book.

The book?

Yeah.

I'm writing the history
of Eben Rock, remember?

Oh yeah, of course.

What happened at the hospital?

We should know one way
or another by morning.

It is pneumonia then?

Yes, it's pneumonia.

But still-

Still What?

All your life you think
along certain lines.

You know, superstitions are ridiculous.

You're so darn sure of yourself. And then-

Then what?

Matt, you're not beginning
to believe these rumours.

I dunno what I believe,
Jim, I'm all mixed up.

Well you're a doctor,
you're a man of science.

I'm just beginning to find out

that science doesn't know all the answers.

Wait a minute.

We've got to keep our heads, you know?

Yeah, I guess you're right.
Won't do Peggy any good.

Now wait a minute. There's
Lorna to think about.

Today at church after you
left, it was quite a scene,

almost a demonstration.

Against Lorna?

They still seem to think
that Lorna's responsible

for Peggy's illness.

Do you think they might get out of hand?

Well, there's that too.

Although they did quiet
down after a while.

No, I'm thinking the effect the
scene must have had on Lorna

in her present state of mind.

Jim, I'm going right over to get Lorna,

and you can marry us now

and then we can go away somewhere together

until all this is blown over.

No, Matt, the only way
is for Lorna to stay here

and fight it out with herself.

I suppose you're right.

I'll be getting back to the hospital.

Oh, wait a minute.

Let me put these things away
and I'll go with you.

These are some old records I thought

might come in handy.

Here, wait a minute.

- It's stuck.
- Yeah.

There's something fallen in behind.

Let's take it out.

Oh, yes, here's the trouble.

Elijah Webster, his journal.

Gimme that.

Oh, this is wonderful.

Come on, Jim. Let's go.

Here, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

November 10th, 1645AD.

After much violence, the woman,

Jezebel Trister, was
this day brought to trial

accused of practising the
black art of witchcraft.

When called upon by the elders to confess,

she did refuse, pouring forth the torment

of abuse and calumny

until measures were taken to silence her.

There upon she was handed into my custody

for further question.

November 11th, November 12th.

A fortunate clay indeed,
for in Jezebel Trister

I have at last found someone...
to serve my purpose.

I put quill into her hand
and directed her to pen

a confession stating that she
had indeed formed a compact

with the prince of darkness.

With this document, I can
now quell the growing doubts

and whisperings of the townspeople,

whisperings that rise up on every side.

Why of course. Why
didn't we think of that?

The confession had to be a forgery.

It had to be Elijah's word.
It was too well put together.

Yes, Jezebel Trister couldn't have
thought that up herself.

She was too ignorant. Do
you know what this means?

It means that if this
doesn't bring Lorna

back to her senses, nothing else will.

Well, come on, let's get out of here.

Go away, go away.

Matt, you remember what
it said in the confession?

That the lifespan of Jezebel Trister

would be renewed for a period of 300 years.

Yeah, I remember.

It's exactly 300 years
today that she died.

So?
- No, nothing. Just interesting.

It'll be far more
interesting to see Lorna's face

when she reads this diary and realises

the confession was a phoney.

Well, that ought clear everything up.

What do you mean ought to?

It's still the old woman in the bus.

This doesn't explain her.

She doesn't need any explaining.

She only existed in Lorna's imagination.

But what those people are doing here?
- I'll find out.

No, no. Come on, Matt.

- Look!
- Those hoodlums, I'll fix them.

No, no, no, wait.
Wait Matt.

Lorna.

Jim. Jim, are you badly hurt?

Oh, I'm all right.

Well, what happened?

Oh, Lorna. Lorna, she's upstairs.

Lorna.

She's heading for the Lake.

Lorna.

Lorna Webster, just hit
that doll with this dart

and the sheriff will die a horrible death.

No, no.

Lorna Webster.

You killed my goldfish.
You killed my goldfish.

No.

Lorna Webster.

It was you who made my Peggy sick.

It was you who tried to kill me.

Yes, you.

- No.
- You. You!

- You're a witch.
- A witch!

A witch.

A Witch!

Lorna.

Lorna, it's me, it's Matt.

It's all right, Lorna.

Everything's all right.

Matt, can you come here a minute?

What is it, Jim?

The one thing we couldn't explain.

The old woman who was in the bus with Lorna.

How could she get up here?

The dog, I suppose, trying to save her.

You're spoiling me.

I haven't begun to spoil you yet.

Children, they've
identified the old lady.

It seems that she escaped
from the county farm.

Oh, how interesting.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You see, she used to
live here in Eben Rock

and she knew all the old legends.

You don't say.

That's how she became identified with

Jezebel Trister and believed
that she was Jezebel Trister.

We understand you, like some people
believe they're Napoleon.

Well, I must have been
as crazy as she was.

Imagine believing in witch-

Oh, Matt.