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The voice.

The year is 1645.

England is in the grip of bloody civil
war.

On the one side stand the Royalist Party
of King Charles. On the other,

Cromwell's parliamentary party, the
Roundheads.

The structure of law and order has
collapsed.

Local magistrates indulge their
individual whims.

Justice and injustice are dispensed in
more or less equal quantities and

opposition. An atmosphere in which the
unscrupulous revel.

and the likes of Matthew Hopkins take
full advantage of the situation.

In a time where the superstitions of
country folk are still a powerful

Hopkins preys upon them, torturing and
killing in a supposed drive to eliminate

witchcraft from the country, doing so
with the full blessing of what law there

is. However, his influence is confined
largely to the eastern sector of the

country, East Anglia, which is held
firmly in Cromwell's grasp.

But not so firmly that the roundhead
cavalry patrols have everything their

way. For there still exists an ever
-present threat from the remnants of the

royalist armies desperately foraging for
food, horses and supplies.

Stop that, Richard.

What? What you're thinking.

What am I thinking?

Ungodly thoughts of your Sarah, that's
my guess.

Thoughts of Sarah, yes.

Ungodly. Depends on how you look at it.

And you as supporter of Cromwell. Hold
your talking, you two.

Yes, sir. Of course, sir.

We'll be stopping in a few minutes to
give the horses a rest.

You can gabble all you want then.

Fifteen minutes, then we'll be on our
way again.

Get down!

Royalist snipers.

Probably only a few of them after food
and horses.

We'll flush the bastards out in no time.

Marshal, you stop behind and keep an eye
on the nags. The rest of you follow me

and keep spread out.

Robert?

Captain?

Captain Gordon, is that you?

We're here, Trooper Marshal.

It's quite all right.

Getting a bit nervous, were you, lad?
Aye, just a bit, sir.

No need to worry.

We've got them all, I reckon. Not quite
all.

One of them got away, sir.

Though I put my sword in him first.

We'd better move on out of this wood,
then.

If he has got away, he could still be
dangerous.

Swallow, bury Brace's body as soon as
you can. Look out, sir!

Thank you,

Trooper Marshal. He was trying to kill
you, sir.

I gathered that, Trooper.

It was a lucky shot, sir.

Yes.

Nevertheless, it could have ended my
career for good.

Right, we move out.

Swallow, join us as soon as you've
finished your business here.

Harcourt, give him a hand to remove the
bodies. Yes, sir.

So you granted young Richard here leave,
did you, Captain?

I did. Aye, two days.

Then you'll be away to see your girl, I
suppose.

And how will she greet you? Just
promoted cornet for killing king's men?

That's my reason for fighting. It's in
the middle of trouble, Lars.

What are you laughing at?

Leave him be, Robert. Start your season,
love.

Aye, I'm not ashamed of it either.

A toast, lads, to the lovely women of
Suffolk. And may they keep their beds

for General Cromwell's gallant men.

Come on, boy.

I trust you're well, sir. My body is as
strong as ever, but... The war

continues. Aye, we still fight.

And why... Well, my company's
recruiting.

I have two days' leave.

Then you must eat with us this evening.

I thank you, sir. We still have good
food, for all you soldiers take it from

And ale.

Come, we shall drink together.

Your experience.

It is likely our village has grown a
little smaller for you, eh, Richard?

Not so much smaller as lacking in
promise, perhaps.

In Ipswich or Cambridge, a man might
find better opportunities.

Richard, if you took Sarah to wife...
You mean you'd give us your blessing?

You would take her away from here?

You honour me, sir, but I only have a
small farm that belonged to my father

my soldier's pay, which is far from... I
am a little concerned with your ill

-kept lands.

And still less for the silver you get
for killing good Christians.

Forgive me.

That was unjust.

But there is trouble coming to this
village.

And I want Sarah far away before it
arrives.

Surely Suffolk should be free from the
king's armies.

It's not only the king's armies which
bring death this year.

The lack of order in the land encourages
strange ideas.

You mean more rebellion?

I'm sorry. You have worries enough
already.

But give me your word that you will soon
take Sarah away from here and you shall

ask her consent tonight.

You have my word on that, sir.

Good, Richard.

Good.

That's right, my dear.

Master Richard Marshall.

Far boy into soldier.

Welcome back, Master Marshall.

I'm glad to be back, Mistress Sarah.

By the way, Sarah.

I expect the meal at the usual time.

Yes, uncle.

Your uncle has agreed to our marriage.

Oh, Richard.

Oh, the army has taught you rough
manners.

Sarah, why is he frightened?

There have been threats to us since you
were last here. Threats? Why?

We've been called papists and idolaters
and filth chalked up on the walls.

They say we are king's creatures and
should be pilloried and worse. Who says

these things? We've become outcasts in
our own village.

Rest easy.

Now, no one shall harm you.

I put my oath to that.

And have you arranged a day for the
wedding, Richard?

No, sir.

Much depends on how the armies move.

Remember, it must be soon.

How certain are your fears of this
danger?

Perhaps just an old man's bad dream.

And being an old man, I must early to my
bed.

Good night, my dear.

Good night, Uncle.

Oh, and Sarah, remember to see the doors
are well bolted. Yes, Uncle.

And Richard, don't keep Mistress Sarah
up too late.

Country women need full eight hours in
their beds if they're to be proper wives

and mothers.

Good night, Gornet.

Night, sir.

And will you make a proper wife and
mother, Sarah?

I still have much to learn, Richard.

I'll teach you.

Now, didn't your uncle just say you must
hurry to bed?

He did.

And isn't he a wise man?

He is. Right.

How much further, Matthew?

You'll not call me Matthew.

I'm not one of your drinking cronies
carousing and wenching in the taverns.

you're not that. Remember, John Stern,
you ride with me only because you help

in my work. You call it work?

It's the Lord's work, a noble thing. And
a profitable one, the good Lord paying

in silver for every hanging.

That is blasphemy, sir, and hold your
tongue. I'm merely an honest man who

you get your confessions. The law has
prescribed you methods of interrogation.

And I have been blessed with the skills
to carry them out. Oh, stop your

gabbling. We have work to do in
Brandiston.

Who is it this time? The message tells
of a priest.

A priest?

One who gives worship to Satan and calls
him Lord.

Was the priest himself a witch?

There'll be others corrupted, too, I'm
thinking. You enjoy torture, don't you,

sir? And you?

Sir. Goodbye, sir.

Gone to be with you, Richard.

Goodbye, Richard.

Goodbye, Sarah.

I'll see you again soon.

Given up ale for stargazing, Tom Salter?
Not stargazing, Master Marshall.

Waiting. What for?

Matthew Hopkins, a lawyer.

Must be important that you wait after
dark.

Tis that.

Aye. Well, if I see a lawyer on the
road, I'll tell him you're here.

How far is it to Brandiston, friend?

About three miles.

Thank you. Are you the lawyer?

Aye. Name of Hopkins?

Aye, Matthew Hopkins, and this is my
assistant John Stern. Why do you want to

know, soldier?

There's some men from the village back
there waiting for you. Aye, they sent

us. What would a lawyer want in
Brandiston?

A man who may not be what he seems to
be.

Come, Stern.

Rose is his name. An evil man. A papist.
Burning candles and all.

That is no proof of witchcraft in
itself.

Dressed himself in devil's garments, he
did. And made unholy signs. He did, I

saw him. I will find out the truth for
you. Have no fear, friend.

Yes? John Lowe's?

So it has come to this.

You accuse me, a priest, of working with
the devil. We can only judge by the

evidence. And there's a lot of that, old
man.

I reject your accusations totally.

He's going to give us trouble.

A simple confession, priest. That's all
we ask.

Help us.

We've got a lot of work to do in
Brandiston.

Leave my house.

The pair of you. I told you it was going
to be difficult. I reject your foul

suggestions. Leave him and watch. Why do
you reject us, the true God?

Take him, Stern.

Look for the devil's marks upon him.
Right.

Help us, you two.

Look,

he still prays to Satan. Get on with
your task.

If the devil made you a priest, he's
going to have hidden his mark with a lot

care.

What purpose is this? When the devil
buys a soul, he marks the person's

so we will know him.

If such a mark is pricked, no blood will
flow, nor pain be felt.

be his niece.

Your name, child?

Sarah. I am Matthew Hopkins, witch
finder.

Being his niece, you too may be
corrupted by Satan.

No, not his niece.

A foundling, taken in by him and his
housekeeper. Are you telling me the

child? Yes, yes, of course. When she
died, I became his servant.

And you have remained innocent all of
these years?

Yes, sir, entirely. I trust you know the
old man?

Better than anyone.

In private talk, you may shed some light
on his innocence.

Private? Yes, away from the distraction
of the crowds.

Perhaps in the quiet of your room
tonight, you might be able to help me

him guiltless.

Would you release him now?

You might be convinced tonight that this
is all needless.

You will make every effort to present
the facts to me?

You may come to my room tonight, sir.

At what hour?

At eight.

If you will release him.

Now.

All right.

He can sleep in the jail.

And we'll be rid of him.

Has he confessed yet?

Not a word.

Well, then, stop this.

But he hasn't confessed.

Take him to the jail.

We'll continue the interrogation
tomorrow.

Jim.

You heard what he said?

You know what, Master? There's a couple
of right filthy girls. Filthy, they

were. Horrible to be old. Horrible.

Witches? Yeah, both of them. Matthew and
me.

Matthew. You know Matthew. He's my
partner.

Did it take you long to get a confession
out of him, John?

Well, a couple of days with one of them,
the other one. You want more ale, sir?

Go on, then, John. What about the other
one? Tell us about her.

Now, she was a real strange one, she
was.

Loved us for it. Like she wanted to get
stronger.

You came here for a purpose, sir.

I came here to get your evidence about
the priest.

He's been kind to me.

Perhaps he had a motive.

Men sometimes have strange motives for
the things they do.

I know.

My motive in coming here was to find the
truth.

About the priest, Master Hopkins. We'll
have done with him in a day or two. Have

no fear, child.

He's been good to me in his way. He is
an idolater.

He must confess and die. Stern will see
to that. Oh, no, please.

Don't let him be harmed. Please. You
seek to protect a witch from rightful

justice? Oh, no, not that bit. Couldn't
he be kept in a cell? He could do no

harm from a prison cell. Oh, please. A
justice must be done, my dear.

Grant me this.

Please, Matthew.

It's past noon, you unkempt lout. Get
up!

Get away!

I need air.

Where's the priest?

Where you put him.

In the jail.

We'll get him out and start questioning
him, then, eh?

No. What?

He stays where he is. Well, we haven't
had a confession at all. I said we'll

leave him in the cell.

All right.

All right.

What about the women? When are we going
to start interrogating them?

I tell you, I have a good few witches
round this place.

When you're in fit condition.

I'm fighting fit as it is.

Oh, and where were you last night,
Matthew?

I tell you, you've been a wanderer. You
here tell too much, man.

Master O 'Connor is the witch finder.

He says you'll be kept here,
interrogated no further.

Where are you off to, John? I'm going
for a walk.

By myself.

John, the witch finder. He's coming.

I

trust

you are using the prescribed method,
Stern?

Naturally.

Has she confessed?

Oh, give me time. She's only been here
an hour.

Continue with the interrogation.

I shall be gone for a while.

You're always going off somewhere, sir,
aren't you?

What do you mean?

Nothing.

I've been called over the hill to the
next village. I shall be back by

You will remain in charge here.

Carry on your work while you're away,
sir.

Indeed. And the priest, I said to leave
him be.

What do you want?

You.

Where's Master Hopkins?

Gone. Gone?

Where? Just gone.

Left me in charge.

Creatures being spared, eh?

Stern, the priest.

I've changed my mind.

Confess!

Confess.

He confessed.

I've heard nothing yet, Master Hopkins.

Refresh Master Salter's memory, Stern.

You heard him.

You did too.

Yes, Master Hopkins.

Witnesses.

Ugh!

you confessed idolaters.

However, these proceedings shall be
carried out through due process of law.

What law demands, we shall satisfy.

You will each be tied in a prescribed
fashion and cast into the moat. Should

then sink, we will know that your
confessions are false.

If, on the other hand, you are seen to
swim or float.

then your confessions of witchcraft are
proven beyond a doubt in the sight of

God. And you will be withdrawn from the
water and hanged by the neck until you

are dead.

You can't help me! No, Mr. Bissett!

I was child!

And who'd want to make you pregnant,
witch?

Quiet. Stern, go on with your task.

Satan is upon them.

The money from the magistrate. Nine
guineas in silver.

Good. Now we can leave.

Good morning, soldier.

Good morning.

What'll you be after in the way of
horses then, eh? A dozen or so for

Cromwell's armies up north.

Well, lost a few, have you?

Aye, at Cheriton Wood.

That's a pretty sorry -looking bunch of
old nags you got in there, friend.

The best we could find.

Well, I have to do.

A dozen, you say, eh? Aye.

We'll be back in Suffolk soon, where,
thank God, they still breed strong

Oh, I doubt you'll find much better
there.

I'm just back from those parts.

The mounts up there are much like these.

We've been through Branderston at all,
man.

Brandiston, aye.

On a fine commotion, they're staring up
there.

What, are you taking their horses?

No, nothing like that. A mass singing.

Who? Witches, I heard. Two women and a
priest.

Where was the priest from, man?

Brandiston, I suppose.

A brave old boy for all his white hairs.

Was he a friend of yours?

Two troopers, Gifford and Harcourt, will
be here directly.

Have them take these horses here back to
the regiment and report that I'm

delayed. I'll join them further north.
Do you understand?

Yes, but where will you be going to?

They took him and killed him. They said
he was an idolater.

I know. I heard.

Sarah... One of them.

The Witchfinder.

He... He...

I didn't want to.

I thought I could save him.

I thought they'd have pity.

We kneel before thee, O Lord, in
humility to ask for a blessing on our

union.

We ask for forgiveness of our sins and
strength to lead righteous

lives as man and wife.

We pray also for the soul of thy
servant, John Lois.

May he know eternal peace.

And it is in thy sight, O Lord, that I
hereby swear I shall not

rest from the pursuit of his murderers
till they stand before thee ready to

answer to thee for their sins.

Take this money and whatever you need
from the rectory and go to Lavenham.

You'll be safer there.

I will, Richard.

Find lodgings and stay there.

I'll come to you.

I love you very much.

Shepard, I seek two men, which finders
they call themselves. They were said to

be headed this way. Matthew Hopkins and
his assistant?

Aye. I've heard they're in Oxney, about
four miles yonder, but I can't be sure.

Thank you, Shepard.

Get out!

Come on, Johnny.

Give us a kiss.

Oh, get away from me. Oh, stop it, you
bloody rascal.

Stop it.

Here, I'll bet you two pennies.

Go on, Johnny. Be a love. Hail, soldier.

Aye. To wash the dust from my throat.

Another one for you? Get a move on with
it. Got a powerful thirst still.

Landlord, I'm looking for a man called
Hopkins. I heard he was coming this way.

Matthew Hopkins?

Would you know where he is, friend?

Ah, he's gone to Cambridge today.

But you've got an accusation to make.
I'll get your confession for you.

I do the pricking, you know, not
Matthew.

I'm your man friend.

John Stern, they call me.

I'm husband to Sarah Lowe's.

You, soldier, you are coming down to see
the magistrate. Am I?

Not with you.

Thank you.

For God's sake, Stern, what have you
done? Who was that? Richard Marshall.

Who? He's married to the girl, Sarah.

How did he find you? He was looking for
you.

He found out about Brandiston. We're
going out to separate.

I won't run from him. We have work to do
down south in Lavenham. Not me. He's

after our blood.

Seems to me he's already had some of
yours.

Well, he's not going to have any more.
You understand?

You're forgetting our powers.

He could be a witch.

He's a man who's out to kill both of us.
Then it appears to me that we should

take steps to see to his death first.

Come, we travel to Lavenham.

I full well understand your feelings,
Cornet.

But you're an officer in the army, a
soldier, and desertion is punishable by

death. However, in this case, there are
two factors which will stay me from

subjecting you to a full court martial.

One, we are grouped here at Naseby in
preparation for a major assault on the

Royalist armies. We need every man we
can get.

And you're a pretty good soldier, most
of the time.

Thank you, sir.

Secondly...

I would sleep ill if I had to send to
the gallows a man who had saved my life.

But, Cornet, remember this.

If you should leave your command again,
I will have no alternative but to throw

the whole weight of military law against
you.

Understand?

Yes, sir.

Dismissed, Cornet.

And may God help you in your search,
Cornet Marshall.

Richard, you're back.

Hi. What happened with the captain?

Nothing.

I heard about Brandiston, Richard.

Hopkins and Stern.

I'll find them somewhere.

But what can you do?

What proof have you that they committed
any crime?

I got Sarah's word on it. Is that enough
for the magistrates?

There'll be no magistrates involved.

What do you mean?

We'll talk more later, Richard.

We must be on our way.

We're after horses for this skirmish
that's coming up. All right.

Come on.

Parliament

men.

Comrades of friend Marshall.

There's some good ones coming now, look.

Let's make a run for it, shall we, while
we can. Be calm.

Yeah, but if they find out who we are,
they'll... They won't. Come on.

That's a fine horse you've got there,
friend.

The army needs mounts of such caliber. I
am not selling. But you will get your

money when the war's over. You don't
appear to understand. I am not selling.

but you are selling, friend.

And we'll take that one there, too. So
you filthy soldiers can butcher my mare?

Sergeant, he thinks we're filthy
soldiers, do you hear? Aye, I heard. You

go saying things like that, friend. What
do you need, a little army discipline?

I hear you need more pikemen in your
platoon, Sergeant.

You pay for this!

Thank you.

What you had there? Cost a pretty penny,
I reckon. We robbed the county mint.

Ah, Roy Jester he is. Yeah, well, a
day's fighting in Cromwell's army will

cure your wit, my lad. I am not doing
any fighting, either for the king or

precious Cromwell, either.

You mark that well, soldier, you coward.

Just like a friend.

Matthew Hopkins is no friend of mine.
Hopkins? The fancy boy who just made a

fool of your cavalry comrade. You rode
with him. I had reasons. He paid you? We

were partners.

In what business?

Extermination. Eh?

And what does that mean?

No!

Matthew Hopkins.

Sir.

Adequate. Very adequate.

We did our best, sir.

Labanum has served me well, Master Webb.
Now I must find out how I can serve

you. At your own will, sir.

Strange, isn't it, how much iniquity the
Lord vested in the female?

Pardon, sir?

Who makes the accusations?

Myself, sir.

Representing the town.

How many?

Three. And what age?

Well, two are young, sir. Elizabeth
Clark and Mary Reynolds.

The other's worn and old.

Fetch the young pair here to me.

What have the other had?

The old ones are more sensible.

It's the young ones who are stubborn.
They require time.

I see.

Sir? Yes, ma 'am? Your assistant, sir.

We were told he too would be coming to
Labanham.

He's engaged elsewhere.

He's fighting for the parliamentary
cause.

Oh. He will be joining you here, sir?

I really can't say.

You can manage without him?

Of course.

I apologize.

No.

Not only can I manage without him, but I
intend to instigate a new method of

execution. And you, Master Webb, you
shall aid me in carrying it out.

What's that, sir?

You'll see.

It's a fitting end for the foul
ungodliness in womankind.

Yes, sir.

Now fetch that young bear here.

An

excellent

meal, gentlemen.

There is little I find so satisfying as
good food after a well -earned victory.

Wouldn't you agree?

Entirely, General. A conflict that may
be so will go down as a triumph of your

strategy. Perhaps.

I would rather that it went down as a
triumph for the forces of true

Nevertheless, your name will symbolize
the victory, sir.

Whether I like it or not, eh, Captain?

Cornet, you so highly recommended to me.

Is he to join us? He's coming now,
General Cornwall. Good.

Amongst the most pleasurable aspects of
victory, gentlemen, is the opportunity

it affords to reward valor.

It rags almost with good food.

Cornet Marshal, sir.

All right. Rest, Cornet.

Your captain has told me about you.

He says you're a good soldier.

Thank you, sir.

He recommends that I promote you to
captain.

I thank you, sir.

I have a special mission for you,
captain.

Take three men and ride back into East
Anglia.

The king has escaped us and is rumoured
to be making for the Norfolk coast.

If that is the case, find and apprehend
him before he can escape to the

continent. It's an honour, sir.

Pick your man.

Start at once.

If you find the king... You will escort
him then to Norwich.

If not, join us in the west.

Good luck, Captain.

Shall we rest up for the night, Richard?

We got a job to do. We'll go on till
we've done it.

Do you mean looking for the king or
finding Hopkins and Stern?

Both.

Richard, you can't go off and desert
again.

I don't plan to desert.

But supposing you do find out where they
are?

Then I shall take temporary leave again.
For God's sake, Richard, I know how you

feel. But to risk court martial to kill
Parliament's own appointees, you'll be

hanged yourself.

Robert, I've taken an oath. I won't
break it. It's madness.

It's justice.

It's my justice.

You're going to try to drag out of me if
I take that one.

He's yours for a couple of guineas, sir.
A guinea.

A guinea and a half for getting me out
of bed at this hour in the morning. One

guinea. And a quarter?

I'll quarter you.

You drive a hard bargain, sir. Yeah.

And where would you be heading that you
need a horse in such a hurry?

To find my partner.

Your partner, eh? And what line of
business might you be in?

God's business.

Witch finding.

Witch finding. Oh, that's nice. That's
very nice.

You wouldn't make it again in a quarter,
would you?

Do you know a man called Matthew
Hopkins?

You know where he is?

I heard tell us such a man down south.

Leavenham, I believe.

What's he doing in Leavenham?

Extracting confessions, I don't doubt.

You let me have that four -legged
cripple now!

This happened three days ago. Why didn't
you report it to the militia then? How

should we know? It was the king himself.

A stranger? Obviously a townsman tries
to hire a boat to cross to France and

suspect nothing. The country's torn by
civil war.

I didn't know there was a war until you
gentlemen told me so. Oh, come on,

Richard. We'd better go back.

Aye, I suppose so. I want to pass
through Lavenham and see how Sarah is.

Lavenham? Aye. How far is it from here?
About two days' ride, I reckon.

They got more excitement over there than
any of your city folk's wars.

What do you mean?

They're burning witches there, I hear.

Some such rigmarole. They're lovin' him!

Ha! Ha! Oi! Quick, sir!

with the execution, then.

Bring forth Elizabeth Clark.

To be spent in the service of our Lord,
Magistrate.

We must thank you for your good work,
Master Witchfinder. Thank you,

for your aid.

Witchfinder!

Greetings, Stern.

That all you've got to say after leaving
me there with Cromwell's men? Well, I

provided us both with the opportunity to
escape. Only you did, and I was

captured. The fortunes of war, Stern.

You know me well enough to know that I
wouldn't hesitate to fire and kill you.

Aye, you would that?

I hold all human life dearly, Stern,
especially my own.

Oh, come now.

You've escaped and all is well.

Maybe. I even saved your share of the
pay, even though I did all of the work

myself. Now, are you going to be
sensible or do I kill you?

By the way, do you know what they call
me now?

What?

Witch finder general.

There are those who think that I should
be appointed such for all of England.

Appointed by Parliament.

Here, look.

Sarah, she's here.

Very nice of you, Matthew.

No, you fool. Don't you realize that if
she's here, that trooper must be around

too? He's away fighting.

Suppose he got leave off to Naseby.

Where do you think he'd go to see her,
of course?

Better move along than, eh? No.

That man Marshall is not going to give
up.

He's proved that to us already.

Then we have to get him before he gets
us, right? We have the power to do it.

Legally. Prove him a witch.

Exactly. He'd never confess, not that
one.

On his own, no.

But if we had him and the girl.

Yeah, she's the niece of a man we
executed for witchcraft.

And Marshall is her husband.

I owe that jumped up plowboy a seeing
to. Go out and ask around.

Find out if he's being seen.

If not, we'll tarry here a while until
he does arrive.

Who is it? Sarah, open the

door. It's me.

They were here, Hopkins and Stern. I
didn't know what to do. I saw them in

street. I didn't know whether I saw them
or not. I know.

Well,

I'll be in the tavern with the others
then.

He's here, Matthew. Just arrived.

Where's he gone?

To see the girl. Alone?

Yeah. The three others are in the
tavern. Go and get us an extra man to

Where are we going to take them,
Matthew? Up to the castle.

The magistrate here is very helpful.

That's where you interrogated the
others, is it? Yes.

Now hurry to it, man.

What are you going to do?

You say Hopkins arrived two days ago?

Yes. Then he was with the other one in
the street today.

And they haven't left yet?

I'm not sure. I've been too scared to
leave.

Come on.

Open up in there.

This man accuses you, Sarah Lowe's, and
you, Richard Marshall, of consorting

with the devil. Is that not so, Master
Webb? Tis that, sir. Will you describe

your evidence to us?

I observed the accused talking with
their familiars and making the signs of

Satan, sir. And what were these
familiars to which you refer?

Black Cat and Astote, sir. You're a very
observant citizen, Master Webb.

Well, Sarah, you confess?

What do you have to say, soldier?

I'm going to kill you, Hopkins.

I don't think you'll find that easy.

The law is with me, remember.

And what are you?

An accused witch.

They must be submitted to the test. Take
them, Stern.

What are we going to do with him?

Leave him. I'll inform the magistrate
later.

We have more important work to do.

Orders from the magistrate.

Suspected witches. Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

Yes, I heard them.

Where have they taken him?

To the castle.

Test them. Test them?

They're accused of witchcraft.

Harcourt, you come with me.

Yes, sir. Shall I look after him, sir?
Yes, try and find him a physician.

I've heard much of how Hopkins conducts
his interrogations.

Come on, Harcourt.

Marshal, do you now confess?

Keep at it, Stern. You're doing God's
work.

and his assistants there. Here, man.

Let us pass, then.

You're here to help the witch finder?
We're here to find him, yes.

Have you a sign pass?

Sarah, I'm going to place this iron on
your back.

Should you faint or cry out, we can only
take it that Satan has intervened to

spare you your agony.

However, I could show mercy if...

If Captain Marshall were to confess to
witchcraft first, what will you do it,

sir?

I shall kill you.

So you have no proper authorization,
then? What do you mean?

From the magistrate, authorization.

Not here with us, no.

Well, we'll go back and get one, then.

All right, then I'll let you part.

Master Webb, go and see what is the
matter. Yes, Master Hopkins.

What do we do, Matthew? We shall carry
on with God's work as before, man.

Then fetch Captain Marshall over here.
He shall kneel before his wife and watch

her suffering. But, Matthew... Go do it,
man.

from me.

You took him from me.

You took him from me.

May God have mercy on us all.