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(CAWING)

What spurs you to send for
us so urgent justice Pike?

There is here, in the village,
a young couple who claim their

mother, Elizabeth Gadge, is a
sorceress and much talk of her

devilry they do recount.

We will be the judges of
what is or is not devilry, sir.

Indeed, we've just ridden from
Southampton, where an iron

founder had reported a black imp
hopping side to side

in a chimney stack and taunting him
that his hair was fair like a maiden.

- How monstrous.
- In truth, the imp was nothing

but a carrion crow caught by
the leg in a griddle.

Indeed.
Things are not always as they seem.

'Tis true, the crow may not
have been an imp,

but was, in fact, a familiar
and it did tell us when questioned,

the iron founder
was himself bedevilled.

The crow did not tell me that Mr Warren.

I heard it say nothing.

What action was served?

We were paid by the mayor quite
handsomely and the iron founder

was sent to trial in accordance
with our methods.

And was he found guilty?

After several hours,
his tongue was made loose.

By what persuasion?

It was cut from his head with
tailor scissors, to which he died.

The devil did throttle him that
he would not reveal his accomplices.

Your reputations precede you, gentlemen.

News of our witch has spread.

Our inns are thriving with new trade.

Not since the escaped cow
has there been such excitement here.

Well, then, let there be
investigation and arraignment of

this old woman and in the morning,
we will consider how far

Satan prevails amongst you
in respect of witchcraft.

Heaven save us.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Have you enough light, Mr Clarke?

It will suffice.

I have a list of fees and expenses
thus far,justice Pike.

Yes, of course.
It will be paid forthwith.

Linen and sundries,
pomade and foot powder,

various inns and dwelling houses

in and of our three day ride
and to maintain

the company of our horse.
20 shillings.

20 shillings. Yes, well, I suppose
there are yet two of you.

Uh, this was for my services alone.

Mr Clarke has his own bill
for presentment.

Oh, I see.

CLARKE: Which can be visited after
a verdict is settled, justice Pike.

Lest she is innocent
and her accusers prove wrong.

'Tis unlikely,
from the little I have heard.

Which is nothing. Let us at least
hear the testimony

of the poor old crone before
we reward ourselves with gold

for burning her to death.

Before we begin, gentlemen,
would you permit me to set down

your likeness in my book, that I
may remember this, our meeting?

Of course.

Thank you. I will have it framed
and hang it in your honour.

Sir Andrew, would you like me to
do a likeness of all of you together?

- Well, if it is no imposition?
- Very well.

This is our cobbler,
Richard Two-Shoes.

He will serve to guard
the old woman during our trial.

God bless you, gentlemen.

'Tis a great honour for me
to aid you in the trial of this witch.

Indeed, Richard, but use not the
word "witch" until she hath made

her confession.
We must give the hag a fair hearing.

(CROWD CLAMOU RING)

She must be here.
Shall I let them in, Your Honour?

Very well.

Oh, God!

(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)

Order! Order!

Welcome to the Little Happens
witch trial. Now I know many of you

are strangers to our parish, but we wish
to welcome you here today.

Whilst visiting Little Happens,
may I recommend

you explore our village green,
which has a pond with a duck.

MAN: And a bench.

Yes, we must not forget the bench.

Should that not be exciting enough,

we welcome two of our country's
leading witch-finders,

Mr Warren and Mr Clarke.

We are but here to serve the
Lord in his quest to rid England

of these damnable practices.

Now, bring forth the witch!
Oh, the accused woman.

CROWD: (YELLING)
Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch!

What is happening here? Sarah!

What is this?
I was in bed, I had hot milk.

Or was it cold milk from a
devil's tit, Elizabeth Gadge?

Hey? Who are you that ask
with such authority?

Elizabeth Anne Gadge, you have
been accused of the practice of

-witchcra1"t and sorcery.
- What?

There are those here who think you are
an enchantress. You are to be tested.

Who? Who here calls me witch?

I do.

And I.

- What?
-(ALL GASPING)

This is for their attic room returned.

They have want rid of me
since my husband took sick and died.

He and four cows in one morning.

A week did it take
to dig a hole big enough.

If...

After trial by council, being duly
and lawfully convicted,

ye shall suffer the pains of death
and shall lose the privilege of

clergy and sanctuary.

- What means he by that?
- Shush! Quiet Sarah. All will be well.

Oh, my daughter, you need only
have asked for the space.

I was moving out within one month.

I'd found a little cottage
in the next village.

Much Happens,
an exceedingly dull place.

Let us hear what has
brought you to this point.

Come forward,
Thomas and Goodwife Nutter.

Warren, Clarke, you may proceed.

So tell us now of all ye spied,
Thomas Nutter

and Mr Clarke will take heed of it

and writ as evidence,
your cursed testimony.

That we may better remember
the facts of this matter.

My name is Thomas Nutter and
this here be my wife Sarah Nutter.

We did yester night and for many nights
afore, spy Elizabeth Gadge,

mother of my wife, creep abroad
and meet with a fiend.

Covered as we saw her in brown fur and
suck upon a black teat until sunrise.

- What?
- Disgusting.

Swear you to these sights Goody Nutter?

Indeed it is true, sir. I have
followed her myself whilst

Thomas has been sleeping
or at shit, and I sometimes seen

a white dog appear and dance a jig.

Yes, it lives next door.
'Tis a spaniel called Rory.

PIKE: Silence!

How oft has Old Gadge creeping,
met and suckled at the black teat?

Never! I've suckled on a few
things in my three score and ten,

-but never a black teat.
-(ALL LAUGHING)

By the authority of this court,
I demand silence.

You shut your hole, Elizabeth Gadge.
May I strike the witch, sir?

Not just yet Richard Two-Shoes.

Perhaps we should introduce

Mistress Gadge to The Witch's Stitch,
Your Honour.

Is this one of your fabled
witch-finding devices?

Uh, no, Your Honour.
It is but a needle and thread.

Mr Warren will sew up the crone's mouth.

That she be more encouraged
to listen than talk.

Sarah, relate also the sighting of the
imp that met in your mother's company.

Now we get to it.

I did see my mother converse
with an imp in the shape of a

small mouse, which she did keep
hidden in a wicker bottle.

(IN DISTINCT MU RMU RING)

I see.

And could this imp, in fact, be a
small mouse in a wicker bottle?

- Uh...
- I had thought so, too, but Sarah

did hear it speak in a strange language
and Elizabeth Gadge did reply.

Had the creature a name?

She did call it Snowflake.
And she did whisper to it and laugh.

And was this language like that
of a mouse squeaking?

You know it?

These are learned men, Goody Nutter
and have witnessed much

that is strange.

So you concede, Elizabeth Gadge,
that you gave this creature a title?

Yes, he was as white as the snow,
so I named him Snowflake.

- You named him?
- Aye. What manner of crime is that?

What is "named" backwards?

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

Get me ink and paper.

- Demon! It's demon!
-(WOMAN GASPING)

- Demon!
- Demon!

Demon!

(SHUSHING)

Demon!

Demon!

Precisely!

Well, no, it's "deman", isn't it?

'Tis close enough.

Make a note, Mr Clarke, that
Elizabeth Gadge confesses having

had discourse with the demon
known as Snowflake.

Such an imputation is somewhat
lacking in evidence.

Would you not agree, Mr Warren?

Then add this creature
to our witness list, Mr Clarke.

And we will hear before God
what this Snowflake has to say.

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

What is your name?

George Waterhouse.

And you have witnessed events,

which may be of some interest
to this hearing?

Well, only this, I did spy
Elizabeth Gadge fly out

the window on a shovel, whereat she
rode to the sabbat and did kiss

the devil's arse
and eat a baby's face off.

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

- When...
-just a moment.

"And eat a baby's face off."

Continue...

When was this?

Uh, last Tuesday night
about five past ten past eleven.

Thank you, Mr Waterhouse.

Tell us more of this arse kissing.
How close did you spy it?

Was it right on the hole
or just on the cheek?

- Uh...
- Mr Waterhouse,

I take it you are known
to Elizabeth Gadge, is that right?

- I suppose.
- In what capacity?

We did have dealings in livestock.
She did sell a cow to me of late.

And after a short time I surmise
this cow did die, did it not?

Yes, it bloody well did. And I
paid good money to her husband

and he too did die owing
me ten shillings.

You may sit down, Mr Waterhouse.
Your unbiased testimony is noted.

Please, Your Worship,
we move these proceedings

to the questioning of Elizabeth Gadge.

Very well, but we must hear more
of the sabbat and all its rites.

For example, is it just the
devil who has his arse kissed

or can anyone be forced to endure it?

Elizabeth Gadge, what manner
of fiend is it that you creep

toward nightly and suckle on?

I know not of what you speak.
I am but a frail old woman who is

in bed by evensong.
My tormentors know this to be true.

So you deny any knowledge
of a brown thing of fur.

A brown thing of fur?

Think carefully before you
answer, old mistress Gadge.

I have a brown hat
of such a description.

It is for winter and the cold.

And does this hat walk upright on two
legs and have hang from it a black teat?

'Tis plain as I remember.

And being a hat has no legs
or titties to speak of.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Something amuse you, Mr Waterhouse?

A hat with titties!

It would be unfortunate that our
discovery of this sorceress

should uncover divers others
in this court.

Not since summer last, have Mr Clarke
and I unearthed a coven of witches.

I read of it. T'was in Leeds.

And what was the cause?

Did they find a tree
with three teats and a cunny?

(ALL LAUGHING)

Or did they spy the devil's bush
upon your chin?

Silence! If you value
your lives, silence!

Laughter contorts the face and makes
monkeys of men.

Only the devil would turn such sport.

The next person here to laugh
will immediate die as a witch.

Starting from...

Now.

-(LAUGHS)
- Who was that?

Which of you was that?

Confess it! Which is the witch?

It was old Waterhouse, Mr Warren!

Shut up you rat, or she won't be
the only one kissing the devil's arse.

- Shut your mouth you fat...
- I'll piss in your brains.

Enough! You undermine the solemn purpose
of this undertaking.

Let us stay focused
on old mistress Gadge.

Indeed. I move we continue this
trial in private.

I agree.
Perhaps it is just as well,

for the testing of the accused
is not for the faint-hearted.

(PEOPLE GASPING)

Court dismissed.

(GROANING IN DISAPPOINTMENT)

Well, you've brought it on
yourselves.

So these could be used
on thumbs or toes?

That is correct, Your Honour.

Most versatile. And this...

The pear. It can be inserted
into any orifice and expanded

-to the point of...
- Ecstasy.

- Agony.
'AQOTIY. yes.

But my preferred method is pricking.

Lay bare her back.

Cut the cloth if need be
and hold her still.

Please have mercy.
This top was a present.

Let me but take it off carefully.
There's no need to ruin it.

The devil may have laid his mark on you.

It is for us to discover it.

Uh, just to be clear,
if she bleeds, she is a witch?

- No, quite the opposite.
- If she bleeds, she is not a witch.

Not necessarily,
the devil's mark may be well hidden.

Then we must keep pricking her
till she do stop bleeding at

which time we will know that
she is or is not a witch, possibly.

- Correct.
- All is clear. Proceed.

(SCREAMING)

Sarah, am I not still your mother?
Have mercy on me.

Thomas, please?

We know what we saw.

It was dark, it could have been anyone.

Or anything, besides the attic room
would serve us well, Sarah.

Where else are we to dry the sheets?
They're big.

(SCREAMING)

- Please stop!
- CLARKE: What is it Sarah Nutter?

Did you not expect horrors
such as these to unfold?

We may have been mistook.
Perhaps it was a shadow,

a trick of the twilight.

You lie, Goody Nutter.

No! The truth is
we don't know what we saw.

- Sarah!
- Who is this night-time fiend

that you so visit? An incubus?

Beelzebub? What was his name?

(SCREAMING) It was him!
Richard Two-Shoes.

Richard Two-Shoes, the cobbler.

She lies. She lies, Your Worship.

Prick her again.

(SCREAMING) I did meet
sometimes with him after dark.

He would pay me a shilling a suck,
and I would do it!

Is this true, Richard?

No, sir, I swear it. I do not stir out
after dark, my wife will vouch for it.

Very well, we will get
to the bottom of this.

Call forth Goody Two-Shoes.

Richard Two-Shoes, have you spent
night after night with this vile hag?

Yes, Your Worship.

But she's my wife
and 'tis the law, is it not?

We were referring
to old mistress Gadge.

Is it true you've had several night-time
meetings with her?

No, sir, on the eyes
of my children, I swear it.

It was not for love, Goody Two-Shoes.

T'was done only to pay
my son-in-law rent.

He would always cry your name
when he did climax

and throw out his curdle.

For the court records, is that of
any comfort, Goody Two-Shoes?

He spoke fondly of my mouth.
He liked not your teeth and said

they were like a box of nails
should he put in his rod.

I never said that!
My wife can suck like a leech.

Show them, Rachel, show Sir Andrew
what miracles your mouth can work.

That will not be necessary.

Come come, Mr Two-Shoes.

The old woman's life hangs in the
balance if you do not confess it.

Richard, please?
They will burn me else.

Did I not bring you pleasure?

Never.

I had no such meetings.

Justice Pike,
I move to adjourn the court

and continue afresh in the morning.

We will apply hot oil
and other methods overnight

to freshen the old woman's
recollection of events.

Very well. Till 8:00 a.m. tomorrow.
I will to my chambers.

I'lljust put that back.

Yet more imps and devils
in the fireplace, Mr Warren.

Evil can be found peeping from
anywhere, Mr Clarke, as you well know.

But care you not for this old woman?

'Tis plain as day,
the Nutter's want rid of her

from under their roof
and have cried "witch" as a solution.

Whatever the reason,
the trial will uncover it.

By the continuation of her torture.

Yes. What possible cause have you

to question the fairness
of our work, Clarke?

Witchcraft is punishable by death,
and perhaps the burden of

pointing the finger
has made me weary.

Burden. You live handsomely and are
commended by God and the law alike.

But what if this dear old mistress,
presently dragged here

to convince us of her purity,
having done nothing more than

keep a mouse in a bottle and sucked
to completion a man in a brown coat.

If we consign her body to the flames,

do we not do the devil's work ourselves?

Tread cautiously, Mr Clarke,
lest you find yourself accused.

Whatever the cost,
the Lord's work will be done.

I agree and I will pray to him
for guidance.

PIKE: Good morning, gentlemen!
I trust you slept well?

Not really.

Thank heaven we had no rain
and the pyre has remained dry

for tonight. Uh, should we have
a confession of guilt, of course.

Of course.

We have heard tell of visitors
from all three shires

and a travelling fair
has alighted on the green.

The innkeepers are saying
we could be bigger than Pendle!

You will need change the name of
your village, justice Pike.

Indeed. They will be most
envious in Much Happens.

(ELIZABETH MOANING)

Is that the same woman as yesterday?
Seems taller than before.

She has been stretched, Your Honour,
in pursuit of the truth.

Bring in her accusers.

Are you ready to confess, Elizabeth?

You are weak.
Perhaps some food might revive you?

Bring the court to order.
Mr Warren, Mr Clarke, you may proceed.

Elizabeth Gadge has yet to confess
to her crimes.

I propose one final test that will seal
her fate in your eyes

and in the eyes of God.
Mr Clarke.

The court calls the demon
known as Snowflake.

Oh!

Please, please remain calm.
You have nothing to fear.

Christ in heaven!
It's transformed itself into a bottle!

(WHISPERING)

The bottle is indeed a bottle
and the familiar hides inside.

Richard, release the imp.

But look you be careful!
Lest it may bite.

(GAS PS)

Now let us observe the demon as
it seeks out its mistress, the witch.

Be calm,justice Pike.
The truth will out.

ELIZABETH: Snowflake.

- Hello, my lovely.
- She is a witch. See 'tis proved.

It's only a mouse.

Elizabeth Gadge, do you now
acknowledge your crimes.

Did you meet and have relations
with a fiend, dance with a white dog

and keep council with this
monstrous familiar?

No, sir.

And did you by transvection
fly to the sabbat on a shovel

and lick and caress the devil's arse
with your long probing tongue?

Never.

But your familiar has proven otherwise.

Prepare the witch for execution.

Elizabeth Anne Gadge. You have
been found guilty of witchcraft

and are to be taken to a place
of execution, where you will be

burned at the stake
until you are dead.

Tickets are now on sale
at the Green Man Inn.

Family tokens include a free potato
to bake on the fire

and may the Lord have
mercy on your soul.

Art thou content?

Mother, 'tis I Sarah.
Thomas is here, too.

We've come to say goodbye.

I don't know why, witch.

Thomas!

Justice Pike has let us have two seats
on the front row, so that's nice.

'Tis only fair.
We put all your belongings on the fire.

- Two birds, one stone and all that.
- Yeah, we've moved the babes up

to your... The attic room.

Aye, and we've yet so much space.

Goody Garden next door
is green with envy.

She says she's gonna accuse her mother.

Well, she better not,
else they'll all be doing it.

I am afraid you must leave now.

It is my duty to administer the last
rites to your mother before she burns.

Right-o. We'd best take to our seats.
Kiss the devil's arse for me!

Goodbye, Mother. I'm sorry.

I, too, am sorry. I can scarce
believe it has come to this.

We were partners you and I,
Matthew. Against evil.

But you have become infected.
Evil has grown within you.

Your zealotry's turned
to bigotry and worse.

We said we must do God's
work whatever the cost.

May he have mercy on your wretched soul.

PIKE: Good, good.
They are within, you say?

Ah, they're selling
these hats at the fair.

Rather amusing, I thought.

Would you care for a toffee apple?

No, I thank ye.
The witch is prepared.

Excellent. Well, guards take her
outside and bind her to the stake.

I have yet to see Mr Warren.
I have money here to present him.

I shall see that he gets it.

Let us hope there are no more
witch trials in Little Happens.

No, for myself I'm glad.

A most rewarding endeavour.
I shall rather miss all the excitement.

You don't think the daughter
might have been involved?

- I think not.
- No, no.just a thought.

Well, I must attend outside.
They've insisted that I be the one

to light the fire.

You are ridding us of a great evil,
Mr Clarke.

Yes, I do believe I am.

All is clear.
You may show yourself.

Thanking you kindly, sir.
How can I ever repay you?

Your continued life is my reward,
Elizabeth. Here, take this.

You must away from this village
lest our stratagem be discovered.

Let me first but suck you a little sir,
to show my gratitude.

There is no need.

But you murdered your friend, Mr Clarke.

What I did, I did for the Lord.

And the devil thanks you kindly.

(NECK CRACKING)

Come, Snowflake, our work here is done.

Let us to the sabbat and tell our master
these happy tidings.

(CAWING)

(WARREN SCREAMING)