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- Who's there?

No! No!

No!

- By the name of Jessica Morley,

you are convicted on this,

The 7th day of November, 1683,

In the name of this commonwealth,

that not having the fear of God

before your eyes or in your heart,

of being seduced by the Devil
- No!

- And yielding to his instigation

and the wickedness of your own heart.

About the beginning of last
September in Devonsville,

in or near your own house,

did willfully and most
wickedly murder your own child

and your neighbor's child

by the name of Abigail Parker,

- No!
- against the word of God

and the whole of this jurisdiction,

long since made and published.

- Stop!

No!

Ow, please!

No!

- This is you.

This covers the situation.

This crosses the situation.

This is the highest you can achieve.

This is the lowest you can achieve.

I foresee much luck

and the inheritance of a great fortune.

I must be hearing things.

- At the beginning of October last,

you, Mary Pratt from Devonsville,

have been seen dancing
naked in the moonlight

and consummating your
union with the Incubus.

- No!

- As a representative
of this commonwealth,

I therefore ask you, Mary Pratt,

how were these savage banquets arranged

and what other persons participated?

What demon did you use to satisfy

your wanton lust that night?

What was his name?

What marks were left by the Devil

on your body and on your soul?

How long have you been
practicing witchcraft?

- I am no witch!

I have a pure conscience in this matter.

Even...

Even if there were a thousand
witnesses, I am not anxious!

- What was the oath you were
forced to render the Devil?

- I am no witch!

I am no witch!

- You are a witch!

Will you confess it voluntarily?

On this, the 7th day of November, 1683,

by the name of Rebecca Parson,

you are convicted in the
name of this commonwealth

that not having the fear
of God before your eyes,

nor in your heart,

being seduced by the Devil

and yielding to his malicious motion.

About the end of October
last at Devonsville,

you had familiarity or consulted
with a familiar spirit,

making a covenant with him

and have used diverse devilish
practices by witchcraft

through the persons of Mary
Pratt and Jessica Morley

against the word of God and
the laws of this jurisdiction

long since made and published.

- Burn!

- Burn!

- Burn!

- Burn!

Burn!

- Die!
- Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

- Damn you all!

- Dr. Warley's
Journal, entry number 73.

It has been 300 years since
the Devonsville Inquisition.

Perhaps the long ordeal
of the Warley family

may be nearing its conclusion.

Only Evil will out Evil.

- Satan has walked in our midst,

not in the guise of the hapless
strangers we turned against,

but in our hearts.

We lost sight of our
Lord and his teaching.

We are gathered here in his temple

to beg his forgiveness.

Oh, good shepherd,

gently gather your flock

back to the pastures
of your infinite love.

We have wandered too long and shallow.

Your beloved presence hidden from us

by our own wickedness, willfulness.

Lead us back to the light.

Let our sins serve as a reminder

that we must do nothing
without love in our hearts,

nothing without your blessing.

To this end,

we implore your help and forgiveness.

Amen.

J Rock of ages 7

> Cleft for me 2

J Let me hide myself in Thee »

- I'd like to pose a
toast to our anniversary.

- What do you mean?

- On November 3rd, it will be
exactly 300 years to the day.

- That's a pretty grim day to remember.

- You're talking about the witches.

- Now, now, please.

Let us pray.

- Oh Lord, protect us from all evil,

and may the souls of the poor unfortunates

rest in eternal peace,

and may we no longer be haunted

by memories of our past error.

- Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah.

- Something wrong, Ralph?

- No, it...

It just makes me a little uneasy.

Nobody wants to hear what our
ancestors had to go through.

- Everything's all right now.

- All right?

- Why doesn't anybody want
to talk about this curse?

It exists.

- It hasn't come true yet

and it's not going to.

We're very, very different from

our great, great, great grandparents.

Why should we be punished
for something they did?

- Yeah, hear no evil,
see no evil, do no evil.

- Just a minute, Sarah
Louise, I'm working.

I'll be right there!

Would you wait?

- Ah.

- Now, now, Sarah Louise.

Everything's gonna be fine,

just fine.

- Need a ride?

- No, I'm almost there. Thanks.

- Where you heading to?

- Devonsville. The schoolhouse.

- That's another half mile down the road.

Why don't you hop in?

- All right.

- My name's Ralph.

- I'm Jenny.

- Nice to meet you, Jenny.

What's a nice lady like you
doing in a place like this?

2 Gather round, you old cowboys

- From out of town, huh?

Way outta town, I'll bet.

Have you been here before?

- No.

- Where are you from?

- Princeton, New Jersey.

- Visiting friends?

- I'm the new teacher.

- Oh, I see.

Well, you better get yourself
some new winter clothes.

It's gonna be a long winter.

- That's all right, I like the snow.

- Wait 'til you see this one.

Here we are.

Over there, that's the school.

It looks more like a church.

- Maybe it was a church once.

- Where will you be staying?

- I have to find out.

Thanks.
- You bet.

2 Gather round, you old cowboys

- The winters here are cold and harsh,

the comforts rare and few.

The ice and snow's upon the marsh,

we long for summer's lease anew.

But legend says we got to pay

for the wrong --
- Angel?

Perhaps this should wait until later.

This is Miss Scanlon.

She's going to be your
teacher from now on.

Say, "Welcome, Miss Scanlon."

Cat got your tongue?

- Hello, Miss Scanlon.

- Hello, everybody.

- Now, this is Michael over here.

He's in sixth grade.

And that's Anne-Marie over there.

She's in fifth grade.

- I'm coming.

I'm coming!

- Dr. Warley, remember the, uh,

the death certificate for Sarah Louise?

I need it to claim the insurance

to pay for the funeral.

- You need a death certificate

SO you can report that she died cleanly

and without complications.

- Were there any problems?

- Suffocation is not
a pleasant way to die.

- Are you implying her
death wasn't natural?

- Pneumonia causes suffocation.

At least, that's what I've
written on this paper here.

Here, take your piece of
paper and get out of here.

- On this sad occasion,
we are gathered together

to mourn the passing of Sarah Louise,

beloved wife of Walter Gibbs.

We all know of her dreams and hopes,

yet she suffered in silence,

remaining ever faithful to our Lord.

Our prayers are with her
this day and with Walter,

that he may find the strength
to overcome his sorrow.

Please, turn to page
92 in your hymn books,

"Nearer, My God, to Thee."

- I'm sorry, but the
chemicals haven't arrived yet.

- Oh, that's too bad.

Do you have any ferric chloride by chance?

- I'll have to add it to the order.

- Oh, hey, look, I need
it right away. Um...

Do you know of any place

I might be able to find it nearby?

- You might try Endicott.

It's about 28 miles North of here.

- Pretty good. Thanks a lot.

I appreciate it. Again, thank you.

- What'll it be, Aaron?

- Uh, two cans of Copenhagen.

That sure was some grocery list.

- She's doing some
experiments down by the lake.

- Experiments?

- There you go, Aaron.

- And you, sir.

That gun you got there is not a popgun.

It's guys like you get a license

and think you're Daniel Boone.

- Come on, Dad, don't be a bully.

- Who asked you?

- What makes him so friendly?

- Can I help you?

- Yeah, could I have a
box of 20 gauge shells,

some hot chocolate to go, and...

- This one's tastier.

- Oh, really?

- You're here for the hunting season?

- Not exactly.

I'm the new school teacher.

- Ah, nice to meet you.

I'm Matthew Pendleton.

- How do you do?

I'm Jenny Scanlon.

What do you do around here?

Oh, I'm a big wheel around here.

That right, Wally?

I care take some cabins
during the off-season.

Go ahead.

- Oh, no, thanks.

I still have a couple more things.

I just got up here.

- Will that be all, Matt?

- Yeah, $2.50.

- Must be pretty lonesome out
there at the Heartbreak Hotel.

- No.

Bye-bye, Miss Scanlon.

- Bye, Mr. Pendleton.

- Hi, Miss Scanlon.

I've heard about you.

I'm Walter Gibbs.

- Oh, how do you do?

Um, do you have any herb teas?

- I have Twinings and Liptons.

- Oh, I -- I mean real herb teas.

You know, Bigelow Sweet Dreams?

- I'll try to get it for you.

- Hello, Matthew.

- Hello, Doctor.

- What are you doing here?

- I've found some things you might want

for your collection.

- This is quite a find.

- My mother...

My mother says she
remembers her grandmother

talking about a belt made
of witches' finger bones.

I found this in the attic yesterday.

- How much?

How much do you want for this?

- Doctor, you know better
than that. It's yours.

- Could be priceless,

if I can only trace it back to
the Devonsville Inquisition.

- How would you do that?

- Well...

I found these diaries

in this curious tin box.

I found them walled up in my basement.

I think they belonged to
my great great grandfather.

They contain descriptions of...

of articles used by witches.

They also contain

chronicles of my death.

- Your death?

Yes.

You see, the executioner of
the Devonsville Inquisition,

who was my ancestor,

he suffered from an ugly affliction.

A few years after the Inquisition,

he contracted a disease.

A year later,

he died an agonizing death.

He was eaten by worms.

Several other members of my family

have contracted the disease.

Those who have not contributed --

- Contributed what?

- To help to erase the
guilt of the Inquisition.

- Do you believe the diary?

- Mr. Gibbs?

- Uh...

- Miss Scanlon.

Miss Scanlon.

- Mother nature is always
building out of decay,

like that old house over there.

Beautiful mushrooms are probably
growing from the dead wood.

They're generally consider plants,

although they're completely
different from green plants.

How are they different?

Nicky?

- They look different.

- That's right.

And one of the reasons is

that they don't have chlorophyll,

therefore they can't build foodstuffs

from inorganic materials.

They can only change and destroy

compounds that have already been built.

Now, the mushroom itself is a fruit

which is produced by the mycelium.

And the mycelium is...

- Hi, Jenny.

Today mother nature's the teacher, huh?

- Ralph!

Dad says you're supposed to chop the wood

for Mrs. Randall today!

- Mind your own beeswax,
Angel, I'll get to it.

Jenny, what are you doing tonight?

Wanna paint the town?

- Well, I've got some essays to grade

and some letters to write.

- Shot down again.

- The mycelium is a mass
of very fine threads

which are not visible to the naked eye.

- Miss Scanlon?

- Yes, Angel?

- Is God a man or a woman?

- Well, in most religions,
we know God as a man.

But originally, God was
considered to be a woman.

In Babylonia, the supreme deity, or god,

was the queen of heaven.

It's only in fairly recent history,

since Judaism, that God
the Father has taken over.

- Hi, this is your big
sister Monica on FM 94.

Looks like we have a caller.

Hello, you're on with Monica.

What's your name?

- Judy Hansen.

- Hi, Judy. Where are you calling from?

- I'm calling from Devonsville.

What's on your mind, Judy?

- I'm alone all day

and my boyfriend won't let me get a job.

- Well, that's a pretty common problem.

A lot of men still have
trouble with the idea

that women want to make their own money

and their own choices.

- I know. And I always get

so depressed waiting for him.

- Well, if he can't understand that,

just tell him to take a hike.

There are plenty of other fish in the sea.

Hi, you're on with Monica.

What's your name?

- Hi.

Um, Monica, my name is Patty Barnes,

I'm from Endicott.

Well, I... I got a lot
of problems, you know.

I'm married and I have three kids.

I have a lot of work to do

And anyway, my husband --

well, every night, he goes out drinking

with his buddies, you know,

and sometimes, he doesn't
come home 'I four or five,

and then he wakes up...

- Good evening, Miss Scanlon.

I drove to Endicott to pick up your tea.

Thank you.

It's good.

Since my wife passed away,
I've been confused and lonely.

It might very well be that I don't know

how to relate to a woman anymore.

You come from Princeton?

That's a very sophisticated place.

Things are a lot more basic here.

When I was a boy, my father told me

there are three things

a man needs to do in his lifetime.

He needs to plant a tree

to return something to the earth,

he needs to build a
house with his own hands,

and he needs to have a
son to carry on his name.

My wife Sarah Louise was a good companion,

loving, supportive,

but she was barren. She
couldn't give me a son.

There are only a few things I...

value.

One of them is

this violin.

My grandfather made it.

It's, uh,

one-of-a-kind.

- Monica?

- Yes.

Do I know you?

- My name's Ralph.

I'm from Devonsville.

- Hi, Ralph.

I'm sorry, but I'm off for tonight.

You'll have to call the
station in the morning.

- I think I'm busy tomorrow.

But I'm here now.

- Fine, but I've gotta go.

- You know, Monica, I
think you're pretty great,

but there are a lot of people around here

who seem to disagree with me.

- It's a free country, but I've gotta go.

- All right.

Drive careful.

- Angel! Angel!

- What's this story I hear?

- What? I didn't do nothing.

- About this new teacher.

- What about her?

- Well, your mother tells me

that she's filling your
head full of nonsense.

- I didn't say that, Aaron.

- Shut up, Myrtle, I'm talking to the kid.

What exactly did that
woman tell you about God?

- She said God was a woman.

- And what do you think?

- I don't know, I never saw him.

- How come God
created Adam before Eve?

How come every single
president of the United States

has been a man?

- I don't know.

- Because God is

and always will be a man.

You tell that teacher

if she don't quit spreading this crap,

I'm gonna call a meeting
of the town board.

- Watch out.

- Whoo! Yeah.

- Doc Warley, I'm here for my physical.

- Don't you knock at civilized houses?

Or do you believe that
everybody lives in a barn?

- Sorry, Doc.

Got you riled, huh?

I don't like these exams
any better than you do,

but the old man says I gotta have one

at least once a year.

- Come over here and sit down.

You'll have to strip to the waist.

Or are you too modest?

- Me? Hell no.

I just wish you were a
female doctor.

- What would you do if
I was a female doctor?

- Try and get you into the sack.

- And if you didn't succeed?

- Call you a quack.

- I wonder.

Well, since I'm not a female doctor,

I better offer you something pleasant.

Would you like a candy?

- Sure.

- Here.

We're going on a journey now.

Do you hear me?

It is a long journey,

back to the days when the
witches of Devonsville

were tortured and killed.

One of the witches was called Jessica.

You were present when she was condemned.

You were beside her

At the execution.

Do you see her?

- She's dying.

Bitch is dying.

- How do you feel, Ralph?

- Good, real good.

She's dying.

- Why are you feeling good?

- Because she's getting

what she deserves.
- Burn! Burn!

- Why does she deserve to die?

- She...she...she's a witch.

- How do you know?

- I saw...

I saw her confess tonight.

- Is that the only reason
she deserves to die?

- No, no, no.

- Why do you feel so
good that she is dying?

She...

She...she wouldn't...

She...she wouldn't let...let me...

Let me...

- Let you do what?

It's...it's her own fault.

She...she teased me.

She...she turned me on.

She...she...she even let
me see her naked once.

I-I was behind a tree.

Her skin...

Her skin glistened in the sun.

- That's enough, Ralph!

You're going back!

It will be a pleasant journey back

and you will forget all
about the other journey,

only the feeling of relief

that it has ended.

- Good evening, madam.

I'm Aaron Pendleton.

I own the farm down the road.

Every now and then, I check the cottages

for the people here on the lake.

Is your petcock jammed?

- Um, it could be, I don't really know.

- Let's see if I can fix it for you.

You planning to stay here for the winter?

- Yes.

- Living alone?

- So far.

- What do you do?

- I do environmental studies here.

- Hmm. I got it here, I think.

- Oh, thank you.

- Any time, young lady.

You're not scared living out
here by yourself, are you?

- Should I be?

- Well, if you need any help,

my folks have lived around
here for about 300 years,

so I have quite a lot of influence
out here with the people.

You got some soot here on your cheek.

- Oh.

- And pretty skin.

- Um, hey, look, I gotta go.

- I didn't mean to upset you, ma'am.

- Myrtle, this game is really delicious.

- Thank you, Reverend.

- Pass the ketchup.

- Here you are.

- What is this about this nature freak?

- Who? Someone new around here?

- She lives in a cabin by the lake.

- She's testing the water
for some kind of toxin

that she says we're
flushing into the lake.

- She's full of it.

We've been doing that
for the last 50 years,

nature will take care of itself.

- Well, I saw a few new
faces at the funeral.

They're probably not tourists
though, the season's over.

- They have a new girl
at the radio station.

- Right, her name is Monica.

I listen to her every night.

It's so different.

- Different? Hell, hogwash.

- And the new
school teacher, Miss Scanlon.

- Yeah, I heard about her.

- Isn't she the one that's
been telling the kids

that God is a woman?

- I'm sure she didn't
mean it the way it sounds.

- Grade six, your assignments
are here on the left.

And grade five, you're here on the right.

While you learn that,

grade four will take a spelling test.

- How can we study when
you're giving a spelling test?

- Just do your best, okay?

- Now, uh...

Angelica?

It must be hard to
study if you're talking.

- She asked me something, so I answered.

- Okay, let's just settle down
now and we'll start with...

Angelica?

Is something the matter?

- Angel just
wanted to borrow my pencil.

- Here, take this pencil.

Now, please,

sit down, Angelica.

What's the matter now?

- Your hair.

- What about it?

- It just doesn't look normal.

- Now, please, sit down, Angelica.

- My dad says you dye your hair.

I mean, who has hair that color?

- Well, I guess we'll
have to continue tomorrow.

- Miss Scanlon, are you in good health?

- I'm in very good health, Angel.

How about you?

- I'm just kind of worried.

- Why?

- 'Cause daddy says

that you might not make
it through the winter.

- Hello?

- Miss Scanlon! I was just about to close.

- Well, I'd just like
some apples and milk.

- That's all?

- Yes, for now.

- I'd like to apologize.

- For what?

- The other night I seemed to
monopolize the conversation.

- Oh, that's
all right, I enjoyed it.

- You're very kind, Miss Scanlon.

Many women don't know how to listen.

Sarah Louise couldn't listen.

When she did, she didn't understand

what I was talking about.

- Well, what a shame.

A man of your intelligence
deserves an audience.

- I'm very flattered.

- Well, goodnight, Mr. Gibbs.

- Uh, Miss Scanlon, could I take

a little bit more of your time?

- Yes.

- I don't know

quite how to express myself, but...

Well, I'll be frank with you.

I am a solitary man.

- I can see that, Mr. Gibbs.

- You can?

- Oh, yes.

- Miss Scanlon,

have you ever met someone who you

felt you were destined to be with?

- No, but it sounds romantic.

- I believe
you're a very romantic woman.

- Yes, I guess so.

- From the very first moment we met, I...

I knew we were
meant for each other.

- Mr. Gibbs, please.

-Oh, I...

I know a lady of your standards

can't show her feelings
the way a man can, though.

- Oh, I have my feelings, Mr. Gibbs,

and I would show them the
way you say only a man does,

but my feelings are slightly different

and I'd like to go now.

Goodnight.

Mr. Gibbs!

Mr. Gibbs?

- Miss Scanlon.

- You're a very sensitive
man, Mr. Gibbs, and I...

Well, I now realize that I should have

appreciated your feelings for me sooner.

- A woman needs her time.

- Could you close
a little early today?

I must talk to you alone.

- I'd be delighted, Miss Scanlon.

- You know, the State Highway
Commission is planning

to build a new big road
through Devonsville,

and I was thinking that perhaps I would

develop a shopping mall where my store is.

- Wonderful idea

to modernize and bring
this place up to date.

- How did you take this path?

I haven't been here since I was a boy.

- Oh, um, a woman's intuition.

- Jenny?

Oh, this is really stupid.

Jenny, give me a hand, would you, please?

- Sarah Louise didn't just die,

you Killed her.

- You know?

Why didn't you tell anyone?

Why didn't you call the police?

- Would that've helped Sarah Louise?

No.

I was waiting for a better opportunity.

- You are a witch!

The legend is true!

It's very cold there, Mr. Gibbs, I know.

But soon you will be in a very warm place

and in very good company.

- Say, Jenny, I don't mean to butt in, but

my brother Matthew ain't
exactly the guy to know in town.

- Why don't you mind your own business?

- You see, these people
here, especially my father,

are extremely close-minded
and superstitious.

They feel that you, Chris, and Monica are

somehow a threat to the community.

- But I don't understand it.

Just because we're outsiders --

- No, that's not it.

See, they feel that Monica's
radio show is provocative.

Chris is telling them
they're destroying the earth.

And you...

You definitely made a serious mistake

by telling the kids that God was a woman.

I didn't say "was."

I said "could be."

- They hear what they want to hear.

You want my advice?

Leave.

Just leave.

- But why?

They hired me.

I have just as much right
to be here as anyone else.

I'm not hurting anyone.

- You want to know something else?

They're starting to believe
that you, Chris, and Monica

are a reincarnation of the three witches.

- Come on.

- I believe it.

- Matthew...

- But I love witches.

- You are a witch!

Will you confess it voluntarily?

- No.

- Just render the Devil.
- No!

- The marks left on your body by the Devil

are in your soul.

- I don't remember scheduling
any appointments for today.

- Dr. Warley?

I'm the new school teacher, Jenny Scanlon.

Matthew Pendleton recommended you.

- You're the woman
everyone is talking about.

- Oh, did you cut yourself?

- This visit is not to
talk about my ailments.

Come on.

What's wrong with you?

I have trouble sleeping.

- Do you ever have nightmares?

- Sort of.

Of course, it might just be my nerves.

You know, moving to a
new town and a new job.

- Do you like Devonsville?

- Mm, yes.

- Were you here before?

- No. Why do you ask?

- Do you have a feeling

you were sent here for some reason?

Yes, to make a living
teaching little devils.

- Do you believe in witchcraft?

- I don't really know anything about it.

I didn't even know that they'd
practiced it in Devonsville.

- You do now.

- Yes, so I've been told.

- Well, your blood
pressure is a little high.

Nothing serious.

My voice is part of the light.

Together, we will travel
through your past.

We will see what is hidden

and what is painful.

You stand before the
judge of the Inquisition.

The townspeople crowd around you.

You can smell their sweat.

- It's... It's 1683.

I'm being punished.

I haven't done anything wrong. I...

I'm, I'm...

I'm going to die!

- They're afraid because they think

you are a messenger of evil.

The judge bends toward you.

He shouts,

"How long have you been a witch?"

Answer him.

Jennifer, answer. Answer him.

- I'm not a witch.

- What are you, Jenny?

- I'm a messenger from the unknown.

- Good, good, good.

The judge shouts in your face.

"Why did you become a witch?"

Jennifer, answer him.

Answer him truthfully.

- I have a mission

and I am afraid.

For 300 years, there's been peace until...

Gibbs.

Walter Gibbs.

Sarah Louise doesn't just die.

He Kills her,

and the next day I arrive in Devonsville.

Soon I...

I begin to feel that there's something

more than just teaching

and I'm scared of it.

I
have nightmares and...

- You are released.

You have nothing more
to fear from ignorance.

You may go about your
mission without fear.

You are released.

We shall win this time!

We are going to win!

Take two of these before you retire

with a glass of milk.

- Thank you, Doctor.

How much?

- Let's put it down to
public relations work.

- Oh, thank you.

What's that?

It's an at ha me.

It contains a witch's power.

- I've seen it before in my dreams.

- I thought you knew
nothing about witchcraft.

I hope you're better soon.

- Well, I felt like a normal
human being when I arrived.

But ever since I stepped off that bus,

I felt like a different person.

- You have exchanged the
steel and concrete of cities

for the glens and bogs of Devonsville.

Perhaps you are a new person.

- How did it
go, Jenny? Feeling better?

- Oh, yeah, I feel much better.

- He's a very special
man and a good friend.

Let's go.

- I don't know, he seems familiar.

His great, great, great
grandfather was the executioner.

The Devonsville witch hunt.

- Why do you say that?

- You still look a bit shaky.

You better get some rest.
I'll drive you home.

- Look at my poor brother
Matthew with that whore.

- She's not a whore, Ralph, she's a witch.

She tried to seduce me, too,
but I didn't fall for it.

- It's the same temptation our
ancestors had to go through.

She probably tried to get Doc Warley, too.

- I'm afraid the doctor's playing
a much more dangerous role

in this conspiracy.

- You're just paranoid, Walter.

- No, I'm telling you, they're back.

The legend's true.

- Bullshit.

- Miss Scanlon arrived

the day after I killed Sarah Louise.

What do you mean you killed Sarah Louise?

- I didn't mean to. It was an accident.

But it brought back the
spirits of the three witches.

Monica first,

then the girl by the lake,

and finally, Miss Scanlon.

I've made a terrible mistake, Ralph.

I'm guilty for
all of the terrible things

that are happening to us now.

- Well, nothing's gonna
happen to us, believe me.

And besides, your wife
deserved to die anyway.

She never caused you
anything but misery, man.

- It sure seems strange as hell

that none of them three girls are married.

- They're probably queer.

You can't ask them out.

They always seem happy when
they're together alone.

- Well, perhaps I should
have a word with them.

- What do you want 'em to
do, read a chapter of Isaiah?

- Maybe they're just three single girls

starting out on their own.

- What do you know?

You haven't even met 'em yet.

- Well, I do.

She even takes those boys
from her class home with her.

I bet I know what she's teaching them.

It's disgusting.

- I want that girl at
the radio station replaced.

And I want that nature freak outta here.

And also our dear, sweet Miss Scanlon.

- I think it might be wise if
we called a council meeting.

- We don't need
any council or state board

telling us how to run things.

We take care of our own.

- Aaron, I don't think
you know what you're saying.

- Shut up, Myrtle!

- We certainly don't want a repeat

of what our founding
fathers went through, do we?

No!

No!

No!

No!

- Hi, this is Monica.

We have time for one more call.

Hello? What's your name?

- Hi, Mo... Monica?

This is Maggie Gilbert. I'm from Merrill.

Uh, I'm having problems with my husband.

We really love each other,

but when I talk to him
about something that...

- No!

- By the name of Jennifer Scanlon,

you are hereby convicted on
this, 7th day of November, 1983,

In the name of this commonwealth,

that not having the fear of God

before your eyes and in your heart

and being seduced by the Devil,

and yielding to his malicious motion.

About the end of October
last in Devonsville,

have used devilish practices by witchcraft

through the persons of Mary
Pratt and Abigail Parker,

against the word of God and
the laws of this jurisdiction

long since made and published!

- What demon did you choose to
be your lover for that night?

- What was his name?

What Devil's marks were left
on your body and on your soul?

- What oath were you
forced to render the Devil?

- How long have you been
practicing witchcraft?

You are a witch!

Will you confess it voluntarily?

- No.

- How were these
savage banquets arranged

and what other persons participated?

- You! You're wicked,

more than all the others
that suffered at our hands.

- We won't stand for you
warping our children's minds!

We won't tolerate you and your friends

conspiring against our community!

- Next stop, Devonsville.

- Wait! Wait!

- Dr. Warley's
final entry, number 96.

I am redeemed.

The Warley curse of the worms is cured.

All who were guilty are gone

or soon to be brought to justice.

The Devonsville Terror is over.