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Previously on "Salem"...

JOHN: The explosion
came from Deerfield.

Every settlement between there
and here is being emptied out,

and the people
are coming here for refuge.

So I need to take my men --

TREASURER PUTNAM:
Leave us unarmed?

SENTINEL: Know what it is?

SEBASTIAN:
I know what it can do.

Attend to your next delivery.

MAN: You witch!

Stay away from me.

(screams)
(crow squawks)

I control you now.

Alice Land
recently joined a brothel.

I will see to this matter,

the brothel in Salem,
myself.

Welcome to my Bird's Nest.

Do you see any birds you'd like
to share a nest with?

Heard you been asking questions
about Mercy Lewis.

There ain't no Mercy Lewis.

(gasping)

(cat yowls)

(purring)

I take from you
every power I gave.

(screams)

(vomits)

¶¶

(panting)

ANNE: Cotton?

Cotton.

(gasps)

Cotton, time to come home.

ANGRY ANNE:
Don't be a fool!

You'll die out here.

PURITAN ANNE:
A man must leave his father

and mother and cleave
unto his wife...

SEXY ANNE:
I want you, Cotton.

My thighs are aching
for your weight.

I want to feel you
inside me again.

CRYING ANNE:
Why must you hurt me?

All the things
I will do for you.

Things no woman has ever done,
or let you do.

I will make us no longer two...

THREATENING ANNE:
...but one flesh.

What God has joined together
let no man split apart.

That's what they'll do
when they catch you!

Split you in...

...two --
I'm too alone without...

...you -- I need you.
Love you.

Destroy you.

PURITAN ANNE:
So disappointed in you...

Anything you want.

Nothing!

I want nothing from you!

But there is nowhere
for you to go.

Boston!

I will tell them
the awful truth about Salem,

and they will raze this town!

Tell them everything?

Then they will hang you
for the murder of your father.

So, let them hang me.

So long as they believe me.

I will tell them all!

Cotton, no!

Searching for something?

A missing husband, perhaps?

(rat squeaking)

I've given him some freedom
to stretch his legs.

Oh, his legs
will be stretched.

And broken on the rack

once our Dark Lord
catches up to him.

But, Dear Sister...

the Dark Lord told us
to look after one another.

And I can help you.

We can help each other.

What do you want?

Tell me what happened
to Mary.

You were there.

He wrenched from her
all the powers

he had granted her, as if
he was turning her inside out.

I do not know
how she survived it.

But she did?

She did survive.

That is something at least.

Why do you care so much?

I love her.

Then you're a fool.

Love makes fools of us all,

as you now see.

Wait.
You said you would help me.

Oh, Dear Sister,
I will help you.

I will tell
the Dark Lord everything.

You have no hope on your own
of catching your husband.

If Cotton makes it alive
to Boston, either the Dark Lord

will kill us,
or the Puritans will burn us.

("Cupid Carries A Gun" plays)

¶ Pound me the witch drums ¶

¶ Witch drums ¶

¶ Pound me the witch drums ¶

¶ Pound me the witch drums ¶

¶ The witch drums ¶

¶ Better pray for hell ¶

¶ Not hallelujah ¶

(scratching)

(warbling)

(whimpering)

SENTINEL: Calm yourself.

You're still reeling
from the loss of your powers.

In time, you will once again get
used to being a mere creature.

Now leave us.

She still can't be trusted.

Have no fear.

In her condition,
she couldn't hurt a fly.

(whimpering)

I could have killed you,

or wiped your memory
and left you a blank slate.

But then you wouldn't have
remembered who I am --

your son.

I remember you.

And I hate you.

Good.

Hate is
just a shadow of love.

Where there is one,
the other is sure to follow,

and there is nothing more
powerful than the two combined.

(whimpering)

¶¶

If it were
any other man proclaiming

from the rooftops
that the Devil

had come to Earth,
they'd laugh.

Speak of mass panics
or delusion of fanatics -

This is not any other man.

This is Cotton Mather.
He will be believed.

ANNE: I wasn't the one
sitting next to him

when he drowned my familiar!

If Cotton makes it to Boston

and tells the truth
about Salem

we shall be surrounded
by troops and cannons.

Let them come.
No army of mere men can take us.

BOY: No!

I will have things as I wish
them, or all will pay.

Especially you.

So, your Cotton will not make it
to Boston. Will he?

No, My Lord.
I promise.

He's miles to Boston.

Miles of dark woods
filled with Injuns and beasts

and witches.

Yes -- night's Black Agents.

And we will call
on friends in Boston.

His door shall be watched,
and the North Church, too.

Every shadow 'cross every road
into Boston

shall hold one of our own.

Tell them all
there shall be such a reward

for whoever finds him...

and such pain for you
should they fail.

¶¶

(pounding, woman moaning)

(man panting)

(bird chirping)

(chuckles)

What astonishing powers
you have.

(sighs)

What have you done to me?

(chuckles)

Only reminded you
that we need not strain

for a far-off Heaven
when our bodies

may take us there
here on Earth.

You are wise beyond your age.

(chuckles)

We may fashion ourselves
whatever we aspire to.

We can become anything.

We might even fashion ourselves
into the rulers of Salem.

But I am pressed
and pulled from all sides.

As Magistrate...

and head of the Selectmen...

(chuckles)

...I must try and obey
the designs of those

whose fortunes we need
to build this town into a city.

While keeping the love,
or at least the votes,

of those who still
must earn their livelihood.

This refugee crisis
which divides us all...

is my curse.

But every curse
contains a blessing,

as every blessing
contains a curse.

For example,
there are sure to be many

poor, lost birds
among these refugees --

birds in desperate need
of our nest.

Girl?

Are you in here?

Hello?

What are you doing down there?

All the shouting
and fighting outside --

I was afraid.

Okay.

(horse snorting)

It's a lot of cold
and hungry people out there.

But...I'm here.

It's safe now.

And I can't just keep
calling you girl.

What's your name?

Dorcas.

I brought you this, Dorcas.

My mother's shawl
was soft like this.

Where is your mother?

She got sick...

while we were in the jail.

You were in jail?

A neighbor said
we were witches.

My mother said if that was true,
we wouldn't be so poor.

But no one believes us.

They thought
even you was a witch?

I was chained to a wall.

I couldn't even touch her
as she died.

They chained
a little girl to a wall.

So many innocents died...

like Dollie....

...while real witches
walked free and still do.

If only I could get one
in my hands,

and I know which one
I want -- Mercy.

Would that bring Mama back?

Or Dollie?

Don't suppose it would.

But what else can I do?

Make sure there are
no more Dollies.

I believe I have a notion.

You are even more beautiful
in your misery.

Be thine own palace,
or the world's thy jail.

That's a true one.

Come, Mary.

You may step out
of your jail anytime.

It is but your mood.

Please stop.

I thought you
rather liked poetry.

I once loved poetry,
but now it hurts my ears...

to hear of things
I will never know again.

Such as?

Love.

I am two fools, I know.

For loving,
and for saying so.

Have you ever considered
that the love you think

you have lost
was never worth pursuing?

I know how you feel
about John Alden,

but he will simply never
be your equal.

And you know it.

Love is a conversation.

You cannot deny,
our words mingle as free

and equally as our lips might,
if you but let them.

You think
John Alden is the man

who stands
between you and I?

If not Alden, who then?

You know very well --
my son.

Now, I want to be alone
with my thoughts.

Very well...

but have a care.

You are without magic,
in a house full of dark secrets.

¶¶

(indistinct conversations)

(panting)

(witch laughs)

(horse neighs)

(dog whines)

Mr. Stoughton.

Is it really you?

Cotton?
Cotton Mather?

Oh, don't be daft.

What would Cotton Mather
be doing in the middle of --

Age of Miracles!
It is.

Why, Cotton, we haven't seen you
since your graduation party.

Oh, and what a party
it was.

Do you remember, Will?

Aye, how could I forget?

Cambridge never saw
such a spread.

Mr. and Mrs. Stoughton,
please.

Do you have room
for one more?

Room for the son
of Increase Mather?

Why, what kind of Puritans
would we be if we didn't?

(laughs)

Just what were you doing in
the road way out here, Cotton?

I have urgent business
in Boston.

Boston.
Providential, indeed.

Precisely our destination.

You are hardly dressed
for business, Cotton.

Urgent or otherwise.

I can explain.
I, um...

Are you back
on the bottle, son?

Oh, no need to be shy.

Everyone in Cambridge knew
of your struggle.

Indeed.

Salem is too full
of temptations for me.

In Boston,
I may restore myself.

Well, God loves no man more

than a repentant sinner.

Prodigal sons
and all that.

And if God has seen fit
to deliver you

into our hands
that we may carry you home...

...the blessing is all ours.

Too true, my dear.

All ours.

(both laugh)

¶¶

It's clear where
your interests lie, Hathorne.

You dance to the tune
of the Mansion,

while you protect
filthy thieves and beggars

instead of those who work hard,
pray hard, and get nothing.

You've not done nothing
since the attack

on Deerfield
to make us safer.

I think of nothing all day
and night but protecting us.

Even now our foremost
Indian fighter,

John Alden himself,
tracks our enemies.

John Alden?
Where is he?

Either slaughtered
or fled to save himself.

Seriously, Hathorne,
I don't know if it's merely

sheer incompetence
or outright malevolence

that make you such a -- such
an abject failure as a leader.

(bell dinging)

Who protects us
from the French and the Indians?

MEN: Hathorne!

Who leads
the rebuilding of our church?

Hathorne!
Nonsense.

Putnam.

What kind of name
is that anyway?

Sounds French.

(laughter)
Three cheers for Hathorne!

ALL:
Hathorne! Hathorne! Hathorne!

(indistinct conversations)

(Indistinct conversation)

It's far too cold
and dangerous

to spend the night
on the streets.

Especially for such
a pretty girl.

I'll take you
to my little nest.

Follow me.

(dog whines)

Where am I?

You're in my cozy kingdom --
my kitchen.

Hearth and home, dear Cotton --
hearth and home.

(gasps)
(dog barks)

Oh, patience, Little Lady.

You'll have to wait
for the leftovers.

(dog growls)
(whimpers)

He don't understand
the speech of animals.

Speech of animals?

(dog barking)

Oh, the little darling.

She says
she's just been biting

your father's
burning balls in Hell.

What?!

No.

No, not you.

You two are witches.

And that little thing
is your familiar?

Oh, of course.

And the very best.
Who's the very best?

Who's the very, very best?
Oh, God, please!

There will be no talk of him
in this house.

That being said, our prayers
have been answered.

Praise the Dark Lord.

Praise his unholy name.

But you attended
my father's sermons faithfully.

Fine words
your father always spoke.

Fine words.

But then we moved to the country
and began to farm.

Soon we learned the dark secrets
that working the land brings.

Your father's sermons
were fine for city folk,

but once you dedicate yourself
to reaping and sowing,

it's the voice
of the moon you hear.

And it tells a different tale.

Once we made our pact,
our grain grew high.

Our traps were always filled.

Your god
is nothing but words.

Ours don't muck about.

He gives us what we want.

And now, finally
we have a gift for him --

a gift fit for the king.

I beg of you.
Please. No.

(shouts)

We have been promised
such great reward!

(chuckles)

But, you know, William,

it occurs to me that the reward
might climb higher.

How is that, Dear?

Well, if the Dark Lord
is offering

a great reward now,
how much greater a reward

will he offer later
when none have found Mather?

But we have found him.

(sighs)

So, why not let the Dark Lord
fret a little longer --

and perhaps sweeten
the reward for his return?

Oh.
Oh.

Haven't I
the cleverest of all wives?

(both laugh)

(groaning)

But now,
it will seem suspicious if we

are not seen to be
still searching for Mather.

So you must go rejoin the hunt
and pretend to search

and wait some time

before coming back.

And by then I will have
Cotton all ready!

Oh, come here.
Oh.

(both smooch)

(chuckles)
Off with you.

(groaning)

(sighs)

Now...

(muffled screams)

My work here is never done.

¶¶

Nothing from nothing
ever yet was born.

But all from all
may yet be torn.

In each resides a secret power.

That sleeping yet
awaits its hour.

WOMAN: Mary Sibley.
MAN: Mary.

(echoing) Save us.

Save us.

Save us.

Save us.

More stones.
Stones. More stones.

Spare us!
I am innocent.

(echoing)
No more witch than you.

(echoing) Save us!

Save us!

More stones.

Save us.
More stones.

Men crushed beneath stones.

Innocents,

whole families even,
murdered as witches.

(echoing) And how many died

from the plague you spread,
Mary Sibley?

Who is there?

Have you forgotten me,
Mary Sibley?

I have not forgotten you.

Look behind you.

Remember me now?

I am Rebecca Nurse.

Just one of many innocents
killed as witches by witches.

I gave my every waking hour
to help the poor.

Even raising their children

when they couldn't afford
to keep them.

And my reward?

You had me hanged as a witch.

Leave me be!

It was --
It was not my fault.

I had no choice.

You always had a choice.

You still have a choice.

CROWD:
(speaks indistinctly)

REBECCA: You, who never felt
for any of your victims,

now feel what I felt.

Abandoned by all, even by God,

and hanging from the neck
until dead.

(screaming)

SENTINEL: Memory --
the greatest curse of all.

I, being what I am,
can never escape mine,

but you can.

Would you escape the horrors
of your past, Mary Sibley?

Come.

Let me show you the way.

(indistinct conversations)

Wait, wait, wait.
I'm not here for that.

I'm not here for that.

Or for that, either.

Go get your things.
I'm here to rescue you.

Mercy's
already rescued us.

She hasn't rescued you.

She's turned you all
into whores.

My uncle
turned me into a whore.

At least with Mercy, I get
to keep some of my earnings.

That's because she wants
something else.

You don't know
the things she's done.

She wants your blood.

(indistinct conversations)

Mercy takes
a cup of our blood.

Men take all of it.

(indistinct conversations)

Come.

The girls here
aren't the ones in cages.

The men are, especially
the ones who serve her.

They got no choice
but to obey.

She keeps their manhoods
locked up in her room.

(indistinct conversations)

Oh, hello.
Come here.

(indistinct conversations)

Hello, gentlemen.

Sit down.
Sit.

MAN:
Plethora of choices.

(indistinct conversations)
Bevy of beauties before me.

(birds cooing, chirping)

(bird chirps)

MEN: (gasps, groaning)

(speaking French)

Then there was
the time John Alden,

single-handed,
took out an Abenaki camp.

Killed 12 braves
with his bare hands

and freed the hostages.

Even a frog-eating,
blue coat Frenchie like you

must have heard
of that one.

Alden, Alden, Alden.

(speaks French)

Okay, English.

Who is this
legendary John Alden?

I am.

(gasps)

¶¶

(humming)

Mather remains at large,
I'm afraid.

How disappointing.

I dearly wanted him alive.

Now, I suppose I have
no choice.

¶¶

(humming)

(whimpering)

(panting)

Please, stop.

Think of what you're about
to do.

It's not too late.

I-It's never too late
to repent.

God is most forgiving.

Oh, well,
if it was up to your God,

we would all be naked
and ignorant in wretched Eden.

(coughing)

Who clothed us?

Who taught us
to till the soil?

Who gave us the gift of fire
that transforms

animals into meat
and grain into bread?

Your God?

(chuckles) No.

No.

'Twas our Dark Lord
and his Fallen Angels.

It is to them
we owe all that we are.

He is coming
to claim his kingdom.

And we rejoice.

You risk an eternity
of suffering in Hell

when, with one act
of grace to me,

you could gain an eternity
in Heaven!

Please!

I don't want your pie
in the sky when I die.

I want my pie now.

And I prefer
to have a meat pie.

No!
Stop, my dear!

Our Dark Lord
wants him greatly...

Oh, just as I foresaw.

...but he insists
on having him alive.

Alive?

But he will taste horrid
alive.

I'm not sure
he intends on eating him.

Not eat him?
Nonsense.

Surely as soon as the Dark Lord
tastes my dish,

he will give us even more!

Very risky, my dear.

Very risky.

William,
are you questioning my cooking?

Of course not,

but we mustn't risk
angering him.

You saw what he did
to that Essex hag.

Are you calling me
a hag now?

Did I say hag?
Yes, you said hag.

I did not say hag.
No, no.

I would never call you
a crone or a hag.

Oh, William,
I can't take this anymore.
No.

(screams) William!

(dog yelping)

No!

(sobbing)

(screams)

¶¶

(crow cawing)

(wings flapping)

(cawing intensifies)

(grunting)

(groans)

(cawing fades, thumping)

(whimpering)

(gasps)

If you would live -- come.

I know you.

You are a witch.

Whatever I be,
if I served him --

would I have saved you?

Come.

Be not afraid.

I know the horrors
behind you.

And I know all too well
the horrors

that lie in front of you.

And I would spare you
all to come.

The horrors
haven't half begun.

Everyone you ever knew

or loved will die...

horribly.

And all --
all because of you.

There is another way --

a sweet, swift way.

I once stood as close to God
as I stand to you now.

I knew him well.

He loves nothing more

than to forgive those
willing to beg him.

Could I but step back
in time and beg, I would.

I cannot, but you can.

Loving arms await you

to enclose you
in his cloudy breast

and wipe all the horrors
from your heart.

It will be so easy.

Just one small step.

Do it, Mary.

Do it!

I can't.

Jump.
No.

No.

I would go straight to Hell.

I know exactly what
punishments await me there,

and they are far worse
even than what I feel now.

No, silly child!

Don't you see?

Your son has freed you.

A contract
you could never break

has been broken
by the only one that could.

You're no longer destined
for Hell.

Free.

Yes, utterly free.

Free to escape it all.

It'll be so easy.

Just one...small...step.

I'm afraid.

Help me.

You do it.

Push me.

Push me.

You can't.

You can't.

(chuckles)

The Dark Lord forbade you
from ever harming me.

Or even now, I would
be falling into eternity,

or onto the Salem common.

Well, I'll not do
your dirty work for you.

No.
Not now.

I thank you.

Thank you
for helping me see.

I do have a choice,
unlike you.

Is that why you hate us so,

because God created us
to be free?

Because he was tired of being
surrounded by puppets like you.

I'm no puppet!

I fought. I rebelled.

I am free!

Then act now -- freely.

Disobey my son.

Free?

Hardly.

You just found somebody else
to pull your strings.

¶¶

(insects chittering)

You are out of danger...
for the moment.

What do you want?

The question is
what do you want?

I want
to make it to Boston.

I want to expose
this foul witch cult

and their Devil
who rules from Salem.

I can send you there
in an instant,

but to what end?

Their army -- the world's army
cannot stop him.

Then what would you
have me do?

You can stop him.

(scoffs)

That's madness.

What could I possibly do
that an army cannot?

Your love may conquer all.

There is no one
left in Salem that I love.

Not yet.

Your love still sleeps,

like we all once slept
in our mother's womb.

A child?

My child?

Oh, I can see
its little heart beating

deep in its mother's
inner ocean.

Prove it.

Prove it?

I know you, Mather --
your past, present, and future.

You who once told a young woman
that love is a leap of faith.

With my skills, that door can
take you anywhere you wish.

Just step through it,
and there you are.

Boston,
if that's what you want.

But let me assure you,
if you abandon Salem now,

you will never see
that baby alive.

Is it failure,
or is it betrayal?

In the end,
there is no difference.

(gasps, groans)

Though virgin no longer,
virgin heart still.

Unspoiled, and more
importantly, more impotently,

unbroken.

(whimpering)

So, unbroken skin
seeks to be opened.

Let me write my name
in your blood.

(screaming)

All right, friend.

Time to go a-courting.

Who do you work for?

The King of France, idiot.

And Baron Sebastian Marburg?

(grunts)

What is this?

No, no. No, no.

No, no, no.
All right, stop.

You'll blow us all to hell.

Is this how
you blew up Deerfield?

What's next?

Salem?

Hear that?

What?
Hear what?

That.

(men hooting)

¶¶

How did I come to be here?

I have no power
to send myself anywhere.

Essex Elder: We feared you
wouldn't survive your Reckoning.

And when you did,

that your spirit and mind
would be broken beyond repair.

So we have rescued you.

It is not something
we will ever manage again.

We shall care for you,

hide you here amongst us.

There is no shame in failure,
Mary Sibley.

Well, thank you, Mothers.

But no.

No, I have not failed.
He has.

He has made
a terrible mistake.

He should have killed me
when he had the chance.

Instead, he freed me.

Now send me back.

You are right.

I couldn't have demanded it
if you hadn't the strength,

but you do.

(sighs)
You are you again --

the strongest of us all.

And not a moment too soon.

They are winning.

The tree is dying,

and with it will die you
and us and all our world.

Well, they picked
the wrong witch

and the wrong woman.

I shall prove to them
that, truly,

Hell hath no fury
like this woman scorned.

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