All language subtitles for Salem.S03E05_track4_eng

Previously on "Salem"...

-MARY: (gasping)
-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.

You ever think
you knew a man

and come to find out you
didn't know what he was at all?

ISAAC: Real witches
walked free and still do.

If only I could get one,

and I know which one I want --
Mercy.

We can become anything.

We might even fashion ourselves
into the rulers of Salem.

You think John Alden is the man
who stands between you and I?

If not Alden, who then?
My son.

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

Just one little step,

and wipe all the horrors
from your heart.

I do have a choice,
unlike you.

I'm no puppet.
I am free!

You just found somebody else
to pull your strings.

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

Your love still sleeps.

A child?

If you abandon Salem now,

you will never see
that baby alive.

They are winning.

Well, they picked
the wrong witch

and the wrong woman.

Hell have no fury
like this woman scorned.

Who is this legendary
John Alden?

I am.

(indistinct shouting,
whooping)

(shouting in French)

BILLY:
They just keep getting back up.

¶¶

Stay dead!

How do you kill something
that's already dead?

JOHN: (screams)

(grunts)

(blade plunges)

No.

(gasps)

No, no.

I got you.

(grunting)

No.

(breathing heavily)

("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 ¶

ANNE: (screams)

(sobs)

Please stop!
(screams)

(sobbing, screaming continues)

You enjoy human suffering.

The cry of animals
merely depresses me.

People are not animals
but puppets -- dolls, toys.

And toys are meant
to be played with.

I do believe
a few more strokes

and your toy will be dead.

She deserves it.

But the innocent life
inside her womb does not!

She is with child.

And it signed no contract
with you.

Slit his throat
and be done with it.

You promised great reward

to the one
who delivers me to you.

Well, I have delivered myself
and so claim the reward.

(laughs)

Release him.

And what do you want?

I want her.

Safe and sound.

How dull and selfless.

But so be it.

(body thuds)

And I thank you.

Not least for proving
I was right to choose you.

For what?

To be my Moses.

¶¶

(wolf howls)

What are you doing here?
Is it John?

'Tis not John Alden
I'm worried about.

It's you.

This is madness.

They will sense you here
and kill us both.

Well, they shall
have to be satisfied

with killing just you.

I, of course,
am not really here.

Yes,
you always were willing

to risk my life
for your own cause.

No, sister.

This time, I risk everything
to warn you.

Warn me?

I've died,
been torn from my grave,

had my powers ripped from me
as if they were my soul's spine,

and yet I am still here.

What could possibly
have to warn me of?

You have come back
from your Reckoning

stronger than they know.

But you should never have
returned back to the Essex tree.

They sought to rescue me,

but I told them
I didn't need rescuing,

though I swear
my enemies will.

Then perhaps that's not
why they brought you out.

You doubt them?

When you begged them
to join you

in your war
against the Countess Marburg,

what did they say?

They refused.
Sought only their own survival.

But if you distrust them,

why go to them
to resurrect me?

We needed their powers,
the powers of the Essex roots,

to bring you back.

Do you think
we've already been betrayed?

Do you?

One thing
has nagged at me.

When I returned, my son did not
seem surprised, as if...

As if he knew
you were coming.

Yes.

You are in greater danger
than we could've known.

If you would survive,
trust no one.

You examine the Essex.

Leave me
to make my first move.

Which is?

Why, to trust no one,
of course.

¶¶

They said you are to return
to the mansion right away,

to stay there without me.

Devil wants me
to be his biographer.

(scoffs)

To recount his glorious
failed rebellion

against the tyrant God.

It is a cosmic joke.

But I am grateful
that he has spared you.

Almost as grateful as I am
that you spared me.

Why did you?

You were free.

And you cannot possibly
still love me.

You carry my child.

How can you know
such a thing?

(sighs)

I had a vision.

A vision?

¶¶

The curtains of time
parted.

For a moment, I saw...

our child to come.

I know it in my heart,
in my bones --

I am to be a father.

And, boy or girl,

we will call you Hope.

And I will prove
that I deserve your faith

and our Hope

through my charity,

for all the good I will do
for the souls of Salem.

(indistinct chatter)

She's still not back.

(dove coos)

(bird squawks)

¶¶

(bird squawks)

(dove coos)

(window creaks)

(chatter continues)

Time to go back
to where you belong.

(dove coos)

Go back, go back. Go.

(bird screeches)

(chatter continues)

MERCY: Over this road
shall be your nest.

And I promise you shall
never again have to sleep

without a meal in your stomach

or a warm fire in the hearth.

(wings fluttering)

¶¶

(gasps)

(grunts)

(screaming)

(crowd shouting)

MAN: Dispatch her!

(screaming)

No, no!

SENTINEL: Angel slew angel

as we fought our way
up Mount Zaphon.

As my troops and I crested
the ridge,

we saw the face of God,
our Father,

for once shining no light,
but darkness visible.

I couldn't tell if he was
laughing or crying or both.

Some Moses you'll make.
You've not written a thing down.

You have seen
the very face of God.

And His ass.

It wasn't always easy
to tell them apart.

Blasphemy.

Truth is blasphemy.

All power corrupts.

And God's divine power
is no exception.

Our rebellion against Him
was entirely just.

Just or unjust,
your rebellion failed.

Yes, we failed.

And we fell to a place
so far from the light

that we forgot what light,
and life, even was.

-We call it Hell.
-We called it Home.

Am I really
to take this all down --

yours
and the Devil's account?

You're a scrivener, no?

I have sold more books
than any man in the land.

Then keep scribbling.

¶¶

(grunts)

Hey. Hey. Hey.
(gasps)

Stay awake.
Stay awake.

Stay alive.
Trust me.

If you fall asleep,
you will not wake up.

I can't let that happen
to my best soldier.

Open up.
Come on.

There you go.
Swallow it.

There you go.

Let's see what we got here.

No.

Please.
Don't.

I need to treat your wound,
son.

No. Leave it.
Billy.

No.

¶¶

I'm sorry.

(groaning)

(grunts)

(breathing heavily)

Wise mother, was this your plan?

Did you know
what the Devil intends?

Do you plan to rule
a kingdom of death and dust?

COUNTESS MARBURG (thinking):
[ chuckles ]

All comes from dust.
And all returns.

The end he brings
is a new beginning.

But not for me.

I love the only woman
in the world I cannot have.

Your Mary is no longer a witch.

She is subject to the craft.

No.

I might as well please myself
with a hand puppet.

I need to be loved
truly and freely.

I will not use magic
to win love.

All love is magic.

There's no difference
between a love spell,

a love sonnet,
or a longing look.

It is all
the invisible touch --

just seduction through the air.

She seems to have lost
her taste for love sonnets

and seems quite immune
to my looks.

Oh, life is wasted
on the living.

I could make love better
as a corpse

than you in your prime.

Give her what she wants

before she even knows
what she wants.

And then soon enough,
she'll want you.

How?

Tell me.

What must I do?

Mary Sibley --
bring me her blood.

(breathes deeply)

(floorboards creaking)

(inhales deeply)

¶¶

(footsteps approaching)

What are you doing
in my chambers?

I came to find my Lord,

to see
what I might do for you.

I have no need of you --
for now.

¶¶

COUNTESS MARBURG:
Now feed it to me.

No.

From your lips.

Brother,
who is your opponent?

Who else?

Our Father?

Surely not.

Who else but God

is worthy to stand
against me?

Have you yet won a match?

No.
Always stalemate.

(knock on door)

(door opens)

Pardon me.

Mother,
you seem different.

What has happened?

A realization of sorts.

Your Reckoning took
all my powers.

Left me with nothing
but my failures.

Suicide seemed
the only way.

Suicide?

I heard a voice --

tempted me
to an eternal sleep.

What voice?

Who would dare?

Only my conscience.

And I understood.

All the horrors of my life
are the result of my own will.

I have tried everything
but submission...

to my fate...to you...

who are my fate.

So I come (sniffles) humbly
to ask.

(sniffles)

Give me a reason to live.

Some small sense
of why you have preserved me

and what lies before me.

I shall, dear mother.

I shall.

Out.

(chuckles)

(door closes)

¶¶

I am here to fulfill the promise
of your existence.

I do not understand.

When my father took on
a suit of flesh,

he required two Marys --

one to birth him
and one to love him.

But I need only one Mary.

You.

My mother and my bride.

And then we shall rule,

not this New World,
but all worlds.

You will not
be the queen of Salem,

but of the universe.

An immortal.

A goddess.

¶¶

I suppose you must
be very beautiful.

Is that your version
of a compliment?

Why did you do it?

What?

Lie for me.

We both know it was not
your conscience

that nearly led you
to destroy yourself, but me.

Why did you not tell him?

Sometimes, we humans act
without knowing why.

Acting on impulse
is our nature.

Sometimes we know
before we know we know.

And what is it
you now know?

What that stony face hides --
your compassion.

You exploited
my pain and suffering

because
you understood them.

That boy has never thought
to use my own guilt against me

because he could never feel
such a thing.

And knowing that,

I believe we may yet
find ourselves allies.

How so?

He has plans for me,

plans I cannot imagine
you would favor.

Tell me.

Firstly,
answer my question,

and I will tell you
what I know.

Do you have a spy
within my hive?

Who is it?

That I do not know.

Samael meets
with them alone.

And now I have made
this small betrayal,

it is your turn.

He wants me
to be his Queen,

a Goddess,

which would make him...

God.

The coming terror
serves that purpose,

rendering us both
something more than what we are.

And of me,

and the freeing of my brothers
imprisoned in Hell?

Not a word.

¶¶

This was to be our time.

Revenge against God.

A chance to free
our brothers from Hell

and make this world
our kingdom.

We did not suffer and survive
the wrath of God

only to make you God instead.

Be careful
how you speak to me.

You are first
among equals.

Stronger than I
or any of our brothers,

but you are not stronger
than all of us.

Brother,
is that some kind of threat?

If that time comes,
I won't waste time with threats.

¶¶

There is a traitor
here amongst us.

Now she will tell us who it is.

(gasps)

You.

Foul worm.

Trade us all,

trade all the world,
for your worthless life!

You are absolutely certain?

There can be no doubt.

Here.
See what I saw.

¶¶

BOY: You must keep
a close eye on my mother.

Send her to me.

All I have promised you,
I will give you in the end.

Oh! (breathing heavily)

Traitor.

No. The bitch lies.

I am innocent.

(witches murmuring)

Branches of birth
on the tree of life,

leaves of desire
and bark of strife.

-No. No!
-Roots of the sun,

-roots of the moon...
-No!

...heed our call,

-bring this traitor's doom.
-(screams)

WITCHES: Heed our call.
Bring this traitor's doom!

Heed our call.
Bring this traitor's doom!

Heed our call.
Bring this traitor's doom!

(male witch screaming)

Heed our call.
Bring this traitor's doom!

Stop it. It's not...

We both know
I'm not gonna make it.

(groaning)

It's like a ballad.

The sad ballad of Billy
who weren't really a man.

(gasping weakly)

I kind of want at least
one person to know...

who I was...and why.

The Indians scalped my father
in front of me.

Rounded up the women,

tied us together
like livestock,

dragged us into the woods.

The Abenaki raped my sister
and slit her throat.

(sobs)

All the while,
my mother kept saying,

"Your uncles
will come for us.

They'll hire the great
John Alden to ransom us."

She was waiting
for a man to save us.

And I was waiting for you.

But you never came.

No man did.

(sniffles)

¶¶

The only thing
I ever wanted to be

is the one thing no woman
is allowed to be --

A warrior.

To take revenge
for my family.

Just sorry I failed.

You didn't fail.

You're right.

I didn't.

I got to meet my hero.

And maybe reminded him
that he is one.

Hathorne, Marburg,
Mather.

Arrogant fools.

And with John Alden lost --

probably dead in the woods --

the people remain terrified,

utterly without confidence
in their leadership.

I may have lost a battle,
but I'm winning the war.

Hathorne stands no chance

when I challenge him
for the leadership.

Not with the will
of the people behind me.

Don't you agree,
Mr. Dinley?

I do.

There's just one thing
that can stop you.

(gasping)

(body thuds)

You could have
done it sooner

and spared my ears
his noxious voice.

(Putnam choking)

No. See, I listen
until it builds

into something like a roar.

And then I wait for that
perfect moment to silence him.

See,
murder is a fine art.

I would have done it
just for the Dark Lord's honor.

(chuckles)

Or just for
the sheer pleasure of it.

Well, you shall have
much pleasure to come.

The Dark Lord always rewards
the faithful.

Do you need any help
disposing of the body?

Of course not.

Excellent.

(meat sizzling)

Would you like
a meat pie for the road?

(door closes)

(door opens)

(door creaks)

(door closes)

(wind whistling)

(thud)

(door creaks in distance)

(door creaks, closes)

(man screams)

(man screaming)

COTTON: (gasping)

(screams)

(gasps)

(screams)

(screams)

Cotton.

You! (grunts)

I am not here
to hurt you.

I am here to help you.

Like you helped me
kill my father?

I cannot undo
the wrongs I've done.

I can only beg
for your forgiveness

and tell you I am not
the woman I was then.

No, then who are you?

The whore of Babylon?

What else
should I call the woman

who brought
the Devil himself to earth?!

We did that together.
You and I.
I had nothing
to do with it!

Puritan hate is as responsible
for raising the Devil

as any witch's malice.

You still think that you can
manipulate me so easily,

you lying witch.

(gasping)

(grunts)

(coughs)

No, I cannot.

Not least of all
because I am no witch.

The Devil himself
tore up my contract.

(chuckles)

The Devil freed you?

In all of recorded history,
such a thing has never happened.

Given your history
of saying and doing

anything and everything

to get your way,
I don't think I believe you.

¶¶

Believe me or not,

the Devil is here,
Cotton Mather.

And whether he merely walks
this earth or rules it,

may be
up to the two of us.

(women crying)

¶¶

Where is she?

My angel.

My angel.

Who did this?
My own men.

What would possess them
to do such a thing?

Please.

Perhaps
it is simply justice.

The great circle of pain
rolls on.

But how many times in my short
life must I be ground to dust?

(sniffles)

(cries)

I do not think I have it
left in me to try again.

I-I know why you've come.

Here.

Drink it,
all of it this time.

And you, too, shall be free
of my hold forever.

(sighs)

But I've given you
your freedom.

I do not want it.

I would only long
for the freedom of my chains.

(chuckles)

Shh.

(sobs)

Fetch Dinley.

Tell him money's no matter.
He's needed immediately.

No.
A surgeon's no use.

Only blood
can save me now.

I haven't the heart
to take their blood.

No, Mistress,
no need to take it.

We give it to you freely.

(footsteps approach)

(exhales sharply)

What brings you here
at this hour?

No doctor in town
will serve the refugees.

So I go to offer
my few herbal skills.

But first,
I came to say good night.

¶¶

I'm glad you did.

Your shining face
and soft lips

do much to calm
the storms in me.

All will be well.

I know it.
Your -- your vision proves it.

You don't need to trust me.

Just trust your vision.

And our Hope.

(indistinct chatter)

Here you are.

Thank you.

Who else is hungry?

Here's more bread.

Mrs. Mather.

MAN: Please. Please!

-Yes?
-There's one with child.

Will you have a look?

With child? How many weeks?
Where is she?

She walked
the entire distance from Boston,

or so be her claim.

From Boston?
For God's sake, why?

To find the baby's father.

-Oh.
-(groans)

(panting)

I am here. Allow me.

-Please. Please.
-Shh. Sister.

Please help my baby.
Please help my baby.

I feel a strong heartbeat.

Your baby's fine.
It's you that needs proper care.

What's your name?
Gloriana.

I need to find him.

If you find him,
I know he can help.

Find who?
The baby's father?
Mm-hmm.

I can help you find him
if you tell me his name.

(breathing heavily)

Cotton Mather.

¶¶

Cotton.

What do you want?

SEBASTIAN:
Not what I want.

(metal clanking)

I manage this house
and hold keys to many doors.

And what
will this one unlock?

Something you want.

Come see.

It wasn't I
who took all this from you.

But it gives me
great pleasure

to be the one
to restore it to you.

(door creaks)

¶¶

(door opens)

(door closes)

I don't know how you knew,
but you were right.

This is what I wanted.

Thank you.

(birds chirping)

(cat meows, purrs)

(cat meows)

I see you have not lost
your touch.

Destroying an Essex Witch

with the very tree from which
he derived his powers.

I had to act.

I have sown mistrust
between Mary and the Hive.

Once again, I have done all
that you've asked of me.

So the time
has come for you to --

No.

I have resurrected

and delivered
Mary Sibley to you.

I have kept John Alden
far from your door.

And then,
I sent you Cotton Mather

when all your
other witches failed.

I have earned my reward
and my vengeance!

Indeed, you have.

And all shall be
as we agreed

once you arrange
this one last matter.

One more?

And then another and another
and another.

I've served you because it was
to our mutual benefit.

But you make me a pact
here now.

I will do one last errand
for you,

and you will deliver
on all your promises to me.

And how shall we seal
our pact?

In blood.

¶¶

Now, what do you wish
from me?

As my father
liked to say...

"If your right hand
offend thee,

cut it off."

Your right hand?

Murder my brother.

¶¶