All language subtitles for watchable-witchfindergeneral-remastered-720

- "Things I heard, as it were,

the voice of much people in
heaven, saying, "Hallelujah."

Salvation and glory and
power is to our God.

For true and just are his judgments,

who hath judged the great
harlot which corrupt...

With her fornication,

and hath revenged the blood
of his servants, at her hands.

And again...

Come, gather yourselves together
to the great supper of God.

That you may eat the flesh of kings,

and the flesh of tribunes,

and the flesh of mighty men,

and the flesh of horses, and
of them that sit on them,

and the flesh of all freemen and bondmen,

and of little and of great.

And I saw the beast, and
the kings of the earth,

and their armies gathered together

to make war with him
that sat upon the horse.

- Bring out some water!

- And the beast was taken,

and with him, the false prophet,

who wrought signs before him,

wherewith he seduced them who received

the character of the beast,
and who adored his image.

These two were cast alive
into the pool of fire,

burning with brimstone.

And the rest were slain
by the sword of him

that sitted upon the horse,

and all the birds were
filled with their flesh!"

- [Narrator] 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 Round heads.

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 without 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 factor,
Hopkins preys upon them,

torturing and killing in a supposed drive

to eliminate witchcraft from the country,

and 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
Round head cavalry patrols

have everything their own 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 [ thinking?

- Ungodly thoughts of your
Sara. That's my guess.

- Thoughts of Sara, yes.

Ungodly? Depends on how you look at it.

- And you, a 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!

15 minutes, then we'll
be on our way again!

Get down!

Royalist snipers.

Probably only a few of
'em, after food and horses.

We'll flush the bastards out in no time.

Marshall, you stop behind
to keep an eye on the nags.

The rest of you, follow
me and keep spread out!

- [Soldier] Captain, look! There's one!

- [Gordon] I see him! Follow!

Harcourt, this way!

- Robert?

Captain?

Captain Gordon, is that you?

- We're here, trooper Marshall.

It's quite all right.

Getting a bit nervous, were you, lad?

- Aye. Just a bit, sir.

- Well, no need to worry.
We got 'em 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 Marshall.

- He was trying to kill you, sir.

- I gathered that, trooper.

- It was a lucky shot, sir.

- Yes.

Nevertheless, it could've
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.

- She knows my reasons for fighting.

It's only while the trouble lasts.

What're you laughing at?

- Leave him be, Robert!
Can't you see he's in love?

- Aye. I'm not ashamed of it, either.

- A toast, lads! To the
lovely women of Suffolk!

- And may they keep their beds warm

for General Cromwell's gallant men!

- Come on, boy. Nearly home.

- Well!

Master Marshall, welcome.

- I trust you're well, sir.

- My body is as strong as ever, but,

the war continues?

- [Gordon] 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 us.

And ale. Come, we shall drink together.

After 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 Sara to wife-

- You mean, you'd give us your blessing?

- You would take her away from here?

- You honor me, sir.

But I only have a small farm
that belonged to my father

and my soldier's pay, which is far from-

- I am little concerned
with your ill-kept lands.

And still less for the silver you get

for killing good Christians.

Well, forgive me.

That was unjust.

But there is trouble
coming to this village,

and I want Sara far
away, before it arrives.

- But surely Suffolk should be
free from the King's armies?

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

A lack of order in the land
encourages strange ideas.

- [Richard] You mean more rebellion?

- I'm sorry. You have
worries enough already.

But give me your word

that you will soon take
Sara away from here,

and you shall ask her consent tonight.

- [chuckles] You have
my word on that, sir.

- Good, Richard. Good.

That's right, my dear.
Master Richard Marshall.

Farm boy into soldier.

- Welcome back, Master Marshall.

- I'm glad to be back, Mistress Sara.

- By the way, Sara.

I expect the meal at the usual time.

- [chuckles] Yes, Uncle.

- Your uncle has agreed to our marriage.

- Oh, Richard!

Oh!

The army has taught you rough manners.

- Sara, 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're 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.

- Have you arranged a day
for the wedding, Richard?

- No, sir. Much depends
on how the armies move.

- Ah. Remember, it must be soon.

- But 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 me bed.

Goodnight, my dear.
- Goodnight, Uncle.

- Oh, and Sara, remember to
see the doors are well bolted.

- Yes, Uncle.

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

Country women need full
eight hours in their beds,

if they're to be proper wives and mothers.

Goodnight, Cornet.

- Goodnight, sir.

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

- I still have much to learn, Richard.

- I'll teach you.

Now.

Didn't your uncle just
say you must early 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.

- Aye. You're not that, sir.

- Remember, John Stearne,

you ride with me only because
you help me in my work.

- Oh, 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,
Stearne. Hold your tongue.

- I'm merely an honest man

who helps you get your confessions.

- The law has prescribed due
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 Brandeston.

- Who is it this time?

- [Matthew] The message tells of a priest.

- A priest?

- One who gives worship to
Satan and calls him Lord.

- Mm.

With the priest himself a witch,

there'll be others
corrupted, too, I'm thinking.

- You enjoy torture. Don't you, Stearne?

- And you?

Sir.

- Goodbye, sir.

- [John] God be with you, Richard.

- Goodbye, Richard.

- Goodbye, Sara. I'll see you again soon.

Given up ale for star-gazing, Tom Salter?

- Not star-gazing,
Master Marshall. Waiting.

- [Richard] What for?

- Matthew Hopkins. A lawyer.

- Must be important,
that you wait after dark.

- It is, that.

- Aye.

Well, if I see a lawyer on the road,

I'll tell him you're here.

Hup.

- [Matthew] How far is
it to Brandeston, friend?

- About three miles.
- Thank you.

- Are you the lawyer?
- Aye.

- Name of Hopkins?
- Aye, Matthew Hopkins.

And this is my assistant, John Stearne.

- [John] Why do you want to know, soldier?

- There's some men from
the village back there.

Waiting for you.
- Aye, they sent for us.

- What would a lawyer want in Brandeston?

- [Matthew] A man who may
not be what he seems to be.

Come, Stearne.

- John Lowes is his name.
- An evil man.

- A papist.

- Yeah, burning candles and all.

- That is no proof of
witchcraft in itself.

- Dressed himself in
devil's garments, he did.

- And made unholy signs.
- Aye, he did. I saw him.

- I will find out the truth
for you. Have no fear, friends.

-Yes?

- John Lowes?

- So, it has come to this.

You accuse me, a priest,
of working with the devil?

- We can only judge by the evidence.

- [John] 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 Brandeston!

- Leave my house, the pair of you!

- [John] I told you he
was going to be difficult.

- I reject your foul
suggestions! Leave here, at once!

- All you reject is the
true God! Take him, Stearne.

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 gonna have hidden his
mark with a lot of care.

- To what purpose is this?

- When the Devil buys a soul,
he marks the person's flesh.

So we will know him!

If such a mark is pricked,
no blood will flow.

Nor pain be felt.

- Mistress Sara! Mistress Sara!

They've come for him!
They've come for the old man!

Quick! You must hurry!

- Seems Satan has hidden
his mark well, Matthew.

- Set him to running.
- Quick, then, you two.

Round the table, and keep him moving!

- You would be his niece.

Your name, child?

- Sara.

- 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 truth, 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.

- Then 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 prove him guiltless.

- Would you release him now?

You might be convinced tonight
that this is all needless.

- And 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 would release him.

Now.

- All right.

He can sleep in the jail,
and we'll be rid of him.

- Come on! Get up, you papist bastard!

- 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.

- You heard what he said.

- [laughs] You know what, Mars ton?

There were these couple
of right filthy girls.

Filthy, they were! Horrible to behold.

Horrible!

- Witches?
- Yeah, both of them!

We hanged 'em, Matthew and me.

Matthew. You know
Matthew, he's my partner.

- Did it take you long to get
a confession out of 'em, John?

- Well, a couple of days with
one of them. The other one-

- [Barman] Do you want more ale, sir?

- [Mars ton] Go on, then. Come
on, what about the other one?

- Tell us about her!
- Oh, yeah, the other one.

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

Loved us for it. Like she
wanted to get strung up.

Reckon that was the only bit
of excitement she ever had!

- Well, go on then, Mr. Stearne!

Go on!

- [Matthew] Sara, I've
come to question you.

- You came here for a purpose, sir.

- [Matthew] I came here
to get your evidence

about the priest.

- He's been kind to me.

- [Matthew] 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.

- How about the priest, Master Hopkins?

- We'll have done with
him in a day or two.

Have no fear, child.

- [Sara] He's been good to me in his way.

- He is an idolater.

He must confess and die.
Stearne will see to that.

- [Sara] Oh, no, please! Don't
let him be harmed, please!

- You seek to protect a
witch from rightful justice?

- [Sara] Oh no, not that, but
couldn't he be kept in a cell?

He could do no harm from
a prison cell. Oh, please!

- But justice must be done, my dear.

- [Sara] Grant me this.

Please, Matthew.

- [Matthew] 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, uh, get him out and
start questioning him then, eh?

- What'?

- He stays where he is.

- But we haven't had a confession at all.

- I said we'll leave him in the cell.

- All right, then. All right.

Um, what about the women?

When are we going to
start interrogating them?

I hear tell of a good few
witches around this place.

- When you're in fit condition.

- I'm fighting-fit as it is!

Oh, and where were you
last night, Matthew?

I hear tell you've been a-wandering.

- You hear tell too much, man!

- You, there! Old man!

Master Hopkins, the Witch-finder!

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

- Where are you off to, John?

- I'm going for a walk.

By myself.

- Tell me! Tell me!

Tell me!

Tell me now!

Come on! Tell me!

Confess, witch!

Tell us your foul iniquities!
- No!

- [John] Your familiars, woman!

Confess!

- Stop.

Stop.

For God's sake, stop.

- Quiet, old man! Be thankful
you're not getting the same!

- [John] Tell me when I ask you!

Come on!

How many of them?

A dog? A ferret?

Come on, tell us!

- John.

The Witch-finder. He's coming.

- I trust you are using the
prescribed methods, Stearne?

- 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 tomorrow.

You will remain in charge here.

- Carry on your work while
you're away, eh, 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.

He's left me in charge.

- [Sara] Help me, help me!

No!

- And don't think I don't
know why the old priest

is being spared, eh?

- Stearne, the priest.
I've changed my mind.

- Confess!

Confess.

- He confessed. You heard him.

- I've heard nothing yet, Master Hopkins.

- Refresh Master Salter's memory, Stearne.

- You heard him.

- You did, too?

- Yes, Master Hopkins.

Witnesses.

- [Villager] Get up, you
blasted witch! Get up!

Come on!

- You are, all of 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 you 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 hang me! The law forbids it!

I'm with child!

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

- Quiet! Stearne, go on with your task.

- [Prisoner] Oh, God, help me!

- [Villager] Hey, look!
One of them's gone already!

- They swim.

The mark of Satan is upon them.

- [John] Give us a hand here! Come on!

- They must hang.

She was innocent.

- God forgive you,

Matthew Hopkins.

- Jailer!

Take them to the tree.

- The money from the magistrate.
Nine guineas in silver.

- Good. Now we can leave.

- Good morning, soldier.
- Good morning!

- [Farmer] What'll you be after

in the way of horses, then, eh?

- A dozen or so for General
Cromwell's armies, up north.

- Well, lost a few, have you?
- Aye, at Cheri ton Wood.

That's a pretty sorry
looking bunch of old nags

you've got in there, friend.

- The best we could find.
- Then they'll have to do.

- A dozen you say, eh?
- Aye.

We'll be back in Suffolk
soon, where, thank God,

they still breed strong horses.

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

I'm just back from those parts.

The mounts up there are much like these.

- Have you been through
Brandeston at all, man?

- Brandeston? Aye.

And a fine commotion
they're stirring up there.

- What, over you taking their horses?

- [Farmer] No, nothing
like that. A mass hanging.

- Who?
- Witches, I heard.

Two women and a priest.

- Where was the priest from, man?

- Brandeston, 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?

- [Farmer] Yes, but where
will you be going to?

Anything else?
- Hah! Hah!

Hah!

Hah!

Sara!

Sara?

Sara!

Sara.

Sara!

Sara!

Sara!

- [Sara] They took him and killed him.

They said he was an idolater.

- I know. I heard.

Sara-
- One of them.

The Witch-finder.

He...

He...

I didn't want to.

I thought I could save him.

I thought they'd have pity.

- We kneel before you,
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 Lowes.

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.

- [Sara] Oh, Richard!

- Shepherd, I seek two men.

Witch-finders, they call themselves.

They were said to be headed this way.

- Matthew Hopkins and his assistant?

- [Richard] Aye.

- I've heard they're in Hoxne.

About four miles yonder.

But I can't be sure.

- Thank you, Shepherd.

Get out! Hah, hah, hah, hah!

- Oh, come on, Johnny! Give us a Kiss.

- Oh, get away from me.

- Oh! Stop it, you dirty rascal!

Heavens!

- [John] Here, I'll bet you two pennies.

- [Villager] Just for a drink.
Go on, Johnny, be a love.

- Ale, soldier?
- Aye.

To wash the dust from my throat.

- Another one for you?
- Aye, 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?

- Aye. He's gone to Cambridge today.

But you 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
Stearne, they call me.

- I'm husband to Sara Lowes.

- You all right, friend?
- Yeah.

- You better get out of here.
- Yeah, I'm going.

Don't worry.

- As for you, soldier.

You are coming down to see the magistrate.

-Am I?

Not with you!

Hah! Hah!

Hah!

Hah!

Hah!

Hah, hah, hah!

Hah!

Hah!

- [John] Quick, Matthew!

- For God's sake, Stearne, what
have you done? Who was that?

- Richard Marshall.
- Who?

- He's married to the girl, Sara.

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

He found out about Brandeston.

We're going to have 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 gonna 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
of 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.

- Robert, hello.

- Richard, you're back.
- Aye.

- What happened with the Captain?

- Nothing.

- I heard about Brandeston,
Richard. Hopkins and Stearne.

- I'll find them somewhere.

- But what can you do?

What proof have you that
they committed any crime?

- I've got Sara'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.

- Hup.

Come on. Hup.

- Parliament men. Comrades
of friend Marshall.

- There's some good ones coming now, look!

- Hey!

- 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.

- Oh, 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 can't go saying
things like that, friend.

- What he needs is a
little army discipline!

- I hear you need more pike-men
in your platoon, Sergeant!

- You'll pay for this!

- Hah! Hah, hah!

- Good horse you had there.
Cost a pretty penny, I reckon.

- We robbed the canteen mint.

- A right jester, he is.

- Yeah, well, a day's
fighting in Cromwell's army

will soon cure your wit, my lad.

- I am not doing any fighting.

Neither for the King or your
precious Cromwell, either.

You mark that well, soldier.
- Yeah, you coward.

Just like your 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.

- Aye. He pays you?

- We were partners.
- In what business?

- Extermination.
- Eh?

- And what does that mean?

- Now,

Matthew Hopkins.

Sir.

- [Matthew] Adequate. Very adequate.

- We did our best, sir.

- Lavenham has served
me well, Master Webb.

Now I must find out how I can serve you.

- They're all women, sir.

- [chuckles] Strange, isn't it?

How much iniquity the
Lord vested in the female.

- [Webb] Pardon, sir?

- Who makes the accusations?

- Myself, sir. I'm representing the town.

- Mm, how many?
- Three, sir.

- And what age?
- Well, two are young, sir.

Elizabeth Clark and Mary Reynolds.

The other's worn and old.

- Hm. Fetch the young pair here to me.

- And what of the other hag?

- Well, the old ones are more sensible.

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

- Oh, I see.

Sir?
-Yes, man?

- [Webb] Your assistant, sir.

We were told he, too, would
be coming to Lavenham.

- He's engaged elsewhere.

He's fighting for the Parliamentary cause.

- [Webb] Oh. He will be
joining you here, sir?

- I really can't say.

- [Webb] 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 pair here.

- Sir.

- 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.

- The conflict at Naseby, sir,

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 godliness.

- Nevertheless, your name will
symbolize the victory, sir.

- Whether I like it or not. Eh, Captain?

That cornet you so
highly recommended to me.

Is he to join us?

- He's coming now, General Cromwell.

- Good.

Amongst the most pleasurable
aspects of victory, gentlemen,

is the opportunity it
affords to reward valor.

It ranks almost with good food.

- Cornet Marshall, sir.
- Mm.

All right. Rest, Cornet.

Your captain has told me about you.

He says you're a good soldier.

- [Richard] 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 rumored to be making
for the Norfolk coast.

If that is the case,
find and apprehend him,

before he can escape to the continent.

- [Richard] It's an honor, sir.

- Pick your men. 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've 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 Stearne?

- Both.

- [Robert] 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.

- [Farmer] And what
about one of them, sir?

You won't find better horseflesh
in the whole of Suffolk.

- So, how much you gonna
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 of the morning.

- One guinea.

- And a quarter?
- I'll quarter you!

- Ah, 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, uh, 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 a guinea
and a quarter, would you?

Oh.

Do you know a man called Matthew Hopkins?

- You know where he is?

- I heard tell of such a man down south.

Lavenham, I believe.

- What's he doing in Lavenham?

- 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 you suspect nothing?

- When the country's torn by civil war?

- I didn't know there was a war on,

till you gentlemen told me so!

- Oh, come on, Richard.
We'd better go back.

- Aye, I suppose so.

I want to pass through
Lavenham, see how Sara 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 in Lavenham!

Hah! Hah!

- [Robert] Oi! Richard!

- Elizabeth!

Elizabeth!

Oh, God.

- All is ready, Master Hopkins?

- Aye.

- [Magistrate] Proceed
with the executions, then.

- Bring forth Elizabeth Clark.

- Right!

Siegel, fetch the ropes!

Oh, come on, you little bitch!

- No, no!

No!

- Hold still, will you!

- All right. Lower away.

- Slowly, now. Keep her slow!

- Elizabeth!

- Master Hopkins, there
are two more to be burned.

- Yes, Magistrate.

Master Webb!

The others!

- Here you are. 12 guineas in silver.

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

- We must thank you for your
good work, Master Witch-finder.

- Thank you, Magistrate, for your aid.

- Witch-finder!

- Greetings, Stearne.

- Is 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, Stearne.

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,
Stearne. 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!

- Sara, she's here.
- Very nice, eh, Matthew?

- No, you fool.

Don't you realize that if she's here,

that trooper must be around, too?

- But he's away, fighting.

- Suppose he got leave after Naseby.

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

- We better move along then, 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?

- [Matthew] We have the
power to do it, legally.

- Prove him a witch, huh?
- 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
plow-boy a seeing-to.

- Go out and ask around.
Find out if he's been seen.

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

-Who is it?
- Sara!

Open the door! It's me.

- Richard?

They were here, Hopkins and Stearne.

I didn't know what to do.
- I heard.

I saw them in the street.
I didn't know if they saw me 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.

- [Matthew] Go and get
us an extra man to help.

- 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, sir.

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!

- Drop that sword, soldier.

This man accuses you, Sara
Lowes, and you, Richard Marshall,

of consorting with the devil.

Is that not so, Master Webb?

- It is that, sir.

- Will you describe your evidence to us?

- I observed the accused
talking with their familiars,

and making the signs of Satan, sir.

- [Matthew] And what were these familiars,

to which you refer?

- [Webb] Black cat and a stoat, sir.

- You're a very observant
citizen, Master Webb.

Well, Sara?

Do you confess?

And what do you have to say, soldier?

- I'm gonna 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, Stearne.

- Hopkins!

- [Matthew] A Royalist
sympathizer, evidently.

- But what're we going to do with him?

- Leave him. I'll inform
the magistrate later.

We have more important work to do.

- Come on!

Get moving.

- Orders from the magistrate.
Suspected witches.

- Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

- [coughs] I heard them. They're-

- [Robert] Where are they taking 'em?

- To the castle, to test them.

- "Test them"?

- They're accused of,

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.

- All right, Stearne.

- No!

- Well, Captain Marshall?

Do you now confess?

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

Put her over here.

And you, Master Webb, help him.

- Master Hopkins and his
assistants! Are they here, man?

- That they are, sir.
- Well, let us pass, then.

- You're here to help the Witch-finder?

- We're here to find him, yes.
- Have you a signed pass?

- Sara.

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!

But 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 pass.

- [Robert] Come on, Harcourt!

- 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.

And fetch Captain Marshall over here.

He shall kneel before his
wife and watch her suffering.

- But Matthew!
- Go do it, man!

- [John] My eye!

Help me!

- Oh, God!

- You took him away from me.

You took him from me.

You took him from me.

You took him from me!

You took him from me!

- May God have mercy on us all.