All language subtitles for The.Crucible.1996.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

- Did you bring it?
- I've got it in here.

Quickly.

What you bring me?

Joseph Baker.

Richard Wilkens.

- Matthew Hopkins.
- Daniel Hopkins.

- Daniel Poole.
- Jacob Pope.

- William Bridges.
- Adam Town.

Jacob Poole.

Betty.

Ruth.

Make a spell on
Joseph Baker, Tituba.

Make him love me.

- Make Daniel Poole my husband.
- Bring me Adam Town.

I want Jacob Poole
to love me forever.

- Abby, who do you want?
- She wants John Proctor.

Get her John Proctor again, Tituba.

No, Abby, that be a bad thing.

Abby, no!

It's the minister!

Come away!
He'll see us!

I can't move! Help me!
Help me!

No, no! I can't move!
Help me, please!

I can't move!
Help me! Help!

Dress the child and
come to my study.

Betty.

Betty!

Betty?

Miss Williams.

Mrs. Griggs, Reverend Parris asks
that the doctor come at once.

- Betty's gone sick. She can't wake.
- Can't she?

The doctor's gone to the Putnam's.
Their Ruth can't wake either.

I fear there be no
medicines for this.

I have seen nothing
like it before.

There be no fever...

...nor wound...

...and yet she sleeps.

Oh, dear Lord.

My Betty is the same.

- The same?
- Only, her eyes are closed.

It's the devil, isn't it?
The devil is taking hold of them.

Oh, Goody Putnam...

Doctor, I beg you. She is my last,
my only. I cannot lose her.

I shall do all I can, Goody Putnam.

But this may be a sickness
beyond my art.

Thomas!

I beg you, we cannot leap to
witchcraft for the cause of this.

Don't you understand it, sir?

There are hurtful, vengeful spirits
laying hands on these children.

Let you take hold here.

Let no one charge you.
Declare it yourself.

Not yet. I need time.
I must think. I must pray.

Yes, I agree with Reverend Parris.

Good day to you, sir.

She still sleeps, then, doctor?

- She flies, you know.
- Flies? come now, man.

- George Collins has seen her.
- Seen what?

The minister's daughter
going over Ingersoll's barn.

- Uncle, perhaps you should go tell them...
- What should I tell them?

That my daughter
and my niece...

...were discovered dancing like
heathen in the forest?

we did dance...

...and let me be whipped if I must be,
but they are talking of witchcraft.

Betty's not witched!

were you conjuring spirits
in the forest?

- I want the truth now.
- We never conjured spirits.

Now, hear me, child.

You must know that there
is a faction in this church,

- sworn to drive me from my pulpit.
- I know that, sir.

And they will destroy me now
if my own house...

...turns out to be the center
of some obscene practice.

Now, I saw someone naked
running through the trees.

- No one was...
- Don't lie to me! I saw it!

- It were only sport, uncle.
- You call this sport? She cannot wake!

Give me upright answer, now.

Your name in the town is entirely
white, is it not?

There be no blush
about my name, sir.

Why did Goody Proctor discharge you
from her service?

Because I refused
to be her slave.

I have heard said
that John Proctor...

John Proctor and you...

My name is good in the village! Elizabeth
Proctor's an envious, gossiping liar!

Mr. Parris, they're asking for you.
You must come down, sir.

Betty, my sweet, wake up.

Wake up, Betty.

Betty!
Now, stop this!

I know you hear me.
Wake up now!

Betty!

John!

Giles and Martha are here.

All right.

Boys.

You've got to come with me
to the village, John.

Mr. Parris, God help us, has summoned
a meeting of the society.

What for?

What for? Why has that man ever called
a meeting except for his own benefit?

- I'm explaining it.
- Sorry not to have noticed.

They're saying his daughter, Betty,
has been witched.

She sleeps and can't be waked.
And the Putnam girl too, they say.

- What do you know of this,
Mary Warren? - Nothing.

I smell mischief here.

You must come with me, John.
They will look to your judgment.

- How can they not wake up?
- God knows.

You go right ahead, I'll be along.

- I'll see you soon, Elizabeth.
- Goodbye, Martha.

There are still
flowers in the field.

You might cut some.

- It's winter in here yet.
- Aye, I'll cut some flowers.

Give a penny. Give a penny.
Annoy the devil.

Goody Osborne, you have
no permission to beg here.

- I'll wait for you. I fear this.
- Fear it? Why?

Let us quiet our hearts.

You are all aware
of the rumors...

...of that spirit come
among us out of hell.

That hateful enemy of God and
all Christian people, the devil.

I have invited the Reverend John Hale
of Beverly to come to Salem.

He has delved deeply...

...into all demonic arts and will
surely go to the bottom of this.

You may recall in Beverly last year
they believed they had a witch...

...until Mr. Hale examined her...

...and decided she was
innocent to witchcraft.

But it may well be that in Salem
he will find signs of Lucifer...

...and if so, you may be sure...

...he will hunt him down.

Let us turn our hearts...

...to Psalm 73...

..."Sure God Is Good To Israel. "

Sure God is good to Israel

You will stop this now!
Betty!

- What'll we do? They're talking
witchcraft! - She means to tell.

We've got to tell or they'll
be calling us witches.

Witchery's a hanging error.
Like they done in Boston two year ago.

You'll only be whipped for trying
to conjure the boys and the dancing.

Now, listen to me, Betty, dear.

I've talked to your papa
and I've told him everything.

So there's nothing to
be feared anymore.

I want my mama.

Your mama's dead and buried!

I'll fly to her!

- Let me fly!
- Stop it!

- Betty, come here!
- Mama! Mama! No! Mama!

Why are you doing this?
I've told him. He knows now.

You drank blood, Abby!
You didn't tell him that!

You never say that again!

You drank a charm to
kill John Proctor's wife!

- No, Abby. - You drank a
charm to kill Goody Proctor!

Now, shut it!

- She's going to die!
- Now, look, you!

All of you.

We danced.
That is all.

And mark this...

...let anyone breathe a word...

...or the edge of a word
about the other things...

...and I will come to you...

...in the black of the night and
I'll bring a pointy reckoning...

...that will shutter you.

And you know I can do it.

I saw Indians smash my parents'
head on the pillow next to mine...

...and I have seen some
reddish work done at night.

And I can make you wish you
never saw the sun go down.

- Mama!
- No, Betty!

- Mama! Mama!
- Keep still, you little devil!

- Betty!
- The devil is here!

When she heard the psalm,
she ran straight for the window.

Mark it for a sign, Mr. Parris.
My mother told me that.

There is hard sickness here,
Giles Corey, so please to keep the quiet.

I've not said a word.
Nobody can testify I've said a word.

Rebecca, I fear we're lost.

She cannot bear to hear
the Lord's name!

That's a notorious sign of
witchcraft afoot, Rebecca.

What have you done?

Goody Nurse, will you go to our
Ruth and see if you can wake her?

I think she'll wake
when she tires of it.

I am 26 times a grandma.

They can run you bowlegged
in their silly seasons.

So you've sent for
Reverend Hale of Beverly?

Only to satisfy all that
the devil's not among us.

- Mr. Proctor.
- John, come help us.

We are all at sea.

Why not meet before you
decided to look for devils?

A man cannot pick his teeth without
some sort of meeting in this society.

Society will not be a bag
to swing around your head.

Mr. Proctor, you must know by now that
the better half of Salem village...

Dear friends.

Mr. Parris, I think you'd best send
Reverend Hale back as soon as he come.

This will set us all to arguing
again in the society.

Let us rather blame
ourselves than the devil.

Blame ourselves?

How can we blame ourselves?

I'm one of nine sons. The Putnams
have peopled this province.

And we have but one
child left of eight.

Goody Ann, we can only go
to God for the cause of that.

God?!
You think it be God's work...

...that you have never lost a child
or grandchild and I bury all but one?

Who or what lets us decide what is God's
work, Goody Putnam, and what is not?

God never spoke in my ear. I can't think
of anyone else he done the favor.

Your pardon, Rebecca.

Is this your mischief?

I hear the child goes
flying through the air.

Oh, she never flew.

We were dancing in the woods. My uncle
leaped in on us. She took fright, is all.

You'll be clapped in the stocks
before you're 20.

Oh, John, give me a soft word.

- No, Abby, that's done with.
- I am waiting for you every night.

You cannot. I never gave
you hope to wait for me.

I have something better
than hope, I think.

Child.

- How do you call me child?
- Wipe it out of mind, you must.

I'll not be coming
for you more.

You're surely sporting with me.

You know me better.

I know how you sweated like a
stallion whenever I'd come near you.

I saw your face when she put
me out. You loved me then...

...and you do now.

Abby, I may think of you softly
from time to time.

But I will cut off my hand
before I reach for you again.

We never touched.

Aye.

But we did.

I marvel how a strong man
may let such a sickly wife...

- Speak nothing of Elizabeth.
- She is blackening my name in the village!

Telling lies about me!

- She's a cold woman and you bend to her!
- Do you look for whipping?

I look for John Proctor,
who put knowledge in my heart.

I never knew what
pretense Salem was.

Christian women and
their covenanted men!

And all of them
boiling in lust!

And now you bid me go dead
to all you taught me?

I know you, John Proctor!

You loved me.

Whatever sin it is,
you love me yet!

Dr. Hale.

How can the devil be here?
we love God.

- It's Mr. Hale, John.
- I know who it is. Can I help you?

I thank you.

Heavy books.

Well, they must be.
They're weighted with authority.

I'm John Proctor, Mr. Hale.

You have afflicted children?

My children's healthy
as bull calves, sir.

Like all the other children
in this village.

Where is my wood? My contract provides
I be supplied with all of my firewood.

There are wheels within
wheels here, Mr. Hale.

- I hope you'll not forget that.
- That 6 pound is part of my salary!

Salary's 60 pound...

- I am a graduate of Harvard college.
- I am well-instructed in arithmetic!

I cannot fathom you people!

I can never offer one proposition
but I face a howling riot of argument!

I've wondered if the devil
be in it somewhere.

Welcome to Salem.

Mr. Hale!

Good to see you.

Well, I see you've
come well-prepared.

- This is Thomas Putnam.
- How do you do?

Allow me, sir.
This is my wife, Goody Ann.

Will you come to our Ruth? Her soul
seems flown away. Will you come to her?

Aye, I'll come directly.

And you must be Rebecca Nurse.

And Mr. Nurse?

You know me?

No, but you look as such
a good soul should.

All of us in Beverly have heard
of your great charities.

There is prodigious danger
in seeking loose spirits.

I fear it.

- Francis.
- Mr. Hale.

I go to God for you, sir.

I hope you do not mean
that we go to Satan here.

I wish I knew.

I hear you be a sensible man,
Mr. Hale.

I hope you'll leave
some of it in Salem.

Our child cannot wake, sir.
She lies as though dead.

And this one cannot
bear the Lord's name.

It's a sure sign of witchcraft.

No, no, Mr. Putnam. We must not
look to superstition in this.

The marks of the devil
are as definite as stone.

What book is that?

What's there, sir?

Here is all the invisible world.

In these books the devil stands
stripped of all his brute disguises.

Here are all your familiar spirits,
your incubi and succubi.

Your witches that go by land,
by air and by sea.

Have no fear now.

We shall find him out
if he's among us.

And I mean to crush him utterly
if he has shown his face.

Here is my niece, Abigail.

I'd like to examine your Ruth
before I say more.

Mr. Hale, I've always wanted
to ask a learned man...

...what signifies the reading
of strange books?

Many a night I've found her in a corner
reading of a book. Not the Bible, either.

- Who?
- Martha, my wife.

I'm not saying the devil's
touched her, but mark this:

Last night I tried and tried
but could not say my prayers.

Then she closed her book
and walked out of the house.

And suddenly, mark this,
I could pray again.

The stoppage of prayer.

We'll discuss that.

Mr. Hale, this way.

Was there no warning
of this affliction?

Do you recall any disturbance
before it struck?

Any unusual behavior?

Mr. Hale.

Mr. Parris.

I did discover my niece...

...with a number of her friends,
dancing in the forest.

- You permit dancing?
- No, no. It was secret.

- Mr. Parris' slave has knowledge of
conjuring. - Now, that may not be true.

Abigail, you must tell
me about this dancing.

- Common dancing is all it is, sir.
- When you are dancing, is there a fire?

Why?

There was a fire.
They were boiling something.

- Lentils and beans!
- Was anything moving?

- That jumped in. We never put that in.
- What jumped in?

I must see these other girls.

Who are they?
I want their names.

Someone called the devil
in that forest.

Who was it led you to
dance around the fire?

You can save yourselves
if you tell me who it was.

Was there one among you
who drank from the kettle?

Was there perhaps
a casting of spells?

Was there?!

Not I!
It wasn't me, I swear it!

These two children
may be dying! Who?!

- Tituba.
- I knew it!

- Tituba!
- Come out now!

She made me do it!
She made Betty do it!

- Tituba no do bad thing!
- She made me drink blood!

- You drank blood?
- My baby's blood!

Who murdered my babies?

I want their names!
Who are they?!

Why can the girls not wake? Did you
send your spirit out to silence them?

I love me Betty.

- Hang that bitch!
- No! Not Tituba!

You've conjured her to be silent,
have you not?

She beg me conjure.
She begged me make charm.

She lies!

She sends her spirit into me in church!
She makes me laugh at prayer!

- She's often laughed at prayer.
- She comes into me when I sleep.

- She makes me dream corruptions!
- Why you say bad thing, Abby?

Some nights I wake...

...and I find myself...

...standing naked in the open doorway
without a stitch on my body!

And she makes me do that...

...singing her damn Barbados songs,
tempting me!

Tituba, when did you compact
with the devil? Tell me!

I don't. I don't compact
with the devil.

Tell or I will beat you
to your death!

I tell!
I tell him!

I tell him.
I tell him.

I don't desire...

I don't desire to
work for him.

Then you saw him.

You poor woman.

He has you by the throat this
very moment, doesn't he?

Tituba, I'm going to break his
grip on both of you.

I'm going to pry open
the hands of Lucifer.

You would be a good Christian
woman once again?

- Aye, sir, a good Christian woman.
- You do still love God?

- I love him with all my being.
- In God's holy name...

- ... and to his glory...
- To his glory.

...open yourself, receive his cleansing
light within you. You want that?

- I want that light. Save me, Mr. Hale.
- I will, if you open your heart to me.

When the devil comes to you,
does he bring other people?

- Sarah Good? Does he bring Goody Good?
- Are they men or women?

- I couldn't see, it was dark!
- You saw him, why not others?

They was talking
and running around!

- Are they Salem witches?
- I believe so. Yes, sir!

I will protect you.

- The devil can never overcome
a minister. - I know that, sir.

Tituba, God put you in our hands
to help cleanse this village.

You are God's eyes.
Now, face God and speak utterly.

Who came to you with the devil?
Two? Three? Four?

- Was Sarah Good with him, or Osborne?
- Their names, their names!

- How many times he bid
me kill you! - Kill me?

"Rise up, Tituba, and cut that man's
throat!" That's what him tell me.

I said, "No, devil.
I don't hate that man. "

Him say, "Tituba, you work for me.
I make you free.

I give you pretty
dress to wear...

...and I put you way up
high in the air...

...and you going flying back
home to Barbados. "

And I say, "No, devil, you lie!"

And then...

...him come to me...

...one stormy night and him say,
"Tituba, look!

I has white people belong to me. "

And I look.

I look.

And there was Sarah Good!

I knew it! Bless you, Tituba!

- Aye! And Goody Osborne!
- I knew it!

They were midwives to me three times
and my babies shriveled in their hands!

I want to open myself!

I want the light of God!

I want the sweet love of Jesus!

I did dance for the devil!

I saw him!
I wrote in his book!

I go back to Jesus!
I kiss his hand!

I saw Sarah Good with the devil!
I saw Goody Osborne with the devil!

I saw Bridget Bishop
with the devil!

- I saw Goody Howe with the devil!
- She speaks!

I saw Goody Good!

I saw Goody Osborne!

I saw Goody Barrow
with the devil!

Hallelujah!

Glory be to God!
It is broken, they are free!

Where's the marshal?
Arrest Sarah Osborne!

Sarah Good in a jail.

Would you believe a court would ever
bother to jail that silly old turtle?

John!
Giles!

News from the village.
There were six more accused today.

- More mischief here, Giles.
- The town's gone wild, I think.

They've sent to Boston for the deputy
governor to come and take charge.

That's Danforth. He'll bring
some sense to it. That's good news.

Judge Hathorne condemned
14 more to the jail last night.

And promised hanging
if they don't confess.

- Confess? To what?
- Bewitching the children.

Abigail Williams suffers
most of all, he says.

Save my cider.

I'll go home now
and tell Martha.

I'm thinking if the
crop comes good...

...I'll buy Joseph ward's heifer.

- How would that please you?
- Aye, it would.

I mean to please you, Elizabeth.

It would be well if
you went to Salem.

Abigail told you it had naught to do
with witchcraft, did she not?

They say Ezekiel Cheever's clerk
of the court now. Can you not tell him?

God forbid you keep that
from the court, John.

- A wonder they do believe her.
- But they do.

Mary Warren...

...says that where Abigail walks the
crowds part like the sea for Israel.

I think you must go at once.

I would go tonight, John.

- Will you?
- I will think on it.

- You cannot keep it.
- I say I will think on it.

How will I prove what
she told me, Elizabeth?

We were alone together.
I've no proof of what she said.

You were alone with her?

For a moment, alone, aye.

Then it is not as
you told me.

A moment.
There were others close by.

- Do as you wish, then.
- I'll not have your suspicion anymore.

No, John, if it were not Abigail that you
must go to hurt, would you falter now?

- I think not. - You'll not judge
me more. I forgot Abigail.

- And I. - Spare me.
You forget and forgive nothing.

In this seven months
since she has gone,

I've not moved without
I think to please you.

But a funeral still marches
around your heart.

You're not open with me.
You saw her with a crowd, you said...

- I'll plead my honesty no more.
- John, I'm only...

No more!

I should've roared you down when
first you told me your suspicion...

...but like a Christian, I confessed.
But you're not God, Elizabeth!

Let you look for some
goodness in me.

And judge me not.

The magistrate sits in your
heart that judges you.

I never thought you but a good man, John.
Only somewhat bewildered.

Oh, Elizabeth.
Your justice would freeze beer.

- Judge Hathorne.
- Judge Danforth.

- Judge Sewall.
- Sir.

- Mr. Parris.
- Your Honor.

- Mr. Hale.
- Judge.

The selectmen.

Thomas Putnam.

The afflicted girls, sir.

I assure you, gentlemen...

...that His Majesty's Government
is now determined...

...that the devil
shall not rule over

one single inch of
Massachusetts!

And if indeed he has come...

...here in Salem is where
we shall dig him out.

Provided every precaution
be taken...

...to guard against the testimony
of distracted persons...

...and, of course, the mad.

Indeed, Judge Sewall.

Bring in Sarah Osborne!

Now, Sarah Osborne,
here is Sarah Good...

...who has confessed to witchcraft
and will not hang.

I bid you follow her example.

She testifies that when the devil
came to her, you were in his company.

There they stood, big as life.
Him and her.

And Osborne writing her name in his
book with her own red blood!

Your Honors, I never
see the devil in my life.

But I can dance as
fast backwards...

...as he can forward!

Sit down, I tell you!

- Sit her down!
- Let go of me!

You must stop your funning.
You must give up your stories!

You bring me to harm!
Do you hear me? You bring me to harm!

Stop hurting me,
Goody Osborne!

Help me, Judge Danforth!

- What are you doing to these girls?
- What do you mumble to make them so sick?

I was only saying my commandments.
I hope I may say my commandments!

Let her recite her
commandments.

Your Grace, I may only say
my commandments outdoor.

There are 10 commandments.
Do you know any?

Help me!

You have lied to the court.

I say, you have lied to the court.
Have you not?

I'm innocent to witch.
The devil knows that!

"Then Nebuchadnezzar the king
was astonished...

...and rose up in haste
and spake and...

...said unto his counselors:

"Did not we cast three men bound
into the midst of the fire?"

She's been to the court.

Get out of my garden,
you filthy beast!

Whose goat is this?

Take your hands off my goat!
And curb your wicked tongue!

Take your goat and get out!

The devil take you all!
All of you be damned!

You are arrested on
suspicion of witchcraft.

Any compact you have made
with the devil...

This man is full of spite!

I am no witch!
His goats were eating my food!

These girls are mad!

I warned you once before, Proctor.

That's my lumber.
You're in my bounds!

My land's always run up through
the forest and I haven't sold any.

It is clear in my
grandfather's will.

Your grandfather damn near
willed away my north pasture!

But he knew I'd bite his arm
if he tried it.

Good morning!
Morning, Mr. Putnam.

Order!

Now, Ruth Putnam, when
did you last see Mr. Jacobs?

He come to me two night
past when I was abed.

But, Ruth, you are mistaken.

You know me.
I am Mr. Jacobs, your neighbor.

I have 600 acres
next to theirs.

She has known
me all her life.

He come through my window.
Then he lay down upon me.

I could not take breath.

His body crush
heavy upon me.

And he say in my ear:

"Ruth Putnam, I will have your life
if you testify against me in court. "

What say you to this charge,
Mr. Jacobs?

But, Your Honor...

...I must have these
sticks to walk with.

How may I come
through a window?

But you could have sent out your spirit
through a window, could you not?

But how may my spirit
go out of my body?

There's a black man whispering
at his shoulder.

Ruth Putnam has
informed me...

...that there is a black man whispering
in your ear at this very instant.

He's there!
He's whispering, I see him!

- I see him. I see him.
- Do you see him?

A black man!

The devil is here!

- How dare you mock them, Martha Corey?
- What else are fools good for?

How do you dare go to Salem again,
when I forbade you?

No!
Don't hurt me!

I am sick, pray,
hurt me not!

Get in the house!
Go on!

I made a gift for you today,
Goody Proctor.

Thank you.
It is a fair poppet.

We must all love
each other now.

Go on in.

What ails you, child?

Oh, Mr. Jacobs will hang!

- Hang?
- Aye.

And Goody Osborne too.

- The deputy governor will permit it?
- He must.

But not Sarah Good.

She will only sit in jail some time,
for Sarah Good confessed, you see.

I am amazed you do not see
the weighty work we do.

The devil is loose
in Salem, Mr. Proctor.

We must discover
where he's hiding.

So I'll be gone every
day for some time.

- I am an official of the court now.
- I'll thrash the devil out of you!

I saved her life tonight!

I am accused?

You were somewhat mentioned.

But I told the court...

...I never seen no sign you ever
sent your spirit out to hurt no one...

- ... and they dismissed it.
- Who accused me?

I am bound by law.
I cannot tell.

Go to bed, Mary.

I'll not be ordered to
bed no more, Mr. Proctor.

I am 18 and a woman,
however single.

Do you wish to sit up?
Then sit up.

I wish to go to bed.

Good night, then.

Good night.

The noose is up.

There'll be no noose.

Abigail wants me dead, John.
You know it.

Thank you, my dear.

God bless you, child.

I come to tell you to think on
what to do to save yourself.

You'll say you cannot
see spirits anymore.

And you will never
cry witchery again.

I know you must speak so, John.
I understand.

But my spirit's changed entirely.

I suffer now.

It's the truth, John!
Look!

The bite your wife gave me
is not yet healed.

- My wife?
- Saturday...

...she come to my bed in the
night and bite my breast.

My wife has not left
the house this month.

Why must she leave the house
to send her spirit on me?

Don't George Jacobs come jabbing
at me with his walking sticks?

Feel the lumps he give
me only last night.

George Jacobs is
locked up in the jail.

And thank God he is!

They'll hang him.

- And he prays! He prays in jail!
- May he not pray?

And torture me at night while
he's praying! Hypocrite!

They all are. Thank God I have the
power to cleanse the town of them!

Hear me.

If ever you cry witch against my wife,
it will be the end of you.

I will not have her condemned.

I am but God's finger, John.

If he would condemn Elizabeth,
she will be condemned.

You know me.

If she is condemned,
it will be the end of you.

Samuel, I believe you are sometimes
not entirely content with us.

Am I correct?

I must tell you, Thomas.

I had not expected so much of our
evidence to come from children.

- Had you?
- I had not.

But you cannot doubt the children
are painfully attacked.

No, I see that plainly.

Recall the Gospel, Samuel:

"From the mouths of babes shall
come the truth. "

But it is also this
Putnam woman.

I wonder if losing her children
has not distracted her mind.

And Mr. Putnam is in constant disputation
with his neighbors over his boundaries.

Some tell me
he's not honest.

Dear friend...

...no court can wait for saints
to provide evidence.

I shall be scrupulously just.

Surely you will rest on that.

I never doubted that, Thomas.

- Mr. Hale.
- Proctor.

Good evening to you, sir.

- You are Goodwife Proctor?
- Aye, sir, Elizabeth.

Are you aware your wife's name
is mentioned in the court?

Our Mary Warren told us.
we're entirely amazed.

I am a stranger here.

I find it hard to draw a clear opinion
of them that are accused.

So I go tonight from house to house.
I come now from Rebecca Nurse's house.

Rebecca is charged?

God forbid that such a one be charged.
But she is mentioned somewhat.

Mr. Hale...

...I hope you'll never believe that
Rebecca trafficked with the devil.

Goody Proctor,
this is a strange time.

None can any longer doubt the powers
of darkness are attacking this village.

We have no knowledge
in that line, Mr. Hale.

I thought, sir, to put some questions as
to the Christian character of this house...

...if you'll permit me.

We have no fear of questions, sir.
Come in.

In the book of record
Mr. Parris keeps...

...I note that you are come to Sabbath
meeting but 26 time in 17 month.

Sit down, Mr. Hale.

I'll be straight with you.

No minister before Parris ever demanded
the deed to the house we lend him.

Since we build the meetinghouse had
pewter candlesticks upon the pulpit.

When Mr. Paris came, he preached nothing
but golden ones until he had them.

When I look to heaven and see
my money glaring at his elbows,

it hurt my prayer, sir.

It hurt my prayer.

And your children. How comes
it the last is not baptized?

Mr. Parris won't lay his hand upon my baby.
I see no light of God in that man.

But the man's ordained.
Therefore, the light of God is in him.

What is your suspicion?
I hung the door of the church!

- That's a good sign.
- Maybe we are too hard on Parris.

But sure we never
loved the devil here.

Do you know your
commandments, Elizabeth?

I surely do.

I'm covenanted, sir. There be no mark
upon my Christian life.

And you, mister?

Aye, I'm sure I do.

Let you repeat them.

- My commandments?
- Aye.

Thou shalt not kill.
Thou shalt not steal.

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's
goods nor make graven images.

Shalt not take the name
of the Lord in vain.

Thou shalt have no other gods
before me.

Thou shalt keep the
Sabbath day holy.

Thou shalt honor thy father and mother.
Thou shalt not bear false witness.

Shalt not make
any graves...

- You said that twice.
- I know.

- Adultery, John.
- Aye.

You see, between the two of us, we do
know them all. I think it be a small fault.

Theology, sir...

...is a fortress.

No crack in a fortress
may be accounted small.

I bid you both good night, then.

Mr. Hale?

Mr. Hale.

I know the children's sickness
had naught to do with witchcraft.

What?

Parris discovered them
sporting in the woods.

- They were startled and took sick.
- Who told you this?

Abigail Williams.

Abigail told you it had naught
to do with witchcraft?

- She told me the night you came.
- Why did you keep this?

I never knew till tonight the world
has gone mad with nonsense.

I have myself examined Tituba,
Sarah Good and 26 others...

...who have confessed
to dealing with the devil.

Why not, when they must hang for
denying it? You ever thought of that?

I have a rumor you do not believe there
are witches in the world. Is that true?

The Bible speaks
of witches, so...

Sir, I am a good woman.
I know it.

If you believe that I may only do good
work and yet be secretly bound to Satan...

...then I must tell you
I do not believe it.

You bewilder him.

- But you do believe there are witches?
- If I am thought one, then no.

You surely do not fly
against the Gospels?

Question Abigail Williams
about the Gospels, not myself!

They've taken
Martha and Rebecca!

On what charge?

The supernatural murder
of Putnam's babies!

Rebecca murdered children?
Are you still believing this?

Remember, until an hour before the devil
fell, God thought him beautiful in heaven!

I never harmed no one!

I never harmed no one!

My dear Rebecca!

We'll soon have you free!

Pity Cheever, not us!
He's the one going to hell!

Good evening to you, Proctor.
All.

Cheever.

- I've a warrant for your wife.
- I know nothing of this. Who charged her?

Abigail Williams.

For what crime?
On what proof?

I like not to search
a man's house.

But, by law, I must enter.

Will you hand me any poppets
your wife may keep here?

I have kept no poppet
since I were a girl.

This is Mary's.

Mary, come down here.

Mary!

I had my doubts, Proctor.
But this is calamity!

You see it, sir?
It is a needle.

What signifies a needle?

The Williams girl, Abigail,
today she fall to the floor...

...with a needle stuck
in her belly!

She testified your wife's spirit
pushed it in!

- Tell how this poppet came to be here.
- What poppet is that, sir?

This poppet!
This poppet!

I made that in court and
give it to her yesterday.

A needle's been discovered
inside that poppet.

- I meant no harm by it.
- You stuck it in yourself?

For safekeeping.
I must have forgot to take it out.

You are certain this be your natural memory?
No one's conjuring you to say this?

No, sir, I am entirely myself.
Ask Abby.

Abby sat beside me
when I made it.

That girl is murder. She must
be ripped out of the world!

- You heard that, Herrick? "Ripped out. "
- Out of my house!

And you with him!

- You are a broken minister.
- I promise you, if she is innocent...

If she is innocent?

Why is it never wondered if Parris
be innocent? Or Putnam or Abigail?

Are the accusers always holy? Were they
born this morning as pure as God's fingers?

I'll tell you what's walking
Salem: vengeance.

The crazy children are jangling the keys of
the kingdom and vengeance writes the law!

I will not give my wife
to vengeance!

I think I must go
with them.

Mary, there is bread enough for morning.
You will bake in the afternoon.

- Heed your father. Help him.
- Yes, Mother.

I'll bring her home soon.

Aye, John, bring me soon.

Be good, my boys.

I will fall like an ocean
on that court.

Fear nothing, Elizabeth.

Let go.
Let go, Joseph.

I will fear nothing.

Ashamed of yourselves!

How can you do this?
She has children!

Don't you touch her!

God will never forgive you!

- You'll not chain her!
- Get your hands off her!

I'll kill you!
Damn you!

In God's name, John, let me stand
to my duty. I must chain them all!

Help them, Giles!

You are coming with me
to court tomorrow.

You will tell the court how that poppet
come here and who stuck the needle in.

I cannot charge murder on Abigail.

She'll charge lechery on you,
Mr. Proctor.

- My wife will not die for me.
- I cannot do it!

That goodness will
not die for me, Mary.

- I will bring your guts into
your mouth! - They'll turn on me!

You will tell the court what you know!
Make your peace with it!

- Peace!
- I can't do it!

I can't do it!
They'll turn on me!

Now hell and heaven grapple on our backs
and all our old pretense is ripped away.

Aye.

And God's icy wind will blow.

Now, Martha Corey,
how did you know beforehand...

...that Goody Wofford's pigs were
to die the night of your visit?

As you know well, Mr. Hathorne,
I have kept pigs all my life.

And pigs that is not fed properly is
very likely to die! I had suspicions.

Suspicions? You predicted the pigs
would die! How come you to know that?

Mr. Hathorne!

I am innocent to a witch.
I know not what a witch is.

If you know not what a witch is,
how do you know you are not one?

- Excellency!
- Beware that man!

We have evidence for the court!
The girls are frauds!

Mary Warren has come back

To tell the truth.

She's a liar!

Who is this man?

- Giles Corey. And a more contentious...
- I'm old enough to answer.

I am Giles Corey.

I have written a deposition which
will open up your eyes, sir.

This is John Proctor.
He has 300 acres.

And Francis Nurse, 500 acres!

The court is in recess!

Your Excellency...

...I never called my wife a witch.
I only said she were reading strange books.

We mean no disrespect, sir.

Disrespect?
This is disruption, mister!

This is the highest court of the
supreme government of the province.

Do you know it?

Who is this man?

His wife's Rebecca Nurse,
condemned this morning.

Nurse?

Indeed.

I have only good report of your character.
I'm amazed to find you in this uproar.

Excellency, we have proof for
your eyes. The girls are frauds!

Mary Warren, we were told you were sick.
What are you about here?

She has been striving
with her soul, Mr. Parris.

She would speak with
His Excellency.

Beware this man. This man is set
and bound to destroy my ministry.

You must hear this child.

We must do nothing but what
justice bids us do, Mr. Hale.

What would you tell us,
Mary Warren?

She never saw no spirits, sir.

She'll swear to you none of
the other girls ever saw them.

And you intend to spread this lie in
open court before the whole village?

We were sure His Excellency would
welcome the truth, as we can prove it.

Have you ever seen the devil,
Mr. Proctor?

No.

And there is no desire lurking in your heart
to undermine these investigations?

No, sir, I come only to save my
innocent wife and my friends.

What do you make of this?

God help me, I cannot say...

...but I'm sure the child
must be heard, Thomas...

...or it will surely spread
that you've silenced her.

Is this the man whose
wife is pregnant?

Aye, she's the one.

Your wife...

...has sent me a claim that
she is pregnant now.

There be no sign of it.

We have examined her body.

But if she says she is pregnant,
she must be.

That woman will never lie,
Mr. Danforth.

- She will not?
- Never, sir, never.

You say you have no other purpose
than to safeguard her. Very well.

The law forbids harm
to the innocent child.

So if I tell you now that your wife
will be safe until she is delivered...

...will you drop this charge?

She is saved at
least this year.

And a year is long.

Your purpose is accomplished,
mister.

Or is your design somewhat...

...larger?

- My friends' wives are also accused...
- There! He comes to overthrow the court!

- I am no lawyer... - The pure
in heart need no lawyers.

Proceed as you will.
And quickly.

This is a sort of testament,
signed by 91 people.

They declare they've known
our wives over many years.

Never seen no dealings
with the devil.

- This is an attack upon the court.
- Is every defense an attack?

All innocent and Christian people
are happy for the courts in Salem.

These are gloomy for it.

I think you must
wish to know why.

Mr. Cheever.

Have warrants drawn for all of these.
Arrest for examination.

- They've done no wrong. - I have
brought trouble on these people.

Not if they are of good conscience,
Mr. Nurse.

You misunderstand, sir.

A person is either with
this court or against it.

There be no road between.

This is a new time.

A precise time.

we live no longer in the
dusky afternoon...

...when evil mixed itself with
good and befuddled the world.

Now, by God's grace, the good folk
and the evil entirely separate.

I hope you will find
your place with us.

Mr. Herrick...

...find Mr. Putnam and
bring him here to me.

This is...

...very well-phrased.
You have no legal training?

I have the best, sir.
I am 33 time in court in my life.

And always plaintiff too.

Your father tried a
case of mine once.

Might be 35 year ago, I think.

Did he?

He never spoke to you of it?

No, I'm afraid I cannot recall it.

well, that's strange.
He give me 5 pound damages.

Did he?
Well done.

Mr. Putnam.

We have an accusation by
Mr. Corey against you.

He states that you prompted your daughter
to cry witchery upon George Jacobs...

...so that you might buy up
his forfeited land.

It is a lie.

This man is killing his neighbors
for their land!

- But where is your proof?
- The proof is there.

The day his daughter
cried out on Jacobs...

...he was heard to say
he bid her do it.

I have it from an honest man
who was there when he said it.

And the name of this man?

Why...

...I cannot give you his name.

Then I shall have no choice but to
arrest you for contempt of court.

Do you know that?

This is a hearing. You cannot clap
me for contempt of a hearing.

It is a proper lawyer.

Very well.

Mr. Corey.

The court is now in session.

Oh, my God.

Your Honor, if what he says is true,
why won't he tell us this man's name?

It is understandable that he
conceals the man's name.

There is prodigious fear
of this court in the country.

No uncorrupted man
may fear this court.

None.

Giles Corey...

...you are under arrest
in contempt.

Now, decide.

Either you give me the man's name
who accuses Mr. Putnam...

...or you will sit in jail
until you be forced...

...to answer our questions.
Mr. Proctor, what...

I'll kill you, Putnam!
I'm not done with you!

Remove him.

Say no more, John.
He means to hang us all!

Have no fear, Giles.
This will bring you home!

Mary Warren's deposition.

She swears upon her immortal soul
she lied and her friends lie now.

They never saw Satan and
no witch ever hurt them.

That is the truth, sir.

Excellency, clearly this goes
to the heart of the matter.

In God's name, sir, a claim so weighty
cannot be argued by a farmer.

Send him home and let him
return with a lawyer.

- Now, look you, sir...
- I have signed 17 death warrants!

This argument you must let
lawyers present to you!

For a man of such
terrible learning...

...you are most bewildered, Mr. Hale.
Do forgive me.

I have been 42 year at the
bar and were I called...

...to defend these people,
I promise you, I should be confounded.

Consider, now.

In an ordinary crime...

...witnesses are called to
prove guilt or innocence.

But witchcraft is
an invisible crime.

Therefore, who may witness it?
The witch, of course.

And the victim.

Now, we cannot expect the witch
to accuse herself, can we?

Therefore, we may only
rely upon her victims.

And the children
certainly testify.

Therefore, what is left for
a lawyer to bring out?

But this one claims the
girls are not truthful.

But that is precisely what
I am about to consider.

What more may you ask of me?

Mr. Herrick,
bring the children here.

- I should like to question Mary.
- Will you be silent?!

Enter.

Children.

The Bible damns all liars.

Your friend, Mary Warren...

...has given us a deposition stating
that she never saw familiar spirits...

...and was never attacked
by any manifest of the devil.

She claims as well that you
never saw these things either...

...and that you are
all pretending.

Now, it may be that Satan
has conquered Mary...

...and sent her here today to
distract our sacred purpose.

If so...

...her neck...

...will break for it.

But if she speak true...

...I bid you all confess
your pretense now...

...for a quick confession
will go easier with you.

Abigail Williams.

- Is there any truth in this?
- No, sir.

The poppet that were discovered
in the Proctor house.

She claims she made
it in the court...

...and that you saw her stick the
needle into it for safekeeping.

That is a lie, sir.

Did you see Goody Proctor's spirit?

And did she stab you,
as you have charged?

Goody Proctor sent her spirit
and it stabbed me.

If she is lying...

...it can only mean she would
see your wife hanged.

She would wish that, sir.

This child would murder
your wife?

That is not a child.

Mary, tell how she led you
to dance in the woods.

This man is blackening my name
since I came to Salem.

what is this dancing?

Mr. Parris discovered them
in the dead of night.

- And they have danced naked.
- Naked?

when I first arrived,
Mr. Parris told me that.

- I did not say they were naked.
- But she have danced?

Aye.

Mary Warren.

If you will permit me, Excellency.

Mary, in the court
you would faint...

...when people accused of witchery
sent their spirit out to choke you.

That were pretense, sir.

But your skin turned
icy and pale.

They are all marvelous
pretenders.

Then can she pretend
to faint now?

Why not? If it were all pretense,
pretend now.

Come.
Turn cold, Mary.

Faint.

- I cannot faint now.
- Can you not pretend it?

I have no sense of it now.

Why?
What is lacking now?

Is it that we have no
afflicting spirit loose...

...but at the trials
there were some?

I never saw no spirits.

Then faint by your own will.

Come, do it.

I can't!

Are you protecting Satan? Confess!
You did see attacking spirits!

No! I only thought I saw them,
but I did not!

Your Honor.

I heard the other
girls screaming...

...and you seemed
to believe them.

And then the whole world cried
"Spirits! Spirits!" and...

child.

I must ask you to
search your heart.

Is it possible the spirits you
have seen may be illusion only?

- This is a base question.
- I only ask you to consider...

And what shall I consider?

Have I seen my blood running
out of my flesh or have I not?

Is this my reward for risking my life,
to be mistrusted and denied?

Oh, my child,
I do not mistrust.

Beware, Mr. Danforth.

Do you think yourself so mighty
the devil may not turn your wits?

What say you?

Satan is no respecter of persons,
Mr. Danforth. He may corrupt anyone!

I feel the power of
hell in this room!

Oh, Abby, no!

A wind!

A cold wind!

- Your Honor, I freeze!
- They're pretending.

She is cold as ice, Your Honor!

Mary, stop this wind!

- Do you witch her?
- No.

Take back your spirit.

Let me go!
I cannot do it!

Oh, heavenly Father!
Take away this torment!

- Whore! How do you call heaven?
- Proctor, for God's sakes!

- It is a whore, Mr. Danforth!
- He lies!

Mark her now! She'll stab me with
a scream, but she is a whore!

This will not pass.
You will prove this.

I have known her, sir.

I have known her.

In what time?
What place?

In the proper place,
where my beasts are bedded.

My dear, good wife saw her for what
she is and put her out on the highroad.

And being what she is,
a lump of vanity...

...she thinks to dance with me on
my wife's grave, and well she might...

God help me, I lusted!

For this is a whore's
vengeance now.

I place myself entirely
in your hands.

Do you deny every scrap
and speck of this?

If I must answer
that question...

...I will leave and never
come back and I will

tell the world that
Satan has won Salem!

Your Honor.

What man will cast
away his good name?

What look do you give me?

I will not have such look!

You will not leave this room.

Mr. Parris.

Go to the jail and bring
Goodwife Proctor here.

Excellency, this is all a snare.

Bring her.

Now...

...we shall touch the bottom
of this swamp.

Your wife, Mr. Proctor,
you say is an honest woman.

In her life, sir, she have never lied.

And when she put this
girl out of your house...

...she put her out for a harlot
and knew of her a harlot?

Aye, sir, she knew
her for a harlot.

If she tell me, child,
it were for harlotry...

...may God spread
his mercy on you.

Hold.

Turn your back.

Turn your back.

Do likewise.

No one may speak...

...or gesture aye or nay.

Mr. Cheever.

Report this testimony
in all exactness.

Enter!

You will look at
me only, Goody Proctor.

In my eyes only.

We are informed that at one time
you dismissed your servant...

...Abigail Williams.

Why?
For what cause?

Need not look at your husband.

The answer is in your memory.

Why did you dismiss
Abigail Williams?

She dissatisfied me
and my husband.

In what way dissatisfied you?

- She were...
- Look at me.

Were she slovenly?

Lazy?
What was it?

Your Honor...

My husband...

...is a good and righteous man.

He's never drunk or wasting
his time at the shovelboard.

But I were a long
time sick last year.

And I thought I saw him turning
from me. And this girl...

- Look at me.
- Aye, sir.

What of Abigail Williams?

I came to think
he fancied her.

And so one night I lost my wits, I think,
and put her out on the highroad.

And did he indeed
turn from you?

He...

To your own knowledge...

...has John Proctor committed
the crime of lechery?

Answer my question.

Is your husband an adulterer?

No, sir.

Remove her.

Elizabeth, I've confessed it.

- Oh, God.
- I beg you, stop now!

- She spoke nothing of lechery.
- It is a natural lie to tell!

Judge Danforth, I cannot shut my
conscience to it! I believe this man!

Private vengeancy is working
through this testimony!

By my oath to heaven,
this girl is false!

- What is it?
- What's there?

It's on the beam.
Beneath the rafter!

Why do you come,
yellow bird?

But you cannot want
to tear my face!

Envy is a deadly sin, Mary!

This is a black art,
to change your shape.

- Abby, I'm here!
- No, Mary, don't come down!

- I'm not hurting her!
- Why does she see you up there?

- She sees nothing!
- "She sees nothing!"

- Have you compacted with
the devil? - Never. Never!

"Never!
Never!"

- Why must they repeat you?
- They're sporting!

"They're sporting!"

- Abby, stop it!
- "Abby, stop it!"

- Stop it!
- "Stop it!"

- Stop it!
- "Stop it!"

What brought you to this turnabout,
Mary Warren? Has the devil got to you?

God damns all liars, Mary.

Have you made compact with the
devil to destroy this investigation?

- Hold to the truth.
- What brought this change in you?

You have made compact with
the devil, have you not?

She's spreading her wings!

She's coming!

Look out!
She's coming down!

You will put an end
to this now!

I'm telling you, sir! I know this girl!
She's entirely false!

Run!

Grab them all!

They're running to the sea!

Stop them!

Stop them!

Get your hands off me!

Don't touch me!

You're the devil's man!

I go your way no more!

I love God!

He bid you do the devil's work?

He come at me
by night to sign.

- Sign what?
- The devil's book?

- He come with a book?
- My name! He want my name!

"I'll murder you," he says,
"if my wife hangs!"

"we must go and overthrow
the court," he says.

No, I go your way no more!

This girl's gone wild!

I love God.

I bless God!

Oh, Abby,
I'll never hurt you.

John Proctor!

I have seen your power!

You are combined
with Antichrist!

You will not deny it.

- Excellency, this man...
- I'll have nothing from you, Mr. Hale!

will you confess yourself...

...befouled with hell...

...or do you keep that
black allegiance yet?

What say you?

I say you are pulling heaven
down and raising up a whore.

I say God is dead!

Do you hear him?

Do you hear him?

John Proctor, you're dead!

I quit this court!

Having committed witchcraft...

...Rebecca Nurse...

...George Jacobs...

...Mary Eastey, John willard...

...Martha Corey...

...Elizabeth Howe...

...John Proctor, Elizabeth Proctor...

...Mary Sibber, Hannah Bellows...

...Bridget Bishop and
Sarah Osborne...

...are from this church...

...with all its blessings and
every hope of heaven...

...hereby excommunicate.

No, I'm innocent.

I am no witch!

You'll all burn in hell!

Purge your contempt. Give us the name
of the man that accused Putnam!

You will say it!

Speak, man!
We cannot relent!

What say you, Corey?

More...

...weight.

Lay on.

You are commanded
by the court. Lay on!

I cannot sleep, sir.

A woman comes to my bed every
night now and tears at my eyes.

Can you make out
who she may be?

I believe she be Reverend
John Hale's wife, sir.

You must be mistaken, my child.

- The wife of a minister is not likely...
- Satan may reach anyone, sir.

Why, then, absolutely no one
in the world is safe?

Is that your meaning?

You are mistaken, child.

You understand me?

The Williams girl.

Come away from her.

God forgive you,
Abigail Williams.

I beseech you, Thomas.

It must end.
Now.

It has struck the people very hard
that so many will not confess.

There's a faction here, Thomas,
feeding on that noose.

They're sick of hanging.

I tell you, Samuel,
I shall not rest...

...until every inch
of this province...

...belongs again to God.

Quickly!

I've got it.

They mean to take
you this morning.

There's a ship in Boston Harbor.
It's bound for the Barbados.

I have money for the guard.

I never dreamed any
of this for you.

I wanted you, was all.

Listen to me, John.

I have money.

We could see tomorrow
on the ocean.

The jailer will let you go.
Let me call him.

I must board ship, John.

Will you not speak?

It's not on a ship we'll
meet again, Abigail...

...but in hell.

- Vanished?!
- She's run off with 31 pound.

- I am penniless.
- Mr. Parris...

...you are a brainless man.

Excellency, hear me,
I beg you.

Let us postpone more
hangings for a time.

Now, these three...

...that must die this morning, John Proctor,
Rebecca Nurse, Martha Corey...

...they have great weight
yet in the town.

Now, if you let them stand
upon the scaffold...

...and send up some innocent prayer,
then they will wake a vengeance on you.

Then Proctor must confess.

Now!

He must confess.

Where are you taking her?

Where are you taking her?

Pray, be at your ease.

we come not for your life. we...

Mr. Hale.

John is marked to
hang this morning.

I have no connection with
the court, Goody Proctor.

I come to save your husband's life.
Do you understand me?

We must help John give
them the lie they demand.

It is no lie.
You cannot speak of lies.

It is a lie.
They're innocent.

I tell you, woman,
life is God's most precious gift.

No principle, however glorious,
may justify the taking of it.

Will you plead with him?

Let him give his lie.

It may be that God damns
a liar less than he that...

...throws away his
life for pride.

I think that may be
the devil's argument.

Are you stone?

He will die with the morning.

But if he will confess, you shall
both be at home tomorrow.

I promise nothing.

But let me speak
with him alone.

The child?

It grows.

No word of the boys?

They're well.

Rebecca's Francis keeps them.

- But you have not seen them?
- I have not.

They come for my life now.

I'm thinking I will confess, Elizabeth.
What say you if I give them that?

If I confess?

I cannot judge you, John.

What would you have me do?

As you will, I would have it.

I want you living, that's sure.

How can I mount the scaffold
like a saint? I'm not that man.

It is a pretense.
My honesty's broke.

Nothing's spoiled giving them
this lie that were not...

...rotten long before.

And yet you've not
confessed till now.

It's only spite keeps me silent.

It's hard to give a lie to dogs.

I would have your forgiveness,
Elizabeth.

It is not for me to give, John,
if you will not pardon yourself.

It is not my soul, John.
It is yours.

Only be sure that...

...whatever you will do,
it is a good man does it.

I have sins of my
own to count.

It needs a cold wife
to prompt lechery.

Oh, enough.
Enough.

It's better that you should know me.
You take my sins upon you.

No, I take my own.

I take my own.

John...

I counted myself so plain...

...so poorly made that no
honest love could come to me.

Suspicion kissed
you when I did.

I never knew how I
should say my love.

It were a cold house I kept.

Oh, my love.
My love.

Forgive me. I never knew
such goodness in the world.

- Oh, John, forgive me.
- My love.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

I want my life!

God be praised!

He will confess!

- This is God's work!
- Bring out the condemned!

Rebecca Nurse!
Martha Corey!

Why must it be written?

Why, for the good
instruction of the village.

This we shall post
upon the church door.

John.

Courage, man.

Your good example may
bring them to God as well.

Hear this, Goody Nurse.

Now, Mr. Proctor.

Did you bind yourself
to the devil's service?

Oh, John, not you!

I did.

Now, woman, you see?

It profit nothing to keep
this conspiracy any further.

Will you confess
yourself with him?

It is a lie!

It is a lie!
How may I damn myself?

God send his mercy on you, John.

Now.

Mr. Proctor...

...when the devil appeared to you,
did you see Rebecca Nurse...

...in his company?

No.

Did you see her sister,
Mary Eastey, with the devil?

No, I did not.

Did you ever see Giles Corey
with the devil? Or his wife?

I did not see them.

Did you ever see anyone
with the devil?

No, I did not.

Let him sign it. It is enough
he confessed himself.

It is a weighty name, sir. It will strike
the village that Proctor confess.

Let him sign and be done with it,
for God's sake!

Thomas!

If you please, mister.

You've seen me sign it.
You've no need of this.

- Proctor, the village must have proof.
- Damn the village!

Is there no good penitence
but it be public?

God does not need my name nailed
to the church. God knows my sins!

Now, look, you...

How may I teach my sons to walk
like men and I sold my friends?

You have not sold your...

I blacken all of them when
they have hanged for silence!

I must have good and legal proof
that you have confessed to witchcraft.

You are the high court.
Your word is good enough.

Tell them Proctor broke to his
knees and wept like a woman.

But...

...my name I cannot sign.

Why? Do you mean to deny this
confession when you are free?

I mean to deny nothing.

- Then explain to me why you will not...
- Because it is my name!

Because I cannot have
another in my life!

Because I lie and sign
myself to lies!

Because I am not worth...

...the dust on the feet
of them you have hanged.

I have given you my soul,
leave me my name!

Is that document a lie?

If it is, I will not accept it.

You will give me your honest
confession in my hand...

...or I cannot keep
you from the rope.

Which way do you go, mister?

Marshal.

Then you will hang!
You cannot!

I can. And there's your
first marvel, that I can.

Give them no tear.

Show honor now. Show a stony
heart and sink them with it!

Who weeps for these...

...weeps for corruption.

Take them.

Proctor.
Proctor.

Go to him.
There is time yet!

Proctor!

In the name of God, confess!

Confess!

Woman, plead with him.

Be his helper.
Go to him.

Take his shame away!

He have his goodness now.

God forbid I take
it from him.

God bless you, Rebecca!

God bless you, Martha!

God bless you, Rebecca!

You're a good man, John Proctor!

Our Father,
which art in heaven...

...hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done...

...in Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread.

Forgive us our trespasses...

...as we forgive them
that trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom...

...the power and the glory...

...forever and ever!

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