Previously on Salem
Mary Sibley: [voiceover] Previously on Salem
Increase Mather: I will find Mercy Lewis, with or without your help.
Anne Hale: Are you saying that I am...
Magistrate Hale: A witch.
Increase Mather: Tomorrow I shall bring John Alden's case before the board.
Cotton Mather: He is innocent and you know it.
[John Alden is shown removing the Malum from its box.]
Selectman: By order of Increase Mather, I place you under arrest.
Cotton Mather: I've decided to defend Captain Alden.
Increase Mather: To defend?
Mercy Lewis: Let the little children come unto me for the kingdom of the Devil belongs to them. Come, sit here, poor boy. Poor, sweet boy. Worked to death by your family, every day of your life, making you unfit for burial in the churchyard so they dumped you here. Alice, died in childbirth, pregnant from your mother's brother. There! There, the baby! Smothered to hide the evidence. Let mother and child be together. I am your mother now. All of you! And you all are my children. My father, the good Reverend Lewis, said that there is no Purgatory, no place for souls lost between Heaven and Hell, but he was wrong. Earth is Purgatory. We are the ghosts that haunt this land.
Mary Sibley: No, Mercy, you are very much alive, perhaps more alive than any of us, yet you have hidden yourself like a ghost. Increase searches everywhere for you. He will never look here.
Mercy Lewis: But my girls! What of my poor girls?
Mary Sibley: He has four of them, but do not fear for them or yourself. Soon our Grand Rite will cleanse this land of the evil men do and the men who do it, like the Great Flood of Biblical times, making way for our new world. And rest assured, Mercy, you, your girls and all your children shall have a place there.
Mercy Lewis: Oh, thank you! But tell me, tell me so I may reassure them in their fear, what is it? What is coming?
Mary Sibley: [Shows Mercy the Malum] Death.
Cotton Mather: [voiceover] 'Tis an ancient, proverbial truth that it requires but one dead apple to rot an entire barrel, and I come to believe that it requires but one apple to make this whole land equally rotten, though not just any apple but the Malum. The icon of the apple runs through almost every image we have of the Grand Rite. The Grand Rite brings about death, death on a mass scale. We know little of its operation or the mechanism of magic that unleashes the death that follows. Only this one, enigmatically simple sentence: Malum Est Aperta. The Evil Begins. But I have been misreading it all these years, we all have, my father included. Malum means 'evil' but, equally, 'apple', and I now believe the sentence to read "The Apple Opens" and, by implication, unleashes the death that results. I believe I have seen that apple, or the box that contains it, in the house of John Alden.
[There is a knock on the door.]
Cotton Mather: Yes?
Anne Hale: [From outside the door] Reverend Mather? I know it is late.
Cotton Mather: [Rises to open the door] What are you doing out?
Anne Hale: I am sorry, I didn't know who else to turn to. You are the only one who can help me.
Cotton Mather: Well, then you did the right thing by coming but how may I help you, and with what?
Anne Hale: Do you think it's possible to be a witch and not even know it?
Cotton Mather: Um, I... I think one would know if one had deeded one's soul to Satan.
Anne Hale: But what if someone deeded it for you?
Cotton Mather: I can assure you, Miss Hale...
Anne Hale: No. I want more than your assurance. I want... I want you to examine me, now, for the mark of the Devil, then you may assure me.
[Anne Hale is shown lying on a bed while Cotton Mather examines her body for a witch's mark. During the examination, Anne's eyes briefly turn red and a forked tongue flickers from her mouth. Cotton does not see this.]
Cotton Mather: I feel no sign of Satan. You seem to me, in every respect, unmolested by the Devil. I assure you, Miss Hale, if you were a witch, you would know it.
The House of Pain
[The four girls from the previous episode are bound to chairs. Increase Mather uses a metal mask and one of his torture devices to make a clanging sound.]
Increase Mather: Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for... I wonder who will be first. Who will it be?
Emily Hopkins: What do you mean?
Increase Mather: Whoever will speak will not burn. Simple. Close in here this evening, no? I think I'll take some air. While I'm gone, consider which of you will be the first to confess what the witch, John Alden, did to you.
[Increase Mather leaves, dropping the mask and device in the lap of one of the girls. After he is gone, Mercy Lewis crawls down from the rafters.]
Emily Hopkins: Mercy, thank God. We cannot hold on. He is going to make us turn.
Elizabeth: But you have come to save us.
Mercy Lewis: No, it doesn't work that way. You're not ready to travel as I do. But remember we still serve the Queen of the Night, and she has not forgotten you, any more than I have, and there will be a day when she will save you, I promise. But for now, you must give that old goat what he wants.
Emily Hopkins: I'm terribly afraid it's us he's going to serve up.
Mercy Lewis: This is surely part of her design. Her web is greater than all of ours and she has a vision, a vision of what this land could be. So do as Reverend Mather asks and speak against John Alden at the trial.
[Note: Dialogue in italics is spoken in Widdershins. Elder 1 = The one with a face covered in pustules. Elder 2 = The one without eyes.]
Elder 1: You succeed where generations have failed. The Grand Rite is nearly complete.
Elder 2: The five more victims we need are at hand. All will die before moonrise and Malum Aperta.
All Elders: Malum Aperta
Mary Sibley: But why John Alden?
Elder 1: A sacrifice. You've sacrificed so much already. A little soul you offered up in these woods. So you should know.
Elder 2: That is what makes it a sacrifice.
Elder 1: The hurting.
Mary Sibley: But he is innocent.
Elder 1: Yes... innocent blood.
Elder 2: The Malum will open, many innocents will die, what matters one more?
Mary Sibley: It matters to me.
Elder 1: We have known you since a girl.
Elder 2: We raised you.
Elder 1: You are like our own daughter. When you weep.
Elder 2: We weep.
Elder 1: When you bleed.
Elder 2: We bleed. Now tears of blood. But that blood and these tears are our weapons.
Elder 1: You are what you are. Nothing can ever change that.
Elder 2: Mary, listen to me. To free him would reveal what you are to him.
Elder 1: You think he could love you then?
Elder 2: Do not lose his love. Use it for all of us. That is the sacrifice.
Increase Mather: In all of the literature on witchcraft, on malice, "malum" is "evil", so you tell me why, in this particular case, should it signify "apple"?
Cotton Mather: I have reason to believe the Malum referred to here is an actual object, and that object is here in Salem, awaiting use against us.
Increase Mather: Well, it's an interesting theorum but it fails the most basic tenet of rational thinking. Tell me, the shortest distance between two points is?
Cotton Mather: A line.
Increase Mather: Correct. And often the simplest explanation is the correct explanation.
Cotton Mather: I'm only trying to stop the Grand Rite.
Increase Mather: Stop the Grand Rite? You? Oh my, the arrogance of youth. Would you even know how to stop it, and at what cost, or would you like to hear from one who actually has stopped it, and has paid the cost?
Cotton Mather: You? I never knew.
Increase Mather: Many years ago, in Marburg. You were still just a... a baby. The German witches, oh, far bolder than even the Essex witches. They attempted the Grand Rite. Within the space of a month, a dozen children disappeared. Their bodies were found, bled dry, their innocent blood soaked the ground, and as the full moon approached, more children disappeared and I knew the Grand Rite was nearing its completion so while others searched for the children, I hunted the witch and I found him. He had taken the appearance of a six year old girl but I knew, this was no girl, it was him. And I strangled her with my bare hands. And as the life left that body, the Devil reached out and snatched the body but I held on, I was determined that he should not return to his home in Hell and my hands were plunged into the boiling black tar.
Cotton Mather: Hellfire?
Increase Mather: These hands have actually touched Hell, and they burn me still.
Cotton Mather: But the Grand Rite was averted?
Increase Mather: There really is only one way to stop the Grand Rite. One must kill the witch that began it before the moonrise than ends it. In this case: kill John Alden.
[We see John Alden being led through the street on his way from the jail to the meeting house. An angry crowd has gathered, shouting "Witch!". A piece of food is thrown at him.]
Increase Mather: It's no secret that John Alden has a cold and a wilful hatred for us, for everything we believe, and for our Puritan community of saints. And so it was that a young John Alden severed himself from Salem and rootless, faithless, and loveless, cast himself into the crucible of war, where he was captured by the heathen Indians and that seed of evil within, already a hard and vicious knot, found fertile ground in which to flourish, and the savage servants of the angry Eldrich gods, they saw in Alden a gift from Satan, a powerful and vicious weapon to be used in their hopeless war against us. And so, because of his hatred for us, and his hatred for one he felt had betrayed him, a powerful and a vicious weapon he became.
Cotton Mather: Sir, this is pure fancy! Bald conjecture. You have no idea what may or may not have happened to Captain Alden while fighting for all our lives against the Indians, or when he was held their captive.
Increase Mather: Well, then let him speak. Let Alden tell us here and now exactly what transpired during that long period of time when you were lost amongst the savages. Speak, man. Speak! No? All those years. What could he have been doing? I will tell you. Like Satan in the Book of Job, he was walking to and fro upon the Earth, mastering the tools of malice, learning the dark art of sending demonic familiars to do his bidding at a distance. You will observe, here, upon his neck, an iron-hard raised lump with a hole, and it was here where he suckles his familiars. [John Alden laughs and Increase Mather strikes him across the face.] You will not laugh again. I'm sure you have laughed many times to think how, beneath the very nose of a devoted young wife, you turned our leader, a once-robust George Sibley, into a suffering heap that he is today. And after you had undermined the pillar of our community, you unleashed a campaign of terror. It was Alden who projected that spectre of dread, the Night Hag, to terrorise Mercy Lewis. And you will ask why, why Mercy Lewis? Well, perhaps it was because her father, the good Reverend Lewis, married Alden's bitterly lost love to a hated rival, or perhaps it was just to show that no one in Salem is safe, not even the daughter of a blessed Reverend. Cotton, you attended Mercy Lewis. You have no doubt as to what ailed her?
Cotton Mather: She was indeed under spectral attack, but Captain Alden...
Increase Mather: Captain Alden! What did he say when he witnessed such an attack?
Cotton Mather: He cast some doubt upon it.
Increase Mather: Some doubt? I am told he said that it was "bullshit", and he said that prayers were worthless. Prayer worthless! Ask yourselves; every time we have attempted to catch and stop a witch, who has risen up to defend them? Who, alone among us, in encounter time after time after time with witches has emerged with nary a scratch upon him? Whose name was on Giles Corey's lips as he died? Who has proclaimed that he will see every man here in his grave? And who stood up to defend Bridget Bishop even in the very sight of the monstrosity she had created? I swear to you, this man condemns himself every time he opens his mouth. And like Satan in the Garden of Eden, John Alden understands that women are the open doorway through which evil enters to poison us all. How many women young and old, good and bad, has Alden bewitched? It has been seen that John Alden attempted to seduce even the highest women in the land. Mary Sibley, did not the accused forcibly enter your house, nay into your very boudoir in the dead of night?
Mary Sibley: Would I allow such a thing?
Increase Mather: I do not know. But your servant man has testified that Alden did indeed forcibly make entry in the night.
Mary Sibley: He came to discuss politics.
Increase Mather: Politics?
Mary Sibley: Indeed. To announce his intention to take his father's seat on the select board.
Increase Mather: In the middle of the night? Miss Hale, the accused was seen kissing you forcibly in public. There is no blame attached to you, you are a slight and defenceless slip of a girl, but do you deny it?
Anne Hale: He did.
Increase Mather: He did. A snake in the grass, that is what John Alden was and what John Alden is. And when he was not attempting to seduce his betters, he was satiating his own inhuman lusts in roomfuls of whores in the brothel run by his very own witches. And worst of all, the tender young maidens of Salem, so eager to fall prey to his serpentine ways.
[The four girls from Mercy's group are shown sitting in a row on a bench, as witnesses. They are shackled. Increase Mather points at Emily Hopkins, who stands.]
Emily Hopkins: Mercy told us it was... it was John Alden who came in... in the shadows in the night, that he kissed and licked and bit every part of her, but he bewitched her so she might not name his name but she might blame all on the Hag. He took her in the night, in spectral form, and gave her body and soul to the Devil himself! And she... she drew us in after that with magical tricks and... and games, and soon we were dancing in the woods with him, where we touched each other and, one after the other, lay with him.
Cotton Mather: Really? All of you? Are you saying, Emily, that you are not a maiden? If I were to examine you, have one of the women here examine you, they would find that you were not intact?
Emily Hopkins: He... um... he has tongue and fingers and uh, invisible instruments of pleasure...
Cotton Mather: Ah!
Emily Hopkins: But I... I had my eyes closed, I don't know what he did.
Cotton Mather: These are phantasms! Fabrications of the mind! And who here among us has not had, even involuntarily, some heated thoughts? This girl has been overwhelmed by them, especially in the face of extreme torture by my own father. Put to the rack, threatened with death, even an innocent girl might think herself a witch and any man around her a devil. I submit to you that everything you've seen here today is the result of torture worthy of the Inquisition! Who is it who has really violated women? John Alden, or one who possesses and uses tools such as this?
[Cotton Mather produces a piece of cloth stained with blood and the "choke pear", demonstrating the latter to the assembled congregation, many of whom react with outrage.]
Increase Mather: [Snatches the "choke pear" from Cotton Mather.] How dare you!
Cotton Mather: No, sir, how dare you!
Increase Mather: [In response to the clear outrage of the congregation.] This session is suspended for the day. We will resume in the morning, when tempers have cooled.
[Increase Mather leaves the meeting house. John Alden is led away by the militia.]
John Alden: The whole town wants to hang me, like I'm some kind of monster, like I possess some dark magic power.
Cotton Mather: And you do.
John Alden: Oh, not you too.
Cotton Mather: No, I don't believe you're a witch but I do believe you possess something of dark magic power. Where is the Malum?
John Alden: What?
Cotton Mather: The box. [Lowers his voice a little.] The box you found that lured that infernal witch to your house.
John Alden: Why?
Cotton Mather: I believe it is the fabled Malum, the key to the Grand Rite.
John Alden: This more of your book nonsense?
Cotton Mather: [Shows John Alden ones of his books.] That box, covered in images, I believe it is the greatest weapon of the witches, that it contains some kind of supernatural agent of destruction, which will open when the Grand Rite is completed, releasing its doom upon us like, like the myth of Pandora.
John Alden: Look! If the thing is what you say it is and your father knows that I have it, that is the final nail in my coffin.
Cotton Mather: And what if it's the only chance we have?
John Alden: Giles has it.
Cotton Mather: Giles? Giles Corey is dead.
John Alden: And I buried it in his grave.
[Cotton Mather is shown digging up Giles Corey's grave. Once the body is uncovered, he pats it down before tearing the winding cloth to check inside, coughing and retching as he does so. He finds nothing and when he removes his hands from inside the winding cloth, they are covered in a viscous fluid.]
The House of Pain
[Increase Mather is shown inside the House of Pain. He picks up a knife, uses it to cut into his wrist, and then uses a piece of cloth to soak up the blood. He hands the cloth to one of the militia men.]
Increase Mather: You know what to do with it?
[The militia man nods and leaves. After he is gone, Cotton Mather enters.]
Cotton Mather: Father, I must speak to you.
Increase Mather: What now? More disrespect?
Cotton Mather: No, sir. I still think what you do is fundamentally wrong, that there must be other ways, but I am afraid. Deathly afraid. I fear while we disagree on methods, we are both determined to stop the Grand Rite.
Increase Mather: Well, I'm gratified that you at least acknowledge that.
Cotton Mather: The Malum is here, or was. I saw it. I touched it even.
Increase Mather: Indeed. And where is it?
Cotton Mather: I don't know.
Increase Mather: Well, tell me where you saw it.
Cotton Mather: In John Alden's house.
John Alden's House
[Increase Mather forces the door open and enters, Cotton Mather following him. They split up to search the house, Cotton going upstairs. After a fruitless search, Cotton comes downstairs to find Increase tossing John Alden's belongings around as he searches.]
Cotton Mather: Father, you don't understand, he was helping me. It was he who trapped the witch and carried her with me to the woods to question and kill her.
Increase Mather: You don't understand. In some respects, the witches are not unlike us. They have factions, they have power struggles. Your friend Alden was not trying to catch a witch, he was eliminating a rival. You are blinded by your own doubt and it will destroy you. If I grant you that there is a possibility that Alden is innocent, can you not grant the possibility that there is a one in ten, nay, a one in hundred chance that I am right? And if I am, thousands will perish. The nation itself may fall. Can we take that chance? I cannot. Can you? I tell you, Cotton, you do not know this man nearly as well as you think you do.
Cotton Mather: I searched Giles Corey's grave. The Malum wasn't there.
John Alden: That's impossible! I buried it myself.
Cotton Mather: Who else knew?
John Alden: No one. Just you. And you don't believe me.
Cotton Mather: I'm not sure what to believe. I am certain only of two things; all our lives may depend on finding and destroying the Malum...
John Alden: And?
Cotton Mather: And you are being less than honest with me.
John Alden: I've told you everything.
[They are interrupted by the sounds of an approaching crowd. Increase Mather is shown leading a number of people onto the scaffold above the jail. The four girls from Mercy's group can be heard whimpering as they are led onto the scaffold.]
John Alden: What the Hell is going on? Those girls are innocent!
[Emily Hopkins breaks free of the militia man who is restraining her and runs down to the door of John Alden's jail cell. She pushes an unseen object into his hand.]
Emily Hopkins: Forgive me! It's the only thing I regret, lying about you.
John Alden: Look, I know what they did to you. It's not your fault.
Militia Man: [Seizes Emily Hopkins and pulls her away] Get over here!
John Alden: Damn you! [to Cotton Mather] Do something, they're just girls!
[Cotton Mather leaves him to climb onto the scaffold. Once he is gone, John Alden opens his hand to reveal that Emily Hopkins has returned his half of the silver coin. The other three girls are led onto the scaffold and nooses are placed around their necks. The crowd shouts abuse at them. Dollie Trask is seen in the shadows, watching in distress. As Emily Hopkins is led onto the scaffold, she stops in front of Increase Mather.]
Emily Hopkins: You! You promised you'd spare us!
Increase Mather: I am sparing you the flames of this world and of the next. You will not suffer long. A full measure of mercy is being added to your legs.
[As he speaks, heavy chains are wound around the legs of each of the girls.]
Cotton Mather: Let go of me! Father, you lied! You promised these girls they wouldn't...
Increase Mather: Burn. Nor shall they.
Cotton Mather: Don't do this, Father. How can this possibly help? You said yourself they were victims!
Increase Mather: It is sad but true but they're tainted by the Devil. I fear they carry his very seed.
Cotton Mather: How can you be certain?
Increase Mather: I am certain. I am certain of the threat they pose to Salem, just as I am certain that your weakness poses a threat but, above all, I am certain that, like a surgeon, I have no choice but to cut out the malignant manifestation of malice before it can spread any further.
Cotton Mather: No, stop! [He runs to try to remove the noose from Emily Hopkins' neck.]
Emily Hopkins: Please help me! Please! Please!
[Cotton Mather is pushed back by one of the militia men.]
Militia Man: Get back!
[At Increase Mather's nod, the ropes are pulled, dragging the four girls into the air. The chains on their legs weigh them down and their necks break with audible snaps. The crowd shouts abuse at them. Anne Hale watches from amongst the crowd. Mary Sibley watches briefly from the gate of the House of the Seven Gables before turning around and walking back inside.]
Dollie Trask: Mercy! Where are you? Mercy!
Mercy Lewis: What is it? Dollie, what has happened?
Dollie Trask: Emily, Elizabeth, Susannah and Charity. Increase Mather has hung them all. You swore that they would be safe but they're dead. All of them have been killed! You said your master would protect us and she did nothing!
Mercy Lewis: Go back to Salem. Gather the young, the poor, the suffering. They will be our army. A new day is upon us, and that new day demands a new Queen of the Night!
Increase Mather: I know that so many of you find it hard to accept, impossible to believe that John Alden, son of one of our founders and a brave soldier in our defence, is guilty of malefic witchcraft. Fine. Fine. Suspend your belief or not, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that Alden be convicted and sentenced for what he truly is: a traitor and a murderer.
Cotton Mather: What? Whatever do you mean?
Increase Mather: I submit that while John Alden was with the Indians, he not only took up with them, he took up arms against his own people, slaughtering militia men in his own company. Good New England men, every one of them. I swear this to be true, and I dare John Alden to deny it. I dare you to tell me that you did not paint your face as a heathen Indian and smash the skulls of men in your own company!
Cotton Mather: Outrageous accusations! Wherever did you find such nonsense?
Increase Mather: I have sworn testimony from the slave Tituba.
Cotton Mather: Aha! Lies and fantasies.
Increase Mather: Lies, Captain? Fantasies? Do you dispute the charges? Speak.
Cotton Mather: Captain, is this all true?
John Alden: Every sane man in this place knows I ain't a witch.
Increase Mather: Are you a traitor? Are you a murderer?
Cotton Mather: Damn you, John, answer him.
[John Alden does not answer.]
Increase Mather: So you see, sometimes silence can be the most eloquent confession of all. I have no doubt, not a sliver of a doubt, that John Alden is a witch but even had I not, I would still maintain that he must hang for crimes he will not deny. [To the select board] And nor should you.
Cotton Mather: For God's sake, tell me my father is wrong. Tell me you are not the man he says you are.
John Alden: What does it matter now?
Cotton Mather: It matters to me, whether you duped me all this time.
John Alden: Are you sure you want the truth? Are you really damn sure you know the difference between good and evil, as you Puritans, you think the world is just black and white? What if the truth of the world is that it's nothing but grey? After the Battle of the Great Swamp, I was left for dead but I was found by the Mohawk. Not the Indians we fought, no, the Mohawk aren't our friends but they are the enemies of the Abenaki we fight. In all honesty, I don’t think I’ll ever understand why they saved me. It is a mystery to me to this day. The scar your old man found he said was from feeding a familiar? That was from digging a ball of lead out of me and healing it with their medicines.
[As John Alden speaks, flashbacks are shown of his past with the Mohawk tribe.]
Cotton Mather: They held you for ransom?
John Alden: No. They treated me with kindness and respect, and their holy men took an interest in me. I’m not even sure why or what he saw in me, but if he hadn’t... I’d be dead. So I lived amongst them. I shared their food and their shelter. I even hunted with them. One day, me and a few braves returned from a hunt to find the village had been burned to the ground. The women and the children, they were all scattered like dead, fallen leaves, slaughtered.
Cotton Mather: By the Abenaki?
John Alden: No, militia. Our militia. Couldn't even be bothered to tell one Indian tribe from another. A red fog descended upon me, and it did not lift until I ran through those woods and killed every one of those bastards, every one but one. And that I corrected the night I found the box.
Cotton Mather: And the Malum?
John Alden: I didn't know nothing about that. You said it was something that the witches wanted badly. When we lost that witch in the woods, I thought it was best to hide it so, like I told you, I buried it with Giles.
Cotton Mather: And then someone unburied it.
John Alden: Maybe you've got nothing to worry about because, according to your father, I am the witch behind it. So all you have to do is hang me and everything will be just fine.
Cotton Mather: What I can't figure out... what I am trying to surmise is... is after all of this, after everything we have been through, you needed a friend or a pawn? [He walks away.]
The House of the Seven Gables (Mary's Boudoir)
[Mary Sibley is sitting opposite her mirror, holding her half of the coin and weeping. Her reflection is shown as the Hag, who has tears of blood streaming down her face.]
Isaac Waldon: Weeping don't help. Trust me, done my fair share.
Mary Sibley: Isaac. God, you're still bleeding!
Isaac Waldon: Round here, who ain't?
Mary Sibley: [Breaks down sobbing, clutching at Isaac, and sinks to the floor.] Oh, what have I done?
Isaac Waldon: I know none of this is your fault, and all of its mine! He was on his way out of town that day, I stopped him. If it weren't for me, he'd be long gone and none of this would've happened. I might as well pull the rope myself in the morning. I've as good as killed John Alden. [He grabs Mary by her upper arms.] But you, you can save him.
Mary Sibley: I can't, I can't.
Isaac Waldon: You're Mary. You're Mary. They all call you Mary Sibley. Do you know what I call you? In my head, to myself? In my heart? Magic Mary. You were always magic, even back when we was just sprouts. You could do anything, always could. You just have to want it bad enough! And you do. Don't you? You do want John Alden to live.
[John Alden is sitting against the back of his cell with his eyes closed when Mary appears and bends down to kiss him on the forehead. He opens his eyes.]
John Alden: How did you get in here?
Mary Sibley: They will hang you tomorrow.
John Alden: They? Well, aren't you one of them, Mrs Sibley?
Mary Sibley: Sometimes I no longer remember who I am. But I know who you are. An innocent man.
John Alden: [Laughs] Hardly. You know, it's almost funny. Salem finally sentences someone to die for something they've actually done. Go home, Mary. Go back to your life, Mrs Sibley.
Mary Sibley: You are my life.
John Alden: Well, it's a little late for that thought.
Mary Sibley: I'll not let you hang. I can save you.
John Alden: The good people of Salem, the people I've been trying to save, they all want me dead. They think I'm the Devil himself. I'm no Devil. But I am guilty of treason and murder and I'm ready to hang for it. Besides, I'm awfully tired. Tired of living without you.
Mary Sibley: There's still a way for us to be together.
John Alden: It's over. What's wrong with you? Have you gone mad like everyone else in this town?
Mary Sibley: John, I promise you...
John Alden: No, don't. Neither of us are very good with promises so no more vows.
Mary Sibley: Listen to me.
John Alden: I am listening to you but you aren't making any sense. Look around you. These are stone walls, barred windows, an iron door, and right above us, a thick rope awaiting my neck. Those are the stubborn facts and all the love in the world can't change a single one of them.
Mary Sibley: You're wrong. Love is stronger than fact, stronger than everything. But I tell you, John, there is still a place for us in this world.
John Alden: Only in dreams.
Mary Sibley: All right, then. One last time. Dream with me.
[The scene shifts and John Alden and Mary Sibley are now in the woods outside Salem. When John Alden opens his eyes and sees his surroundings, he lets go of Mary and quickly moves away from her in shock. The episode ends with them looking into one another's eyes.]