Previously on Salem Edit

John Alden: [voiceover] Previously, on Salem

[Mary Sibley is shown watching as a Militia Man throws a torch into the Crags, setting Mercy Lewis and her followers alight.]

Mary Sibley: Witches! Kill them all!

Mercy Lewis: [screams in pain]

[Reverend Lewis is shown in his house, turning at the sound of a voice from behind him to see Mercy Lewis, who is badly burned.]

Mercy Lewis: Father, your baby's home.

Dollie Trask: I would do anything for you.

Mercy Lewis: You'll be the means of my vengeance.

[Reverend Lewis is shown stuffing a cloth into Isaac Walton's mouth. Mary Sibley and Dr. Wainwright are shown in the hospital.]

Mary Sibley: Hathorne wonders if you really came to town to cure the plague.

Dr. Wainwright: I seek the seat of the soul.

Mary Sibley: And where is it?

Dr. Wainwright: [wrapping his hand around Mary Sibley's neck] I believe it's right about here. I'll try and be gentle.

Mary Sibley: Don't bother.

[Anne Hale is shown surfacing in a bathtub in a dreamscape, and coming face to face with Countess Von Marburg.]

Countess Von Marburg: I'm the last of the true witches.

Anne Hale: I know nothing of the witches. I didn't even know I was one.

[Anne Hale is shown using telekinesis to throw off the Militia Man attacking her.]

[Anne Hale is shown in the bathtub in the dreamscape with Countess Von Marburg, who forces a kiss on her.]

Countess Von Marburg: We will meet again, little owl.

[John Alden is shown taking part in a ritual with the Mohawk tribe. He is also shown receiving his tools of power, and with Petrus in his hut.]

Petrus: I sense them, your tools of power. A witch dagger to kill, a moon stone to see, and a medicine bag to be unseen. Be careful with that one.

[John Alden cuts Petrus' throat.]

[Mary Sibley is shown in the Meeting House with Alexander Corwin. As she speaks, John Alden is shown on the balcony above them.]

Mary Sibley: The role of magistrate cannot fall to an unsympathetic foe. It must be a witch.

[John Alden is shown clubbing Alexander Corwin over the head.]

Tituba: Corwin is nowhere to be found. Whoever is out there, they are targeting us.

[Countess Von Marburg is shown in her bathtub in her state room. Her eyes are white. Mary Sibley is shown in her boudoir, bending over her bathtub. When she looks at her reflection, she sees a hag standing behind her. The hag pushes her into the water and forces a kiss on her. When Mary surfaces, her mouth is bloody. In her state room, Countess Von Marburg is also shown with a bloody mouth.]

The House of the Seven Gables (Mary's Boudoir) Edit

[Tituba is shown leaning over the bathtub. Her image ripples, as though seen from beneath the surface of the water. Mary Sibley's hair is wet and she is sitting on the floor in front of the fire, wrapped in a blanket.]

Mary Sibley: In my own home, my own bathtub. How is it possible?

Tituba: Someone wants to kill you. First Corwin, now you.

Mary Sibley: No. No, I was helpless in its horrid grip, like a mouse would be in mine. No, if it wanted me dead, I would be dead.

Tituba: What, then? A warning?

Mary Sibley: [stands] Who in the hive has the power to challenge me?

Tituba: No one. Whether you know it or not, I have never done anything that was not in your best, true interests. Yet your anger and mistrust prevents you from heeding my warnings.

[As Tituba speaks, Mary discards her blanket and puts on her dressing gown.]

Mary Sibley: Oh, warnings.

Tituba: I told you long ago to eliminate Mercy. But you let her live long enough to do us real and permanent damage. Now, I tell you again. Do not ignore the very real danger that Anne Hale poses.

Mary Sibley: I have no fear of her.

Tituba: By the time you do, it will be too late. She has returned from Boston. And her power comes on fast - faster even than yours did. It is wiser to drown her now while still a kitten. Do not wait to face the full force of her claws.

Mary Sibley: We can do nothing until we know who it is who seeks to attack us. I will deal with Anne Hale. Go to Petrus. His many eyes must have seen something.

Woods/Petrus' Hut Edit

[Tituba is shown walking in the woods. When she reaches Petrus' hut, she sees his dead body. She removes her gloves, takes a knife from the table, cuts out his eyes and eats them. She drops the knife back on the table before leaving the hut.]

Opening Credits Edit

Salem Street/Abandoned Building Edit

[As the people go about their business, a cart can be heard trundling through the street. A man in a plague mask is seen through a crack in a door, drawing the cart and calling out for bodies.]

Collector: Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!

Man: [offscreen; from behind the door] Excuse me! I have one in here but I'm too weak to lift him. Please help.

[The Collector stops at the sound of the voice, setting down his cart and moving to investigate.]

Collector: All right. Back away from the door.

[The Collector opens the door, which has a red cross painted on it. He enters the house, looking around until he sees the body of Alexander Corwin. He lifts his mask and leans forward to get a closer look.]

Collector: Selectman Corwin?

[John Alden strikes the Collector from behind, knocking him unconscious and taking his mask. He is next seen outside, his identity concealed by the Collector's mask and cloak, as he loads Corwin's body onto the cart. He pushes the cart through the street.]

John Alden: Bring out your dead. Bring out your dead.

Salem Commons Edit

[Magistrate Hathorne is shown standing on the scaffold with four of the selectmen. His words to them are inaudible at first, but become clear as the camera draws closer to him.]

Magistrate Hathorne: ...very heart of our Puritan America, to judge our own cases. [He uses his cane to gesture to the jail cells beneath the scaffold, and sees Cotton Mather in the crowd.] The Reverend Cotton Mather returneth. Like a dog to its vomit.

[Cotton Mather walks down the steps and approaches the jail cells, which are crowded. The prisoners include an elderly man and children, and all appear to be dirty and miserable. He gestures to them with his hands.]

Cotton Mather: Appalling. How can you keep prisoners in such conditions?

Magistrate Hathorne: [moves from the scaffold to stand in front of the jail cells] Well, perhaps you'd care to donate some of your father's estate to help pay for the cost of building larger and more sanitary holding cells for accused witches. What are you doing here anyway? I'd heard you'd been admonished not to interfere any further with Salem's affairs.

Cotton Mather: [turns to face Hathorne] Salem's affairs are every man's affairs. But in fact, I come as a family friend to offer solace and spiritual advice to Anne Hale.

Magistrate Hathorne: [chuckles] Well, truly, sir, if you had any concern for her well-being, surely the kindest thing you could do would be to stay miles away from her. I'm sure her father would...

Cotton Mather: [cuts Hathorne off] Her father would be appalled at how you fill his shoes as magistrate.

Magistrate Hathorne: I am magistrate now, and I will deal with prisoners as I see fit. [Cotton Mather begins to walk away but Hathorne stops him] Really, Mather, you're not needed here. Salem is almost as sick of witch hunters as it is of witches.

[Cotton Mather deliberately knocks Hathorne with his shoulder as he walks away.]

The House of the Seven Gables (Mary's Boudoir) Edit

[Mary Sibley is seated in a chair, a plate of grapes at her elbow. Anne Hale stands in front of her.]

Anne Hale: How dare you summon me like an errant child?

Mary Sibley: Such a big menace for just a small girl.

Anne Hale: I am neither menace nor a girl.

Mary Sibley: No? There was an incident last night outside one of the checkpoints into Salem. One man killed, another man frightened witless.

Anne Hale: [distressed] I intended none of that. It just happened.

Mary Sibley: You are like a keg of gunpowder ready to explode. I'm afraid I've made my decision. I simply cannot allow you to live on like this in Salem.

[Anne Hale runs to the door, which closes as she nears it. Her attempts to open it are to no avail.]

Anne Hale: No. You let me out. You cannot...

Mary Sibley: I can. Child, I could kill you a hundred ways. I will not lie. Others have urged me to do just that. And I am fully prepared to cut your candle short.

Anne Hale: What do you want?

Mary Sibley: Merely to help you be you. [stands] I know you find it hard to believe, but I hold no malice against you.

Anne Hale: And yet you would kill me a hundred ways.

Mary Sibley: [slowly circling Anne Hale] As I would a savage, untrained dog. But first I might try to train it. And if that dog would accept the muzzle, then I might find that it no longer posed a threat to every innocent that passed by, may even become a... trusted companion.

Anne Hale: Death or submission.

Mary Sibley: Or alliance.

Anne Hale: How do I begin?

[Mary Sibley moves to stand directly in front of Anne Hale. As she speaks, she turns Anne to face away from her, stroking her hair away from her face. Anne closes her eyes as Mary touches her.]

Mary Sibley: There is no magic without... arousal. Just relax. Close your eyes. Shh. Now imagine someone. A man, perhaps. You may know him.

[Anne Hale leans back her head as she imagines Cotton Mather kissing her. Mary Sibley runs her hands over Anne's body as she speaks, with Anne imagining Cotton in Mary's place. In her imaginings, Anne wears a half-open nightgown.]

Mary Sibley: His breath in her ear. His hands on you. His lips on your neck.

[Anne Hale opens her eyes and gasps. Mary Sibley is no longer touching her.]

Mary Sibley: Come. I have something for you.

The House of the Seven Gables (Library) Edit

[Mary Sibley removes a book from one of the shelves in the library, offering it to Anne Hale.]

Mary Sibley: Your Book of Shadows. Some books are made to be read, others to be written. Every one of us must keep one, a private grimoire of all our thoughts and dreams, our magic and experiments, all our deeds, dark and light. If it be worked properly, no one but she who inscribes it will be able to read what it contains, at least not while the author still lives.

Anne Hale: And after they are gone?

Mary Sibley: After the death of a witch, the book finds its way to the Samhain. This ensures the survival of the discovery of witches so that the old ways are not lost. Some of these go back hundreds of years, to some of the earliest Essex witches. In fact, I have your father's book. That's how I knew he was dead. The book appeared that morning. Now go home and inscribe your book. You may write with ink but first you must sign it with blood.

Anne Hale: What?

Mary Sibley: Yes. The deep magic, the strong and permanent kind, always requires a little blood. Your blood signature guards it from all eyes but yours. [uses a needle to prick Anne's finger.]

Anne Hale: Ow.

Mary Sibley: See? It's that easy. Do that at home, and with it write, "Anne Hale" and "this is my Book of Shadows". When you do, your familiar will come.

Anne Hale: My familiar?

Mary Sibley: You'll know it when you see it. I will come for you tonight at the witching hour and we shall complete your initiation.

[Anne Hale leaves. Mary Sibley tastes the trace of blood on the needle.]

Salem Inn Edit

[Dr. Samuel Wainwright is setting out small bottles containing a variety of liquids when Cotton Mather approaches him.]

Cotton Mather: May I ask what you are doing?

Dr. Wainwright: [sighs] If you're capable of understanding the answer, yes. If not, I would advise watching in silence.

Cotton Mather: I read at Harvard, sir.

Dr. Wainwright: Theology, no doubt. What an extraordinarily useless and twisted branch of the tree of knowledge. [sighs] Please forgive me. I can't seem to open my mouth today without insulting someone. Blame this infernal pox. It's got my mind twisted in frustration. [stands, offering his hand to Cotton Mather] Wainwright.

Cotton Mather: Just the man I was hoping to meet, the new doctor. [They shake hands] I've come from Boston precisely with the pox weighing heavily on my mind. I intend to help stop it if it's not too late.

Dr. Wainwright: And you are?

Cotton Mather: Cotton Mather.

Dr. Wainwright: Oh. You sent correspondence to the Royal Society.

Cotton Mather: Why, yes. Are you a member?

Dr. Wainwright: An associate, and I distinctly recall one of your missives read aloud at our last meeting. You sent a sketch of a... um, a-a misshapen stillborn fetus. Apparently a grand sign of the Devil's imminent arrival.

Cotton Mather: Yes, it was truly remarkable. It...

Dr. Wainwright: It caused no small mirth. I seem to remember Sir Isaac...

Cotton Mather: Isaac? Sir Isaac Newton? He was there?

Dr. Wainwright: There? He popped several buttons on his waistcoat, he laughed so hard. [He chuckles but stops when he sees the sombre expression on Cotton Mather's face.] You did intend it to be funny, didn't you?

Cotton Mather: I was there, sir. You were not.

Dr. Wainwright: Well... [He shows one of the specimen bottles to Cotton Mather. A dark lump floats in clear liquid.] Take a look at this.

Cotton Mather: What is it?

Dr. Wainwright: A heretofore unidentified bile taken from the poor souls of Salem afflicted by this pox. Now, I've never seen a pox like this.

Cotton Mather: But you've never seen a witch pox.

Dr. Wainwright: No one has, as there is no such creature as a witch, let alone a disease caused by one.

Cotton Mather: Well, perhaps when all rational explanation is exhausted, only the impossible remains.

Dr. Wainwright: You're all right, Mather, for a damn Harvard man.

Salem Street/Salem Hospital Edit

[Cotton Mather and Dr. Wainwright walk together through the street.]

Dr. Wainwright: By a stroke of luck, I believe I have located the original carrier of the pox.

Cotton Mather: The very first afflicted?

Dr. Wainwright: I believe so. His name is Isaac. Isaac the Fornicator. He was branded by the benighted bigots of this little town.

Cotton Mather: Isaac? I know him well. Thank Christ he still lives.

Dr. Wainwright: Better thank me. I'm the one who found him.

[They reach the hospital. Dr. Wainwright leads the way to Isaac's bed, only to find it empty.]

Dr. Wainwright: Where is Isaac? Where's my patient? [He approaches Dollie Trask.] Young lady, where is he?

Dollie Trask: Poor Isaac was sleeping last night when I left.

Dr. Wainwright: The boy could barely move. He didn't just wander off. It's crucial we find this man.

Dollie Trask: I don't know what happened.

[Cotton Mather keeps his face covered with his handkerchief as he looks around the hospital. Dr. Wainwright looks through a desk and finds a bag, which clinks when he picks it up.]

Dr. Wainwright: Mm. He may have been snatched or at least not in his right mind. When I found the boy, he was in possession of more gold than he could have earned in a dozen lifetimes. And yet he left it here.

[Cotton Mather's gaze falls on the Malum, which is on a shelf of the desk.]

Cotton Mather: The Malum.

Dr. Wainwright: [picking up the Malum] Well, that, too, I found near Isaac. What, you recognize this curiosity, Mather?

[Dr. Wainwright tosses the Malum to Cotton Mather, who catches it.]

Cotton Mather: Yes. It's a legendary magical object used by witches to complete their Grand Rite and loose death upon the world. You say Isaac was very... very possibly the first to be afflicted by the pox. He had upon him a bag of gold and this, the very weapon of the witches. Could Isaac have been hired by witches to start this plague?

Dr. Wainwright: [laughs] I can't begin to discern the sense from the nonsense you talk, and I do regret losing Isaac, but fortunately, I drew enough blood from him to continue my work with inoculation. That way lies the cure.

Lewis House Edit

[Isaac Walton moans fitfully in his sleep before waking with a gasp. He is tied down on a makeshift bed.]

Isaac Walton: Wh-where am I?

[Wheezing breaths can be heard and Isaac Walton turns his head to see Mercy Lewis looking down at him. She leans very close to him.]

Isaac Walton: Mercy? Oh, uh, Lord, I'm sor...

Mercy Lewis: [moving away and turning her back to him] Don't look at me! [Isaac whimpers in fright and she shushes him.] Be not sorry. I'm not. And now you, her Isaac, shall be my Isaac, my offering in turn to that goddess of bitches, Mary Sibley.

[The door to the room opens and Dollie Trask enters.]

Dollie Trask: Isaac's disappearance has raised an alarm. They're searching for him even now. Cotton Mather seeks him.

Mercy Lewis: [grabs Dollie Trask by the face] Well, then, Dollie, my doll, you had best make sure they do not find him. [releases her]

Isaac Walton: Why do you hate Mary Sibley so? Uh. What's she ever done to you?

Mercy Lewis: [her bones creak as she rolls her shoulders] Oh, dear Isaac. You have no idea, do you? [takes two knives from the table] She, not I, is the real monster. [She sharpens the knives.]

Dollie Trask: [tearfully, to Isaac] I'm sorry.

Salem Jail Edit

[John Alden, still wearing the Collector's cloak and mask, pushes a cart laden with corpses. He stops outside the jail, and keeps his head lowered as he approaches. A militia man standing guard by the jail notices his approach.]

Militia Man: Get that stinking pile out of here. Hey!

[John Alden knocks the militia man out, then takes a ring of keys from the post and uses it to unlock the cells.]

Man: Please, sir. Please.

The House of the Seven Gables (Library) Edit

[Cotton Mather kneels in front of an elaborate bird cage, examining it while Mary Sibley watches.]

Mary Sibley: Don't think me ungrateful, Reverend Mather, but how come you to be here? You saved my life, but I begged you to never return to Salem again. It is far too dangerous.

Cotton Mather: [rises] I did fear I made a mistake returning here to the scene of all my crimes. But now I know this is where I am meant to be. [He takes the Malum from his satchel and holds it out to Mary.]

Mary Sibley: And that is?

Cotton Mather: The Malum, the cause of the plague that decimates Salem even now. And proof I was right. If only my father had listened to me. If he believed me, we might have stopped the Grand Rite, and he might yet live.

Mary Sibley: And this... thing shows you your purpose here how?

Cotton Mather: It reminds me that I am here to undo all my father's errors. He was wrong about everything; wrong about the Malum being a figment of my imagination, wrong about you being a witch... and wrong about John Alden. They think John Alden killed my father.

Mary Sibley: Perhaps it's for the best. They can never know the truth, and John is beyond their reach now.

Cotton Mather: Beyond the sea?

Mary Sibley: Beyond all seas. Gone.

Cotton Mather: Dead? [sighs] I am sorry for that. I entertained a hope that some day I might tell him how sorry I was. Now he'll never know.

Mary Sibley: [A tear rolls down her cheek.] We all have such thoughts. Can I tell you something I've never spoken aloud before? He was the only man I ever loved. And the saddest part is he died not knowing it.

[Indistinct shouting from outside the house draws their attention, and Cotton Mather turns to look away while Mary Sibley brushes a tear from her face.]

Salem Jail/Streets Edit

[Alexander Corwin's corpse hangs suspended by the arms from the bars on the roof of the jail. Dr. Samuel Wainwright examines the body while Magistrate Hathorne looks on. A group of townspeople, including some of the selectmen, watch from a distance. Dr. Wainwright finds a piece of parchment rolled up in Corwin's mouth and extracts it as Mary Sibley joins them. Hathorne quickly moves to block her path.]

Magistrate Hathorne: Ah, Mrs. Sibley, not a sight for delicate eyes.

Mary Sibley: My eyes are many things, Magistrate, but delicate is not one of them. [She moves past him to stand next to Dr. Wainwright.]

Dr. Wainwright: He bled to death but not, I suspect, before enjoying some torture. His tongue, it seems, was cut out and a message left.

[Dr. Wainwright unfolds the bloodied piece of parchment, on which the word "Liars" is written in large letters. Magistrate Hathorne looks over his shoulder to see it.]

Magistrate Hathorne: "Liars?" What does that mean?

Mary Sibley: I'll tell you what it means, Mr. Hathorne. [She brushes past both men to move away from the jail.] You have won your place in history, that's for sure.

Magistrate Hathorne: Madam, I...

Mary Sibley: The worst jail break in the history of this colony. In broad daylight, a selectman brutally murdered, his abused corpse left as a calling card, all on your very first day at the job.

Magistrate Hathorne: The man responsible will be found.

Mary Sibley: Sadly, the man responsible stands before me. And we might wonder upon the strange coincidence that the very man whose absence led to your appointment as magistrate hangs dead before us.

Magistrate Hathorne: You can't possibly suggest that I...

Mary Sibley: I suggest nothing, but that you are a spectacular failure as guardian of the law and not fit to lead a beggars' parade, let alone Salem.

[Mary Sibley stalks away, leaving an angry Hathorne behind her. Tituba joins her as she walks down the streets.]

Tituba: Petrus is dead.

Mary Sibley: What?

Tituba: Murdered. It appears our witch killer has struck again.

Mary Sibley: His eyes?

Tituba: Gone.

Mary Sibley: No matter. They have attacked me in my own home, murdered one of our own, but they made a fatal error leaving behind their victim's fresh body. Now we have them. Corwin's hand will point straight to the witch killer.

Hale Cottage Edit

[Anne Hale sits at a table, on which the book Mary Sibley gave her is set. She closes her eyes, running her hands over the cover before opening the book. Its pages are blank. She uses a needle to prick her finger and a drop of blood falls on the open page of the book. She takes a quill and uses the blood to write.]

Anne Hale: Anne Hale. This is my Book of Shadows.

[A soft, squeaking sound can be heard. A small brown mouse has appeared on the table next to Anne's Book of Shadows.]

Anne Hale: [chuckles] What an adorable little brown thing you are. [She holds out her hand to the mouse.] Come here. No, don't eat me. [She picks up the mouse.] Mr. Jenkins, I will call you. Brown Jenkins.

[She sets Brown Jenkins back down on the table and begins to write, dipping her quill in an inkwell this time.]

Anne Hale: [voiceover] Three innocent people are dead because of me, including my own mother and father, so this is my promise to you, book, and to you, little Brown Jenkins, and to myself: I will master this power inside me, but I will use it for the common good. I will do no harm.

Salem Hospital Edit

[Dr. Samuel Wainwright is examining Alexander Corwin's corpse, prying open its jaws. Mary Sibley enters.]

Mary Sibley: Do you seek to make the dead speak like a necromancer?

Dr. Wainwright: Someday, science will make the dead reveal all their secrets. For now, I am merely lifting the edge of the curtain. Come. I'll give you a peek of what I've found, if you're not afraid.

[Mary Sibley chuckles briefly, removing her gloves. Dr. Wainwright takes one of her hands in his, guiding it into Corwin's mouth.]

Dr. Wainwright: You feel this? The ridges on the stump of the tongue?

Mary Sibley: Yes.

Dr. Wainwright: I was wrong. His tongue was not cut out. He bit it off himself.

[Dr. Wainwright lets Mary's hand go and moves a few paces away. Tituba appears in the window behind him, unseen by him, and catches Mary's gaze. Mary nods in response.]

Dr. Wainwright: They're calling it "autopsy", a postmortem examination. You know what that means? [Mary shakes her head. He wets a cloth and passes it to her to clean her hands.] The act of seeing with one's own eyes.

Mary Sibley: Would you mind taking me outside for some fresh air? Even I have my limits to what my eyes see and my hands feel.

[Dr. Wainwright quickly guides Mary Sibley to the door of the hospital and they stand together, just outside.]

Dr. Wainwright: I don't believe you. You do not feel weak at all. I can tell.

Mary Sibley: Then why am I out here with you?

Dr. Wainwright: Well, that remains to be seen. You are a most unusual woman, Mary Sibley, truly exceptional.

[As Dr. Wainwright speaks, Tituba is shown inside the hospital, by Corwin's corpse. The scene will cut between her inside the hospital, and Mary and Dr. Wainwright's conversation just outside.]

Mary Sibley: Really? In what way?

[Inside the hospital, Tituba, keeping a wary eye on the other two, takes a small saw from a table.]

Dr. Wainwright: Well, I've known other women as beautiful and as intelligent, but it's something else.

Mary Sibley: Do tell.

[Inside the hospital, Tituba uses the saw to remove the index finger of Corwin's right hand.]

Dr. Wainwright: You're like me. The body holds no horrors for you, nor, it seems, death itself. Only fascination and... delight. [He cups her face with his hand, stroking her cheek.] I have waited all my life with no hope of meeting someone who I might stare with.

Mary Sibley: Stare?

Dr. Wainwright: Into the abyss. Why are you here? Because you liked what you felt... and you're ready for more?

[Dr. Wainwright runs his hand down Mary's bodice, then under her skirt. Mary breathes heavily as he touches her, looking over his shoulder to check on Tituba's progress. Tituba finishes sawing off the finger and holds it in her hand as she watches the other two. Dr. Wainwright, unaware of Tituba's presence, continues to caress Mary as he speaks to her.]

Dr. Wainwright: The road to the palace of wisdom is arduous and long. Do you think you might... like to walk that road with me?

[Mary Sibley pushes Dr. Wainwright away from her, taking his hand and guiding his fingers to her mouth. She sucks them briefly before leaving. Dr. Wainwright watches her go.]

The House of the Seven Gables (Kitchen) Edit

[Tituba hands Corwin's severed finger to Mary Sibley. Mary Sibley uses a scissors to pierce it under the fingernail while Tituba fills a copper pan with salt. When the pan is full, Mary places the finger in it and Tituba covers it with salt. Tituba carries the pan over to the fire and places it on a metal frame inside the hearth. Mary Sibley takes a lock of hair from a small box and twists it. Tituba empties a jar of blood into a second pan, from which a white smoke billows, and brings it to the table. Mary adds the lock of hair to the second pan while Tituba retrieves the first from the fire. She hands Mary the now desiccated finger, and Mary pushes it onto a narrow metal skewer pushing it about halfway down. Tituba rolls the contents of the second pan between her fingers, forming a candle surrounded by hair. She pushes it on to the top of the spike and uses a taper to light it. She and Mary both kneel in front of the skewer, holding their hands in front of it and chanting in unison.]

Mary Sibley & Tituba: Now open, lock, to the dead man's knock, fly, bolt and bar and arrow. Find the one who spilled this blood, to him now point your marrow.

[As they chant, they lace their fingers together. Corwin's finger begins to spin as they repeat their spell.]

Mary Sibley & Tituba: Now open, lock, to the dead man's knock, fly, bolt and bar and arrow.

[The continue to chant but their spell is now inaudible. A deserted street is shown as the finger spins. It stops, and a wooden wall with 'Knocker's Hole' painted in black is briefly shown. The windows in the kitchen fly open. Mary removes the candle from the skewer and rises.]

Mary Sibley: The visions were clear. Knocker's Hole.

Knocker's Hole Edit

[John Alden is removing his shirt when he hears indistinct shouting outside. He moves to investigate, and hears Mary Sibley's voice.]

Mary Sibley: [offscreen] Seal off all the alleyways. No one is to enter and none is to leave.

[Outside the wooden building where John Alden is hidden, Mary Sibley and Tituba walk the streets, accompanied by a number of militia men. John watches through a crack as Mary holds Corwin's severed finger, which points her in the direction of his hiding place. Mary and Tituba share a glance, then approach.]

Mary Sibley: The finger points this way.

[John Alden runs to the back of the building, taking the medicine bag from the hook on which it hangs. He doesn't put it around his neck right away. Mary Sibley and Tituba have entered the building and move towards the back of it, finding the spot that John has been using as his temporary dwelling.]

Tituba: The killer was here. He's gone now.

[John Alden is shown with the medicine bag around his neck. He clutches at it. He is bathed in a purplish glow that distorts his vision of Mary Sibley and Tituba as they search.]

Mary Sibley: Check outside. He might still be near.

[Tituba leaves. Mary Sibley continues to look around the room, to John Alden's evident dismay. His breathing is shallow and rapid. She passes within inches of him before turning to leave. He exhales, slumping a little in relief. Mary, seeming to hear or sense something, turns and goes back to look around again. John's tattoo is spreading over his body, as though he is being engulfed in thin, black veins. It is clear that it is difficult, even painful, for him to remain concealed by the medicine bag. Mary stands next to him, seeming to look right at him. John clutches his witch dagger. The scene shifts back to Mary's perspective, and viewers can see that she does not see John. Tituba returns.]

Tituba: There's no sign of them.

Mary Sibley: Patience. There's no place to hide for long in my Salem.

[By the time Mary Sibley and Tituba leave, the black veins have covered virtually all of John Alden's body. He removes the medicine bag from around his neck and collapses to the ground, groaning. Mary and Tituba emerge from the building to the street, where the militia are waiting.]

Mary Sibley: Place guards on every entrance to Knocker's Hole. No one is to leave. [The militia men move to obey her orders, leaving her alone with Tituba.] This witch hunter will not escape me.

[A rumbling noise is heard as Mary Sibley and Tituba pass the well. Mary stops in her tracks.]

Tituba: What is it?

Mary Sibley: I felt it, the presence of the one who attacked me. She came from here. [Turns back to go to stand by the well.] They came by water. This was their conduit, the means by which they gained entry into Salem. Like a rat in a sewer, they came through the well.

Tituba: Then they could come again at any time.

Mary Sibley: No. I will make sure that whatever came last night cannot come again without fair warning. I'll make a water charm to warn me if it draws near. I need but a taste of their signature. 'Tis a simple task.

Tituba: Hardly simple, and highly unpleasant.

Mary Sibley: Well, then I'll get the young Anne Hale to perform the ritual for me. Time to dirty her hands, and the rest of her.

[They leave.]

Lewis House Edit

[Isaac Walton can be heard moaning in pain. He is tied down. Mercy Lewis is shown cutting into his torso and inserting bits of a white substance into the incision. Dollie Trask is present, distressed by the proceedings.]

Isaac Walton: What are you doing to me?

Mercy Lewis: Preparing you for the spell.

Dollie Trask: You're gonna kill him. Please stop. Isn't Isaac one of us, the abused and abandoned of Salem? You said so yourself that he was betrayed by Mary, left to die just like we were.

[Mercy Lewis backhands Dollie Trask across the face, knocking her to the floor.]

Mercy Lewis: Like some of us were, Dollie, dear. [She kicks Dollie's prone form repeatedly.] Stop! Looking! At! Me!

Isaac Walton: Mercy, please. Leave her be.

[Mercy, her attention diverted, turns back to Isaac. Dollie sits on the floor, weeping.]

Mercy Lewis: Leave her? Leave her? No! I'll leave her in the grave if she back talks again.

Isaac Walton: Why?

Mercy Lewis: Sweet Isaac, it is simple, simple like you, like my father's Bible lessons. [Circles him] Nothing new under the sun. That which is done unto us must be done unto others. That is the way of the world. To everything, there is a season, a time to every purpose in Hell. A time to reap, a time to sow. Yes.

Isaac Walton: No.

Mercy Lewis: The season of the witch.

Knocker's Hole Edit

[A bell is heard tolling as Mary Sibley leads Anne Hale through the deserted streets of Knocker's Hole to the well. Anne Hale carries a lantern.]

Mary Sibley: Now we will complete your initiation.

Anne Hale: Where is everyone?

Mary Sibley: I spread word of another outbreak. All hide away, quaking with terror. Last night, I was behagged in my own home. My assailant used the water in this well to reach me, right here in the very heart of our domain. Last night, they had the element of surprise. Now we must take it from them. You must take it from them.

Anne Hale: Me? What can I do?

Mary Sibley: You can capture the magical signature of the witch who threatens us in this. [She shows Anne a small glass vial attached to a chain.] It will give us fair warning if they dare draw near again. [She hands Anne the vial.]

Anne Hale: What do I have to do?

Mary Sibley: There is no magic without sacrifice. So, to begin, you must drown an animal at the bottom of the well. [She takes out a sack.] Hold the vial beneath the surface of the water till it is filled and recite the incantation to seal the well. Then bring the water charm to me.

Anne Hale: No. [Backs away from Mary and the well.] Give me something else to do. I can't go down the well. I've been terrified of small spaces ever since I was a child.

Mary Sibley: [Slowly advancing on Anne] And you have been crippled by that fear, made meek and small, an embryo Goodwife shut up in your Puritan house like a Puritan mouse. But you can be more than that, Anne. Under us, soon all women can. But you cannot taste freedom until you confront your most crippling fear.

Anne Hale: We must drown an innocent creature?

Mary Sibley: No creature is innocent. [Holds the bag out to Anne.] And neither are you.

[After a moment of uncertainty, Anne Hale backs away from Mary Sibley.]

Anne Hale: No. I cannot do it.

Mary Sibley: You will go down the well.

Anne Hale: You cannot make me.

[Mary Sibley focuses her gaze on Anne Hale, who begins to walk involuntarily towards the well, her joints cracking with the forced motion.]

Mary Sibley: I swear, little ginger witch, I will hurl you down that well and watch you drown if you do not stop resisting.

[Anne Hale breathes heavily as she reaches the well, bracing her hands against the pulley frame to keep from being forced inside.]

Anne Hale: All right! Stop! I'll do it.

[Anne Hale is shown being lowered into the well on a rope, holding the bag, while Mary Sibley watches from above. She hyperventilates as she is lowered further and further into the well.]

Anne Hale: Please. No.

[Anne Hale tries to find purchase on the sides of the well with her feet but is unable to do so. When she looks up, she sees Mary Sibley move out of her line of sight. The well becomes darker as the opening is covered.]

Anne Hale: No, please. What are you doing? Please.

[Anne Hale tries to find a purchase on the side of the well with her hand but fails, crying out. She falls into the water and emerges, spluttering, the bag in her hand. She panics briefly, then reaches into the bag and pulls out a ginger kitten. The kitten meows. She puts the kitten back in the bag, and pushes the bag underwater.]

Anne Hale: Breathe your last, be empty shell... and by your death... my words compel.

[When Anne Hale lets go of the bag, it floats to the surface of the water. She begins to cry, then panics when she hears a rumbling sound. She pulls the vial and chain from around her neck, opening the vial and submerging it in the water.]

Anne Hale: Water, water, drawn from hell, let the boil, your steps foretell.

[Anne Hale closes the lid of the vial before lifting it out of the water. When she looks at it, the water in the vial is bubbling. She looks around her in a panic. When she sees nothing, she begins to calm down, then a Hag springs from the water, grasping Anne's face between her hands.]

Hag: [Speaks with Countess Von Marburg's voice] We meet again, little owl.

[The Hag forces Anne Hale underwater. Anne struggles and manages to surface.]

Anne Hale: Water, water, drawn from hell...

[The Hag forces Anne Hale underwater again, this time for longer, but Anne is able to free herself of her grasp and surface.]

Anne Hale: my words, seal this well!

[The Hag forces Anne Hale underwater for a third time but this time, when Anne surfaces, she is alone in the well. She breathes heavily, clinging to the rope as she looks around. Above her, the cover is removed from one side of the well and Mary Sibley looks down at her.]

Mary Sibley: See? That wasn't so bad.

Hale Cottage/The House of the Seven Gables (Library) Edit

[Anne Hale sits in the parlour, a shawl wrapped around her. She offers food to Brown Jenkins before writing in her Book of Shadows. When the Book of Shadows is shown, we can see that, as well as writing, she has included an illustration of the well.]

Anne Hale: [voiceover] Tonight, Mary Sibley bade me confront my fear and go down into the well.

[Mary Sibley is shown sitting in the library of the House of the Seven Gables, holding a book on her lap. She opens the book, spits on a blank page, and rubs it. We see a duplicate of Anne's writing and drawing appear. The scene cuts between Anne Hale writing and Mary Sibley watching the words, along will an illustration of the Hag, appear on the pages of the book she is reading.]

Anne Hale: [voiceover] And so I went to create a warning charm. I drowned the animal. I filled the vial. I saw the Hag. She spoke to me in the voice of the Countess Marburg, and I do not know who I fear more, Mary Sibley or this Countess Marburg.

[Mary Sibley hears a knock on the door. She closes the book and checks the water charm before getting up to answer it.]

The House of the Seven Gables (Hall/Mary's Boudoir) Edit

[Mary Sibley comes down the stairs to answer the door.]

Dr. Wainwright: I demand an explanation, madam.

[Dr. Wainwright enters the house, not waiting for an invitation.]

Mary Sibley: For what, exactly? [She shuts the door.]

Dr. Wainwright: The pox spreads like fire, and now there are reports of an outbreak in Andover. I must know if it is the same pox, but your militia will not let me leave Salem to investigate.

Mary Sibley: You dare to walk into my house in the dead of night uninvited. My husband will have your neck.

Dr. Wainwright: I am a doctor. I have seen your husband. That's hardly a credible threat.

Mary Sibley: The people of Andover are not my concern or yours. The citizens of Salem are under quarantine, one you yourself supported.

Dr. Wainwright: That edict was for others. I did not intend it to apply to me.

Mary Sibley: Oh. Oh, just days in Salem and already Puritan hypocrisy is rubbing off on you.

Dr. Wainwright: Now, you well know that I am far from Puritanical.

Mary Sibley: Do I? You talk of pain and ecstasy. You claim to seek the seat of the soul, but I see no evidence that you have the courage to touch mine.

[Mary Sibley walks away, moving up the stairs. Dr. Wainwright removes his cloak and follows her to her boudoir. When Dr. Wainwright enters the room, Mary turns to face him. He touches her face, lingering briefly on her lips before wrapping his hand around her neck with one hand, while his other hand lifts her robe. Mary stops him.]

Mary Sibley: Perhaps if you wish to address the seat of my soul, you might consider another approach.

Dr. Wainwright: Such as? A man of science, unlike a Puritan, can take as well as give instruction.

Mary Sibley: You once said that I was like the Queen Elizabeth of Salem. How would you have approached Good Queen Bess if you wanted something from her? [She sits on a chair in front of the fire.]

Dr. Wainwright: [Kneeling] On my knees. Of course, I not only know the... duty... [He rips strips of fabric from Mary's robe and uses one to tie her left wrist to the arm of her chair.] ...that a subject owes his monarch. I also understand the ties that bind them together.

[Dr. Wainwright uses a second strip of fabric to tie Mary's right wrist to the arm of her chair. She wraps her legs around him as he comes closer, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.]

Cotton's Chambers Edit

[Cotton Mather sits, holding the Malum in his hand.]

Cotton Mather: I wish you could be here to see the truth of what I told you. I was right. If only you had listened. If you had only listened. [He hears a creaking noise behind him.] Who's there? [A figure enters the room.] But you are dead.

[The figure punches Cotton Mather, then pulls down his face covering to reveal his identity as John Alden.]

[End Credits]

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