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Previously on Salem Edit

Mary Sibley: [voiceover] Previously on Salem...

[One of the militia men is shown dragging Anne Hale away.]

Anne Hale: Cotton!

[A musket goes off while Cotton Mather and another militia man fight over it. Anne Hale is shown telekinetically throwing a militia man away from her with telekinesis.]

[Cotton Mather and Mary Sibley are shown in the library of the House of the Seven Gables.]

Mary Sibley: John was the only man I ever loved. And the saddest part is, he died not knowing it.

[John Alden is shown entering Cotton's chambers. Cotton turns and is shocked to see him.]

Cotton Mather: But you are dead.

[John Alden strikes Cotton Mather across the face.]

[George Sibley, Mary Sibley and the selectmen are shown dining at the House of the Seven Gables, then the scene cuts to Mary and Magistrate Hathorne outside the house.]

Magistrate Hathorne: You cannot hide behind your husband anymore, Mary Sibley.

[Mary Sibley and George Sibley are shown in Mary's boudoir.]

George Sibley: What do you want from me?

Mary Sibley: Silence your bitter enemy, Hathorne.

[Mary Sibley and Dr. Samuel Wainwright are shown in a room at the Salem Hospital, alone. He has his hand wrapped around her neck.]

Dr. Wainwright: I'll try and be gentle.

Mary Sibley: Don't bother.

[Mary Sibley and Dr. Wainwright are shown in Mary's boudoir. He ties her wrists to the arms of the chair she is sitting on, and she wraps her legs around him.]

[Countess Von Marburg is shown in a dreamscape with Anne Hale, who is sitting in a bathtub.]

Countess Von Marburg: We will meet again, little owl. Until then, tell no one that we have met.

[Countess Von Marburg is shown in her bathtub in her stateroom. Her eyes are white. The scene cuts to the Hag standing behind Mary Sibley in Mary's boudoir, pushing Mary into the bathtub, and forcing a kiss on her. Countess Von Marburg is then shown in her bathtub in her stateroom, wiping blood from her mouth.]

Countess Von Marburg: Their time for knowing me is not yet.

[Mary Sibley is shown in a bathtub in her boudoir, wiping blood from her mouth. Anne Hale is shown down the well in Knocker's Hole.]

Mary Sibley: I shall use the young Anne Hale to make a water charm to warn me if it draws near.

[Mary Sibley is shown looking at the water charm to check if it is boiling.]

Countess Von Marburg's Stateroom Edit

[Countess Von Marburg leans against the raised, cushioned back of her bathtub while Sebastian Von Marburg places a pomegranate seed on her tongue. Sebastian is standing next to the bathtub, holding a pomegranate in one hand. Countess Von Marburg chuckles slightly as she eats the seed. She holds a fan in one hand, fanning herself.]

Sebastian Von Marburg: I have been feeling something nearly new.

Countess Von Marburg: What is it, my love?

Sebastian Von Marburg: Excitement.

Countess Von Marburg: Mmm. [She takes the pomegranate from him and bites into it.] What wind fills your jaded sails?

Sebastian Von Marburg: Mary Sibley. You have been most selfish and cruel. Days ago, your hag kissed her, and you tasted her very essence.

Countess Von Marburg: Well, I have told you everything.

Sebastian Von Marburg: Told me, yes. But I want to taste her. You let me taste Anne Hale. Why not her?

Countess Von Marburg: I'm still swirling it myself for insight.

Sebastian Von Marburg: These are simple folk. What could possibly elude you?

Countess Von Marburg: We're not all as obvious as you, my dear son. Unlike men, women keep their most sensitive parts hidden within. And our beautiful Mary Sibley... now, she has more and deeper secrets than most.

Sebastian Von Marburg: Such as?

Countess Von Marburg: It's clear that she has launched the Grand Rite. But how can she hope to complete the Consecration without a sacrificial lamb?

Sebastian Von Marburg: Perhaps you give her too much credit. Perhaps she is merely ignorant of what a true Consecration demands.

Countess Von Marburg: I doubt it. She's hardly what I'd call a wise woman, but she's no fool. She knew enough to take the only virgin witch in her hive and use her to make a warning sign, and worse, to seal my little peephole into her kingdom.

Sebastian Von Marburg: The minx. By your leave, ma'am, I would sip her essence. [He leans forward to kiss his mother but is blocked by her fan.] Or perhaps you are jealous, afraid I will like the taste too much.

Countess Von Marburg: [chuckles, moving her fan away.] Very well. Just once.

[They share a long kiss. Sebastian Von Marburg moans as he breaks free, licking his lip.]

Sebastian Von Marburg: Bitter, sweet, and sharp, like tears in wine. I must have more. [He tries to kiss his mother a second time but she blocks him with her fan.]

Countess Von Marburg: Don't be a greedy boy. You will see her soon enough. The "little minx", as you call her, has forced my hand. Tell the captain to lift anchor, and once he has made his way out of Boston Harbour, I will send a stiff wind to speed our way to Salem.

Sebastian Von Marburg: [uses a sponge to wash his mother's shoulders] And to Mary Sibley.

[Countess Von Marburg holds up a mirror and sighs when she sees her reflection. One side of her face appears to be rotting away.]

Countess Von Marburg: Oh, before you go, Schatzi, a little help?

[Sebastian Von Marburg reaches up above the bathtub, where we see a young girl strapped to the ceiling. She wears a collar around her neck, with a metal spout. Sebastian twists a tap and blood begins to flow from the tap down to the Countess. She lets the blood pool on her hand and rubs it over her body.]

Opening Credits Edit

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

[Mary Sibley wakes up in her bed. As if sensing a presence in the room with her, she turns to see Little John standing by the side of the bed, watching her. She sits up, wrapping the bedclothes around her.]

Little John: Good day, Mother.

Mary Sibley: John. Is everything all right?

Little John: You were screaming last night. It scared me.

Mary Sibley: Oh, it was but a harmless nightmare.

Little John: You did not look scared.

Mary Sibley: Were you in here? What did you see? Answer me.

[Little John runs out of the room. Tituba enters. Mary Sibley gets up and puts on a robe while Tituba lifts one of the strips of fabric that Dr. Wainwright used to bind Mary to a chair the previous night.]

Tituba: If you wanted to know how it felt to be a slave, you had but to ask. I hope the good doctor cured whatever it was that ailed you.

Mary Sibley: What I do to arouse my powers is no concern of yours.

[Mary Sibley crosses the room to sit at her dressing table.]

Tituba: You are wrong. Everything you do or fail to do is my concern. Our new magistrate has called an emergency meeting of the selectmen this midday.

Mary Sibley: What does that ass want now?

Tituba: They say Hathorne offers a way to save Salem from the plague: your head on a platter. [She moves behind Mary and strokes the side of her head.]

Mary Sibley: Mm. He is hardly the only one who wishes that. [She lifts the water charm.] And I shall be as prepared for him as I am for the others who would take me on.

Cotton's Chambers Edit

[John Alden hurls one of Cotton Mather's books against the wall, scattering papers. He rummages through the books in the room, throwing them aside after a quick glance. Cotton Mather, bound and gagged, watches in dismay, grunting against the gag in his mouth and struggling against his bonds. John pauses before a mirror, and he and Cotton can see black veins spreading up his neck and the side of his head.]

Cotton Mather: [muffled] What happened to you, John?

John Alden: I fought fire with fire and got burned. [He snorts.]

Cotton Mather: [muffled] John, please. John, please. Let me out of here!

[John Alden picks up one of the books, reading the heading aloud.]

John Alden: "The spawn of a witch be a witch." [Cotton sobs and John, impatient, flings a book at him.] Be quiet! Or I'll put you back to sleep for good.

Cotton Mather: [muffled] Let me out of here so we can just talk!

John Alden: [taking the gag out of Cotton's mouth.] Okay, talk.

Cotton Mather: I understand the hate you feel for my family, but must you avenge yourself on my books?

John Alden: I'll take what I need.

Cotton Mather: And destroy my life's collection in the process? What are you after?

John Alden: To finish the job that you and your father couldn't.

Cotton Mather: You are one man, a wanted man at that. It's a fool's errand.

John Alden: You should know. You come from a long line of them.

Cotton Mather: I know more about the prey you hunt than anyone. Let us join forces.

John Alden: Nah. This time, I work alone. [He moves to push the gag back into Cotton's mouth.]

Cotton Mather: And face death on your own, as well?

John Alden: I do not fear death.

Cotton Mather: No man alive doesn't fear death.

John Alden: Who says I'm alive?

Cotton Mather: What happened to you, John? What did you mean, "fire with fire"?

[John Alden gags Cotton Mather again, and returns his attention to the book, tearing out a page.]

Hale Cottage (Anne's Bedroom/Entrance) Edit

[Brown Jenkins is sitting on a saucer on the floor, sniffing at the scraps of bread and cheese laid out for him. He doesn't nibble at any of the food. Anne Hale kneels nearby, wearing a nightgown and wrapped in a blanket, holding her Book of Shadows in her lap.]

Anne Hale: Do you like being a mouse, Jenkins? Though are you really a mouse or a familiar, whatever that may be? [Picks up Brown Jenkins and holds him near her face.] I will tell you a secret, little Brown Jenkins. I do not think I like being a witch.

[The sound of knocking startles her. The scene cuts to the front door, where she opens the door a few inches to see Magistrate Hale.]

Anne Hale: Oh, Mr. Hathorne. You find me ill-prepared for visitors at present. If you'd call later...

Magistrate Hathorne: [Puts his foot over the threshold to keep her from shutting the door.] Sadly, I come on an urgent matter best discussed behind closed doors. [He pushes his way past Anne and enters the house.] Have you given thought to our earlier conversation?

Anne Hale: About the dangers facing a young, orphaned, unattached maiden? Yes. Threats surround me. They say the most treacherous of wolves may appear in a lamb's cloak.

Magistrate Hathorne: So true. No, there is talk in Salem, much talk, about you and your trip from Boston.

Anne Hale: [Scoffs] I rode with Reverend Mather. It was perfectly innocent. He is...

Magistrate Hathorne: [Cuts her off] The talk is of witchcraft. A militia man guarding the entrance to Salem was brutally killed.

Anne Hale: [Pushes the door closed] But I had nothing to do with that.

Magistrate Hathorne: Your accuser is a drunkard and a thief, in fact, a disgrace to his position. But talk, like fire, needs but a breath to propel it. You remember the pitiful fate of young Bridget Bishop?

Anne Hale: Indeed. Who could forget seeing a dear, innocent friend hung?

Magistrate Hathorne: There is but one sure way to avoid you suffering the same fate, if not a worse one - burning at the stake. [Anne inhales sharply, visibly frightened.] Marry me.

Anne Hale: [laughs nervously] Sir, I-I hardly think this is the time...

Magistrate Hathorne: No, it is indeed the only time, considering your predicament.

[Magistrate Hathorne reaches out to run his hand through Anne's hair. She pulls away from him.]

Anne Hale: Forgive me, magistrate. Since the recent death of my parents, my fragile mind is so clouded.

Magistrate Hathorne: Let me cut through the clouds and be very clear. [He opens the door.] As wife of the magistrate, no one would dare accuse you. But if you rebuff my overture, I can do nothing to protect you. [He leaves.]

Lewis House Edit

[The walls of the room are covered with symbols. A chicken stands on top of a wooden crate, clucking. Mercy Lewis is looking through a box containing small bottles and other items. Reverend Lewis sits at the table, praying indistinctly.]

Mercy Lewis: Dollie, hurry up! You're late for breakfast! The Lord hates a laggard. Right, Father?

Reverend Lewis: For that which we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly grateful.

[Dollie Trask slowly enters the room. Mercy Lewis sits down at the table, and we see that Isaac Walton is lying in front of her, a cloth stuffed into his mouth.]

Mercy Lewis: Amen. [She removes the gag from Isaac's mouth, pouring a clear, yellowish liquid into his mouth, before returning the gag.] Now let's eat. [She scrapes her knife and fork together.] Don't worry. I'm no Puritan torturer. He feels nothing, thanks to my little physic. But I will have my fill.

[Dollie Trask steps forward, as though to intercede, but Reverend Lewis blocks her with an outstretched arm. Dollie's eyes are closed and tears stream down her cheeks as she turns her head away. Mercy cuts a piece of flesh from Isaac's torso, balances it on the end of her knife and brings it to her mouth before looking over at Dollie.]

Mercy Lewis: You're not hungry? [She eats the piece of flesh.]

Dollie Trask: Mercy, my friend, my sister, what are you doing?

Mercy Lewis: Doing? What I am doing is a great honour to poor Isaac. [Leans closer to Isaac.] When I have eaten you to death, I will command your ghostly spirit, and you shall enjoy the greatest role of your miserable life, as the assassin that Mary Sibley never saw coming.

[Isaac Walton passes out.]

The House of the Seven Gables (Library) Edit

[Mary and George Sibley are in the library together. George is in his wheelchair, wearing a nightgown. Mary is sitting on the window ledge.]

Mary Sibley: That loathsome lizard Hathorne plans to challenge us today, challenge you. I humiliated him in front of the whole common yesterday, but I fear I went too far. The problem with cornering a rat is you give them no choice but to attack, and you must be ready.

George Sibley: Ready? What more do you want from me? I lied in the face of my own selectmen, threw a white veil over all you've done.

[George Sibley reaches for a goblet. Mary Sibley knocks it out of his hand and grabs him by the throat, leaning close to him.]

Mary Sibley: You fool. Repeat after me. "I am nothing."

George Sibley: [gurgling] I am nothing.

Mary Sibley: Your every breath is at my whim. [Releases him] Perhaps I was wrong thinking you even capable of helping, of being even slightly worthy of continued existence, let alone any measure of real life. No. No, I should just be done with you now. [She begins to stalk away.]

George Sibley: No! [He coughs. Mary turns back to him, hands on her hips.] I beg you, ignore my vile words. I'm nothing, a worm, not worthy of the effort it'd take to kill me.

Mary Sibley: That's right. So understand this: there is more work to be done, George. Rise to this occasion, and not only will you live, but you may yet taste real delights.

George Sibley: Yes, mistress.

Mary Sibley: Excellent. The last of the founding fathers must rise up and protect our good name. I'm depending on you, George, to show Salem that you are still a giant among men.

[Mary Sibley leaves the room.]

The House of the Seven Gables (Parlour) Edit

[Anne Hale is sitting in the parlour, looking nervous. She removes her gloves, sighing. She rest her chin on her hand, knocking her gloves to the ground. She bends to pick them up and when she straightens, she sees Little John standing next to her.]

Anne Hale: Oh! I didn't see you there. I need to see Mrs. Sibley. I was told to wait in here. And who are you? My name is Anne. I...

Little John: Your hair...

Anne Hale: Yes.

Little John: It looks like fire and smells of cinnamon.

Anne Hale: Oh!

Little John: I wonder what it will smell like when you burn.

Anne Hale: Burn?

[They hear footsteps approaching and Mary Sibley appears in the doorway. Little John runs away.]

Mary Sibley: I see you've met our nephew.

Anne Hale: That boy is a relation of yours?

Mary Sibley: Of Mr. Sibley's. He's staying with us a spell.

Anne Hale: Your nephew's words were unsettling. He's unlike any boy I've ever met.

Mary Sibley: Have you met many?

Anne Hale: Hathorne came to me today.

Mary Sibley: That man is no end of trouble.

Anne Hale: He demanded I marry him, and if I refuse, he has all but promised to have me examined for witchcraft.

[As Anne speaks, Mary Sibley sits down on one of the chairs facing her, resting her feet on a footstool.]

Mary Sibley: Ooh, unfortunate, since you are a witch.

Anne Hale: I braved the horrors of that hag in that well for you. Now you must help me.

Mary Sibley: And I shall. I will tell you exactly what to do. Marry him.

Anne Hale: But you said you would protect me.

Mary Sibley: 'Tis the way of the world, for now. We women are utterly defenseless without a man. A woman's beauty is her only power, so for us, a man's power must be his beauty. I had to endure the sweaty molestations of Mr. Sibley for his power.  Now you will do the same 'neath Mr. Hathorne.

Anne Hale: I could no more marry him than I could a pox-ridden drunkard from Knocker's Hole.

Mary Sibley: Perhaps there is another choice, but I doubt you're ready to make it happen.

Anne Hale: [Kneels in front of Mary] What? Anything. Please tell me, I beg you.

Mary Sibley: Set your sights higher, dear girl. Convince Cotton Mather to marry you. However low Cotton has fallen, he is still the confluence of two great rivers: the Cottons and the Mathers, the two most prominent and richest families in the land. When you are Anne Mather, the magistrate wouldn't dare accuse you of being a witch.

Anne Hale: [rises] He is very kind and tender, and perhaps if I went to him and explained about Hathorne...

Mary Sibley: [cuts her off] Do not fool yourself. Whatever he feels for you, Cotton will not ask you to marry him, not of his own free will.

Anne Hale: How do you know?

Mary Sibley: Because he's married to his books and his bottle and his self-pity. And on top of that, he's still in love with another whom he can never have, a whore named Gloriana.

Anne Hale: Then what use even mentioning him?

Mary Sibley: Remember what you are, Anne: a witch. You have no need to wait for men to make their choices. You must make it for him.

Anne Hale: [Sits on the footstool in front of Mary] Perhaps he will simply choose to have me.

Mary Sibley: Well, give him that opportunity, if you must, but be prepared to do what is necessary or burn. If you would control a man's heart, you must first control your own. You must take a piece of him and leave a piece of you, and offer up something that you love.

Anne Hale: Is that all?

Mary Sibley: Not quite. There are words to be spoken. [She picks up a quill and writes a few lines on a piece of parchment. She folds the parchment, offers it to Anne, and pulls it back when Anne reaches for it.] But first, there is the matter of the countess you met in Boston. Tell me everything you know of her.

Anne Hale: I don't know what you're talking about.

Mary Sibley: If there is one thing you should take away from this conversation, child, it's this: you are in my hive. I'm your Samhain and you are an Essex witch. You cannot hide anything from me.

Anne Hale: Please, do not make me betray my promise. I fear what she will do if I speak of her.

Mary Sibley: Fear what I will do or won't do if you do not.

[When Anne Hale does not speak, Mary Sibley moves to hold the folded parchment over a candle flame. Anne catches her by the wrist to stop her.]

Anne Hale: She calls herself the Countess Ingrid Palatine Von Marburg.

Lewis House Edit

[Isaac Walton lies bound to a table. Dollie Trask is tending to him, cleaning his wounds.]

Dollie Trask: Her heart is so filled with hate.

Isaac Walton: You let her pour her vitriol on me, not you. I'm already destroyed.

Dollie Trask: No, you are not. You have a strong heart and a dear one. I knew from the moment that you first looked at me. No trace of the hatred that I deserved, only forgiveness.

Isaac Walton: You had no choice.

Dollie Trask: [sniffles, shaking her head] No. We all have a choice. If we have nothing else, we always have a choice. And I choose you. [She kisses his forehead.]

Mercy Lewis: [offscreen, shouting] Dollie!

Isaac Walton: Don't anger her more. You must go. Please. I couldn't bear to see her hurt you. Go.

[Dollie Trask's eyes are full of tears as she bends down to kiss Isaac Walton on the lips before she leaves the room. Isaac watches her go.]

Cotton's Chambers Edit

[John Alden looks out on the streets of Salem from the window of Cotton's chambers, and then walks over to Cotton Mather, who is still bound and gagged. He has a knife in his hand. Cotton trembles and breathes heavily at his approach. John grabs Cotton by the hair, forcing his head back so that he is looking up at him, and pointing his knife at his throat.]

John Alden: Nobody can know I'm alive. [He removes Cotton's gag.]

Cotton Mather: Kill me if you will. I told you once before when you held a knife to my throat, I am ready for Hell. But let me say two words before you do: Mary Sibley.

John Alden: What about her?

Cotton Mather: I saw her yesterday. I saw her as I've never seen her before, as a woman in love... with you. You'd never know she suffers the torments of Hell believing that you had died without knowing.

John Alden: Knowing?

Cotton Mather: That she has always loved you. And she still does. Will you not put her out of her misery?

John Alden: Lord knows I may.

[There is a knock at the door. Anne Hale is shown on the other side of the door.]

Anne Hale: Cotton? Cotton, please open the door. [sighs] I know you're inside. Lamb told me you've been locked away all day. I need your advice. [She speaks under her breath, removing her hair ribbon and wrapping it around her hand.] Something of mine, something of his. Let the blame fall on me.

[Cotton Mather opens the door, using his body to block her entrance and to hide the room.]

Anne Hale: Cotton. I have no father to ask, and you are the best man I know, the wisest and the kindest, so you must advise me.

[As Anne Hale speaks, we see that John Alden is standing behind Cotton Mather, the blade of his knife pressed into his back.]

Cotton Mather: Um, certainly, anything. Um... what is it?

Anne Hale: Hathorne has asked me to marry him.

Cotton Mather: What? How dare he?

Anne Hale: No. He has much to offer: safety, security. Do you think I should marry him?

Cotton Mather: Uh, I-I-I don't know what to say.

Anne Hale: If you say I should, I shall.

Cotton Mather: Do you love him?

Anne Hale: What has love to do with marriage in such a world?

[Cotton Mather starts as John Alden pressed his knife into him.]

Cotton Mather: I-I'm sorry. This is all very sudden, and the... the moment is very ill-timed. I fear I have no advice for you.

[Cotton Mather begins to shut the door but Anne Hale moves forward, putting her arms around him and kissing him. She smiles at him as she ends the kiss, her hand lingering on his hair.]

Cotton Mather: Anne... I'm sorry.

[Anne Hale's face falls as Cotton Mather closes the door to her. She allows her ribbon to slip from her fingers, falling inside the threshold of Cotton's chamber. She looks at the hairs she is holding in her hand.]

Anne Hale: As am I.

[Inside his chambers, Cotton Mather leans against the door.]

Cotton Mather: I'm sorry.

[When Cotton Mather turns around, there is nobody else in his chamber. He slowly sinks down to sit on the floor with his back to the door. Magistrate Hathorne's voice is heard offscreen as the scene changes.]

Meeting House Edit

[Magistrate Hathorne stands in front of the pulpit, addressing the assembled congregation. Anne Hale sits in the front row aisle seat on the right side of the meeting house. Mary Sibley sits at the end of the front row on the left side, with George Sibley in his wheelchair next to her. A number of the members of the congregation have their faces covered.]

Magistrate Hathorne: Surely God does not intend his flock to perish at the hands of devil worshipers and plague. Instead, I believe these are omens sent from the Almighty to tell us we must all leave Salem... continue our Exodus South, to the Carolinas, to a land which was settled and owned by my family for two generations, where the soil is fertile, where a Puritan man may plant his seed and watch his family grow. Our promised land awaits. And so, humbly, I stand before you, divinely called to be your Moses and lead you there! George Sibley was a giant in his day, but the sun has set on that day. And if it is not to set on all our days, we must have a new leader.

[Multiple members of the congregation murmur their assent.]

Mary Sibley: [softly] George, say something. George!

Magistrate Hathorne: I ask you this simple question: did God intend you to be led to the true promised land by a man who cannot even walk?

Mary Sibley: [softly] George, oppose him now. This is your last chance to end your suffering.

George Sibley: Moses!

[George Sibley slowly rises from his wheelchair, pushing away the men who move to help him. He takes a couple of steps towards Magistrate Hathorne and stands facing him.]

George Sibley: Damned impudence to appoint oneself our Moses and claim to do so humbly. This man's pride is worthy of Satan himself, not Moses. Much greater men than you, sir, made a covenant with the Almighty and they landed on these shores. [He advances towards the pulpit and climbs up to look out over the congregation.] Men named Endecott, Skelton, Alden, and Sibley! We crossed the River Jordan to this, our promised land, Salem, not some inherited parcel from which we could...

Magistrate Hathorne: [interrupts] Mr. Sibley, how dare you?

George Sibley: Silence! We have overcome crop failures, epidemics, Indian raids, even witches.

[Mary Sibley, who has been watching George Sibley's performance with pleasure, feels the water charm boiling and lifts it to look at it, closing her hand around it.]

George Sibley: Shall we abandon our promised land now? What would the Lord himself say to that?

[Thunder cracks and when the exterior of the meeting house is shown, it is raining heavily. The congregation react fearfully to the sound of the thunder.]

George Sibley: God hears us and speaks!

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

[Tituba stands on the balcony outside Mary's boudoir, looking at a ship through a telescope. It is raining heavily and the sky is grey.]

Tituba: You are sure it is her?

Mary Sibley: Yes, there can be no doubt. It is the countess Anne told me of. And as her ship bears down upon us from the wine dark sea, the boiling increases.

Tituba: Oh, I should have known. The way the hag kissed you, that is the German witch's way. It's one of her signatures.

Mary Sibley: Calm yourself.

Tituba: Calm myself? You never heard or heeded the stories the Elders told, never interested yourself in history.

Mary Sibley: No, only in the future.

Tituba: More is the pity. Did you never wonder what happened to the witches of the other old lands: the Scythians, the Magyars, the Roma? Only a handful of the old breeds survive, hidden in burrows or scattered like dust on the wind. What happened to them? Not witch hunters, but her.

Mary Sibley: I am not of the old breed, but the new, and I'm not afraid of her.

Tituba: You perhaps, but what of the boy? For his safety, I should take him back to the woods.

Mary Sibley: Fine, just for tonight. But hurry back, for I have had fair warning, but they shall have none.

Lewis House Edit

[Reverend Lewis sits in a chair, drinking from a black bottle and watching Mercy Lewis paint a symbol on the floor.]

Reverend Lewis: You'll damn your soul to Hell, my child.

Mercy Lewis: No, no, you did that. And as long as I must dwell in Hell, I might as well rule it.

Reverend Lewis: How will you do that?

Mercy Lewis: Destroy Mary Sibley, beginning tonight. I shall finish with Isaac. I shall eat his heart straight from his chest, and then his ghost will be mine to command.

[As Mercy Lewis speaks, Dollie Trask can be seen watching from behind a hanging cloth. She reacts with dismay to Mercy's words, hastens to the room where Isaac Walton is being kept and begins to untie him.]

Isaac Walton: She'll kill you if she catches you.

Dollie Trask: Be quiet so she doesn't.

[Having difficulty untying the ropes that bind Isaac to the table, Dollie Trask takes a knife and uses it to cut through the ropes. As she is cutting through the rope that binds his hand, she accidentally cuts his skin, leading Isaac Walton to cry out and whimper in pain.]

Dollie Trask: Sorry. I'm sorry. Shh, shh, shh, shh.

[Dollie Trask returns the knife to the table where she found it but knocks a wooden mallet down. In the other room, Reverend Lewis heads the thud and sighs, drinking deeply from his bottle. Dollie picks up the mallet from the floor and she and Isaac Walton wait fearfully. After a moment, Dollie takes a length of cloth and wraps it around Isaac's shoulders.]

Dollie Trask: Shh. Shh!

[Isaac Walton groans in pain as Dollie Trask leads him out of the house, supporting him. They move slowly and quietly and are startled when Reverend Lewis steps out in front of them.]

Reverend Lewis: You foolish child!

[Reverend Lewis grabs Dollie Trask by the shoulder and she brings the mallet down on his head, forcing him to let her go. Reverend Lewis slumps to the floor, unconscious, and Dollie leads Isaac Walton away.]

The House of the Seven Gables (Library) Edit

[Thunder rumbles and rain is falling outside. George Sibley sits by the fire in his wheelchair, in a clean nightgown, drinking a goblet of wine. Mary Sibley stands in the doorway.]

Mary Sibley: You've done well, George. Continue to aid me with the same vigor and authority, and you shall have all you've been promised and so much more. I may even let you have a taste of what you never have: your own, willing wife.

[Mary Sibley approaches George Sibley, taking his hand in hers and guiding it to her body. George groans.]

Mary Sibley: But not now, not tonight. If I'm to have the full measure of your manhood, I need you well rested, and I have work to do. [She removes her toad from its elaborate cage, cradling it in her hands.] Such a good boy, aren't you? Happy to have a little sleep for me and dream of all that's to come when you awake?

[George Sibley leans back his head and opens his mouth wide.]

Mary Sibley: Aw.

[Mary Sibley holds the toad in front of George Sibley's mouth. Slurping noises are heard as it enters his mouth. Tituba speaks from the doorway.]

Tituba: The ship approaches. We must do something.

Mary Sibley: It is time to aim for the rails of our enemy's ship.

Tituba: I don't like it. I fear you facing her alone will prove too dangerous.

Mary Sibley: Then guard me well.

[Mary Sibley leads Tituba out of the library, leaving George Sibley behind.]

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

[Tituba lays the witch shaft on the bed. Mary Sibley lies back on the bed, her body contorted and her eyes white. Tituba watches over her.]

Countess Von Marburg's Ship Edit

[NOTE: As it is unclear which of them is speaking, all crew members are credited as "A Sailor".]

[It is night and it is raining heavily. Sebastian Von Marburg is shown walking on the deck of the ship while members of the crew are busy with their tasks.] 

A Sailor: Haul in the sail!

[Sebastian Von Marburg crosses to the railing and looks out for a moment before walking away. He passes Mary Sibley, who wears a dark cloak and is concealed behind two stacked barrels. The cargo hold of the ship is shown. Barrels, boxes and sacks are stacked on either side. On the deck of the ship, Mary holds two thin wooden rods crossed in front of her. Sparks begin to fly from them.]

Mary Sibley: Like brass to fire, like stick to flame, heed my words, know my name. Faster than light, dark corners seek. Lick to flame, my vengeance wreak.

[As Mary Sibley chants her spell, the cargo in the hold begins to spark. Mary lowers the wooden rods, and sparks drift downwards. Some of the objects in the cargo hold catch fire.]

A Sailor: Fire! Fire below! All hands on deck! Fire in the hold! All hands! All hands! All hands!

[A bell clangs and sailors hurry to deal with the fire. One of them runs past Mary Sibley, who stands with her back pressed against one of the doors. She opens the door and slips through it, closing it behind her. Indistinct shouting and the rumble of thunder is heard as Mary walks through the ship to the Countess' stateroom. The suite is ornately furnished. Mary looks into a mirror, through which she can see her own boudoir. Tituba stands guard over Mary's contorted body. Mary watches Countess Von Marburg enter her boudoir, putting Tituba to sleep with a gesture and coming closer to Mary. Countess Von Marburg picks up the witch shaft and examines it briefly before looking up to meet Mary's gaze through the mirror.]

Countess Von Marburg: What a pleasant surprise.

[Mary turns at the sound of the voice and sees that the image of Countess Von Marburg in the mirror is still moving, while the Countess is also physically present in the stateroom with her.]

Mary Sibley: You stalk the halls of my home, yet you stand on the ship before me. How?

Countess Von Marburg: Oh, my gifts go far beyond the rudimentary powers of your witch stick... or your attempt to burn my ship. Your flames have been snuffed out.

[When Mary looks back at the mirror, she can see only her own reflection.]

Mary Sibley: The flames have fulfilled their intended purpose. You and I are alone.

Countess Von Marburg: Alone with one you clearly know nothing of. And yet I know so much about you, except for the few secrets that you keep so well.

Mary Sibley: Come. Find my secrets, if you dare.

Countess Von Marburg: Oh, no. For the future of the Grand Rite, let us trade words for now, not wounds.

[As she speaks, Countess Von Marburg is shown walking through the House of the Seven Gables.]

Countess Von Marburg: I will admit you're impressive for a common Essex witch.

Mary Sibley: Has our hive not survived when so many others have perished?

Countess Von Marburg: Yes. But your strength is also your weakness. You are, as you said, a hive, filled with lovely little bees but no true queen. You are in reality mere sister drones, little, meek equals whose power is shared. Why, you're like the foot of a pyramid. But you will make a fine and mighty base for one more naturally designed to rule.

Mary Sibley: You?

Countess Von Marburg: Well, you can put a crown on a sow's head, and it doesn't make it a queen. A true queen is not made. She is born in the Earth's womb and destined to rule forever.

Mary Sibley: [slowly advancing on the Countess] You arrogant bitch. I know about you and all your failures. You won't touch a hair on my head. Anne Hale told me you were desperate to know who completed the Grand Rite. Now you know. I alone succeeded where you failed. Oh, mighty queen of failure. I completed the Grand Rite, and I alone will open the gate for our Dark Lord. 'Tis my accomplishment and none of your own.

Countess Von Marburg: No, that's where you are wrong, little sister. Your accomplishment is not only my concern, but my destiny.

[As the Countess Von Marburg on the ship speaks, the Countess Von Marburg in the House of the Seven Gables moves through the dining room.]

Mary Sibley: Listen, old thing. You gave up your birthright when Increase Mather snatched it away. Your Grand Rite died a failure.

Countess Von Marburg: Careful. Your next word may be your last.

Mary Sibley: Your words are nothing but air. We both know you need me. You need me to complete the consecration. I hold the reins, not you. And terrorizing my hive and killing one of my own will not sway me from my destiny. [She turns and begins to walk away.]

Countess Von Marburg: You're right. I do need you. [Mary stops, and turns to face her.] But soon, you will come to see how much you need me, too.

[The Countess Von Marburg in the House of the Seven Gables pushes open a door to reveal a room where the bathtub stands.]

Countess Von Marburg: And you are gravely mistaken, little sister. Other than our watery encounter, I've not touched an Essex witch yet. It would appear there is another enemy at your gates.

Mary Sibley: Then let us use this common threat as reason to unite. What difference does it make who holds the key and who opens the gate? All witches will benefit from our Dark Lord's arrival. Let us work together in this noble cause.

Countess Von Marburg: What I cannot understand is how such a one as you came from so low and dishonest a hive and how you tolerated their lies and their mistreatment for all these years. Time and again, they have robbed you of your most precious possession: your free will. Correct me if those Essex whores have ever treated you as what you have always been: their natural superior. No, for I promise you only this, Mary Sibley. I will never doubt your true worth. And as evidence of my pledge, in your house, I have left a token of my appreciation.

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

[Mary Sibley remains in her contorted pose for a brief moment before collapsing onto the bed. She gasps, sitting up and looking over the side of the bed.]

Mary Sibley: Tituba. Tituba.

[Tituba is lying unconscious next to the bed. Mary Sibley lifts her into a sitting position, shakes her gently, and then slaps her face to rouse her. Tituba gasps as she regains consciousness.]

Lewis House Edit

[The shadowed figure of Mercy Lewis is briefly shown from outside the Lewis House. She stands in front of the window, screaming and writhing. Inside the house, she screams as she stalks from the room to the corridor, where she catches hold of Reverend Lewis, who groans in pain.]

Mercy Lewis: Find them!

Salem Streets Edit

[Dollie Trask and Isaac Walton make their way through the streets. They stop, looking around.]

Isaac Walton: This way.

[They hurry towards one of the buildings.]

Hale Cottage Edit

[Brown Jenkins sits on a small plate atop a dressing table, nibbling at a piece of bread. The spell Mary Sibley wrote for Anne Hale is folded over and set against the mirror.]

Anne Hale: If I do nothing, I must burn as a witch or cede my body and soul to that horrible man. I know what I do is wrong, taking a good man's will, but what choice do I have?

[She rolls up her sleeves, unfolds the parchment on which Mary Sibley wrote the spell, and begins to read it aloud as she scatters Cotton Mather's hairs on a cloth.]

Anne Hale: A black rose grow in his heart. Write my name and let it start. Wrap it round with walls of thorn. Let his mad love for me be born. I left my best ribbon, something of mine. I took his hair, something of his. What else? [She gasps] Something I love. But I have nothing and no one to love.

[Brown Jenkins squeaks, attracting Anne Hale's attention. She snatches him up, holding him in her two hands and crushing him. The sound of crunching bones is heard. Blood drips on the cloth and Cotton's hairs. Anne sobs.]

Graveyard Edit

[Anne Hale uses a wooden spoon to dig a small hole. She holds a tiny bundle, wrapped in a bloodstained cloth, in her hands. John Alden watches her, his witch dagger in his hand. The blade glows red. A flashback to the book in Cotton's chambers is shown, and the heading "the SPAWN of A WITCH be a WITCH". Anne buries the bundle and leaves. John Alden follows.]

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

[Mary Sibley and Tituba walk towards the door of Mary's boudoir arm in arm.]

Mary Sibley: In the light of dawn, we shall weigh Marburg's pledge of peace.

[They hear the sound of water trickling and go to investigate. Water flows from underneath one of the doors. They approach slowly, Mary Sibley leading the way. When she opens the door, they enter the room to see George Sibley leaning back in his wheelchair, his mouth open and water pouring out of it. Mary watches as her toad climbs out of George's mouth.]

[End Credits]

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