Annabellum: The Curse of Salem (2019) - full transcript
In the form of an old doll a vengeful witches curse from 1692 Salem is released upon a family trapped in a historic English mansion.
Hello?
What are you doing, Elizabeth?
I am not Elizabeth.
Lord, protect me from this evil.
Our father, which art in
Heaven, hallowed be thy name!
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday, dear Sylvia ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
Thank you, Mother.
Thank you, Father.
Oh, you are very welcome,
Sylvia.
Thompson,
Sylvia's present, please.
Now this is a very special
present, my darling,
very old, and all the way from
America.
It has been on a very
long journey just for you.
Happy birthday, Sylvia.
Happy birthday, Sylvia.
Mommy, Daddy, it's
lovely.
He needs to be
punished.
He needs to die.
Sylvia!
Lift them and cut
your throat, my dearie.
What in God's
name just happened?
I'm so sorry, Chris,
but practical jokes have
never been my forte.
Caught me unawares there.
I'm in early this morning,
you see, lots of work to do.
Oh.
What are you working on at
the moment, Mr. Whittaker?
I'm working on a new display
about the Warwick fusiliers,
which is a very interesting...
Hi, you all right, David?
Morning, Chris.
Better do my last rounds, Mr.
Whittaker.
I like to get out before
the school kids arrive
at the museum.
I like to get to my office
before the very same.
Label the keys, David,
label the bloody keys.
This doll
was found
in the personal possessions
of Corporal J. Bradshaw,
soldier of the Warwick
fusiliers, 1692.
I regret--
Hello?
Oh, hello.
No, no, you know I don't
like those mobile things,
they're just a fad.
How's Dad?
No, I am listening.
No, no, no, of course
not, I haven't forgotten.
They're staying the weekend,
yeah.
What time are they around
tomorrow?
I mean tonight.
This afternoon, no, it's not a
problem.
It had only slipped my mind
briefly.
Yes, yes, I am listening.
No, that's fine.
Just drop them by the museum,
say 4:30?
I'll see you then.
Bye.
Right, I'm going for a cup of
tea,
and you are going straight
to Steph's office.
Mm.
That'll be great.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Mm.
Yeah.
All right, thanks.
Bye, bye.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello, David.
This doll, where did you get it
from?
It was actually in
the fusiliers archive room,
hidden inside some archive
boxes.
It's a great find, David, great
find.
I'm glad you like it.
I do, David.
I do like her.
Oh and by the way, I'm in
tomorrow
doing some more work on
the fusiliers display,
and I'll be bringing in my
niece and nephew with me.
Strange.
Evening, Chris, good day?
Just beginning really, you?
Nearly done here.
Back in tomorrow, though.
But we're closed tomorrow.
For you, maybe.
I'm in in the afternoon.
You got a couple of
visitors waiting for you.
Oh yes, of course.
Where's the mum?
Oh, she left them with me
outside as we were walking in.
Seems in a bit of a rush.
Thanks.
Hey, ugly butts.
Hm?
What are you doing here?
You both look
like you're in detention.
Come on.
Do you wanna see some cool
stuff?
Come on.
Lady.
Right, kids.
Now you two are very, very
lucky.
Apart from your good Uncle David
here,
and security guard Christopher,
you are the only two left in the
museum.
Now I've got about 15 minutes
of work left to do, hm?
So how about you run around
the museum and investigate it,
and see what you can see, eh?
Back in one five minutes, okay?
Oh, this is too heavy.
This is very heavy.
Try this one on, that's heavier.
Oh, this one's nice.
This is crazy.
Look at this.
Oh, that's cool.
What about that?
My god.
This is a cool hat.
John.
Beth.
Uncle David.
Uncle David.
Uncle David.
Someone wants to say hello.
Have you seen the kids anywhere?
There's one of them.
Where's your sister?
I didn't know you were still
here, Steph.
Looking after your wonderful
find.
Come on then, Beth.
Would you like a lift, or are
you sorted?
No, I'm fine.
Making sure Anne is settled in,
and then I need to run
a few errands in town.
I'll walk.
Okay then, Steph, have a lovely
weekend.
Goodbye, Chris.
Bye, Mr. Whittaker, bye, kids.
You okay to lock the door behind
you
when you leave, Stephanie?
I've got to go and start my
rounds.
Okay, thanks, I'll see you
Monday.
Bye, Chris.
Hey, hey, kids, kids!
Got a storm coming, just get
inside.
Chris.
Chris!
Chris!
Chris!
Chris!
Chris!
Dead.
Chris!
Corporal J. Bradshaw,
what have we got here?
The fuck?
Chris.
Boo!
Got you again.
Chris.
The hell?
Chris.
Chris.
Die.
Fuck.
Jesus Christ.
John, Beth, let's go.
Okay.
This doll
was found
in the personal possessions
of Corporal J. Bradshaw,
soldier of the Warwick
fusiliers, 1692.
I regret with all my heart
giving the doll
to my daughter Sylvia.
For it was my daughter's
birthday.
I had, in my innocence,
decided to give the doll
as a birthday gift to my darling
Sylvia.
Not long after the doll
was given to my daughter,
we noticed a strangeness in her.
But it was at night when
the true evil came out.
And cut your throat.
It
grasped at my daughter's soul
and changed her to the
most violent of beings.
Sylvia!
Within the journal
lie the secrets of how
this evil came to be.
For make no mistake, this doll
is evil in its purest form.
Okay, all right.
I need to go upstairs to my
office.
There's a book up there
that'll help us with this.
David.
It's okay, Beth, Uncle
David will get help,
and you can stay here
with me, where it's safe.
But it's not okay.
Now she's out.
Who's out?
Who's out, sweetheart?
Be careful, Uncle David, she
doesn't like people too much.
David.
I'll be back before you know it,
okay?
Okay, John?
Okay.
Okay, Uncle David.
David.
With God's good grace,
we arrived in Massachusetts
in late summer of 1691,
following nine weeks at sea.
I thank the lord to be back on
land.
The barracks are a welcome
home, the local alehouse moreso.
Chirping merry!
We drill, we prepare.
We prepare for whatever mission
our king requests of us.
My brothers of the sword
and I have been ordered
to a town named Salem.
Marched for two days in the
midst of a bitterly cold winter.
We arrived gutfoundered
and in need of warmth.
As we marched through Salem's
streets,
our already chilled bones
were greeted by a cold
that seemed to eat into our very
souls.
My brethren and I noticed its
touch.
A town full of fear.
A town where peace had long
since left.
We all pray to God for his
divine blessing and help.
Accusations of witchcraft.
The judgment of God was
set up through trials,
to hear and determine the truth.
But we see none.
In its stead, neighbor
pits against neighbor.
Suspicion and hate grow, its
fruit hanging from the trees,
lifeless corpses for all to see.
I swear 'tis not God, but
Lucifer himself
who dances down these streets.
The accusations were
started at the testimony
of a few young women.
Elizabeth Hubbard primarily.
She and her friends took to
convulsing and body shakes.
Soon after, more were
seized by this ill spirit.
There could be no
explanation of these maladies
to the townsfolk but witchcraft.
I was present at a good number
of trials.
A good few were found guilty
and condemned to death by
hanging.
Is God's justice here for
these judgements, I wonder?
A dark fear has infected
the town of Salem.
It grows, the air tastes of it.
I feel the lord is distant.
Anne, a fair woman of older
years.
Anne was a midwife in
Salem for most of her life,
and had helped many of the
townsfolk into the world.
She gave toy soldiers to every
boy,
and a doll to every girl.
I find it difficult to believe
that a kindly woman such
an Anne could be a witch.
Uncle David has been a long
time.
You all know me.
Anne of Salem.
A little girl was I when
we founded our town,
and named it from the
Bible word meaning peace.
You hypocrites!
You speak of God, of love, and
of peace!
Peace?
For years I have shown you
only love and kindness,
and this is how you repay me.
I curse you all, and all of
Salem!
The peace we named this
town after is gone.
I now increase your hatred,
and turn you against your loved
ones.
Bellum omnium contra omnes!
The war of all against all.
Mark my grave not Anne of Salem,
but Anne of Bellum!
Not one day has passed
since Annabellum's hanging,
and we have been sent to
arrest Elizabeth Hubbard.
She had most brutally
murdered those in her home.
A cross down her own father's
throat.
Beth has been put in an
asylum for her brutality.
She had tremendous
strength, unnatural it was.
The house is to be burned.
We all took some possessions
before its purge.
I took some small trinkets
and a doll for my niece.
We are leaving Bellum,
Salem, glad to be so.
On the way back, strange things,
odd thoughts enter my mind.
Thoughts of violence.
Jacob.
A voice,
a voice I remember from the
trials.
It tells me to kill, but I...
Not
long after this entry,
Corporal Jacob Bradshaw was
arrested
after he brutally
murdered fellow soldiers.
Soldiers he had known and
lived alongside for many years.
His trial was brief.
I managed to investigate the
case.
He denied murder and declared
that he was under the curse of
Annabellum.
The judge had him hanged.
His belongings were sent home to
England.
They lay undisturbed for 172
years, until I found them,
and gave the doll as a gift to
Sylvia.
I realize now that Corporal
Bradshaw,
like Elizabeth Hubbard,
was not guilty of murder.
They both did the bidding of the
doll,
which contained the evil
spirit of Anne of Bellum.
She's coming for him.
God love it, Steph.
For the love of God, no!
Why are you doing this?
God, for the love of, no!
No, no!
No!
What the fuck, no, no!
No, for fucks sake!
No, no!
No!
Bellum omnium contra
omnes.
Get the scissors.
I'm done with you, Stephanie.
Lift them and cut your throat,
my dearest.
Beth.
Beth?
Beth, are you okay?
Beth.
John.
Do you wanna play hide and seek?
You hide, I'll seek.
Go and get
the journal, my lovely.
Okay, I'll put the journal in my
bag,
then I'll go find him.
Good girl.
Let's find John.
John's naughty, Beth.
John.
John.
Hey Jim.
Mike.
Two?
Four victims.
Any survivors?
One, a little girl named Beth.
She says that Stephanie
Ross here killed her uncle,
David Whittaker, her brother,
and the security guard.
Shit.
Any previous with this
Stephanie?
That's the thing, absolutely
nothing.
Motivation of any kind?
Not yet.
And is the girl hurt?
Not a scratch.
Jesus.
Have you checked the CCTV?
I have, the tape has gone.
Where's the girl now?
She's in the back with Kathy.
Could you get a car around
front please, Kathy?
Hey Beth.
I'm gonna walk you to the car,
and that nice police lady Kathy
is gonna take you to your
mummy and daddy, okay?
Tell him to get the
bag.
Can I have my bag please?
Sure thing.
Hello, love.
Any news
on how John and David died?
Nothing on John or
your brother.
How's Beth holding up?
She's in bed,
sleeping.
Good, good, she needs
it.
I'm just going to pop up quietly
and make sure she's okay.
Don't wake
her, Peter.
I won't, I won't.
Daddy.
Yes, my
sweetheart.
Somebody wants
to say hello to you.
What are you doing, Elizabeth?
I am not Elizabeth.
Lord, protect me from this evil.
Our father, which art in
Heaven, hallowed be thy name!
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday, dear Sylvia ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
Thank you, Mother.
Thank you, Father.
Oh, you are very welcome,
Sylvia.
Thompson,
Sylvia's present, please.
Now this is a very special
present, my darling,
very old, and all the way from
America.
It has been on a very
long journey just for you.
Happy birthday, Sylvia.
Happy birthday, Sylvia.
Mommy, Daddy, it's
lovely.
He needs to be
punished.
He needs to die.
Sylvia!
Lift them and cut
your throat, my dearie.
What in God's
name just happened?
I'm so sorry, Chris,
but practical jokes have
never been my forte.
Caught me unawares there.
I'm in early this morning,
you see, lots of work to do.
Oh.
What are you working on at
the moment, Mr. Whittaker?
I'm working on a new display
about the Warwick fusiliers,
which is a very interesting...
Hi, you all right, David?
Morning, Chris.
Better do my last rounds, Mr.
Whittaker.
I like to get out before
the school kids arrive
at the museum.
I like to get to my office
before the very same.
Label the keys, David,
label the bloody keys.
This doll
was found
in the personal possessions
of Corporal J. Bradshaw,
soldier of the Warwick
fusiliers, 1692.
I regret--
Hello?
Oh, hello.
No, no, you know I don't
like those mobile things,
they're just a fad.
How's Dad?
No, I am listening.
No, no, no, of course
not, I haven't forgotten.
They're staying the weekend,
yeah.
What time are they around
tomorrow?
I mean tonight.
This afternoon, no, it's not a
problem.
It had only slipped my mind
briefly.
Yes, yes, I am listening.
No, that's fine.
Just drop them by the museum,
say 4:30?
I'll see you then.
Bye.
Right, I'm going for a cup of
tea,
and you are going straight
to Steph's office.
Mm.
That'll be great.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Mm.
Yeah.
All right, thanks.
Bye, bye.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello, David.
This doll, where did you get it
from?
It was actually in
the fusiliers archive room,
hidden inside some archive
boxes.
It's a great find, David, great
find.
I'm glad you like it.
I do, David.
I do like her.
Oh and by the way, I'm in
tomorrow
doing some more work on
the fusiliers display,
and I'll be bringing in my
niece and nephew with me.
Strange.
Evening, Chris, good day?
Just beginning really, you?
Nearly done here.
Back in tomorrow, though.
But we're closed tomorrow.
For you, maybe.
I'm in in the afternoon.
You got a couple of
visitors waiting for you.
Oh yes, of course.
Where's the mum?
Oh, she left them with me
outside as we were walking in.
Seems in a bit of a rush.
Thanks.
Hey, ugly butts.
Hm?
What are you doing here?
You both look
like you're in detention.
Come on.
Do you wanna see some cool
stuff?
Come on.
Lady.
Right, kids.
Now you two are very, very
lucky.
Apart from your good Uncle David
here,
and security guard Christopher,
you are the only two left in the
museum.
Now I've got about 15 minutes
of work left to do, hm?
So how about you run around
the museum and investigate it,
and see what you can see, eh?
Back in one five minutes, okay?
Oh, this is too heavy.
This is very heavy.
Try this one on, that's heavier.
Oh, this one's nice.
This is crazy.
Look at this.
Oh, that's cool.
What about that?
My god.
This is a cool hat.
John.
Beth.
Uncle David.
Uncle David.
Uncle David.
Someone wants to say hello.
Have you seen the kids anywhere?
There's one of them.
Where's your sister?
I didn't know you were still
here, Steph.
Looking after your wonderful
find.
Come on then, Beth.
Would you like a lift, or are
you sorted?
No, I'm fine.
Making sure Anne is settled in,
and then I need to run
a few errands in town.
I'll walk.
Okay then, Steph, have a lovely
weekend.
Goodbye, Chris.
Bye, Mr. Whittaker, bye, kids.
You okay to lock the door behind
you
when you leave, Stephanie?
I've got to go and start my
rounds.
Okay, thanks, I'll see you
Monday.
Bye, Chris.
Hey, hey, kids, kids!
Got a storm coming, just get
inside.
Chris.
Chris!
Chris!
Chris!
Chris!
Chris!
Dead.
Chris!
Corporal J. Bradshaw,
what have we got here?
The fuck?
Chris.
Boo!
Got you again.
Chris.
The hell?
Chris.
Chris.
Die.
Fuck.
Jesus Christ.
John, Beth, let's go.
Okay.
This doll
was found
in the personal possessions
of Corporal J. Bradshaw,
soldier of the Warwick
fusiliers, 1692.
I regret with all my heart
giving the doll
to my daughter Sylvia.
For it was my daughter's
birthday.
I had, in my innocence,
decided to give the doll
as a birthday gift to my darling
Sylvia.
Not long after the doll
was given to my daughter,
we noticed a strangeness in her.
But it was at night when
the true evil came out.
And cut your throat.
It
grasped at my daughter's soul
and changed her to the
most violent of beings.
Sylvia!
Within the journal
lie the secrets of how
this evil came to be.
For make no mistake, this doll
is evil in its purest form.
Okay, all right.
I need to go upstairs to my
office.
There's a book up there
that'll help us with this.
David.
It's okay, Beth, Uncle
David will get help,
and you can stay here
with me, where it's safe.
But it's not okay.
Now she's out.
Who's out?
Who's out, sweetheart?
Be careful, Uncle David, she
doesn't like people too much.
David.
I'll be back before you know it,
okay?
Okay, John?
Okay.
Okay, Uncle David.
David.
With God's good grace,
we arrived in Massachusetts
in late summer of 1691,
following nine weeks at sea.
I thank the lord to be back on
land.
The barracks are a welcome
home, the local alehouse moreso.
Chirping merry!
We drill, we prepare.
We prepare for whatever mission
our king requests of us.
My brothers of the sword
and I have been ordered
to a town named Salem.
Marched for two days in the
midst of a bitterly cold winter.
We arrived gutfoundered
and in need of warmth.
As we marched through Salem's
streets,
our already chilled bones
were greeted by a cold
that seemed to eat into our very
souls.
My brethren and I noticed its
touch.
A town full of fear.
A town where peace had long
since left.
We all pray to God for his
divine blessing and help.
Accusations of witchcraft.
The judgment of God was
set up through trials,
to hear and determine the truth.
But we see none.
In its stead, neighbor
pits against neighbor.
Suspicion and hate grow, its
fruit hanging from the trees,
lifeless corpses for all to see.
I swear 'tis not God, but
Lucifer himself
who dances down these streets.
The accusations were
started at the testimony
of a few young women.
Elizabeth Hubbard primarily.
She and her friends took to
convulsing and body shakes.
Soon after, more were
seized by this ill spirit.
There could be no
explanation of these maladies
to the townsfolk but witchcraft.
I was present at a good number
of trials.
A good few were found guilty
and condemned to death by
hanging.
Is God's justice here for
these judgements, I wonder?
A dark fear has infected
the town of Salem.
It grows, the air tastes of it.
I feel the lord is distant.
Anne, a fair woman of older
years.
Anne was a midwife in
Salem for most of her life,
and had helped many of the
townsfolk into the world.
She gave toy soldiers to every
boy,
and a doll to every girl.
I find it difficult to believe
that a kindly woman such
an Anne could be a witch.
Uncle David has been a long
time.
You all know me.
Anne of Salem.
A little girl was I when
we founded our town,
and named it from the
Bible word meaning peace.
You hypocrites!
You speak of God, of love, and
of peace!
Peace?
For years I have shown you
only love and kindness,
and this is how you repay me.
I curse you all, and all of
Salem!
The peace we named this
town after is gone.
I now increase your hatred,
and turn you against your loved
ones.
Bellum omnium contra omnes!
The war of all against all.
Mark my grave not Anne of Salem,
but Anne of Bellum!
Not one day has passed
since Annabellum's hanging,
and we have been sent to
arrest Elizabeth Hubbard.
She had most brutally
murdered those in her home.
A cross down her own father's
throat.
Beth has been put in an
asylum for her brutality.
She had tremendous
strength, unnatural it was.
The house is to be burned.
We all took some possessions
before its purge.
I took some small trinkets
and a doll for my niece.
We are leaving Bellum,
Salem, glad to be so.
On the way back, strange things,
odd thoughts enter my mind.
Thoughts of violence.
Jacob.
A voice,
a voice I remember from the
trials.
It tells me to kill, but I...
Not
long after this entry,
Corporal Jacob Bradshaw was
arrested
after he brutally
murdered fellow soldiers.
Soldiers he had known and
lived alongside for many years.
His trial was brief.
I managed to investigate the
case.
He denied murder and declared
that he was under the curse of
Annabellum.
The judge had him hanged.
His belongings were sent home to
England.
They lay undisturbed for 172
years, until I found them,
and gave the doll as a gift to
Sylvia.
I realize now that Corporal
Bradshaw,
like Elizabeth Hubbard,
was not guilty of murder.
They both did the bidding of the
doll,
which contained the evil
spirit of Anne of Bellum.
She's coming for him.
God love it, Steph.
For the love of God, no!
Why are you doing this?
God, for the love of, no!
No, no!
No!
What the fuck, no, no!
No, for fucks sake!
No, no!
No!
Bellum omnium contra
omnes.
Get the scissors.
I'm done with you, Stephanie.
Lift them and cut your throat,
my dearest.
Beth.
Beth?
Beth, are you okay?
Beth.
John.
Do you wanna play hide and seek?
You hide, I'll seek.
Go and get
the journal, my lovely.
Okay, I'll put the journal in my
bag,
then I'll go find him.
Good girl.
Let's find John.
John's naughty, Beth.
John.
John.
Hey Jim.
Mike.
Two?
Four victims.
Any survivors?
One, a little girl named Beth.
She says that Stephanie
Ross here killed her uncle,
David Whittaker, her brother,
and the security guard.
Shit.
Any previous with this
Stephanie?
That's the thing, absolutely
nothing.
Motivation of any kind?
Not yet.
And is the girl hurt?
Not a scratch.
Jesus.
Have you checked the CCTV?
I have, the tape has gone.
Where's the girl now?
She's in the back with Kathy.
Could you get a car around
front please, Kathy?
Hey Beth.
I'm gonna walk you to the car,
and that nice police lady Kathy
is gonna take you to your
mummy and daddy, okay?
Tell him to get the
bag.
Can I have my bag please?
Sure thing.
Hello, love.
Any news
on how John and David died?
Nothing on John or
your brother.
How's Beth holding up?
She's in bed,
sleeping.
Good, good, she needs
it.
I'm just going to pop up quietly
and make sure she's okay.
Don't wake
her, Peter.
I won't, I won't.
Daddy.
Yes, my
sweetheart.
Somebody wants
to say hello to you.