The Reckoning (2020) - full transcript

I think it's perfect.

I made it for you.

When I can't watch over
you both, he will.

As he always does.

You sure I can't
persuade you to stay?

I wish I could.

I don't like it when you leave.

Especially with what's
going on out there.

I won't be long, love.

That's it. It's all there.

Good man.



Oh, thanks, Ben.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Joseph.

-Squire.

-How's that family of yours?

Very well.

In times like these,
that's blessing enough.

- In times like these,
I wouldn't let a woman

like Grave out of my sight.

Here, let me light your pipe.

Oh, thank you.

-Leave him be, Leonora.

He's a married man.

Jesus.



Joseph?

It's okay my love.
Just go back to bed.

No, Grace. Stay where you are.
Don't come any closer.

Joseph, you're scaring me.
What's wrong?

Don't touch me! Please.

Oh, my God. It's the sickness.

I just have a fever is all.

I don't want you and Abby
succumbing to it.

All right.

I'll go to the forest to fetch
some elderberry

to make a tonic.

That should help
break the fever.

Grace... Grace.

I love you.

Won't be long.

Sorry. The squire wants
a word with you.

- Squire?
- Mrs. Haverstock.

You don't usually make
house calls.

Well, I heard rumor
that your husband

had succumbed to the sickness.

Such a pity that he should be
cut down in his prime.

But then the Lord moves
in mysterious ways.

That he does.

And what of yourself
and the child?

We must wait it out in solitude
and pray the Lord has spared us.

And if you do find yourself
in his favor, what then?

Surely you don't mean
to persist out here,

a frail young woman alone
in this isolated place?

I'm not alone.
I have my daughter.

And there is work to be done.
I must persist.

I see.

And I trust you'll be able
to pay the rent.

It's due in a week, and if you
cannot fulfill your obligation,

your tenancy will be forfeit.

You'll lose everything.

Your sympathy at this difficult
time is the most touching.

Mind your tongue, woman.

My sympathies lie
where I choose.

This is business
and nothing more.

We all have our stations
in life,

and I'm sorry that yours is
beneath mine, but there it is.

I'll come back.
If you're still alive,

I shall expect
the rent paid in full.

If not, well, then we'll
call it quits.

Don't worry, Squire.

You'll have your money.

It happened this time.

I'm sure of it.

Sure of what?

Of a child.

How could you possibly
know that?

A woman just knows these things.

Come here.

Come here.

Kate?

Grace?

Oh.

It's all right, Kate.

We've gone a week now
and showed no signs.

All the same, Kate,
it might be wise to keep...

- Thank the Lord.
- Never mind.

When we heard the news,
we feared the worst.

We're glad to see that
you're all right.

We're very sorry
to hear about Joseph.

He were a good friend.

Thank you, Morton.
That means a lot.

- Where are you going?
- I have to go into town.

Grace, no!
It's too dangerous.

The sickness is rife there.
Morton, she's going into town.

Well, why would you want to do
a damn fool thing like that?

I have no choice.

That's something I must do.

Then leave Abby with me.

- No.
- You can ride faster

and be back sooner.

Very well.

You and Morton have been
like family to me

ever since I came here.

Then take some sisterly advice
and don't dally.

The shadow of death
hangs over that place.

Come on.

I won't be there a moment
longer necessary.

I'll be back before dark.

Mr. Tuttle?

Aye? That's right.

You don't know me, but you were
a friend of my husband's,

Joseph Haverstock.

That I was. It's a bloody shame
what happened.

I'm sorry for your loss.

He always did right by you,
didn't he?

Why don't you come to the point,
Mrs. Haverstock?

I hate to come here like this.

I didn't know
where else to turn.

I need money.

A small loan.

I see.

I can't help you.

But...

The Squire will evict us
if we don't pay.

Times are tough.

What must I do? Beg?

Begging won't make
any difference.

It's the sickness.
People are scared.

They're seeing the devil
under their beds

or hiding in the woodshed.

He arrested Molly Pryor
just two days ago for witchery.

Molly Pryor?
She's just a harmless old woman.

She confessed to all charges.

I'll give you some advice
because Joseph was my friend

and he didn't deserve
to go the way I did.

Leave town while you can.

That day when Joseph
came into town, what happened?

He delivered the grain,

then came in for a drink,
as usual.

But there was a man here
from outside the village

with the sickness.

Joseph drank from the wrong cup.

An honest mistake.

And from that moment,
he was done for.

You saw this?

I heard it.

From who?

Well, the Squire, of course.

Come on.

Do as you must, love.

Grace.

Good morning, Mrs. Haverstock.

Suppose you've come
for your money.

All in good time.
Mind if I come in?

Never fails to impress me how
so many can live on so little.

How are you holding up?

I can only imagine
how difficult it is

with all you've been through.

We're getting by.

Could I trouble you
for a libation?

We only have ale.

A cool ale would hit the spot.

Poor child.

Won't be easy for her
growing up without a father.

Having suffered
the loss of my own mother

as a child, I do believe
it deprived my character

of the more tender sentiments.

I'm sorry.

About your mother, I mean.

Oh, don't be.
She was a whore.

My father beat her to death
with an iron skillet

when he caught her looking
at another man.

Cheers.

Eviction is such thirsty work.

Then this should keep
you imbibed for a while.

For three months at least.

I'm impressed.

What about the next month
and the month after?

Surely you don't expect me to
believe that you're going to

work this land whilst
tending to an infant...

- We'll manage.
- And you'll fail.

All you will have achieved
is to delay the inevitable.

Another three months.

Satisfied?

Doesn't have to be this way.

An arrangement could be reached.

You could cover your rent by...

other means.

Other means?

Well, let's not mince words.

You have your money.
Now please leave.

You should count

yourself bloody lucky.

You think I make an offer
like this to just anyone.

Get off or me!

Get your hands off of me!

I saw how you were with Joseph,
flaunting your tender body

like bait on a fishhook,
reeling him in

with the promise
of succulent quim.

Please stop this!

You can feel me, can't you?

-Get off of me!

Get out!

You're hardly in a position
to be choosy,

not after your husband's
misfortune.

Get out.

Make me.

You got some fight in you.
I like that.

That's more like it.

On your knees. Relax.

You might even enjoy it.

Aaah!

Now get the hell
out of my house!

- Come here, you little shit!
- Aaah!

You'll pay for this, harlot.

Ha!

-Come on.

They murdered her.

What re you talking about?

I never told you
about my mother.

I was very young.

It was early on the Sabbath
when they came for.

My father tried to stop them,

but he was helpless
to prevent it.

A few days later we were
summoned to Blackthorne Castle

to hear the verdict.

The whole village came out.

They were too afraid not to.

For fear of Judge Moorcroft,
the witch finder.

Would you let your shame fall on
your daughter's shoulders?

Don't you dare hurt her!

Then confess, or you condemn
her as you condemn yourself.

All right, I confess.

I didn't hear you.

I confess, damn you!

Moorcroft declared
my mother a witch

and sentenced her to death.

Burn her.

I didn't understand
what was happening.

All I knew is that they were
taking away my mother.

I'm sorry, Grace.
I wasn't strong enough.

Don't be afraid.

Promise me, always stay
true to yourself.

Let no one tell you
who you are.

Take her away.

And I had to watch.

Please!

As they burned her alive.

I should have told you.

You deserve to know who I am.

I know who you are.

And I love you.

This, us...

it's all that matters.

You and the baby are
the most precious thing to me.

I'll do anything
to keep you safe.

I know.

Your mother...

she was innocent.

It doesn't matter.
Innocent or not, she confessed.

That makes her a witch.

Ale. Make it quick.

Rough day, Squire?

Keep your insolent tongue
inside your wretched head.

Just asking, Squire.

It was that damn Haverstock
woman, if you must know.

I only went round
to collect the rent.

She flew into a rage
and attacked me.

The woman's a menace.

You mean she doesn't fancy you?

It's written all over
your face, Squire.

One more word.

Your rent's coming up soon,
isn't it?

I'd hate to have to it raise it.
That goes for all of you!

I own you!

Remember that!

What I mean is, does anyone
know what really happened

to Joseph?

She claims the sickness
took him.

But what about her
and her baby, too?

I tell you.

There's something wicked
at work in that place.

I saw her in town the other day.

Acting bloody peculiar, she was.

She and Molly Pryor were
close friends, I heard tell.

Joseph was showing me
interest until she came along.

She must have beguiled him.

There's only one thing
that can explain it.

She made a pact with the devil.

Grace Haverstock's a witch.

She came here looking for money.
I sent her away.

Then I reckon
you're fucked, mate.

She and Molly were in league.

Killing one witch didn't
rid us of the sickness.

Then we burn her, too.

Did somebody say witch?

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Sleep soundly, my little one.

Got to prime it first,
or don't work so good.

Who are you?
What do you want?

We want you, witch.

Aaah!

Witch!

She's a feisty one, isn't she?

Nowhere to run, witch.

Yeah, look.

She bleeds like the rest of us.

Let's go.

No sense taking any chances.

Now, that's how you
deal with witches.

No! What have you done?

You were supposed
to bring her in,

not but the house
to the ground.

She was going to burn anyway,
so what's the difference?

It's my property, you moron.

Morton, how could you?
What are you doing?

Alright, well, she's dead now.

So naught can be done about it.

She's not bloody dead,
you useless fools!

She escaped down the back.

I should have known
it wouldn't be so easy

to rid ourselves of you.

Grace Haverstock, you stand
accused of the crimes

of witchcraft and making
unholy covenant with the devil.

What say you to these charges?

Bring me the child.

No! No! No! Not my baby!

Grace!

- Quit your struggling.
- No!

- So innocent.
- No! My baby!

Won't harm a hair on her head.

Abby!

What's this then? Another witch?

- Got another witch for you.
- Ah.

I'm no witch.

That's what they
all say, darling.

Not often we get one
as fine as you down here.

Hey! Come on.

You! You can see it, can't you?

The seeds of our destruction
have already taken root.

Shut it, you!

Come on, don't make this
any bloody harder.

Come on.
Don't keep on struggling.

Right.
Here, give me that.

Yes, and enemy who sowed them
is the devil.

For the harvest is
the close of the age.

Welcome to Paradise.

I want to see my baby.

I want to see my daughter.

Damn you!

How could you?

She's your friend.

She's your friend.

At least she was.

What do you mean by that?

You'll have nothing more
to do with her.

Do you understand?

The Squire would take away
everything we had

if he knew we were associated
with that witch.

But Grace is not a witch!

Enough!

I'll hear no more of it.

Or do you want to be chained
up alongside your friend?

All it takes is a word.

Mama?

- Wait.
- I can't stay.

A moment, that's all I ask.

I'm forbidden to speak to you.

Psst.

Are you okay?

It's okay. They've gone now.

What's your name?

Astrid.

Where's your family, Astrid?

They're all gone.

The sickness took them.

I'm so sorry.

You don't look much
like a thief.

What'd you do to end up in here?

Nothing.

That's what I told them.

But they beat me.

And kept on beating me
till I confessed

to stealing a chicken
and a loaf of bread.

But I was starving.
I had no choice.

Soul of Christ, sanctify me.

Blood of Christ, wash me.

Body of Christ save me!

Blood of Christ, inebriate me.

And him?

Reverend Malcolm,
he's out of his mind.

He talks to himself
day and night.

He thinks that the sickness
is the devil's work,

that the end of times is here.

You must be strong tomorrow.

What's to happen to me?

They'll try to break you.

Like they did to poor old Molly.

And the rest of us.

Sooner or later,
he breaks everyone.

You mustn't let him.

Behold, thou witch!

- There she is!
- Witch!

- Witch!
- Witch!

- Witch!
- Witch!

- Witch!
- Get away!

I'll break your bloody skull!

- Witch!
- That's for Joseph, witch!

Witch! Witch!

Woman, cry no, we won't.

Woman, cry no, we won't.

Cry no, we won't.

Aaah!

Give it to her! Yes!

Hurt her!

Your friend Molly Pryor here
only managed two days

before she spilled her guts.

Doesn't have to be this way.

I could still help you,
if you'd let me.

Did you help Molly, too?

Or was she not your type?

I suspected I was going to
have trouble with you,

so I've sent for help
from some more skilled

in the art of persuasion,

the witch finder John Moorcroft.

So why not spare yourself
the pain, confess.

Your conscience will be clear.

My conscience is already clear.

Where is my daughter?
What have you done with her?

I haven't done anything
with her.

You think I'd harm
an innocent child?

What kind of man
do you take me for?

I take you for a fool
and a coward.

You have an insolent
tongue, witch.

You're lucky that
I'm feeling charitable today.

Otherwise, I take great pleasure
in cutting it out.

But I warn you,
judgment is coming.

And he won't be so forgiving.

Let him come.

- God bless all here.
- Welcome, sir.

Care for a drink?

My companion and I have been
on the road since dawn

We require food, libation.

Take a seat.
I'll have the food sent over.

Thank you.

Moorcroft, is it?

- Aye.
- That's him, all right.

George Moorcroft.

Butcher and bastard.

Hey, Watkins, you're drunk.
Leave the man be.

You have me
at a disadvantage, sir.

You appear to know me,
but I must confess,

I'm at a total loss.

No, I don't suppose
you do remember me.

Just another grieving husband
amongst the countless

that you've left behind.

Sir, your wife was a witch then?

My wife was no witch.

Mistakes are made.

Mistake? Is that what it was?

If that helps.

The only thing that'll help me

is seeing you dead.

Watkins, don't!

There's no need for bloodshed.

What in the name of God
happened to you?

The judge showed me
the path to truth.

Open your heart,
and he will show you, too.

Get the hell out of my way.

Aah!

For some, the truth
is beyond them.

Come, Ursula.

I fear we've outstayed
our welcome.

You can be as selfless
as you like.

You can't win.

We're innocent.

I don't care.

That man's got the sickness.

Is that right?

You're not just a pretty face,
are you then?

Come on, then.

Whew.

The sickness, eh?

All the more reason to
keep him locked up.

Fresh water straight
from the river.

For all it's worth.

I thought you were forbidden
to speak to me.

Well, they'll punish me I do.
You'll curse me if I don't.

You know why I'm really here.

All I ask is news
of my daughter.

I don't know anything.

Ask around. Anything
you can find out, please.

Sorry, I have to go.

And I looked,
beheld a pale horse.

His name who sat
on him was Death.

Hell followed with him.

Judge Moorcroft, thank you
for your swift response.

We're in need of your expertise
in this matter.

Has my equipment arrived?

It got here just before you did.

- Good. Take me to her.
- So soon?

After such a long journey,
would you not prefer to rest?

The devil never rests.

Nor must we.

She has a bed in her cell?

Yes, it's crude,
but it's enough to sleep on.

We must get rid of it.
You're too lenient.

And if she sleeps,
you douse her with ice water.

She's in league with
the dark one.

Never forget that.

Fear not, my child.
Salvation is at hand.

Have food and wine sent to
my room.

I must prepare.

There is God's work to be done.

Joseph.

Grace.

Grace.

Joseph.

Joseph?

No!

She won't last long.

I don't know.

There's something about her,
something different.

- Different?
- Yeah.

Well, witch or not,
I'd still do her.

You're a sick bastard, Peck.

She'll curse you,
make your balls drop off.

I'd still do her.

Never forget who you are.

Wake up, witch!

It's time.

Grace Haverstock,
I am confused.

The depositions are unanimous,
and the evidence is clear.

Yet you persist
in claiming your innocence.

Now, you must understand
that you have put me

in a very difficult position.

But when dealing
with the forces of darkness,

I cannot afford to be reckless.

The devil, Grace, is deceitful,

and it is my sworn duty
to uncover the truth.

Oh.

You won't be
needing this anymore.

For this is between
you and I now, Grace.

It's a battle of wills,
if you like,

and I warn you of this.

My will is greater than yours.

We'll see.

Well, let us begin.

Gentlemen.

Strap her in.

Sister Agatha, you may proceed
with the examination.

We have something.

And there we have it!

Clear as day!
The devil's mark.

Tell me something, my dear.

When you fornicate
with the beast,

does his bite sting?

Come on!

No, I don't want to go
back in there.

You will go where you are
bloody well told.

And cover yourself up.

I brought you extra bread
and cheese.

- Do you duties, boy!
- I've got to go.

Just don't give up.

The judge is begging
for his wine.

- What news from London?
- Oh, London is lost.

Thousands have fled to
the safety of the countryside.

Bodies are piled high
in the narrow streets.

Burial parties struggle to cope,
so the stench of rotting flesh

hangs over the city
like putrid fog.

And the rats...

The rats are everywhere.

It's as if the day of judgment
has finally arrived.

All the more reason we should
seek out and destroy evil

where we find it,
don't you think?

Easier said than done.

Grace may be stubborn,
but she will break.

You'd be surprised.
Such is the power of conviction.

Well, maybe you're
just not hurting her enough,

You really are a vicious brute,
aren't you?

Coming from you, I'll take
that as a compliment.

I just hope we didn't
bring you here for nothing.

She has the devil inside her.

Any fool can see that.

You will have your confession.
I guarantee it.

Joseph.

There, my love.

I'm with you.

Oh, I want to see you.

Open your eyes.

Oh.

A sign of despair.

I care not for your flesh.

I just want your soul.

What did I tell you?
No sleeping!

They usually give up by now.

Hm.

You playing, or what?

What if she's innocent
like she says?

Does she go to Hell?
Or do we?

Look around you, mate.

We're already here.

Roll.

Shit!

What's with all these bloody
rats all of a sudden?

Have you seen any cats lately?

Roll.

Grace, Grace!

I have news.

Tell me, please.

Your daughter is in
the keeping of the Squire

in the South Tower.

A nurse maid is called
to attend to her needs.

- She's safe.
- She's not safe.

Not with him.

That's all I know.

- Thank you.
- Make sure you eat.

I feel it is time
that we discussed the recent

passing of your husband, Joseph.

I hear from the Squire that
he succumbed to the sickness.

And given the circumstance,
I felt the need

for absolute certainty.

And so I had his body exhumed.

And although his death

by pestilence
was a foregone conclusion,

you could only imagine
how perplexed I was to find...

...this...

...hanging around his
stretched neck.

Now, I did not know
your husband, Grace,

but by all accounts,
I hear that he was a good man,

that he was a kind man,
that he was a godly man.

Which makes me wonder,
why would such a man commit

the mortal crime
of taking his own life

unless it was the witch
he was fool enough

to marry or the devil himself?

Admit it, Grace, please.

Admit it, that you...
that you cursed him

and you sent an innocent man
to the bowels of hell!

Take her down.

Repent your sins,
redeem your soul.

Free yourself.

Begin.

Take her away.

You, boy! Give me a hand.

For the love of God,
why did you do this?

Just give them what they want.

-I won't.

If you continue like this,
they're going to kill you.

They're going to kill me anyway.

I do not fight for my life.

Please do not abandon hope.

I think hope has abandoned me.

There's only way
out of this now.

Something troubles you, Ursula.

She has courage,
don't you think?

It is but a mask,
that is all.

I know.

Forgive me.

Never doubt the virtue
of our task.

Never mind how difficult
or painful it may be.

Always remember what she is.

The darkness an allure to it.

I understand this.

And that is why our struggle
is so much harder

and the Lord's soldiers
must be so much stronger.

I remember the day
the rain came.

Deluge direct from Heaven above.

And I pulled you from the ashes,
purged of evil.

And in your heart, a new resolve
to enlighten those

that had strayed into
the darkness.

That is true courage, Ursula.

That is strength.

And that is why I need you
by my side.

You... are my anchor
in the eternal storm.

I should have held my tongue.

On the contrary, I think it is
time that you spoke with her.

Stay awake.

For you do not know on what day
your Lord is coming.

Grace.

No.

It's not you.

Don't you know your own husband?

My love.

I know the devil has many faces.

Oh, Grace, please.

You're just a dream.

But you're awake.

Joseph.

Joseph!

I will not be denied!

Mama.

I'm sorry.

I blamed you
and I scolded you.

I didn't understand.

I did not understand.

Fear not, child.

The Lord forgives.

How did you get in here?
What do you want?

I mean you no harm.

Here, eat.

Tell me, what does
he say to you?

Who?

The devil, when he comes
to you in the night.

- I don't know...
- It's okay.

You can tell me.

I myself spoke with
him frequently.

I know how it feels.

Leave me alone.

Get out.

I, too, succumbed
to temptation,

made unholy union
with the devil.

But Judge Moorcroft showed me
the path to truth.

You mean he tortured you.

Enlightened me.

I was in denial at first.

But only through
the purification of pain

did I cleanse my soul.

You may hold out for a day.

Maybe two.

But in the end,
you will beg for redemption.

Let me help you.

We can end
this suffering together.

Mama.

You gave your life for me.

Should I give them
what they want?

You've fought long enough.

You can let go now.

Free yourself.

- Joseph.
- Free yourself, my love.

Follow the path
to truth, Grace.

If you won't do it for yourself,
then do it for your daughter.

Now I see the truth of it.

Tell me, how many others
have you sent the scaffold

or burn to death?

Did you convince them
that they were witches

just as your own accusers
convinced you?

When you're told something often
enough, you start to believe it.

What you're unwilling
or unable to accept

is you were no more the witch
then than I am now.

So why don't we take your
so-called truth and get out?

Guard.

You should heed my words.

The fate of your soul
depends upon it.

Fate of my soul is a matter
between myself and God

and no other.

Make sure you eat.

"Abby's safe. Have her.

Get down here, you bloody...

- Come on you!
- It's the gypsy girl.

Wonder what she did.

Doesn't matter.

Nobody's safe.

Grant me strength on this day,
oh, Lord.

Shield me in your might.

Dress me in your armor.

That I made deflect
the evil schemes of the devil.

And what torturous delights
have we in store today?

I am God's instrument, sir.

This is my duty.
I take no pleasure in it.

Your loss.

Bring forth the accused!

Make way! Make way!

- Witch!
- Witch!

- Witch! Witch!
- Witch! Witch!

My God have mercy.

Good people, before you
stands Grace Haverstock.

Now, you all know
why she's here.

The evidence is damning
and taken from your own

sworn statements,
eyewitness accounts proving

her association with
Molly Pryor,

a convicted witch,
and worse still,

wanton fornication
with a dark one, as evidenced...

by the witch's mark
upon her body.

Now, such lurid testimony
should be enough to condemn her,

but we have also heard

how the pestilence did not
take root within her body

or that of her infant child.

And so I ask you
what more proof is needed?

Witch, witch.

For Pete's sake, stop this!

Tell your wife to
mind her tongue,

or she'll end up there next.

Just be quiet.

I will not.

- Then you'll come with me.
- Get her out.

I ask you again,
in the eyes of God,

do you confess?

Ursula.

Grace, do you know
what this is?

Its design is simple,
but most effective.

It has but one purpose...
to inflict excruciating pain.

To have the desired result,
it must be inserted fully.

And then the handle
must be turned thus.

Again... and again.

And again until the pain
is unendurable.

Grace, do not make me do this.

Do not make me do this.

Suffer no more!

Confess.

Confess!

You can tear my flesh
and break my bones,

but I will not
bear false witness before you

or anyone else.

I know the truth.

And I will endure all of your
torments to protect it.

For my will...

is greater than yours.

Take her down.

Courage now, my dear Ursula.

It is God's work we do here.

Let him be your strength.

Grace, I beg of you, confess.

This is your last chance.
Confess.

God as my witness, I have done
everything in my power

to purge your soul of evil,
but to no avail.

Therefore, I sentence you
to death for the grievous crime

of malfeasance.

Wait, wait, wait.
You promised me a confession.

A confession is implicit.

Who else could withstand
such pain

other than a witch?

Thou shall not suffer a witch
to live.

Charlatan! The pair of you!

She is in league with the devil,
and she will burn for it.

As will her child.

- No.
- The bloodline must be severed.

No! No!

The sentence of
this court is final.

Not my baby! No!

God have mercy on your souls.

No!

What's the matter?
Nothing to say now?

- Nothing to say to you.
- Oh, suit yourself.

Better that way. Don't know
what you're so upset about.

She lied to us.
She had it coming.

Why did I marry such
an ignorant fool?

What did you say?

- You heard me.
- Say it again.

Go on.

Say it to my face.

I won't be silenced
by a coward like you.

To hell with you.

If that's how you feel,
you can bloody well walk home.

Is that it? Is that all you got?

Didn't you learn anything
from what you saw today?

I'm not taking
your shit anymore!

-Oh, is that all you got, eh?

It's time I taught you a lesson
you're not going to forget

in such a hurry.

Aaah!

What are you gonna
do with that, eh?

Give me a bloody tooth ache?

Well, he smells pretty bad,
so it looks like it was

the sickness that killed him.

So the witch was right then?

Yeah.

I got your message.

But I need more than hope now.

Tell me what will they do
with old man's body?

Dump it in the pit come morning,
I expect.

Why?

I was hoping to escape
with Abby tonight.

Will you help me?

Tell me what to do.

Enter.

The witch wants to
speak with you.

She says she's got something
important to tell you.

Then we better hear
what she has to say.

Bring her up.

Clean yourself up.
Put that on.

You ought to look respectable
for the judge.

We'll watch.

What the bloody hell
do you think you're going

to do with that thing?

You can't be too careful
with the likes of her.

Yeah, well, just be careful

and don't blow me
to smithereens with it.

Go with God, my child.
His shadow is upon you.

Forgive me.

Leave us.

I believe there's something
you wish to tell me, Grace.

I'll give you what you want.

On one condition.

Abby.

She really is the most beautiful
child, is she not?

Please give her to me.

All in good time, my dear.

What are you doing here, boy?

Just pouring
the judge's wine, sir.

Better get on with it then.

So innocent, so pure.

I suppose all witches start
this way before evil takes root.

Being a witch yourself,

how do you foresee the future
of your daughter Abigail?

She dies tomorrow.

At my side, by your hand.

Oh.

So you've come to bargain
for her life, have you?

Her life is all I ask.

If you still want
your confession.

Very well.

Your child shall live.

But I have
a condition of my own.

That she be raised by Ursula
as a servant of God.

Her salvation demands
a strong hand.

So she doesn't follow
in her mother's footsteps.

Now, I feel it is time that
you should say goodbye.

Never forget that I love you.

It's time.

I love you, Abby.
I love you!

There, there, my sweet child.

Mother's here.

Don't cry.

It's just the two
of us now, Grace.

No more secrets.

No more lies.

Take a seat.

I feel it is time that we raised
a cup to honor our deal.

I must decline.

I never hand the stomach for it.

Well, I shan't drink alone.

Very well.

What difference does
it make now anyway.

Good point.

You know, I can feel the hatred
burning inside of you, Grace.

Any reasonable person would
just let go,

so why don't you let go, Grace?

Maybe you'll take
courage in this.

Although I fear
it may be too late for you

to acquire a taste for it.

To courage then.

To courage.

Now, what is it
you want to tell me?

I must unburden myself.

Then please free yourself.

Judge Moorcroft...

I wish to confess here and now
before the eyes of God,

that I am...

no witch.

Aaah!

What is this?

A reckoning, judge.
You don't remember me, do you?

And why would I remember you?

I'm the daughter
of Jane Hawthorne.

You burnt her alive
when I was 7 years old.

You made me watch.

I'm not surprised
you don't remember.

Just one more innocent woman
you've murdered along the way.

You know, for years, I thought
you were the devil himself.

But now I see it.

You're just an ordinary man.

Wait a moment.
What's your hurry?

I see no reason why we couldn't
become better acquainted.

Acquaint yourself with this.

My mistake.

Not sure I could bear
to look at you anyway.

If it's repentance you're after,
you will receive none.

I will continue doing
what I do as long as evil

stalks this earth, and yes,
yes, I do remember your mother.

I remember the stench of her
as she burned.

She was innocent.

She gave her life to protect
her daughter.

Well, we each have our part
to play, don't we?

That's right.
And your part is done.

Now it's time to play dead.

- What?
- The wine, you fool.

It's laced with pestilence.

But you drunk it, too.

I die tomorrow.

I just wanted you to know
from the woman

who killed you,
an ordinary woman.

Ursula!

Save your breath.

It's just us now.

No more secrets, no more lies.

You won't be needing this.

Don't make a sound.

Leave now.

Murdering witch!

Edwin, where's Abby?

I have her. Let's go.

Free yourself.

Grace, come on. We have to
go out through here.

Wait.

Guards! Sound the alarm.

Grace, what's wrong?

I can't go with you.

What you're talking about?

Wait, no!

What have you done?!

What needed to be done
to protect you both.

I don't understand.

I drunk the wine.

I can't her life or yours.
I'm sorry.

But the wine wasn't poisoned.

What? What?

I tried to tell you.

Ah.

What's good enough for him

is good enough for me.

No. No!

Help me!

Oy! You!

What do you
think you're doing?

Hey.

Find Kate Tobias.

Tell her what happened.
She'll know what to do.

I won't leave you.

You must go.

You're a good man, Edwin.

Ah, it's the witch.
Get her!

Come on.

Witch!

No! Save us!

Please!

Keys!

Get me out of here!

Go.

Thank you.

Good luck.

Please, please, hurry, hurry.

Come on.

Grace! Run!

No. No, don't shoot.

Don't.

Started with your
precious husband.

I'm going to kill everyone
you've ever loved

or cared about until I find
your daughter.

Grace, come on, let's go.

Go. I'm not done yet.

For the love of God.

Where are your gods at now?

No, I know you.

You're a good woman.

Have mercy.

You stole all the mercy
from my heart.

Damn you.

You witch!

May God have mercy on my soul.

Oh, Joseph.

I want to be with you now.

Grace, you have to get up.

You have to live.

Abby's out there,
and she needs you now.

- Abby.
- Get up, my love.

Get up.

Are you hurt?

I'm not.

Who was that?

My husband.

What happened?

I killed him.

I know I'll surely hang.
I'm not ashamed.

There's been enough death
for one night.

Abby!

Why do you have her?
Where's Grace?

Oh, Lord, no.

Are you Kate Tobias?

I was.

Grace sent me to find you.

She said you'd know what to do.

I do.

We have to go.

Go? Go where?

Far from this place.
You coming?