Salem (2014–2017): Season 1, Episode 10 - The House of Pain - full transcript

Previously on "Salem"...

Father?

Take her to the cage.

Cotton! Cotton!

Hello, father.

You'll be sold still,
if the whores will have you.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm sorry.

Take her as far
as your steeds will travel.

Tell us, Mercy.
Tell us what you saw.

She held a spider to her neck.



She seemed to feed it.

You.

I hereby arrest you...

On the charge of witchcraft.

Guards.

Your wrath burns like fire.

You look upon me as worthy of nothing.

You are of purer eyes

than to bear to have me in your sight.

I am 10,000 times more
abominable in your eyes

than the most hateful,
venomous serpent is in mine.

My wickedness makes me as heavy as lead,

and if you should let me go, Lord,

I will plunge into the bottomless pit,



and all my righteousness
would have no more influence

to uphold me and keep me out of hell

than a spider's web would
have to stop a falling rock.

Any last words for your father?

May the Devil be as
kind and considerate to you

as you were to me.

I miss Mercy.

Our Mercy is always with us.

Perhaps that's one of her servants now,

watching over us and
weaving its web of destiny.

Mercy...

Mercy...

You cannot hide from me in my own house.

Why did you do it?

How could you?

Come out from there at once.

I did it for you.

For me?

He was coming for me.

If I hadn't done anything,

it would be you in the house of pain.

You should thank me.

Perhaps.

But it was not up to you.

There you are.

I have known Tituba
even longer than you have,

ever since she was a small child.

With all that she has endured in her life,

if there is anyone who
can hold out, it is she.

"If."

Such a small word

with such immense
consequence for all of us.

You must trust her.

She will use the opportunity.

Opportunity?

You call torture an opportunity?

The opportunity to
divert Increase's attention

to where we want it and
away from where we do not.

I don't care.

I can't bear it,

the thought of what he might do to her.

I won't stand for it.

Ha. Do you like it?

"Truth through pain."

I find it a fitting,

almost poetic demonstration
to the good people of Salem

as to what is now expected of them.

Hmm?

Imagine transforming this
house of woebegone pleasure

into a place of repentance.

I understand already they
call it my house of pain.

And you approve?

Oh, yes. Yes, indeed, I do.

Oh, keeping the pains of
hell foremost in one's mind

is the surest... Nay, nay, the...

The only road to prevent
spending eternity there.

And how may I help you this fine day?

You keep someone
here that belongs to me.

Well, I have
very good reason to believe

that she belongs to the Devil himself.

Nonsense.

I've known her since we were girls.

Truth be told, she is not just my servant.

She is also my friend.

Well, I wonder, then,

becoming befriended by... by one's mistress

is perhaps the reason that she went astray.

Hmm.

Perhaps...

Perhaps it is not she,

but... but you who could
most benefit from being here.

I think you forget to
whom you are speaking, father.

Cotton up and about. Good.

No, no. I know this is Mary Sibley,

wife of my friend George,

under whose under tender care

he has mysteriously
withered into an invalid.

I resent your implications, sir.

I imply nothing.
No, I say outright.

At best, I find you to be a
weak and irresponsible woman.

And at worst... well, let us
not even consider the worst.

No, no. I shall take
responsibility for George

and for the slave,
Tituba, for the time being.

Meantime, I suggest you get you home

to Mr. Sibley's house of seven gables.

Cotton, to business.

Ah.

Tongue tearer.

This is for

Snipping the lies from the mouths

of those we question.

Skull crusher.

Breast ripper.

Both of these are,

well, quite aptly, if
somewhat crudely, named.

Father, I once pressed
an innocent man to death.

There must be a better way.

Father, you must know, a tortured prisoner

will confess to anything
to stop the pain...

Anything... true or not!

Yes, that is surely so.

But you... you grossly mistake my faculties

if you think me fool
enough to accept as truth

the first pained pourings
that invariably come

from the tormented lips.

But, sir, it is
a self-evident truth...

I take no
truth to be self-evident,

save perhaps that whatever acts
of horror take place here today

are due entirely to your
laxity during my absence.

Do not let him mislead you.

And abandon all hope

of your deliverance by
him or by any other agent.

Now, what you must do

is meditate...

On these instruments
which you see before you.

You must set your mind

firmly in pursuit of the goals

which you must achieve,

that of your survival and your salvation.

The heretic's fork.

Yes.

To keep you attentive and
alert during the process.

And this...

Well, this you surely recognize...

Thumbscrews.

I believe these to be the simplest,

and yet the most effective method

of revealing the truth.

And so let us begin.

You employ the
very tools of oppression

perfected by the inquisition...

Tools used against good puritans

by those who would call us heretics.

Fire with fire, my boy.

Where is she? Where is Anne?

Your foolish daughter

has done something exceedingly dangerous.

She put my mask on.

Well, bring
her home this instant.

I cannot.

Only one traveler may use it at a time,

and as she has no experience,

she will have no idea how to
use it in order to get back.

The only possible use for it
now is as evidence against me.

But where has she gone?

To the woods.

I shall find her.

You, man
enough to face Indians...

And wolves

or the Devils you pretend to command?

There is no alternative.

Fine one,

for I swear by...

By whatever it is you hold holy,

if our daughter is not asleep
in her own bed this very night,

my tongue will wag until
you are tied to a stake

in the middle of the commons.

Take care, wife.

You shall only implicate yourself.

Then we will
taste each other's ashes.

This is a dream...
Nothing but a waking dream.

The mask.

My father's study.

These woods.

It's all but a dream.

At this moment, I lie
upon my bed in my room...

At home.

Wake up!

Wake up!

It doesn't matter how I got here.

I must get back to Salem.

East.

This way.

What makes you
think she's in the woods?

I-I know my daughter,

how she thinks and how
at times she doesn't.

I-I know you feel that
I have somehow failed

in my duties as... as magistrate

to uphold the natural rights here in Salem

and that you hold whatever
dark suspicions you do about me.

But I ask not for myself.

For Anne.

Let's go.

Thank you.

You can thank me
if we find her... alive.

Save us from hell, father?!

Is that what you're
doing... Saving us from hell?

Well, too late.

Salem is hell, and I am not out of it.

I am the creature you have made.

I cannot be who you will me to be,

yet I lack the will to be anything else.

Like that monstrous birth,

it were better had I never been born.

Though I cannot draw
back the sands of time,

I can break the hourglass.

Goodbye, father.

I will make my home in
hell and await you there.

Weak.

Too weak even to snuff this feeble candle.

Well, you're wonderful.

Quite remarkable.

You've named at least half
the people in the village.

Of course, none of them are witches.

The fact that you offer them
up so eagerly attests to that.

But you made great progress.

We are working our way through the lies.

Very soon, we will come
to that precise moment

when the agony will be so unendurable

that even a-a loyal servant

of the prince of lies can lie no longer.

Ah.

This tool...

It is called the choke pear,

although I have heard it
called the pear of anguish.

It is inserted
into the darker cavities

and then...

Opened up,

with the expectation

that the subject, too, will open up.

Now, tell me the real names.

My father, who art
in Salem, hollow be thy name.

Thy kingdom's done,

your will I shun,

on earth...

As in the hell you'd make of heaven.

The Devil himself come to take me.

Take me, Devil.

I should have lived every hour
on earth as if it were my last.

And now it is.

Out of death comes life.

I see now, Lord, that is your true face.

Oh!

You cannot know what I have done

or who I have served

until you know why.

So...

Then tell me.

Why?

For justice.

I am not a witch.

I am not a puritan.

I am of the Arawak tribe...

Or I once was.

But I close my eyes,

and I can still see the green of my jungle

and the deadly white of
the Englishmen's faces.

I had never seen skin like that,

so white when we see
them walking towards us,

we think they are ghosts.

Slavers.

They slaughtered many of our men,

chained the rest, and have
their way with the women.

I am too young to be of use to them,

but my mother and sisters are not.

And they forced me to watch.

Later, in chains, I look back,

and they're burning the huts of my village,

and I see two red eyes staring
back at me, out of the trees.

And the red eyes speak to me,

"Tituba, you are mine."

Satan speaks to each
of us in our own native tongue.

And now shall we continue?

Someone came through
here quite recently...

Someone who didn't know
where they were going...

And moved radically, as if lost or...

Cotton! What in the hell?

Oh, not Hell, Johnny,

nor Heaven.

Just Earth...

Glorious, glorious Earth.

I fear the Reverend has gone mad.

Cotton, get your
drunk ass down here.

No, sir, I will not.

I can see far more clearly from here.

In fact, I can see everything.

God himself walks among these woods,

trailing clouds of animal glory.

What happened to you?

I took my boots off.

Yeah, so?

So, I felt the earth!

I felt the raw, sacred
earth beneath my naked feet.

I felt the earth breathe.

Go home.

If your great insight is real,

it will be just as real in your chambers

and a whole lot safer.

The forest air and this...

Sturdy tree are my teachers now.

We haven't time for this.

I still have much to learn!

When exactly did you
sell your soul to the Devil?

My body was
bought and sold many times,

but never my soul,

not until I came to Salem.

I am a child in a cage,

given less to eat than
the animals on the ship.

I fear I will never see the sun again.

And then a man comes.

It was he that brought me to Salem,

only to be bought and sold again.

I am sold from hand to
hand, from man to man.

But at least I am no longer in a cage.

And my final owner is not cruel.

The wolcotts give me a bed to sleep in.

Their girl child, Mary,
treats me almost like a sister.

But still at night, I weep for my mother,

and I ride a river of
tears out of my straw bed,

into the dark woods.

The dark woods?

Who do you meet in the dark woods?

The kenaima.

He has come to save me... Save all of us.

He draws to him all who hurt,

all who hide,

all who hate,

all who thirst for justice,

gathers us into the circle
and promises us a leader,

a savior,

one who will crush our
enemies with a mighty fist.

And he keeps his promise.

Girl, I, too, keep my promises.

And I promise you now

I will put your eyes out this instant

if you do not tell me who is in the circle,

who, the names,

who is in the circle of witches.

Tell me.

What fortitude.

Solidarity amongst the rudely oppressed.

Inspiring.

It's... it's all so very touching.

But I tell you, you're duped.

These creatures are not your friends,

nor anyone's friends.

They are the enemies of all mankind.

Tell me, who started this war

between witches and puritans,

the scattered few of them
or the mighty many of you?

By your own admission,

these creatures have sold their very souls

for vengeance to the Devil.

Is this not so?

Were your people never slaves?

Did they never cry out in
the wilderness for justice?

And did your God not hear their
cries and answer with thunder?

Don't you see?

There are no witches,

only poor people like me,

hunted and harried,

tortured and murdered,

and for no reason other
than they are not you!

She was here.
I've got her track again.

No matter what happens,

just stay calm and say nothing.

Kahyonhowanen wensi tekeni ehnita.

Ratkahthos kenraken yakonkwe?

Rankwe karonya.

You are a mystery
within a mystery, Captain.

Walk the woods like a predator,

speak to savages as if
you were one of them.

They saw her, but
they did not touch her.

And you believe them?

I do.

They used a word to describe her.

It can mean a lot of different things,

but it usually just means "crazy."

My daughter is many things, Captain,

but crazy is not one of them.

Well, lucky for
her they thought she was.

They think crazy people
are what we call holy...

Walkers between worlds.

Make any sense to you?

You ask me who began this war.

As one scarred

with 40 years soldiering in it,

I tell you now...

It does not matter...

Only that it end.

And end it will.

You and your kind have no hope.

You will bleed, and you will hurt...

And you will die in a hopeless cause.

Love is not a hopeless cause.

I will not betray the
one true love of my life.

I understand.

Finally I understand it all.

I understand everything.

You poor thing.

Just a little girl,

kidnapped, enslaved, alone,

seeking understanding,

comfort...

Seeking love.

Do you not see?

I do not doubt that you love.

But just for this one moment
here alone with me, be honest,

if not with me, at least with yourself.

Do you really believe that they love you

as much as you love them?

Think, woman.

Think of that, that person.

Picture them in your mind.

You know them so well.

Consider who they are,

not who you wish them to
be, but who they really are,

and ask yourself, were they here,

would they or would they
not offer up your name

to save themselves?

They would betray you in an
instant to save themselves,

and this is the person that you love

and who will never love you the same way.

Is it worth it all, the
horrors you have endured,

and the agonies...

And the ugly, ugly death
you have in front of you?

Is that really what you want,

now that you have now admitted to yourself

who they really are?

Tituba...

Do you know the greatest
pleasure in the world?

It is when the pain stops.

And stop it will.

You have but to tell me a name.

Just whisper it.

Tell me who is the leader

of the witches in Salem.

On my soul, the one you seek...

It could be worse.

It could be raining.

At last, you found your way home.

Anne!

It's all right.

Oh! Oh.

I thought I'd lost you.

Me too.

How?

How?

How did you find me?

Give all credit to Captain Alden

and his preternatural
skills in these woods.

Following the tracks was
easy once I found my way out here.

But what I can't figure is
how you got so far out of Salem

leaving so few tracks and
traces between here and there.

I am a silly thing,
and in a fit of petulance,

I-I ran into these woods

without thinking where I was
going or how late it was...

Until it was too late.

Without leaving
any tracks out of Salem.

It... it rained
briefly while I was...

Wandering.

Perhaps that washed away my tracks,

or perhaps you just didn't find them.

In either case...

Please forgive me

for the trouble I've put you both through.

Thank you.

Well, I'm sure you'd
do the same thing for me

if I ever needed...

Rescuing.

You were correct.

She's a remarkable young woman.

Hmm.

I can understand
why she's not merely your...

Your servant, but your friend, as well.

I've discovered something
quite extraordinary.

I find so much love.

Love?

What I did not understand

was that the chief witch of Salem

is not merely her leader...

But her lover.

She confessed?

Love is a-a
two-faced coin, is it not?

And one face is surely betrayal.

Do you mind?

What?

Oh. Yes, please.

I rarely indulge,

but... I feel the need of a restorative.

Oh, George George.

He's always cultivated the
finest cellar in the colony,

huh?

What was I saying?

Love.

Yes.

You know...

It is true that, and no one will
admit, that love is never equal.

And in its inequality lies its fragility,

for the one who is loved less

will one day find love tastes like ashes.

That is indeed what poor Miss Tituba found.

But she did tell me everything,

and she started with Mercy Lewis.

Mercy?

Mercy Lewis may well have begun

as a victim of malice, but she...

She was made witch by the
very beast that assailed her.

She's not here.

Uh, she went out this afternoon.

She's not returned.

Well, it is no great matter.

After all, where can she run to?

I will have her and her girls

by the time the sun comes up.

Ahh.

When I first returned to Salem,

I was convinced that Satan's true partner

was right in front of me

and all I need do is reach
out my hand to take her.

You can imagine my shock to discover

that Captain John Alden

stands behind all of Salem's horror.

I fear I... need a breath of air.

Will you walk with me, Mary Sibley,

in the evening air...

Where we may have a good vantage point

from which to witness an arrest?

I'm tempted to go back,
see if Cotton's all right.

He could get lost in those woods

and wake up inside the belly of a bear.

There he is!

John Alden...

By order of Increase Mather

and in the name of the selectmen of Salem,

I place you under arrest.

What for this time?

Swearing in public?

Witchcraft.

Disarm him, shackle him.

No!

No! Father, stop them!

Father, please!

Please! You have the power to do something!

Wait. Shh!