Salem (2014–2017): Season 2, Episode 13 - The Witching Hour - full transcript

Mary refuses to believe that her son is still alive while the Countess does everything she can to impress the boy. Ann tries to convince Cotton that she uses her powers for good and Alden balances between life and death.

Previously on "Salem"...

I've come from the docks.

The countess has our son on board.

Why must I be baptized?

So that you can be born again.

More powerful than before,
with me at your side.

And what is it you want from me?

There's a boy.

If we don't get the devil
out of him, we're done.

Go, John! Save him!

I really must have the boy.



Or else what?

I will kill Cotton Mather.

Where'd you take the boy?

He's with Anne.

Anne Hale is a witch.

Why are you saying this utter nonsense?!

See with my own eyes.

You made the wise decision,

dearest daughter.

Your battle is over.

No!

Ah, birth.

Such terrible hard work.

We're all born howling and then must rest.



But what dark dreams of our new world

flicker behind those perfect lids?

Shall I give you a glimpse?

For 2,000 years, they have tried and failed

to build the kingdom of God here on earth.

Now it is our turn.

Under our dark lord's dominion,

Salem will prosper and grow,
becoming a mighty nation.

And it all begins here,
with this little boy.

I had a dream, too, once.

A dream of a new birth of freedom.

But my sleep produced only a monster.

A monster is but a God

seen through fearful eyes.

Wisdom comes with acceptance, my dear.

I do accept.

Oh, I accept that I have played my role

in this tragedy all too well.

Now I'm done.

Hardly.

Very little has been asked of you thus far.

You should be honored to serve your son.

I saw my son die in the crags...

Watched as you drowned him.

That... that cannot be my son.

Your son was but an empty jar of Clay,

worthless until filled.

One day you will thank
me for forcing your hand.

When he wakes, Mary, you
will feel differently.

The world is a much darker place

now that your light has grown
as dim as the rest of ours.

Oh, pay her no mind.

In your place, she'd
have done the same thing.

Have patience.

A mother's love will win
out over her resistance.

I'm dreaming.

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I can't.

My son.

Mary.

John.

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You are alive.

Where is he?

What have you done with the boy?

Are you sure you want to know?

A kind woman once told me that
the problem with knowing things

- is you can never unknow them.
- Yes.

I must know everything.

I traded his life for yours.

Now I see why I already burn in hell.

You're not in hell, Cotton.

You're here with me in Salem.

Is this not hell's new capital?!

So...

You are a witch.

I am.

And I suppose Mary Sibley made you one.

Hardly...

Though she offered a few
signposts along the way.

It was my father.

And my mother... the Countess Marburg.

The countess?

Your mother?

Yes.

But, Cotton...

I'm still your Anne,
the woman who loves you.

Oh.

No.

Witches are the very embodiment of evil.

Cotton...

I thought you were the
very embodiment of good.

So why can't I use my power for good?

To make the world a better, fairer place?

Because such powers come
from the devil himself.

No.

Just give me a chance, husband...

To show you what I can do.

I've only ever used my
power to protect myself...

And you.

I saved us that night in the woods

when the militia stopped our carriage.

They would have raped me and
killed you, killed both of us,

but I stopped them.

Surely that was not an evil act.

A man died that night.

I thought it divine judgment.

It was not God's judgment...

... but mine.

Then it was murder.

It was him or us.

Cotton, where are you going?

- To the magistrate.
- What?

I must tell him about the
countess and the others...

... and that you killed that man.

Cotton...

I can't let you do that.

Goodbye, Anne.

He's awake now.

What is it to me?

That is up to you.

What did you call it?

Your love for your son?

Unconditional?

Then come.

Prove it.

Lie back, and I'll tell you a story.

Now, once, in ancient Harraby,
there was a little prince.

The oldest wife was his favorite

because she was the most
beautiful and the most clever.

M... m... mother!

Mother.

Mother, I've missed you.

When I finally met my father,

he was all the things you said he was.

If only it could be the
three of us... a family.

That was...

All I ever wanted.

I need you...

your songs...

Your stories...

Your kisses.

I've never forgotten the sight

of you lying on the damp forest ground...

... mouth agape in pain,
legs strained wide in birth,

and your eyes as black as the
endless night where I dwelled.

And I knew, at last, you were the one.

I remember that night, too.

Thank you for reminding
me that you are not my son.

You are his tomb.

Mother!

My love, forget about her.

Well, she has done her duty.

You have no further need of her.

She has nothing to offer you.

A true God wants true love.

Now, who will give me that?

I will.

I do.

My whole long life, I
have loved no one else.

That is very good of you, madam.

But it is her love I must have.

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No, I can't do that.

I said I would die in Salem.

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Where have you been?

Your place is here.

Until he has acknowledged you,
you must await his blessing.

Come to me, girl.

Me?

Yes, of course you.

On your knees.

Lower your eyes.

You brought me to the countess.

And that is good.

But you took me away from my true mother,

and how can that go unpunished?

Behold the hands.

Without a word, they may threaten, plead,

beckon, command...

Or simply point.

You used this finger well...

pointed to all who would die for me.

You even bit the tip off yourself,

and the countess made it whole again.

Shh.

This time, take care
not to heal it entirely,

lest the lesson be forgotten.

Out.

You.

I know everything about you...

every lie you ever told...

Every subtle way you've
turned one against another.

Look at me.

My good mother would
never bear to see you live.

Oh, please, my lord.

And with that kiss, I
give you back your freedom.

Use it to go as far from
Salem as you're able.

Now.

Thank you, my lord.

You promised me.

Promised you what, child?

To be my mother, to make me one of you,

that I might marry Sebastian
and become a princess.

Your wishful mind

promised you all those things.

I promised you to return the
beauty with which you were born

and to make Mary Sibley
feel your pain and beyond.

It's not enough.

But what was Anne Hale doing in there?

That spoiled, stupid Anne Hale.

Anne Hale is my true and precious daughter.

She is a real Marburg.

Since when?

What has she ever done for you?!

I... I have fetched those
children for your bath.

As a good servant must.

I am nobody's slave.

Oh, that was an awful mistake.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to. It was a mistake.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

I'm so sorry.

It's too late. Too late.

See, trust is a very fragile thing.

Trust is so easily broken
and so impossible to rebuild.

It's as fragile as flesh and bone.

No. No.

No, no, no, no. Please!

I'm so sorry!

I really am! No, please!

Now get out!

And if you are so powerful, heal yourself!

If I see your ungrateful face again,

I will peel it like an apple.

And what shall we do first?

How shall we conquer and rule?

I truly love all you do for me.

But...

... you know, I really must
have my mother beside me.

Today my mother, but tomorrow my queen.

She, and she alone,
must one day be my bride.

Hm.

But...

There can be only one royal marriage...

One true consummation.

You know it, and you must make it be.

You understand?

Yes.

Then go.

See to her.

Why are you praying to God?

He is blind and deaf...

A senile watchmaker who
long ago forgot about

the creatures of mud he
formed with his bored breath.

A prayer doesn't have to
be heard to be answered.

Sometimes all that matters is the asking.

No.

The living miracle of your son

is the only answer to any prayer.

Now come.

He wants you.

No.

A mother knows her son.

And he will know you.

You do not understand.

You have never understood.

The holy marriage of heaven and earth

is wasted on an ignorant
and ungrateful peasant girl!

You want him.

I do not.

Be my guest.

He's all yours.

If only.

But no.

You were his father's whore,
and now you will be his.

Come along.

He doesn't want you?

All your lives longing
for one who only wants me.

How that must hurt.

Shut up.

I will.

I'll shut us both up...

... in our meeting house...

Every part of it built of
the tallest, oldest trees

that once stood right here.

Even here, you are in the woods.

My woods.

Increase Mather was right.

My fate is to burn for my sins,

and I'm ready to start right now...

For the pleasure of smelling
you burning beside me.

Stop it this instant, or I'll...

What?

You have nothing left to threaten me with.

My son is gone, my love dead,
my own life worthless to me.

You're all out of threats.

Go on, mighty water witch.

Bring the rain.

You can't, can you?

You haven't the heart, haven't the tears.

I wager that you've never
cried once in all your lives.

But you'll wish you had tears
now, if only to quench the burn.

No matter what happens to this body,

you know I will survive to live again.

But how long will that resurrection take?

And what of all your plans?

Do you remember how it felt
the last time you burned?

Well, little sister...

... welcome to the family.

How long have you known about me?

Always.

Mother never ceased to tell
me about her special one.

Please, please get back.

I believe the grown-ups are fighting.

Aren't you gonna do something?

I rather think that's up to you.

Bitch!

I will kill you.

I will kill you.

Die!

No!

Let me die!

Let me die.

I cannot, for the same
reason you could not let me.

There is no easy way out, Mary...

... for any of us.

♪ hush, little
baby, don't say a word ♪

♪ mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird ♪

♪ if that mockingbird doesn't sing ♪

♪ mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring ♪

Don't cry.

Mama's here.

Maybe your little angel's cold.

Wrap her in this warm blanket.

It will soothe your baby's cries.

Come.

It's all right.

Come. Come.

Quiet, you.

- No!
- Quiet!

Quit your struggle, wretch.

You have nothing to live for.

I need your blood more than you do.

- I deserve it.
- No!

You will not take her blood.

Get behind me, child.

You leave this monster to me.

You have no right to stop me.

I'm only taking what I've
been promised, what I deserve.

You deserve?

What does she deserve?

What did my Dollie deserve?

Shall I tell you about Dollie?

About how she wept and
pleaded when I drained her?

About how she looked as her heart blood

rained down on my scorched flesh?

You killed her?

She was my Dollie doll,

to do with as I pleased.

My dear Isaac.

Isaac.

Isaac.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it.

That ain't Dollie.

There will be no more
of your foul magic here!

Who says so?

I do.

This is my watch now.

Your watch, is it?

Well, good luck to Salem, then...

protected by sir Isaac the idiot.

I still have friends in this town.

I told them one night I'd call for them.

Give me back the girl.

Yes, run!

There's plenty of other wretches for me.

I won't be forgotten. I'm still here.

A true queen.

And I will rule.

I will rule, if only in their nightmares.

I will...

I will rule.

You have tried everything else.

Why not try surrendering?

Yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

For me to just give in.

No.

Trust me, I learned long ago

to surrender while yet holding firm inside.

Keep going.

Sometimes, you just keep going.

Now collect yourself.

I will take you to him.

All is well.

Given time, she will accept
the way things are now.

I'm very nearly impressed.

But I have another thought now.

I can see my mistake clearly.

He should never even have seen her.

We should have been rid
of her before he awoke.

All will be right when she is gone.

- Gone?
- Gone.

And let this be an end to it.

Mother...

Mary Sibley is finished.

She must not be allowed
to see another sunrise.

And you must take care of it for me.

Take her out to the woods and kill her.

You go too far.

If the boy finds out we killed
his mother, he will destroy us.

He will not know.

Just do your part!

As you wish.

And bring me her blood.

I should have bathed in it long ago,

but we will rectify that mistake.

And once she is gone...

He will see that I'm the one.

It's almost painful.

Despite everything I know about you...

I can't help loving you.

And so, I've decided.

We will find a way.

You must come away with me.

I don't think I can.

Are you afraid of them?

Afraid that they might murder me?

I don't care.

At least then you would be free.

She would have nothing to hold over you.

What if I don't want to?

Don't want to?

You have no idea what it is like, Cotton,

to be filled with ideas, with dreams,

with visions of how things should be,

and yet be utterly powerless
to do anything about them.

That is what it is to be a woman.

I don't understand.

Of course you don't.

You are a man.

But I am no mere woman.

I am a witch, and I can make a difference.

But, uh, didn't you hear what I said?

I... I love you.

If only you had loved me
when I really needed you to,

I might not have had to pledge myself.

I might not have had to quicken
your love with my first spell.

A spell?

That is what you did to me.

You have robbed us both
with your witchery...

Forfeited the one and only
human freedom, to love...

To have truly chosen to love!

And for nothing...

Because I did love you.

I have loved you since
almost the first we met.

I just needed a little time.

I didn't have time!

You don't understand.

You will someday.

I had no choice...

not then...

And not now.

What are you doing?

I have to protect you.

Don't fight it, Cotton.

It will only hurt more.

So, this is the fate you
urged me to surrender to?

Thank you.

I am ready to die.

I really don't mind.

But I do.

That should do.

Now Mother will taste your blood,

bathe in it, and think it is done.

But you still have just
enough left if you are careful.

Now, for as strong as you are,
you will soon replenish it.

You are free, my love.

I chose to release you here for a reason.

Just there.

See that blood?

It is not yours, but Captain John Alden's.

He fled this way.

You can see by the track of blood.

Now follow it, and you will find him...

most likely dead, but I
know it is him you want.

Why are you doing this?

I, too, am capable of unconditional love.

So go... without conditions.

Someday, when you have buried your past

and I have buried mine,
we may yet meet again.

John.

John, it's me, your Mary.

Let blood to love flow
and quicken love's light.

My love's life let grow
as my soul takes flight.

Have you found my mother?

I hardly know the words to tell you.

I wanted to be sure first.

What is it?

She's gone.

Gone?

She was not strong enough.

Perhaps your sheer radiance, your power...

The awesome privilege and responsibility

of being your consort was
too much for the poor thing.

She threw herself from a high place,

and the river carried her away.

Oh.

Pour your sorrow on my bosom.

I am here for you...

Always.

How dare you try to kill my bride.

No, lord.

Not I.

I... I love you!

Sebastian.

Sebastian.

Help me.

Help...

Someday, perhaps...

But not today.

Good night, Mother.

Mary?

Oh.

Mary?

No.

Mary.

I love you.

Please don't go.

I love you.

Please.