Salem (2014–2017): Season 2, Episode 6 - Ill Met by Moonlight - full transcript

Previously on "Salem"...

Tonight, I shall finish with Isaac.

She'll kill you if she catches you.

This way.

Hathorne came to me today.

He demanded I marry him, and if I refuse,

he's all but promised to have
me examined for witchcraft.

Convince Cotton Mather to marry you.

You must take a piece of
him and leave a piece of you

and offer up something that you love.

A witch dagger to kill,



a moonstone to see,

and a medicine bag to be unseen.

Tell the captain to lift anchor,

and once he has made his
way out of Boston Harbor,

I will send a stiff wind
to speed our way to Salem.

And to Mary Sibley.

But I want to taste her.

Did you never wonder what happened

to the witches of the other old lands...

what happened to them?

Not witch hunters, but her.

I alone will open the
gate for our dark lord.

'Tis my accomplishment
and none of your own.

Your accomplishment is not only my concern,



but my destiny.

In your house,

I have left a token.

Ugh!

Oh!

Get the candle!

The toad is gone.

We are losing him, Mary!

Find the toad!

Come on, come on.

Find the toad!

George, come on. George.

Come on.

Ash the symbol.

Splinter of life, take haste, take hold.

Quicken the breath to awaken the soul.

Splinter of life, take haste, take hold.

Quicken the breath to awaken the soul.

Splinter of life, take haste, take hold.

Quicken the breath to awaken the soul.

Splinter of life, take haste, take hold.

Quicken the breath to awaken the soul.

Splinter of life, take haste, take hold.

Quicken the breath to awaken the soul.

Come on. Come on, George.

Come on, come on. Come on. Come on, George!

- Yes, yes!
- Come on!

Come on, I need you!

Yes, come on, George!

I need you! Come on!

No! No!

I need you. Come on.

Come on, George!

Come on! Come on!

Damn it!

Marburg's spell is too strong.

No! No! He is mine, not hers!

Okay.

You can't leave me, George.

Please don't leave me!

Please! George!

George! George, no!

No! Come back, George!

- Mary!
- I need you, please!

- Mary!
- No!

No! No!

No.

He's lost.

Then all is lost.

You had but one task,

and that is to watch my back.

And yet you allowed a woodland
witch to cross our waters

and slip past you on our ship.

No ordinary woodland witch.

No.

Mary Sibley is, indeed, something more.

All more reason for vigilance.

I promise

I will never let my eyes
stray from her again.

You must admit, stepping foot onto our bow,

settling blaze to our
ship... the minx is brazen.

Come, Mother.

Make peace and celebrate.

The war is won in a single blow.

How like a man to mistake
the battle for a war.

True war is only won
when the enemy is dead.

Even so...

A dead bee may yet sting.

Hmm.

Some will be lulled...

And some will be killed.

But some will have all they wish fulfilled.

Oh.

One dear little bee lost from the hive.

How useful.

Raise your glasses, gentlemen.

The ship I've chartered to the Carolinas

arrives in two days.

To the conquest of new
lands in the days to come,

and tonight, to the tightest
tidbit of twat in all of Salem...

Anne Hale!

Soon to be Anne...
hunh-hunh-hunh... hawthorne!

Young Anne.

As we all set out into
virgin territory, so shall I.

How dare you speak so
of a lady... any lady,

let alone one you claim to love.

Love?

Who said anything about love?

I talk of marriage, sir,

and the property what comes with it.

Property?

Is she but a house or a cask of wine?

Indeed, like all women, she is.

And I will shatter her doors,

uncork her casks,

and drink my fill.

Oh!

I did it...

slew my Little Brown Jenkins,
trod the left hand path,

and spelled a man to force his love.

Did it even work?

Hathorne will kill him any second now.

No, when two dogs fight,

it isn't always the biggest or
most experienced who triumphs,

but the hungriest.

Cotton is hungry like he's
never been hungry before.

Up! Up! Up!

Anne spelled him.

And if Anne's spell inspires
Cotton to finish him,

then all of Hathorne's threats
to Salem and to me vanish.

I could use one less enemy.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Plunge it deep, Cotton.

Aah!

You're no killer.

Do it.

Hyah!

Aaaah!

The town magistrate and a
world-renowned puritan divine.

What a disgrace!

Understand, good people,
that nobody is above the law.

Drag them to the jail.

A night of discomfort and shame
will do them both some good.

Mrs. Sibley...

Don't you have homes to go to?!

So, it's true.

Killers do always return
to the scene of their crime.

Royal flags and colors.

Can you see them?

People of Salem,

I have the high privilege and
distinct honor of presenting

our Countess Palatine Ingrid Von Marburg

and her son, the Baron
Sebastian Von Marburg.

They're lovely.

Oh, Salem...

We have heard of your terrible plight.

And we see now with our own eyes

the neglect that has been shown you.

We took sail as hastily as we could

to show solidarity

and to bring an abundance of supplies.

Such a display of wealth and opulence.

How could we ever repay you?

The look of open affection and gratitude

in your face is repayment enough.

The renowned Mary Sibley.

An honor...

and, even more, a pleasure.

We were so very sorry
to hear about Mr. Sibley.

His ongoing illness must
be a strain on you, my dear,

and indeed, on all of Salem.

Thank you.

But he is quite hardy.

Good.

He won't mind, then,
if I make away with you

to be my guide through
these foreign alleyways,

for I should know my new home
like a bee knows its hive.

Looking into the faces of all
those about to die at your hand,

how does it feel?

I take no pleasure in it.

No, I see that.

Makes me worry about you and for you.

For what is the point of so much work

if it affords no pleasure?

I try to focus on the future...

And what will be gained by their sacrifice.

Oh, my dear.

What do you think that world will be like?

Oh, thank you.

A new breath of freedom... utopia.

Do you even know what that word means?

An ideal world.

It means "no place."

Do not be blinded by the light
of your dreams, Mary Sibley,

for these are not the
last but merely the first

of the sacrifices it will
take to achieve our new world.

There are other cities to
conquer, other empires to fell.

And all the while, we must
wear our mask of respectability.

Then why have you destroyed my mask

and killed George?

To show you who are your
true and only friends,

to eliminate your false confidence,

and to prove that those elders
of yours hiding in the woods

have less hold over you than I.

But have no fear.

Your secret about George is safe with me,

as long as we are allies.

Isn't it exciting?

Either your life is about
to truly start by my side,

or it may be over in an
instant... your choice.

I choose life.

There will be time enough for death.

Besides, I would not want
to be robbed of the chance

to learn from such a wise mentor.

Excellent.

Then your first lesson is simple...

practice the art of losing gracefully.

Now we see

the world-famous fool, Cotton Mather...

Can no more hold his drink
than he can his tongue.

Increase always said you
were an utter failure.

How right he was.

That's why you're not fit to
take a girl like Anne Hale.

You think she would want a murderer?

No, a man.

One who takes what he wants,

rather than pleading for it.

By god, I swear, Mather,

if it weren't for your
beard, you'd be a woman.

What an infinite dribble of nonsense falls

from your flaccid lips!

Puking, grey-coated gnat.

And you?

All bowels and no brains.

Craven scurvied pignut.

Canker blossom!

Bravo.

Rome itself never had two
such distinguished gladiators.

No need for mea culpas.

In my experience,

a little contest of manhood moves the blood

and makes for a virile mind and body.

And may I introduce myself?

I am the magistrate.

Well, my good man,

you seem to have found yourself
on the wrong side of these bars.

Oh, indeed.

Indeed, Countess.

Uh.

Wendell Hathorne.

I... I'm most pleased to
make your acquaintance.

Wendell Hathorne.

The same Wendell Hathorne
whose name is spoken of

in the most respected halls in Boston?

Even in London,

in the court of King
William and his wife, Mary.

I... I do not know that I...

But I will shield the king's court

from your drunken revelry...

And the scandalous rumors

that you intend to uproot
the good people of Salem

and plant them in a less
holy land, the Carolinas,

seeing as the humble man I see before me

cannot be capable of such treason.

I... I am most indebted to you, Countess.

Hello. You are free to go.

I have paid the fines for your
public drunkenness and mayhem.

But Mrs. Sibley...

And I are of one mind.

And as for your excesses, let our motto be,

"moderation in all things...
including moderation."

I still can't quite believe it.

I did it, and it well and truly worked.

Cotton was a new man,
full of a lion's strength.

And for me...

I must admit,

to see a man fight and
bleed for my very honor...

a more thrilling sight I have never known.

Brown Jenkins?

It cannot be.

I... squeezed the very
lifeblood from your body.

And yet, here you are...

Alive...

... again.

Mary Sibley told me,

as a witch, my familiar would find me.

Now I know.

Brown Jenkins is no mouse.

He is my familiar.

And it appears it is not only
cats that have nine lives.

May the lord have mercy on my soul...

if I still have one.

Can't stay here for much longer.

If we leave, she'll find us.

You don't know mercy.

She hates like others
love... beyond all reason.

Then we will go far from here.

We can start in a new
world with new names...

a chance for us to have
something of our own.

I remember Magistrate Hale
talking of the West Indies...

warm waters and soft
beaches everywhere you turn.

No mercy or pox.

Oh, Isaac...

What a sweet dream.

One that we don't have to
wait for sleep to see true.

Dollie, I've got means.

Your money?

I heard them talk about it in the clinic.

Where did you get it?

I earned it.

It's mine.

It's too dangerous to go by daylight.

We'll have to wait until nightfall.

No, save your strength.

You enter that place in your state,

they'll surely put you back in a bed,

and you'll be lying prey for mercy again.

I will go.

No.

Shh.

Now, this is awkward...

you being here with
your ex... and your next.

Leave.

You are even more
beautiful when you're angry.

I knew you would be.

You do not know me.

I do know you, Mary.

After all, I have tasted
you on my mother's lips.

I know, for instance,

that no man who has ever
loved you has ever served you.

Every man in your life
has served but himself.

George Sibley took what he wanted

until you could bear no more

and... and made him but a toad bone man.

John Alden took what he wanted and left,

returning only to take yet again.

No man... not one has ever asked

what it was you wanted, what you needed.

You simply have no idea
what it will feel like

to have a man as resourceful
and determined as me

dedicate himself entirely

to your every need, your every desire.

I am no fool.

I know you do not love me now.

But you will...

Sooner than you think.

Let me begin by ridding you
of your most vexatious problem.

I was quite capable

of dispensing of George in my own manner.

Perhaps.

But I prefer to have George
in my pocket, not yours.

And I promise, his corpulent
carcass will remain hidden...

So long as you behave yourself.

What kind of man woos with blackmail?

It is not the beginning of love

that matters...

it's love's end.

And trust me, I know how our story ends.

It ends like this...

"and they lived happily ever after"...

Madam.

You never hesitated to kill before.

Indeed, you slit my throat
like you were opening a letter.

That's true.

Got no end of blood on my hands.

Yet Mary Sibley,

the very queen of the Essex witches,

stood mere inches from your blade,

and you did nothing.

It wasn't time.

Even you don't believe that.

You just couldn't do it, because
you're still in love with her.

Petrus...

Just leave me be.

Wouldn't be the first nor the last time

a man had to kill the thing he loved.

I know what I have to do.

Then do it.

Shut up.

What are you waiting for?

Time's running out.

You're nearly as dead as I am.

I said, shut up!

Mirror, mirror, on the wall...

... Who is the most betrayed by all?

Who are you?

Call me... your fairy godmother.

Here to grant your wishes.

Leave me be.

I'm no child anymore...

to be beguiled by fairy stories.

And I'm all out of wishes.

Come, we're all children inside,

and we all have wishes.

You, my dear, have two.

You hide in here, and you
wish upon the moon itself

to give Mary Sibley even
half the pain she's given you.

I can help you...

deliver her a thousandfold more pain.

And you wish upon the stars...

To be as unmarked as you once were.

I will give you more.

Such beauty as launched a
thousand ships will be yours.

Why?

What have you to gain
from granting my wishes?

It is no mystery.

I, too, would see Mary Sibley
curled into a ball of pain.

And I have much use...

oh, much loving use...

for a beauty such as will be yours.

I tell you, madam,

after a lifetime of betrayal and torture...

I've not a drop of trust left in me.

I couldn't believe you if I tried.

But I do not ask you to trust.

There, now.

Oh.

Come and see.

I called you here to discuss a dark matter

we must talk about increase.

I shall never cleanse
my hands of his blood.

No, we mustn't let his final madness

be his lasting legacy.

His reputation as the greatest
witch killer of our time

rests upon his past success, does it not?

My father was the very scourge of witches

in the old country...

not only in Old Essex, but also in Germany.

There, he stopped this
tribe of germanic witches,

led by this ancient pagan
siren that he sent back to hell.

He often told me that was
his... Proudest moment.

And your father trained
you through childhood

to follow in his footsteps.

Sent you in his place

to lead the war against
the witches here in Salem.

In this as in so much else,

I have failed... miserably.

No, you did not fail.

It is not over.

Search your memory, Cotton. Think hard.

Surely, your father told you something

about his great victory...

some hint or clue

as to exactly how he sent
this siren back to hell.

Perhaps it will help us
defeat the witches here and now

in Salem.

Would that he had.

I'm afraid all his secrets died with him.

If only we could learn of
your father's sweet victory

from his own lips.

Worth it, sir. Come inside.

It's been hours!

I feared that I'd never
see your face again.

I found your money.

We must leave this place at once.

- What?
- Come on.

What happened? Are you hurt?

I am most lucky to be alive.

No, I am lucky you are alive.

It is the good news I could have hoped for.

But I have better news.

I secured us passage out of Salem by boat.

Truly? How?

A ship leaves tonight.

And though it took
nearly half of your gold,

the captain agreed to let us stow away

in the belly of his ship.

New Providence,

a Bahamian isle, just as you wished...

warmth, exotic peoples, no puritans.

Or witches.

This is the captain

that's going to shepherd us to freedom.

You must hurry. The ship is ready to sail.

Cotton!

The hour is late.

I hope my presence is a
welcome one, even after curfew.

Yes, but what brings you
on such urgent business?

I... I... I was going to return this...

- Oh, thank you.
- ... Um, as an excuse.

But the truth is that I come
for a much greater reason...

a renewed vigor for life...

a life that I want to share

with someone who evokes the vitality

that I have come to
know well in recent days.

Would it not be prudent

to allow such feelings to
settle, to fully blossom,

before, uh, asserting such
declarations so freely?

I have raised fist against another man

out of the robust feelings I have.

I have... I have spent
a night in the dank jail.

I... I fear it is all my fault.

There is no fault to be had.

I've never felt so alive as I do right now.

I mean, why... why delay
saying what I know in my heart?

I must ask

if you have enjoyed an
excess of spirits again.

No.

If I am drunk, it's on a
much rarer spirit... you.

All my waking hours and
all my dreaming nights

are haunted by one face, one voice,

one... scent.

Ah, for all my arsenal of
words, my tongue is tied.

Um, what I am saying is...

... I love you.

I didn't have a name for it.

But now I do...

... love.

Its name is... forever
inseparable from yours.

No, no, no, no. This is too much, too soon.

Um... Sorry. Um.

- No.
- No, no, no.

For now, just know... that I love you.

I shan't rest till you are safe.

And, um, the only safe
place for you is here...

In my heart.

Good night.

Good night.

Dollie...

You're sure you want to say goodbye

to everything that you've known?

There's nothing left here for me but you.

And wherever we go now...

... we go together.

Then nothing can stop us
from leaving this hell.

Ergreift sie!

What?

Oh! Dollie!

Help! Help!

Petrus' eyes showed me all, witch killer.

You will kill no witches tonight.

Come, now.

You have my Dollie.

What are you doing?

Taking away your shame

and giving you back your glory.

Do you not think that this flesh

has seen a lifetime of wounds and scars

and the ravages of time?

And yet, behold...

It retains its youth.

And so, too, will yours.

Whatever torments have marred your flesh...

marred even your soul...

will be washed away.

Mercy, please help me.

She is mine, not yours.

Wait until you see what
I can make her do for you.

No, Mercy, don't listen to her.

Remember me...

who I am?

Who you were?

We've been the best of friends

since were mere babes
just crawling in the grass.

Since we were babes?

I remember differently.

You were too good for me, always,

until you saw my dark gift...

the power to send people to death

with just the point of my finger.

And you took Isaac.

You betrayed me.

No.

Mercy, please.

What are you doing?

Trust me.

Here.

Yes.

Come.

I never thought I'd say these words...

But I need you...

... increase Mather.