"(DISTANT HAMMERING)" "(WOMAN SCREAMING)" "MINISTER: "...things I heard, as it were," ""the voice of much people in heaven, saying," ""Hallelujah." ""Salvation and glory and power is to our God." ""For true and just are his judgments," ""who hath judged the great harlot which corrupted..." ""...with her fornication," ""and hath revenged the blood of his servants, at her hands." ""Come, gather yourselves together to the great supper of God." ""That you may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of tribunes," ""and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses," ""and of them that sit on them," ""and the flesh of all freemen and bondmen," ""and of little and of great." ""And I saw the beast, and the kings of the earth," ""and their armies gathered together to make war with him" ""that sat upon the horse..."" "Bring on some water!" ""And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet," ""who wrought signs before him," ""wherewith he seduced them who received the character of the beast," ""and who adored his image." ""These two were cast alive into the pool of fire, burning with brimstone." ""And the rest were slain by the sword" ""of him that sitteth upon the horse..." ""...and all the birds were filled with their flesh."" "MALENARRATOR:" "Theyearis 1645." "Englandisin thegrip ofbloodycivilwar ." "Ontheoneside standtheRoyalistparty ofKingCharles, ontheother,Cromwell's Parliamentaryparty, theRoundheads." "Thestructure oflawandorder hascollapsed." "Localmagistratesindulge theirindividualwhims, justiceandinjustice aredispensed inmoreor less equalquantities andwithoutopposition, anatmospherein which theunscrupulousrevel andthelikes ofMatthewHopkins takefulladvantage ofthesituation." "Ina time wherethesuperstitions ofcountryfolk arestillapowerfulfactor," "Hopkinspreysuponthem, torturingandkilling ina supposeddrive toeliminatewitchcraft fromthecountry anddoingso  withthefullblessing ofwhatlawthereis." "However,hisinfluence isconfinedlargely totheeasternsector ofthecountry," "EastAnglia, whichisheldfirmly inCromwell'sgrasp, butnotso firmlythat theRoundheadcavalrypatrols haveeverything theirownway, fortherestillexists anever-presentthreat fromtheremnantsof theRoyalistarmies," "desperatelyforaging forfood, horsesandsupplies." "Stop that, Richard." "What?" "What you're thinking." "What am I thinking?" "Ungodly thoughts of your Sara, that's my guess." "Thoughts of Sara, yes." "Ungodly?" "Depends on how you look at it." "And you, a supporter of Cromwell..." "Hold your talking, you two." "Yes, sir." "Of course, sir." "We'll be stopping in a few minutes to give the horses a rest." "You can gabble all you want then." "15 minutes and we'll be on our way again." "(SCREAMS)" "Get down." "Royalist snipers." "Probably only a few of them after food and horses." "We'll flush the bastards out in no time." "Marshall, you stop behind to keep an eye on the nags." "The rest of you follow me and keep spread out." "SOLDIER:" "Captain, look!" "There's one!" "CAPTAIN:" "I see him!" "Follow!" "(GUN FIRES)" "(MAN SCREAMING)" "CAPTAIN:" "Harcourt, this way." "(MAN SCREAMING)" "Robert?" "Captain?" "Captain Gordon, is that you?" "We're here, trooper Marshall." "It's quite all right." "Getting a bit nervous, were you, lad?" "Aye, just a bit, sir." "Well, no need to worry." "We got them all, I reckon..." "Not quite all." "One of them got away, sir, though I put my sword in him first." "We'd better move on out of this wood, then." "If he has got away, he could still be dangerous." "Swallow, bury Brace's body as soon as you can." "Look out, sir!" "(SCREAMS)" "Thank you, trooper Marshall." "He was trying to kill you, sir." "I gather that, trooper." "It was a lucky shot, sir." "Yes." "Nevertheless, it could have ended my career for good." "Right, we move out." "Swallow, join us as soon as you've finished your business here." "Harcourt, give him a hand to remove the bodies." "Yes, sir." "ROBERT:" "So, you granted young Richard here leave, did you, Captain?" "I did." "Aye, two days." "Then you'll be away to see your girl, I suppose." "And how will she greet you?" "Just promoted cornet for killing King's men." "She knows my reasons for fighting and it's only while the trouble lasts." "(ROBERT CHUCKLING) What are you laughing at?" "Leave him be, Robert." "Can't you see he's in love?" "Aye, I'm not ashamed of it, either." "A toast, lads, to the lovely women of Suffolk." "And may they keep their beds warm for General Cromwell's gallant men." "(SOLDIERS LAUGHING)" "Come on, boy." "Nearly home." "Well!" "Master Marshall, welcome." "I trust you're well, sir." "My body is as strong as ever, but the war continues?" "Aye, we still fight." "And why..." "Well, my company's recruiting." "I have two days' leave." "Then you must eat with us this evening." "I thank you, sir." "We still have good food for all you soldiers take it from us." "And ale." "Come, we shall drink together." "After your experience, it is likely our village has grown a little smaller for you, eh, Richard?" "Not so much smaller as lacking in promise, perhaps." "In Ipswich or Cambridge, a man might find better opportunities." "Richard, if you took Sara to wife..." "You mean, you'd give us your blessing?" "You would take her away from here?" "You honor me, sir, but I only have a small farm that belonged to my father and my soldier's pay, which is..." "I am little concerned with your ill kept lands." "And still less for the silver you get for killing good Christians." "Well, forgive me." "That was unjust." "But there is trouble coming to this village and I want Sara far away before it arrives." "Surely Suffolk should be free from the King's armies." "It's not only the King's armies which bring death this year." "A lack of order in the land encourages strange ideas." "You mean more rebellion?" "I'm sorry, you have worries enough already." "But give me your word that you will soon take Sara away from here and you shall ask her consent tonight." "You have my word on that, sir." "Good, Richard." "Good." "That's right, my dear." "Master Richard Marshall." "Farm boy into soldier." "Welcome back, Master Marshall." "I'm glad to be back, Mistress Sara." "By the way, Sara, I expect the meal at the usual time." "(CHUCKLING) Yes, Uncle." "Your uncle has agreed to our marriage." "Richard." "(RICHARD LAUGHING)" "Oh, the army has taught you rough manners." "Sara, why is he frightened?" "There have been threats to us since you were last here." "Threats?" "Why?" "We've been called papists and idolaters, and filth chalked up on the walls." "They say we're King's creatures and should be pilloried and worse." "Who says these things?" "We've become outcasts in our own village." "Rest easy." "Now, no one shall harm you." "I put my oath to that." "Have you arranged a day for the wedding, Richard?" "No, sir." "Much depends on how the armies move." "Remember, it must be soon." "But how certain are your fears of this danger?" "Perhaps just an old man's bad dream, and being an old man, I must early to my bed." "Good night, my dear." "Good night, Uncle." "Oh, and Sara, remember to see the doors are well bolted." "Yes, Uncle." "And Richard, don't keep Mistress Sara up too late." "Country women need full eight hours in their beds if they're to be proper wives and mothers." "Goodnight, Cornet." "Goodnight, sir." "And will you make a proper wife and mother, Sara?" "I still have much to learn, Richard." "I'll teach you." "Now, didn't your uncle just say you must early to bed?" "He did." "And isn't he a wise man?" "He is." "Right." "How much further, Matthew?" "You will not call me Matthew." "I'm not one of your drinking cronies, carousing and wenching in the taverns." "Aye, you're not that, sir." "Remember, John Stearne, you ride with me only because you help me in my work." "Oh, you call it work?" "It's the Lord's work, a noble thing..." "And a profitable one." "The Good Lord paying in silver for every hanging." "That is blasphemy, Stearne." "Hold your tongue." "I'm merely an honest man who helps you get your confessions." "The law has prescribed due methods of interrogation." "And I have been blessed with the skills to carry them out." "Oh, stop your gabbling." "We have work to do in Brandeston." "Who is it this time?" "The message tells of a priest." "A priest?" "One who gives worship to Satan and calls him Lord." "Oh, with the priest himself a witch, there'll be others corrupted, too, I'm thinking." "You enjoy torture, don't you, Stearne?" "And you, sir?" "Goodbye, sir." "LOWES:" "God be with you, Richard." "Goodbye, Richard." "Goodbye, Sara." "I'll see you again soon." "(BELL CHIMING)" "Given up ale for star-gazing, Tom Salter?" "Not star-gazing, Master Marshall." "Waiting." "What for?" "Matthew Hopkins, a lawyer." "Must be important, that you wait after dark." "It is, that." "Aye." "Well, if I see a lawyer on the road, I'll tell him you're here." "How far is it to Brandeston, friend?" "About three miles." "Thank you." "Are you the lawyer?" "Aye." "Name of Hopkins?" "Aye, Matthew Hopkins." "And this is my assistant, John Stearne." "Why do you want to know, soldier?" "There's some men from the village back there, waiting for you." "Aye, they sent for us." "What would a lawyer want in Brandeston?" "A man who may not be what he seems to be." "Come Stearne." "John Lowes is his name." "An evil man." "A papist." "Yeah, burning candles and all." "That is no proof of witchcraft in itself." "Dressed himself in devil's garments, he did." "And made unholy signs." "Yeah, he did." "I saw him." "I will find out the truth for you." "Have no fear, friends." "(KNOCKING ON DOOR)" "Yes?" "John Lowes?" "So, it has come to this." "You accuse me, a priest, of working with the Devil." "We can only judge by the evidence." "And there's a lot of that, old man." "I reject your accusations totally." "He's going to give us trouble." "A simple confession, priest, that's all we ask." "Help us." "We've got a lot of work to do in Brandeston." "Leave my house, the pair of you." "I told you he was going to be difficult." "I reject your foul suggestions!" "Leave here at once!" "All you reject is the true God!" "Take him, Stearne." "Look for the Devil's marks upon him." "Right." "Help us, you two." "(MUMBLING IN LATIN)" "Look, he still prays to Satan." "Get on with your task." "If the Devil made you a priest, he's going to have hidden his mark with a lot of care." "(SCREAMING)" "To what purpose is this?" "When the Devil buys a soul, he marks the person's flesh, so we will know him." "If such a mark is pricked, no blood will flow, nor pain be felt." "(SCREAMING)" "Mistress Sara?" "Mistress Sara?" "They've come for him." "(BOTH CHATTERING)" "Seems Satan has hidden his mark well, Matthew." "Set him to running." "Quick, then, you two, around the table." "And keep him moving." "You would be his niece." "Your name, child?" "Sara." "I am Matthew Hopkins, Witchfinder." "Being his niece, you, too, may be corrupted by Satan." "No, not his niece." "A foundling, taken in by him and his housekeeper." "Are you telling me the truth, child?" "Yes, yes, of course." "When she died, I became his servant." "And you've remained innocent all of these years?" "Yes, sir, entirely." "I trust you know the old man?" "Better than anyone." "In private talk, we may shed some light on his innocence." "Private?" "Yes, away from the distraction of the crowd." "Perhaps in the quiet of your room tonight, you might be able to help me prove him guiltless." "Would you release him now?" "You might be convinced tonight that this is all needless." "And you will make every effort to present the facts to me?" "You may come to my room tonight, sir." "At what hour?" "At 8:00, if you'll release him now." "All right." "He can sleep in the jail, and we'll be rid of him." "SALTER:" "Come on!" "Get up, you papist bastard!" "Has he confessed yet?" "Not a word." "Well, then stop this." "But he hasn't confessed." "Take him to the jail." "We'll continue the interrogation tomorrow." "LOWES:" "Jail..." "You heard what he said." "Quiet down, you animal." "(WOMAN GIGGLING)" "You know what, Marston?" "There were these couple of right filthy girls, filthy they were!" "Horrible to behold, horrible!" "Witches?" "Yes, both of them." "We hanged them, Matthew and me." "Matthew." "You know Matthew, he's my partner." "Did it take you long to get a confession out of them, John?" "Well, a couple of days with one of them, the other one..." "Do you want more ale, sir?" "SALTER:" "Go on, then?" "Come on." "What about the other one?" "Tell us about her." "STEARNE:" "Oh, yeah, the other one." "Now, she was a real strange one, she was." "Loved us for it, like she wanted to get strung up." "Reckon that was the only bit of excitement she ever had." "Well, go on, then, Mr. Stearne." "Go on." "(GIRL SCREAMING)" "HOPKINS:" "Sara, I've come to question you." "You came here for a purpose, sir." "I came here to get your evidence about the priest." "He's been kind to me." "Perhaps he had a motive." "Men sometimes have strange motives for the things they do." "I know." "My motive in coming here was to find the truth." "How about the priest, Master Hopkins?" "We'll have done with him in a day or two." "Have no fear, child." "He's been good to me in his way." "He is an idolater." "He must confess and die." "Stearne will see to that." "Oh, no, please!" "Don't let him be harmed, please!" "You seek to protect a witch from rightful justice?" "Oh, no, not that, but couldn't he be kept in a cell?" "He could do no harm from a prison cell." "Oh, please!" "But justice must be done, my dear." "Grant me this." "Please, Matthew." "HOPKINS:" "Past noon, you unkempt lout." "Get up!" "Get away!" "(WOMAN WHIMPERING)" "I need air." "(STEARNE RETCHING)" "Where's the priest?" "Where you put him, in the jail." "We'll get him out and start questioning him, then, eh?" "No." "What?" "He stays where he is." "But we have no confession at all." "I said we'll leave him in the cell." "All right, then." "All right." "What about the women?" "When are we going to start interrogating them?" "I hear tell they've a good few witches around this place." "When you're in fit condition." "I'm fighting-fit as it is." "Oh, and where were you last night, Matthew?" "I hear tell you've been a-wandering." "You hear tell too much, man." "(WOMAN CRYING)" "You, there, old man." "Master Hopkins, the Witchfinder, he says you're to be kept here, interrogated no further." "Where are you off to, John?" "I'm going for a walk." "By myself." "(DOG BARKING)" "(WOMAN SCREAMING)" "STEARNE:" "Tell me!" "Tell me!" "Tell me!" "Tell me that!" "Come on!" "Tell me!" "Confess, witch!" "Tell us your foul iniquities!" "No!" "Your familiars, woman." "Confess!" "(STEARNE LAUGHING)" "Stop." "For God's sake, stop." "Quiet, old man, and be thankful you're not getting the same." "(STEARNE YELLING AT WOMAN)" "(WOMAN SCREAMING)" "How many of them?" "A dog?" "A ferret?" "Come on, tell them!" "John." "The Witchfinder, he's coming." "(WOMAN SCREAMING)" "I trust you are using the prescribed methods, Stearne?" "Naturally." "Has she confessed?" "Well, give me time." "She's only been here an hour." "Continue with the interrogation." "I shall be gone for a while." "You're always going off somewhere, sir, aren't you?" "What do you mean?" "Nothing." "I've been called over the hill to the next village." "I shall be back by tomorrow." "You will remain in charge here." "Carry on your work while you're away, aye, sir?" "Indeed." "And the priest?" "I said to leave him be." "(WOMAN CRYING)" "(SLAPPING)" "(WOMAN SCREAMING)" "What do you want?" "You." "Where's Master Hopkins?" "Gone." "Gone?" "Where?" "Just gone." "He's left me in charge." "(SCREAMING) No!" "No!" "No!" "And don't think I don't know why the old priest is being spared, eh?" "(STEARNE GRUNTING)" "(SARA SCREAMING)" "(DOG BARKING)" "Stearne, the priest." "I've changed my mind." "STEARNE:" "Confess!" "Confess." "He confessed." "You heard him." "I've heard nothing yet, Master Hopkins." "Refresh Master Salter's memory, Stearne." "You heard him." "You did, too." "Yes, Master Hopkins." "Witnesses." "(MOANING)" "SALTER:" "Get up, you blasted witch!" "Get up!" "Come on!" "(SOBBING)" "(MAN YELLING)" "(PEOPLE YELLING AND SCREAMING)" "You are, all of you, confessed idolaters." "However, these proceedings shall be carried out through due process of law." "What law demands, we shall satisfy." "You will each be tied in a prescribed fashion, and cast into the moat." "Should you then sink, we will know that your confessions are false." "If on the other hand you are seen to swim or float, then your confessions of witchcraft are proven beyond a doubt in the sight of God." "And you will be withdrawn from the water and hanged by the neck until you are dead." "You can't hang me." "The law forbids it!" "I'm with child." "And who would want to make you pregnant, witch?" "(CROWD LAUGHING)" "Quiet." "Stearne, go on with your task." "(WOMAN CRYING)" "WOMAN:" "Oh, God, help me!" "(WOMAN SCREAMING)" "WOMAN:" "No!" "No!" "No!" "LOWE:" "Help me..." "Hey, look!" "One of them is gone already." "They swim." "The mark of Satan is upon them." "STEARNE:" "Give us a hand here!" "Come on!" "They must hang." "She was innocent." "God forgive you, Matthew Hopkins." "Jailer, take them to the tree." "The money from the magistrate, nine guineas in silver." "Good." "Now we can leave." "Good morning, soldier." "Good morning." "What'll you be after in the way of horses, then, aye?" "A dozen or so for General Cromwell's armies up north." "Well, lost a few, have you?" "Aye, at Cheriton Wood." "That's a pretty sorry looking bunch of old nags you got in there, friend." "The best we could find." "Then they'll have to do." "A dozen you say, eh?" "Aye." "We'll be back in Suffolk soon where, thank God, they still breed strong horses." "Oh, I doubt you'll find much better there." "I'm just back from those parts." "The mounts up there are much like these." "Have you been through Brandeston at all, man?" "Brandeston?" "Aye." "And a fine commotion they're stirring up there." "What, over you taking their horses?" "No, nothing like that." "A mass hanging." "Who?" "Witches, I heard." "Two women and a priest." "Where was the priest from, man?" "Brandeston, I suppose." "A brave old boy for all his white hairs." "Was he a friend of yours?" "Two troopers, Gifford and Harcourt, will be here directly." "Have them take these horses here back to the regiment and report that I'm delayed." "I'll join them further north." "Do you understand?" "Yes, but where will you be going to?" "Anything else?" "(URGING HORSE)" "Sara!" "Sara?" "Sara!" "Sara." "Sara!" "Sara!" "Sara!" "They took him and killed him." "They said he was an idolater." "I know, I heard." "Sara..." "One of them, the Witchfinder, he..." "He..." "I didn't want to..." "I thought I could save him." "I thought they'd have pity." "We kneel before thee, oh, Lord, in humility to ask for a blessing on our union." "We ask for forgiveness of our sins and strength to lead righteous lives as man and wife." "We pray also for the soul of thy servant, John Lowes." "May he know eternal peace." "And it is in thy sight, oh, Lord, that I hereby swear" "I shall not rest from the pursuit of his murderers till they stand before thee, ready to answer to thee for their sins." "Take this money and whatever you need from the rectory and go to Lavenham." "You'll be safer there." "I will, Richard." "Find lodgings and stay there." "I'll come to you." "I love you very much." "Oh, Richard!" "(SOOTHING HORSE)" "(SHEEP BLEATING)" "Shepherd, I seek two men." "Witchfinders, they call themselves." "They were said to be headed this way." "Matthew Hopkins and his assistant?" "Aye." "I've heard they're in Hoxne, about four miles yonder, but I can't be sure." "Thank you, Shepherd." "SHEPHERD:" "Get out!" "(URGING HORSE)" "Oh, come on, Johnny, give us a kiss." "Oh, get away from me." "Stop it, you dirty rascal!" "Stop it!" "STEARNE:" "Here, I'll bet you two pennies." "Ale, soldier?" "Aye, to wash the dust from my throat." "Another one for you?" "Aye, get a move on with it." "She's got a powerful thirst still." "Landlord, I'm looking for a man called Hopkins." "I heard he was coming this way." "Matthew Hopkins?" "Would you know where he is, friend?" "Aye, he's gone to Cambridge today." "But you got an accusation to make," "I'll get your confession for you." "I do the pricking, you know, not Matthew." "I'm your man, friend." "John Stearne, they call me." "(SCREAMING)" "I'm husband to Sara Lowes." "(WOMAN SCREAMING)" "(BOTH GRUNTING)" "You all right, friend?" "Yeah." "You better get out of here." "Yeah, I'm going, don't worry." "As for you, soldier, you are coming down to see the magistrate." "Am I?" "Not with you." "(URGING HORSE)" "Quick, Matthew!" "For God's sake, Stearne, what have you done?" "Who was that?" "Richard Marshall." "Who?" "He's married to the girl, Sara." "How did he find you?" "He was looking for you." "He found out about Brandeston." "We're going to have to separate." "I won't run from him." "We have work to do down south in Lavenham." "Not me." "He's after our blood." "Seems to me he's already had some of yours." "Well, he's not going to have any more, you understand?" "You're forgetting our powers." "He could be a witch." "He's a man who's out to kill both of us." "Then it appears to me that we should take steps to see to his death first." "Come." "We travel to Lavenham." "I full well understand your feelings, Cornet, but you're an officer of the army, a soldier, and desertion is punishable by death." "However, in this case, there are two factors which will stay me from subjecting you to a full court-martial." "One, we are grouped here at Naseby in preparation for a major assault on the Royalist armies." "We need every man we can get." "And you're a pretty good soldier, most of the time." "Thank you, sir." "Secondly, I would sleep ill if I had to send to the gallows a man who had saved my life." "But, Cornet, remember this." "If you should leave your command again," "I will have no alternative but to throw the whole weight of military law against you." "Understand?" "Yes, sir." "Dismissed, Cornet." "And may God help you in your search, Cornet Marshall." "Robert, hello." "Richard, you're back." "Aye." "What happened with the Captain?" "Nothing." "I heard about Brandeston, Richard." "Hopkins and Stearne." "I'll find them somewhere." "But what can you do?" "What proof have you that they committed any crime?" "I've got Sara's word on it." "Is that enough for the magistrates?" "There'll be no magistrates involved." "What do you mean?" "We'll talk more later, Richard." "We must be on our way." "We're after horses for this skirmish that's coming up." "All right." "Hup." "Come on." "Hup." "Parliament men, comrades of friend Marshall." "There's some good ones coming now, look." "Hey!" "Let's make a run for it, shall we, while we can." "Be calm." "Yeah, but if they find out who we are, they'll..." "They won't." "Come on." "That's a fine horse you've got there, friend." "ROBERT:" "The army needs mounts of such caliber." "I am not selling." "But you will get your money when the war's over." "You don't appear to understand." "I am not selling." "Oh, but you are selling, friend." "And we'll take that one, there, too." "So you filthy soldiers can butcher my mare?" "Sergeant, he thinks we're filthy soldiers." "Do you hear?" "Aye, I heard." "You can't go saying things like that, friend." "What he needs is a little army discipline." "I hear you need more pikemen in your platoon, Sergeant." "You'll pay for this!" "(HORSE WHINNYING)" "Good horse you had, there." "Cost a pretty penny, I reckon." "We robbed the canteen mint." "A right jester, he is." "Yeah, well, a day's fighting in Cromwell's army will soon cure your wit, my lad." "I am not doing any fighting, neither for the King or your precious Cromwell, either." "You mark that well, soldier." "Yeah, you coward." "Just like your friend." "Matthew Hopkins is no friend of mine." "Hopkins?" "The fancy boy who just made a fool of your cavalry, comrade." "You rode with him." "I had reasons." "He pays you?" "We were partners." "In what business?" "Extermination." "Eh?" "And what does that mean?" "(SCREAMS)" "(GUN FIRES)" "(PANTING)" "(SCREAMS)" "(SCREAMS)" "(STEARNE SCREAMING)" "Now," "Matthew Hopkins, sir." "Adequate, very adequate." "We did our best, sir." "Lavenham has served me well, Master Webb." "Now I must find out how I can serve you." "They're all women, sir." "Strange, isn't it, how much iniquity the Lord vested in the female?" "Pardon, sir?" "Who makes the accusations?" "Myself, sir." "I'm representing the town." "How many?" "Three, sir." "And what age?" "Well, two are young, sir, Elizabeth Clark and Mary Reynolds." "The other's worn and old." "Fetch the young pair here to me." "What of the other hag?" "Well, the old ones are more sensible." "It's the young ones who are stubborn." "They require time." "Oh, I see." "Sir?" "Yes, man?" "Your assistant, sir." "We were told he, too, would be coming to Lavenham." "He's engaged elsewhere." "He's fighting for the Parliamentary cause." "Oh." "He will be joining you here, sir?" "I really can't say." "You can manage without him?" "Of course." "I apologize..." "No." "Not only can I manage without him, but I intend to instigate a new method of execution, and you, Master Webb, you shall aid me in carrying it out." "What's that, sir?" "You'll see." "It's a fitting end for the foul ungodliness in womankind." "Yes, sir." "Now, fetch that young pair here." "Sir." "An excellent meal, gentlemen." "There is little I find so satisfying as good food after a well-earned victory." "Wouldn't you agree?" "Entirely, General." "The conflict at Naseby, sir, will go down as a triumph of your strategy." "Perhaps." "I would rather that it went down as a triumph for the forces of true godliness." "Nevertheless, your name will symbolize the victory, sir." "Whether I like it or not, eh, Captain?" "That cornet you so highly recommended to me, is he to join us?" "He's coming now, General Cromwell." "Good." "Amongst the most pleasurable aspects of victory, gentlemen, is the opportunity it affords to reward valor." "It ranks almost with good food." "Cornet Marshall, sir." "Mmm." "All right." "Rest, Cornet." "Your captain has told me about you." "He says you're a good soldier." "Thank you, sir." "He recommends that I promote you to captain." "I thank you, sir." "I have a special mission for you, Captain." "Take three men and ride back into East Anglia." "The King has escaped us and is rumoredto be making for the Norfolk coast." "If that is the case, find and apprehend him before he can escape to the continent." "It's an honor, sir." "Pick your men." "Start at once." "If you find the King, you will escort him then to Norwich." "If not, join us in the west." "Good luck, Captain." "Shall we rest up for the night, Richard?" "We've got a job to do." "We'll go on till we've done it." "Do you mean looking for the King?" "Or finding Hopkins and Stearne?" "Both." "Richard, you can't go off and desert again." "I don't plan to desert!" "But supposing you do find out where they are?" "Then I shall take temporary leave again." "For God's sake, Richard, I know how you feel, but to risk court-martial to kill Parliament's own appointees, you'll be hanged yourself." "Robert!" "I've taken an oath." "I won't break it!" "It's madness!" "It's justice!" "It's my justice." "HORSE SELLER:" "And what about one of them, sir?" "You won't find better horseflesh in the whole of Suffolk." "So, how much you going to try to drag out of me if I take that one?" "He's yours for a couple of guineas, sir." "A guinea." "A guinea and a half for getting me out of bed at this hour of the morning." "One guinea." "And a quarter?" "I'll quarter you." "You drive a hard bargain, sir." "Yeah." "And where would you be heading that you need a horse in such a hurry?" "To find my partner." "Your partner, eh?" "And what line of business might you be in?" "God's business, witch-finding." "Witch-finding." "Oh, that's nice." "That's very nice." "You wouldn't make it a guinea and a quarter, would you?" "Do you know a man called Matthew Hopkins?" "You know where he is?" "I heard tell of such a man down south." "Lavenham, I believe." "What's he doing in Lavenham?" "Extracting confessions, I don't doubt." "You let me have that four-legged cripple now!" "This happened three days ago." "Why didn't you report it to the militia then?" "How should we know it was the King himself?" "A stranger, obviously a townsman, tries to hire a boat to cross to France and you suspect nothing?" "When the country's torn by civil war?" "I didn't know there was a war on till you gentlemen told me so." "Oh, come on, Richard." "We'd better go back." "Aye, I suppose so." "I want to pass through Lavenham and see how Sara is." "Lavenham?" "Aye, how far is it from here?" "About two days ride, I reckon." "They got more excitement over there than any of your city folk's wars." "What do you mean?" "They're burning witches there, I hear." "Some such rigmarole." "They're in Lavenham!" "(RICHARD URGING HORSE)" "Oy!" "Richard!" "(SCREAMING)" "Elizabeth!" "Elizabeth!" "Oh, God!" "All is ready, Master Hopkins?" "Aye." "Proceed with the executions, then." "Bring forth Elizabeth Clark." "(WOMAN SCREAMING) Right." "Siegel, fetch the rope." "MAN 1:" "Get the rope." "MAN 2:" "Oh, come on, you little bitch!" "No!" "Help!" "No!" "(SCREAMING)" "No!" "Lower away." "Slowly, now." "Keep her slow." "Elizabeth!" "Master Hopkins, there are two more to be burned." "Yes, Magistrate." "Master Webb, the others!" "Here you are, 12 guineas in silver." "To be spent in the service of our Lord, Magistrate." "We must thank you for your good work, Master Witchfinder." "Thank you, Magistrate, for your aid." "Witchfinder!" "Greetings, Stearne." "Is that all you've got to say after leaving me there with Cromwell's men?" "Well, I provided us both with the opportunity to escape." "Only you did and I was captured." "Fortunes of war, Stearne." "You know me well enough to know that I wouldn't hesitate to fire and kill you." "Aye, you would that." "I hold all human life dearly, Stearne, especially my own." "Oh, come now." "You've escaped and all is well." "Maybe." "I even saved your share of the pay even though I did all of the work myself." "Now, are you going to be sensible or do I kill you?" "By the way, do you know what they call me now?" "What?" "Witchfinder General." "There are those who think that I should be appointed such for all of England, appointed by Parliament." "Here!" "Look." "Sara." "She's here." "Very nice, eh, Matthew?" "No, you fool." "Don't you realize that if she's here, that trooper must be around, too?" "But he's away fighting." "Suppose he got leave after Naseby." "Where do you think he'd go?" "To see her, of course." "We better move along then, eh?" "No." "That man, Marshall, is not going to give up." "He's proved that to us already." "Then we have to get him before he gets us, right?" "We have the power to do it, legally." "Prove him a witch, huh?" "Exactly." "He'd never confess, not that one." "On his own, no." "But if we had him and the girl?" "Yeah, she's the niece of a man we executed for witchcraft." "And Marshall is her husband." "I owe that jumped-up plowboy a seeing-to." "Go out and ask around." "Find out if he's been seen." "If not, we'll tarry here a while until he does arrive." "(KNOCK ON DOOR)" "Who is it?" "RICHARD:" "Sara, open the door." "It's me." "Richard?" "They were here, Hopkins and Stearne." "I didn't know what to do." "I saw them in the street." "I didn't know if they saw me or not." "I know." "I know." "Well, I'll be in the tavern with the others, then." "He's here, Matthew!" "Just arrived." "Where's he gone?" "To see the girl." "Alone?" "Yeah." "The three others are in the tavern." "Go and get us an extra man to help." "Where are we going to take them, Matthew?" "Up to the castle." "The magistrate here is very helpful." "That's where you interrogated the others, is it?" "Yes." "Now, hurry to it, man." "What are you going to do?" "You say Hopkins arrived two days ago." "Yes, and then he was with the other one in the street today." "And they haven't left yet?" "I'm not sure." "I've been too scared to leave." "HOPKINS:" "Come on!" "Open up in there!" "(KNOCKING ON DOOR)" "Drop that sword, soldier." "This man accuses you, Sara Lowes, and you, Richard Marshall, of consorting with the Devil." "Is that not so, Master Webb?" "It is that, sir." "Will you describe your evidence to us?" "I observed the accused talking with their familiars and making the signs of Satan, sir." "And what were these familiars to which you refer?" "Black cat and a stoat, sir." "You're a very observing citizen, Master Webb." "Well, Sara, do you confess?" "And what do you have to say, soldier?" "I'm going to kill you, Hopkins." "I don't think you'll find that easy." "The law is with me, remember?" "And what are you?" "An accused witch." "They must be submitted to the test." "Take them, Stearne." "Hopkins!" "(SCREAMING)" "HOPKINS:" "A Royalist sympathizer, evidently." "But what are we going to do with him?" "Leave him." "I'll inform the magistrate later." "We have more important work to do." "Come on." "Get moving." "Orders from the magistrate." "Suspected witches." "Yes, sir." "Sorry, sir." "I heard them." "ROBERT:" "Where are they taking them?" "To the castle to test them." "Test them?" "They're accused of witchcraft." "Harcourt, you come with me." "Yes, sir." "Shall I look after him, sir?" "Yes, try and find him a physician." "I've heard much of how Hopkins conducts his interrogations." "Come on, Harcourt." "(COUGHS)" "All right, Stearne." "(SARA AND RICHARD SCREAMING)" "(SARA WHIMPERING)" "(SCREAMING)" "SARA:" "No!" "Well, Captain Marshall, do you now confess?" "Keep at it, Stearne." "You're doing God's work." "(SARA SCREAMING)" "Put her over here." "And you, Master Webb, help him." "Master Hopkins and his assistants, are they here, man?" "That they are, sir." "Well, let us pass, then." "You're here to help the Witchfinder?" "We're here to find him, yes." "Have you a signed pass?" "Sara, I'm going to place this iron on your back." "Should you faint or cry out, we can only take it that Satan has intervened to spare you your agony." "However, I could show mercy if..." "If Captain Marshall were to confess to witchcraft first." "But will you do it, sir?" "I shall kill you." "So, you have no proper authorization, then." "What do you mean?" "From the magistrate." "Authorization." "Not here with us, no." "Well, we'll go back and get one then." "All right." "Then I'll let you pass." "Master Webb, go and see what is the matter." "Yes, Master Hopkins." "What do we do, Matthew?" "We shall carry on with God's work as before, man." "And fetch Captain Marshall over here." "He shall kneel before his wife and watch her suffer." "But Matthew..." "Go do it, man!" "(SCREAMS)" "Oh, God!" "You took him away from me." "You took him from me." "You took him from me." "You took him from me!" "(YELLING) You took him from me!" "(SOBBING)" "May God have mercy on us all." "(SCREAMING HYSTERICALLY)"