Previously on "Salem"...
Aah! Cotton!
What have you done with my son?
When the comet blazes overhead tomorrow night,
little John will be baptized in the river of hell-blood
We do have a son.
And they mean to kill him.
But you will be waiting for them.
And where will you be?
On the bitch's ship,
finding her Achilles' heel.
I saw you with him last night.
Imagine what that would feel like
with a fellow adept.
Think of your boy.
If you ever want to see him again,
leave the good doctor to me.
Will you marry me?
Hathorne, listen to me.
This is much bigger than our rivalry over Anne Hale.
Make sure he's dead by the time you reach Amherst.
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I want to go home.
Soon, child,
all the world shall be your home.
But I want to see my mother.
You will see her once more tonight.
But until then, you must learn what will be expected.
There will be a celebration tonight.
And you will be the most important guest.
And the sky will blaze with the comet.
And incantations will be strung together
like pearls on a necklace.
Now, I do not want you to be afraid.
So you must be prepared for how it is done.
Why? Why must I be baptized?
So that you can be born again.
More powerful than before, with me at your side.
I do not want you.
I want my mother beside me.
Oh, I understand.
I once had someone that I loved dearly, and I lost him.
But he will come again soon.
So soon, I can taste it.
True hearts will always be reunited.
One simply has to wait, even if for centuries.
Mmm!
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What are you doing?!
Unhand me!
I am recalled to Boston, nothing more.
I am not your enemy.
I pose you no threat.
Do not do this.
Say your peace, brother.
Dear lord, forgive me my trespasses.
Protect my Anne from the terrors that await her.
And forgive them, Lord.
They know not what they do.
You were right.
They didn't know what they were doing.
But I do.
But how?
How did you know where to find me?
I told you this before.
I'm not the man I was... for better and for worse.
Well, Hathorne appears to want me dead,
and what is it you want from me?
An exorcism.
An exorcism?
There's a boy.
A boy?
Who?
Look, all you need to know is that without him,
the entire witches' plan falls to nothing,
but if we don't get the devil out of him...
We're done... all of us.
And you have this boy?
No.
But I'm working on it.
You yourself told me
that you killed a man just because he knew your name.
So, why don't you just...
kill the boy?
An exorcism is a very dangerous rite to perform,
and we might not make it out alive.
Did you ever believe that saving someone...
Was the only thing that mattered?
That saving them was...
the one and only hope you had?
I need you, Cotton.
If it must be done.
There is one thing I need to do first.
You came.
Not for you.
I know.
But at least it means you are here to save our son.
Are you sure the boy is really yours, let alone mine?
I'm sure.
And when you look into his eyes, you will be, too.
Well, Cotton's on board.
So, what's the play?
I've come from the docks.
The countess has our son on board.
But for all her power and knowledge,
she does not know you even exist.
To keep living century after century,
she carries with her the first body she inhabited.
Find it, destroy it,
and the bitch can be run through with a dull blade.
That, I can do.
If I still had one.
Whoever gave you these knew what they were doing.
It will protect you.
Yeah, if it doesn't kill me.
The Marburgs are not like the other witches you've killed.
You will need every advantage you can have.
And you?
I must wait until tonight...
when they take our son to the woods to baptize him.
The ship will be unguarded, but I won't have much time.
They will be expecting me to join them, so...
I must do something that I've never tried before.
A trick I saw Marburg herself do.
It will take every ounce of my strength to maintain.
And if they see through your trick?
They will slaughter him.
But I wager that she holds her own life above all other things.
It's where she and I differ.
There is one other thing I wish for,
though I know I'll never get it.
Your forgiveness.
We've both done things...
no one can forgive.
Nor either of us forget.
Once you've got our son, get him someplace safe.
If I survive, I'll find you.
Come along, my dear.
Yes, Mother.
Your enemies are not here.
Only your friends
and your neighbors.
True, we feel abandoned.
Lord knows where our good Doctor Wainwright has gone.
The Reverend Lewis, too, is nowhere to be found.
And it appears we have depended on the wrong people to lead us.
The Sibleys have led us to the very precipice of apocalypse.
In our time of...
And where is our Mary?
You were to keep an eye on her.
I know it is your way to find me at fault
in every matter, Mother.
But perhaps you misjudged her.
Or perhaps, her love for her son is simply stronger than yours.
Far from being her strength,
it is her fatal weakness.
And I have loved you in ways
no woman ever has.
Let us not be divided.
Not now that we are so close to the goal.
Your goal, you mean.
I've begun to wonder whether my turn will ever come.
Was not the star in the east
once a sign of true redemption for all humanity?
And perhaps this glorious comet from our lord...
Promises hope.
Salem...
The new Jerusalem.
Let us rise, and let us pray.
Our Father, which art in heaven...
Hallowed by thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
thou will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day...
I thought you'd abandoned us and yourself.
As you suggested...
like the other Mary,
I accept that my son must be sacrificed for a higher end.
Excellent.
You know, I saw her once.
Mousy little thing.
I don't know why their lord chose her.
Nor why ours picked me.
... Forever and forever.
Amen.
And as you go about your day...
Peace be with you.
Their lord may forgive,
but I don't.
Be on the road with us tonight,
or I will delight in destroying what you hold most dear,
and then I will find you and keep you alive long enough
for you to see me take my first bite...
out of your heart.
My heart?
You're welcome to it.
But I think it might be a little bitter for your taste.
Would you like me to describe
your lover's final moment?
He was like an excited schoolboy
until his face sank beneath the hell-blood.
I find jealousy makes a man ugly.
Perhaps.
But it is the natural tribute men pay to those they desire.
Your tribute means as little to me as your desire.
A woman can tell when a man is already dedicated to another.
In your unusual case, your mother.
Really?
Well, you must know I did it for you.
For me?
Killed my friend, my ally?
He was a deadly distraction
as you walk a very narrow path
over a most dangerous precipice.
Do not pretend that sending his living soul
into the jaws of hell was an act of chivalry.
You only care because your mother needs me.
No!
You will see.
Trust me.
Trust you?
No, you have already broken promises to me.
You as much as said you would help my boy
if I let you take Wainwright.
Do nothing foolish,
and you will be reunited with your boy in good time.
Miss Hale.
If I might impose.
You seem incapable of not.
Can't it wait?
I am afraid it cannot.
It concerns Cotton Mather.
I expected to see him in meeting.
Where is he?
Ah.
That is a question beyond human answer.
What are you saying, sir?
There is no gentle way to say this.
He has been killed.
His coach was attacked by Indians.
I felt it my duty to inform you and to comfort you.
He was just here.
I still see his face before me.
But you do understand,
these are troubling times
and you, all alone.
Life must go on.
I... I accept that you chose Mather over me,
and if he were still alive,
I wouldn't dream of pursuing you.
But seeing as he is not,
I know you will do the wise thing.
The very thing I'm sure he would want you to do.
And what exactly would I want her to do?
Cotton!
He said you were dead!
And who would know that
but the person who paid for my execution?
Absurd!
You have no proof of such a wild accusation!
Two of your men now lay dead in the woods,
and I'm sure when the facts
are laid before the elders in Boston,
my crime of returning to Salem will pale in comparison to yours
in attempting my murder.
Would you like to stand beside me and compare stories?
Shh. Shh, shh, shh.
I am alive.
But it may not be for long.
Tonight, I must fight
the greatest battle I have ever known.
And there is a chance I will not be on this earth tomorrow.
Well, then you mustn't go.
I will not allow it.
I cannot lose you, Cotton. You are all I have.
Which is why we must wed.
Now.
So, please...
My dear Anne...
Take your vows with me today under the eyes of God.
I'm honored to be here.
Salem is mightily enriched by your presence,
as I am by your guidance.
Now, what was this urgent and confidential information
I was told you had?
I do believe
some things are purely private matters.
Mother has convinced me that in times like these,
even the most personal of matters must be public.
I, Anne Hale, take thee...
Cotton Mather,
to be my wedded husband...
Till death us do part.
And I...
Cotton Mather...
Take thee...
Anne Hale...
To be my wedded wife...
Till death...
Do us part.
I have written a last will and testament.
It states the fact that you are my wife and sole heir.
If you love me, don't go.
Because I love you, I must.
Please, Cotton, tell me.
Where are you going?
If I told you, it would endanger you, as well.
Cotton!
Please come back to me.
I will certainly try.
Mrs. Mather.
Strange...
You seem different.
I believe much has happened to you since we last met.
I'm married.
Congratulations.
Your spell worked.
Perhaps.
But it is not, I think, stronger than death.
Little is.
Why so philosophical on your wedding day?
I fear Cotton is engaging in something dangerous tonight.
I'm quite certain he is.
Then you know what it is?
All too well,
which is why my errand with you now.
If you are to ever see your husband again,
you must heed me.
Do you ever speak anything but threats?
I promise you, my dear,
it is not my threat but the countess' you must fear.
Tonight, I will engage her in a kind of battle.
Of wills, if nothing else.
And after I do, Cotton's battle will be just beginning.
I don't understand.
He told me nothing, and you speak in riddles.
Then I shall speak plainly.
The countess herself told me
that she would kill Cotton before all other puritans.
You do not know this witch as I do.
You cannot... you must not trust her.
But instead, I should trust you?
I do not ask you to trust me.
Trust no one.
Only yourself.
And your father's voice if you have heard it.
And I believe you have.
Your father's book of shadows was taken from my library.
Did you think I would not know it was you who took it?
I shouldn't have stolen it,
but the countess told me that...
You foolish girl!
No, I didn't. I swear I kept it.
But I knew you would be angry.
No.
No, I am proud.
You were always stronger than I cared to see.
And now that he has visited you, doubly so.
How did you know?
I sensed it the moment I saw you.
He came last night?
I have been telling myself it was not the devil
but only a nightmare.
He must appear to each of us.
It is the prerequisite for all the power he grants.
I know. I know.
His is a rough magic, indeed.
But he proves that what does not kill us, makes us stronger.
Like it or not, you are in this war.
And you are now an even more powerful soldier in it.
I will fight no war for you.
Nor for her.
When the time comes, you may not have a choice
if you want your Cotton to live.
You're hurting me!
Just walk.
Help us! Please help!
Please save us!
Please, please help us!
Friend?
Go.
- Go. - Thank you!
Go.
Mary!
Oh, Isaac?
Have you not suffered enough?
The innocent soul
always at the heart of hell let loose on earth.
How could the countess torture you so?
It was not her alone.
Mercy is alive.
The poor souls you freed?
It was Mercy who lured them.
She serves the countess.
They share the blood.
Listen to me, Isaac, and this time, do as I tell you.
Escape this place.
Once upon a time, I believed all you said.
I was sure no matter what you did,
deep down you were still the Mary I knew.
I'm sorry if I am no longer so certain.
Please, Isaac,
I haven't time to prove my intentions to you.
But I beg you, go and don't look back.
I will not leaving Dollie.
She's somewhere on this vessel.
She must be.
Because no one leaves here alive.
Where are we going?
It's time to meet your mother
for your baptism.
Will I have to be under the water as before?
I don't like water.
Then you have nothing to fear.
For it's not water.
Mother!
Shh!
So good of you to join us on this holy walk.
As you can tell, your son is as overjoyed as I am to see you.
Won't you lead the way?
Mother!
Body without life, eyes without sight,
whisper to this flame, your place this night.
Where did she go?
Mother!
I see I underestimated you.
I'm glad that you learned something from me,
but it's all too little, too late, I'm afraid.
It is over.
I want my son.
You would not dare harm my relict.
You know what I would do to him and to you.
Unh!
Do not do anything hasty
that you will spend eternity regretting, Mary.
For he is already lost.
I feel the presence of my love inside him.
Nothing is lost if he yet lives.
Fire runs through my veins like blood,
and I will burn it before you even have time to blink.
You began this vital rite, Mary.
You alone unleashed a plague to devour hundreds of your kin!
Not kin.
Puritan hypocrites who branded my friend, drove away my love,
and forced me to give up the only joy I had left!
We all make sacrifices, Mary,
and in these courageous acts, legends are born.
No.
I wanted freedom. For all.
I may have been willing to sacrifice too many
to achieve it,
but you just want a world of slaves.
Do you not yet understand?
Men long for the freedom of their chains.
To them, slavery is freedom!
You are no better than the ones I sought to destroy.
You've not lived nearly long enough
to judge me or the forces that drive me.
Come, now.
Do not pretend that you are after
anything other than your own infinite desires.
Were you there
to hear the screams of thousands of children
sliced apart by crusaders?
Have you smelled the human flesh
searing to the red-hot irons of the inquisition?
I consecrate this land
on behalf of the millions I watched suffer!
And their temples destroyed,
their people slaughtered!
You began this rite to end all of this.
How can you turn your back on us now?
I wanted it... passionately.
But I hadn't tasted passion
until I became a mother.
Tread carefully.
Now give me what's mine.
Slice as deeply as you must,
for it will not be quick enough to stop my hand
from igniting your mother's rotting carcass.
I am fully prepared to die tonight,
and I will drag you with me.
Step away from her, Sebastian.
Now release my boy.
You place my relict on the ground carefully.
Unh!
Go, John! Ride on! Save him!
Who are you?
I'm John.
Your father.
Isaac?
Yes, my love.
Yes, it's your Isaac.
And I've come to take you away from this place.
Shh, shh, shh.
We shall still...
We shall still see the sun.
No, Dollie.
No, Dollie!
You're alive!
You're still alive!
Dollie!
I'm gonna take us to our freedom now, Dollie!
You're alive!
How long do you intend to sit there and leer at me?
Days on end if I were so lucky.
But we only have two until the comet passes over.
And when the comet passes without my son,
how long do you think your mother will suffer me to live?
We have two days to try again,
and then she promised me you will be mine.
Well, I'm not hers to give.
Besides, what man... what real man...
allows his mother to choose his mate?
She didn't choose you.
I did.
Really?
And do you think she spares one thought for your happiness?
I see what you're trying to do.
Cleave me from my mother.
"Cleave."
Such an odd word.
You know, it can mean quite opposite things.
A man may cleave a log in two
or a man may cleave to his wife forever.
It's up to you which one it will mean.
But you must know you cannot have us both.
I myself believe in having cake and eating it.
Your man shall fail you as all of them have.
My mother always gets what she wants, as shall I.
Hmm, and do you really think
you're enough man to have me?
You and my mother may not think so,
but I will prove you both wrong when the time comes.
But first...
Mrs. Sibley, come with us.
It seems you have guests.
What is the meaning of this?!
Come on.
Release me!
Unhand me!
Mary Sibley, you are under arrest.
On what grounds?!
I demand you let me...
On the crimes of adultery and fornication.
What attestation could you possibly have
for such an absurd claim?
The accounts of a most trusted pair of eyes.
The noble baron Sebastian Marburg.
Who will testify that he saw you entertaining Dr. Wainwright
in your marital bed.
Get off me!
Get off of me!
Let me go!
I knew that man in the forest.
I tasted him on Mary's lips.
Alden.
John Alden.
I will find a way to get to him,
but first, I would know everything about him.
Where has he been and with whom?
Mary Sibley is locked away and bound.
You follow instructions extremely well,
Mr. Hathorne.
I am your humble servant.
Humility is such an overrated virtue.
And there is no dishonor in being a servant
if one serves the right master.
Or... Mistress.
Would you like that,
to truly serve a mistress such as I?
I can think of no greater pleasure.
The quality one most seeks in a servant is loyalty.
One cannot serve two masters, nor two mistresses.
Uh, madame, I... I have been your servant alone
since I first saw you outside the jail.
And the worst kind of servant is one who lies.
Oh, madame, I... I swear I...
Oh, do not swear.
I shall have to take your tongue.
I know that you tried to eliminate your rival, Mather,
and that you tried to take little Anne Hale this very day.
Oh a momentary lapse in judgment.
Had I known that I would have the opportunity
of serving you this very evening, um...
Oh, don't explain.
Show me.
Better.
I ask only to be allowed...
To worship at your feet.
Oh, that's a very good place to start.
Depending on how well you worship,
we will see how far you may ascend.
Did you come by way of London?
It is slow journey in the dark.
Hardly thought it prudent
to attract unwanted attention with a lantern.
Why, it's the boy Mary Sibley took in.
I see nothing wrong with him, no...
No overt signs of possession.
All I know is what I've been told
by someone who has nothing to gain
and everything to lose by lying.
The boy seems fine.
Exorcism is not something to toy with.
What if I hurt him? What if he's innocent?
He is, but what's in him is far from it.
Save the boy before we lose him completely.
Are you sure you want to take this risk?
If there is something inside of him,
we are much more likely to agitate and enrage it
than destroy it.
Some things are better left unawakened.
It's too late for that.
My God...
Before the dawn comes,
we shall play cat's cradle with your entrails.
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