Salem (2014) s03e09 Episode Script

1 Previously on "Salem" Mother! - I am not your mother.
- (screaming) COTTON: This sacrifice was orchestrated by Mary Sibley.
Mama? MOTHER: (crying) Help me.
Something's happened to her.
Beyond that door lies hell itself.
GLORIANA: (screams) Let us create a new life for you.
SEBASTIAN: Mary Sibley must pay.
COUNTESS MARBURG: We will be finished with the problem called Mary Sibley.
First bring me the rest of her blood.
SENTINEL: Be very careful.
The instrument is filled with Red Mercury.
You must forge a dagger with that in it and kill him with the dagger.
(groans) Soon, Little Master, soon.
Almost done.
Then all that remains is to open the door and let your spirit return to this body.
By the work of my fingers, the work of my bone.
Come, Samael, hurry home.
Heed my calling, let her hear your voice.
The door will be opened, leave her no choice.
(crashing) BOY: Mother! Mother! Can you hear me? Please.
Please come to me, Mother! Please come to me, Mother.
I need you.
Please.
Come now.
Come! Open the door for me, Mother.
So cold here.
Please! (panting) Yes, lovely Mother.
That's it.
Just do it.
Foolish woman.
You cannot stop the tides with a sword, let alone a mere knife.
The door will open.
Over my dead body.
("Cupid Carries A Gun" plays) Pound me the witch drums Witch drums Pound me the witch drums Pound me the witch drums The witch drums Better pray for hell Not hallelujah It would be so easy.
An end to all pain.
COUNTESS MARBURG: Open your eyes to the truth.
Mary doesn't love you.
Stop tormenting me, Mother! You and your sister made the same mistake.
Inferior creatures mix their blood to strain out impurities.
But Marburg blood is already purer than pure.
Precisely because we never dilute it.
I don't understand.
No.
But you will learn.
The only heart your heart truly needs is the heart of a Marburg.
Tell me what I must do, Mother.
First, give me more of Mary's blood.
Mrs.
Hathorne.
(laughs) Mr.
Lewis.
(gasps lightly) Incorrigible.
(snoring) Shh, shh, shh, shh.
(snoring continues) (chuckles, sighs) Before you go, Reverend, you're a happily married man.
What is your parting advice to us as we begin this journey of marriage? COTTON: Marriage? Mm.
Marriage is a door that opens on to both heaven and hell.
And it may be that the greatest happiness is found by lingering on the threshold for as long as possible.
I think you most fortunate in your wife.
Such a resourceful woman.
Willing to do most anything to ensure the success of her marriage.
She has indeed done the one thing most critical to our marriage ensured that it bore fruit.
And for that, I am grateful.
Mmm.
We can't let you go without due pay for your ministerial duties.
No, that is not necessary.
I think there might be one bird in particular to your liking.
She usually lingers in the furthest chaise downstairs.
No, thank you.
I have sworn off such No harm in gazing, is there? Even if it is only to give you something to think about next time you're with your lovely wife.
After all, it doesn't matter where you gain your appetite, as long as you dine at home.
(laughs, smooches) (both laughing) (clears throat) The, uh, friend who arrived with me have you seen him? Kept asking for oranges.
Took leave long ago.
Thank you.
(woman laughs) (breathes deeply) Gloriana.
Good evening, sir.
Or is it morning? I never know.
"Sir"? After all we've been to each other, have we come to that? I'm sorry.
Oughtn't I call you "sir"? Or is it I'm new.
I'm still learning.
Time was I would've delighted in such games you pretending to be the novice.
But we've so little time.
Please come.
- I'm sorry, sir, but do I know you? - (door closes, latch clicks) (scoffs) Know me? What a question! There do you know me now? I I don't know what to say.
Oh, no? Then I'll help you.
Did I do it wrong? I'm so (sighs) Please don't tell Mercy.
I-I'm so confused.
I just I'm sure I'll get the feel for it soon.
I think I'm supposed to charge for a kiss.
But I can't even remember how much.
How much do you think kisses cost? Depends on whom you kiss.
Some are priceless and yet cost nothing.
Others are a curse and you pay for a lifetime.
Sir, please I'm sorry.
I don't mean to confuse you.
I love you.
I never stopped loving you.
Please, remember me remember us! I'm sorry, but I I cannot be the girl that you think me to be.
I'm sure as confused as I feel, I could never forget a fine gentleman such as yourself.
Okay, all right you don't remember me.
Fine.
Um What do you remember? How did you come to be here? I remember nothing before a nice woman put me in Mercy's keeping.
What woman? Hair redder than mine.
In a nice house on the common with real china and the softest voice.
An angel she was.
I've learned that there is more than one kind of angel.
Gloriana, believe me, whether you remember or not, we have loved each other.
We have known each other.
And I will help you.
I do feel as if I have seen you, perhaps in a dream.
Though dreams, of course, are nonsense.
No, dreams are not nonsense.
Sometimes they even come true.
(coins rattle) Take this.
Hide it.
Do not show Mercy or the others.
They will take it from you.
Surely a kiss from me doesn't cost nearly this much.
No, not enough.
I will return for you.
I promise.
Tomorrow.
If there is a tomorrow, I will be here.
(chuckles) Perhaps you and I are meant for each other.
You seem to have lost your tomorrow, and I all my yesterdays.
Seeing you has given me the strength to fight for all of our tomorrows.
And I must also pay your angel a visit.
Thank her for all that she's done for you.
(indistinct talking, sheep bleating) COTTON: John? John.
Oh, thank God! (groans) Where is he? Sent back to hell mumbling of oranges.
(chuckles, coughs) I I I knew I had to kill him.
But to tell you the truth, in the end I I almost felt bad.
Like I had slaughtered some great beast whose like we shall never see again.
I felt like Judas himself leading him to you.
(breathing heavily) The knife.
Wait.
This He said whoever set me up with the knife (thud) Ohh.
Only an angel knows how to kill an angel.
But Tituba told you.
You think Tituba in league with the devil? (groans) He had no reason to lie.
And the Red Mercury is still set to destroy Salem.
And everything around it.
We've got to find it.
It could be anywhere.
- We need to tend to your wounds first.
- There's no time.
There may be no time, but I will not have you die before we solve this.
(groans) We can't count on Sebastian to help us, but soon as I get out of here (panting) I'll tear the town apart looking for it.
I'll get word to Mary of all this.
Do you have any message you want me to give her? She loves you, John.
You cannot doubt that.
When it comes to Mary I've learned the hard way you can doubt everything.
Especially when it comes to love.
I just want to see dirty old Salem survive till Monday.
If I'm still alive, I'm going to get the hell away from here and her.
Forever.
(exhales sharply) DINLEY: Back again.
I must say, Mr.
Alden, you could keep a surgeon in business all by yourself.
Just sew me up.
Fast.
Indeed.
- I will be quick.
- (clock ticking) 'Cause there is no time to waste.
What was that? I will make haste.
(ticking continues) MARY: So you're really leavin.
JOHN: Mary, trust me I will come back for you.
(sighs) You did love me, didn't you, John? Do you still? Mary, trust me.
Come back.
- Mary.
- (gasps, screams) You are not well.
Let us get you back to your bed.
No.
I am the guardian of the threshold.
I wait for him.
Mary, how long have you been like this? (murmurs) What has happened to you? I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
Perhaps killing him took what life I had left.
Perhaps I return to the grave they took me from.
But I shall not go until I am sure.
He calls to me.
Do you hear him? Who? He talks to me.
(scoffs lightly) My monster.
(Voice breaking) My son.
Mary.
My son.
We will not let him out.
No.
No, I will kill him again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And as many times as it takes! - No, I won't! - Mary! - Never! - Mary, listen to me.
Please.
We've but one task left! We need to find the weapon.
Now.
Where is Sebastian? I've not seen him.
(exhales sharply) But John John did it.
He slew the dark angel.
So you've seen him.
Yes.
Did he have a word for me? Of course he did.
He thinks only of you.
It keeps him going.
He He can't live without you.
Ohh.
My sweet messenger.
That was all I needed to hear.
Mary.
Mary.
Mary, listen.
John also said that the Sentinel, before he died, he told him that only an angel knew how to slay another angel.
Mm? John believes that he was sent to kill the dark angel by by someone who was in league with the devil himself.
We have been guided by a traitor's hand.
Yes.
Tituba.
Tituba? You knew? I feared.
If Tituba be in league with the devil, she will seek to somehow unite his soul with his body once more.
And I will be waiting.
I'll be back, Mary.
(clock ticking) JOHN: (exhales slowly) (ticking continues) Ah! Jesus! I do apologize.
(sniffs) You know, in all the years I've known you, Dinley, I've never seen you drunk.
Or nervous.
Now you're both.
(chuckles) (laughs) (both laugh) - Any sign of Dorcas? - MAN: No, sir.
'Fraid no one's seen her.
But we won't stop looking for her.
If we can't protect an innocent little girl, what good are we? LARK: You men? Protect innocent girls? Who do you think we need protection from? Mercy sent you.
She knows how to protect girls.
Where's Dorcas? Is she alive? She was when I left her.
Let's go, men! Her new dollie.
What did you say? Mercy said that little girl is her new dollie.
And if you want her back, you have to come alone.
Let her go.
Let her go.
I won't take any hostages.
It wouldn't do any good anyway.
Mercy wouldn't lift a finger for you.
That ain't true! She loves us! Saved us all from lives of misery at the hands of sodding men like you! You know, I wish I could say you were wrong about most men.
But seeking shelter in that witch's bosom? Take your pick fire or frying pan! - Husband.
- (door closes) It feels like you've been gone forever.
I pray you achieved all you hoped? You are drunk.
Yes.
But before long I will be sober and you will forever be a lying, vile, evil bitch.
Cotton! Did you know that I was in love once? (sighs) Before we met.
Love? No.
I-I knew in your wild youth you spent a lot of time with women of the night Oh, no, not women.
One woman.
Oh, yes.
I remember your father bundling one away for the sake of your family honor.
Mm.
So you do remember.
Vaguely.
You've not seen her recently? Of course not.
You know, I think that lying is a worse sin than murder.
You see, if you kill a man you at least leave him in God's hands, but if you lie to him you imprison him forever in a false world.
So do not lie to me.
Tell me.
Did you or did you not meet Gloriana? (scoffs lightly) Is that her name? Gloriana? I didn't know.
Yes, I (clears throat) did.
I did meet her.
She was looking for you.
I tried to help her.
I said do not lie to me.
I am not lying.
When I found her in the camp, she was changed.
She was hardened, angry.
She was determined to ruin your good name.
You saw her as a threat.
Yes.
To you.
To us.
To everything we hoped for.
What threat could a fallen woman possibly have that would damage my reputation so terribly? You're heir to the richest, most powerful, most influential, respected families in the realm.
And yet you you have the instinct for self-preservation of a cloud.
You float above all the real slings and arrows of the world and you simply have no idea.
(scoffs) Thank goodness my eyes were pried open and you had me to watch out for you.
Because you cannot imagine what that would have done to us that woman and her child.
Child? Her child? Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
I'm going to be sick.
(shudders) You did not hasten that tiny life you stole hers.
No, Cotton.
It is not what you think.
She was dying.
And the baby - Stop lying! - (glass shatters) Please, you must believe me.
I I couldn't bear Stop it! Stop it! - Do not say that! - I did this for you! You will return that child.
You will return the child to Gloriana.
You will restore her mind.
You will return the child, and you will restore her mind! - I cannot! - Yes, you must! - What's done is done! - Done?! Then with it, every atom of love that I've ever felt for you is gone! (sobs) Does your God not forgive all? God may forgive.
God may forgive all.
But I won't! No.
Please.
Do not take away the possibility that you might love me again one day.
Cotton, please.
No matter how far off.
If you do, I am afraid What could a thing like you possibly fear? What I will become.
I used to long for your porcelain skin.
(chuckles) Your soft lips.
Your purity, your innocence.
(crying) Your heart.
Now Now all I see before me is a hideous hag.
(choking) Yes.
Of course.
That is what we women are to you.
A good woman is half doll, half angel, and a bad woman is but a hideous fiend.
(chuckles) Well, I would not be your angel-doll a second longer, even if I could.
I would rather be a fiend.
A great fiend! You shameless hypocrite.
You, who persecuted and executed so many innocents.
You, who murdered your own father.
You, who say the worst sin of all is a lie and your entire life is a lie! Every time you climbed the pulpit after a night of drunken debauchery, you lied to everyone! Or is lying merely another privilege reserved for men? Your world is so black and white.
What it needs is some color.
What's black and white and red all over? A Puritan in the hands of my lovely, angry sister.
Calm yourself.
We may need him yet.
You have longed for the death of Cotton.
Why stop me now? True, I've long wanted to silence that pretentious mouth of his.
But I've recently and humbly been reminded that I do not always know best and one wiser than us believes the Dark Lord is not through with him.
Whose sage wisdom rules you? Why, Mother, of course.
Mother? How? Let me show you.
And what of Cotton? (whooshing) Kept somewhere he can cause no more harm.
Until he's needed.
Come, sister.
Mother is waiting.
COTTON: Let me out! Hey! Let me out! Let me out! (indistinct conversations) Good day.
Apple? (sheep bleats) (flute plays softly, light laughter) ISAAC: (sighs) (cage rattles) Thank God.
MERCY: Thank me.
I so wanted to puncture her skin, so plump and perfect.
It's not like you to deny yourself any pleasure.
True, but I am no child now and have learned the art of delaying my gratification in the name of even greater pleasure.
Free her.
And I am a woman of business now, too.
Everything has a price, Isaac.
In this case, your life for hers.
What say you, boss? Our man of the people.
How could I not see that you were the very worm at the apple's core? Always turning me away from my course.
For your own good.
I tried to warn you, Isaac, but you're like a moth to the flame.
Hell-bent on it! Time is money, and you have neither.
You let her go, and I will stay behind for you to do whatever it is you want me.
DORCAS: No.
(keys jingle) No.
(crying) No.
No.
I'm not going.
Listen to me.
I want you to run home as fast as you can, and not look back.
Go.
Go! I cannot lose you! You won't.
You can't.
You found me.
When I was lost and had no way to find my way back.
Trust that whatever happens, I will always be with you.
But my heart will break if you die.
Listen to me.
You are a young girl, but you got the strongest heart I ever seen.
I didn't save you, Dorcas.
You saved me.
Even here, now this is you saving me.
(keys jingle) Fear not.
You can trust me.
Trust? You? Two words that have lived so far apart are now to be neighbors? How strange.
Neighbors? We're much closer than that.
We're children of the same flesh.
Perhaps, but the flesh that once birthed us is now dead, and I do not believe in waking the dead.
No need.
She sleeps not.
Please.
Come.
See.
We are our mother's children.
We still have much to learn from her and from each other.
I watched you just now with Mather, and I can already tell you are far in advance of me.
In what way? In that precious alchemy of transmuting agony into anger.
Pain into power.
See, we are two people who have done anything and everything for love.
Only to have love turn upon us.
I knew he wasn't remotely worthy of you.
But I couldn't understand then why my flesh crawled every time he touched you.
But I know now.
His were not the proper hands to touch you.
What what wicked game is this? It's no game.
Our mother calls.
And it is time we really listen.
COUNTESS MARBURG: My dearest daughter.
My sweet son.
That's it.
Your two broken hearts shall be healed into one mighty weapon.
Help me, children.
Come close and let me feel the power of your kiss.
(gasps) Thank you, children.
Now, Sebastian leave us.
I would speak to my special one, alone.
(cat hisses, growls) MARY: You think I wouldn't recognize you? I see you.
You bitch.
(cat hisses) You cannot hide from me.
Yes, sister.
Follow.
Step away, far away from the door.
(clock ticking) See? Here's the thing.
What terrifies normal people, you find interesting.
So tell me what could possibly scare a man like you? Hmm? I think what scares you is the very same thing that scares me Armageddon time.
Boom! You was planning on leaving when I got here.
Thought you'd go someplace safe when it it happens.
So where is it? Hmm? (ticking continues) If you don't tell me I'm gonna make sure you die like the rest of us! No, no, no.
Don't.
Don't.
Well? Shh.
(chuckles) Listen.
(ticking continues) (ticking intensifies) I'm here, Little Master.
I am here.
Soon you will be free and all your promises to me will be fulfilled.
I will bask in the hot sun while this wicked civilization burns under you.
MARY: A most fatal error, my treacherous sister placing your trust in the Dark Lord and this mangy mouser.
(cat screeches, bones crunch) (gasping) Blind me if you will.
I can track and kill you in the darkest night.
Why? The Dark Lord betrayed you as much if not more than anyone.
Why come crawling back to save him? Because he is the only power strong enough to give you all what you deserve.
Revenge is sweet, I know.
And I understand your pain at the loss of your family and land (gasps) Save your pity.
You understand nothing.
It is not revenge I seek any more than a surgeon seeks revenge on the carcinoma he removes.
You people are the carcinoma.
You cannot hate the Puritans more than I.
Were it only a matter of Puritans.
They are but one tiny tribe of you criminals, murderers, and hypocrites.
You set out from your lands to discover the world as if the world wasn't known to the people who lived there.
Every place you people set foot on this earth is a crime! And then you have the audacity to complain when others would dare to treat you with the same cold, calculating slaughter that you have dealt every other people in this world.
Believe it or not, I am truly sorry that you must be lost in the storm but I know you, Mary.
You are too smart not to see that what is coming is no crime, but justice.
Cruel perhaps, but justice.
SEBASTIAN: Indeed.
'Tis Judgement day and time for justice to be served.
Goodbye, Mary.
You may yet survive this, and I hope you do.
You have done your duty.
Now leave us.
Sebastian.
You made a terrible mistake.
I really would have loved you forever.
But you remained loyal to a man utterly unworthy of you.
Did you ever consider what a future with John Alden held? I see it clearly.
He has gone to paunch.
His breath smells of dead meat and sour wine.
And your ocean of love for him is as dry as his is limp for you.
You nurse a dozen of his brats and eye the back of his neck every time you sharpen your kitchen knives.
MARY: Please yourself with that fantasy.
You know nothing of love.
Real love.
Like his and mine.
Yours perhaps.
But his? There, my dear, you're sadly deluded.
And I must admit to playing a cruel part in that delusion.
What are you saying? I'm saying that he hates you.
No, that's not true.
He told me What if I told you it was I who appeared as John Alden and forgave you all your lustful infidelity? You lie.
His heart could not be colder towards you.
Even if he has stopped loving me, he would never betray me.
You sought to destroy my love for him, but all you have done is prove that I made no mistake in whom I chose to love.
Anne: Come, brother.
It is time.
Go on.
Do what needs to be done.
I have one last thing to dispose of.
You cannot risk being outside these walls when Don't worry.
It will take me but a moment to dispose of this last detail.
(grunts) Your life will not have been in vain.
I intend to see improvements in Knockers Hole.
Once I've broken their will.
If only I hadn't been born so simple-minded.
I might have known that you two would find each other.
I might have done so much more.
There, there.
Don't blame yourself.
It's not your lack of intellect that has doomed you, but your useless heart.
Truth is, you're too good for this world.
(sighs) A fault we'll soon rectify.
A simple lick of poison.
No.
A walk in the woods and a quick bullet to the heart.
(indistinct shouting in distance) (shouting continues) Did you do this? MAN: Isaac! Isaac! (shouting continues) (clock ticking) So, how much time is left? (grunts) Midnight! When Black Sunday falls.
Unless you keep pawing at it, then it's gonna come sooner.
Don't please.
Don't paw at it.
That means we have a quarter of an hour for you to help me stop this thing.
(ticking continues) I told you, I have no idea.
Well, either I put a stop to this thing or it puts a stop to the both of us.
(ticking continues) (ticking continues) If you break the wrong lever we're both done for! And if I can stop the main spring, the clock will be stopped and it won't matter how deadly it is (straining) if midnight never arrives.
Come on.
Come on.
(grunts) (ticking stops) (tool clatters lightly) (ticking resumes) But that's impossible.
It's the devil's clock.
Anything is possible.
I have never been so happy to see someone I hate as right now.
How the hell do we stop this thing? Now, why on earth would I want to do that? (ticking continues) MARY: Anne, stop! Whatever they've promised you, it's not worth it.
You need to learn when to give up or at least when to shut your mouth.
No.
No, if you do this, then you will hear my voice long after I'm gone.
To the end of your days and beyond you will hear my voice ringing in your ears and you will know I'm right.
I have no stake in this.
My life and love are over.
I have nothing to gain and nothing to lose.
And I say, this is not who you are.
You have always been better than this.
Do not let them make you do this.
I do it of my own free will.
You would damn generations to hell on earth because of your own bitter heart?! You are absolutely right.
I would.
Happily.
I would turn the earth into a bitter desert in the very image of my heart! No! (gasping) (wind whistling) BOY: (wheezing) (slithering) I'm home.
(wheezing) And not a moment too soon.
Because in mere minutes it will be Sunday.