- Who's there?
No! No!
No!
- By the name of Jessica Morley,
you are convicted on this,
The 7th day of November, 1683,
In the name of this commonwealth,
that not having the fear of God
before your eyes or in your heart,
of being seduced by the Devil - No!
- And yielding to his instigation
and the wickedness of your own heart.
About the beginning of last September in Devonsville,
in or near your own house,
did willfully and most wickedly murder your own child
and your neighbor's child
by the name of Abigail Parker,
- No! - against the word of God
and the whole of this jurisdiction,
long since made and published.
- Stop!
No!
Ow, please!
No!
- This is you.
This covers the situation.
This crosses the situation.
This is the highest you can achieve.
This is the lowest you can achieve.
I foresee much luck
and the inheritance of a great fortune.
I must be hearing things.
- At the beginning of October last,
you, Mary Pratt from Devonsville,
have been seen dancing naked in the moonlight
and consummating your union with the Incubus.
- No!
- As a representative of this commonwealth,
I therefore ask you, Mary Pratt,
how were these savage banquets arranged
and what other persons participated?
What demon did you use to satisfy
your wanton lust that night?
What was his name?
What marks were left by the Devil
on your body and on your soul?
How long have you been practicing witchcraft?
- I am no witch!
I have a pure conscience in this matter.
Even...
Even if there were a thousand witnesses, I am not anxious!
- What was the oath you were forced to render the Devil?
- I am no witch!
I am no witch!
- You are a witch!
Will you confess it voluntarily?
On this, the 7th day of November, 1683,
by the name of Rebecca Parson,
you are convicted in the name of this commonwealth
that not having the fear of God before your eyes,
nor in your heart,
being seduced by the Devil
and yielding to his malicious motion.
About the end of October last at Devonsville,
you had familiarity or consulted with a familiar spirit,
making a covenant with him
and have used diverse devilish practices by witchcraft
through the persons of Mary Pratt and Jessica Morley
against the word of God and the laws of this jurisdiction
long since made and published.
- Burn!
Burn!
- Die! - Burn!
Burn!
- Damn you all!
- Dr. Warley's Journal, entry number 73.
It has been 300 years since the Devonsville Inquisition.
Perhaps the long ordeal of the Warley family
may be nearing its conclusion.
Only Evil will out Evil.
- Satan has walked in our midst,
not in the guise of the hapless strangers we turned against,
but in our hearts.
We lost sight of our Lord and his teaching.
We are gathered here in his temple
to beg his forgiveness.
Oh, good shepherd,
gently gather your flock
back to the pastures of your infinite love.
We have wandered too long and shallow.
Your beloved presence hidden from us
by our own wickedness, willfulness.
Lead us back to the light.
Let our sins serve as a reminder
that we must do nothing without love in our hearts,
nothing without your blessing.
To this end,
we implore your help and forgiveness.
Amen.
J Rock of ages 7
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J Let me hide myself in Thee »
- I'd like to pose a toast to our anniversary.
- What do you mean?
- On November 3rd, it will be exactly 300 years to the day.
- That's a pretty grim day to remember.
- You're talking about the witches.
- Now, now, please.
Let us pray.
- Oh Lord, protect us from all evil,
and may the souls of the poor unfortunates
rest in eternal peace,
and may we no longer be haunted
by memories of our past error.
- Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yeah.
- Something wrong, Ralph?
- No, it...
It just makes me a little uneasy.
Nobody wants to hear what our ancestors had to go through.
- Everything's all right now.
- All right?
- Why doesn't anybody want to talk about this curse?
It exists.
- It hasn't come true yet
and it's not going to.
We're very, very different from
our great, great, great grandparents.
Why should we be punished for something they did?
- Yeah, hear no evil, see no evil, do no evil.
- Just a minute, Sarah Louise, I'm working.
I'll be right there!
Would you wait?
- Ah.
- Now, now, Sarah Louise.
Everything's gonna be fine,
just fine.
- Need a ride?
- No, I'm almost there. Thanks.
- Where you heading to?
- Devonsville. The schoolhouse.
- That's another half mile down the road.
Why don't you hop in?
- All right.
- My name's Ralph.
- I'm Jenny.
- Nice to meet you, Jenny.
What's a nice lady like you doing in a place like this?
2 Gather round, you old cowboys
- From out of town, huh?
Way outta town, I'll bet.
Have you been here before?
- No.
- Where are you from?
- Princeton, New Jersey.
- Visiting friends?
- I'm the new teacher.
- Oh, I see.
Well, you better get yourself some new winter clothes.
It's gonna be a long winter.
- That's all right, I like the snow.
- Wait 'til you see this one.
Here we are.
Over there, that's the school.
It looks more like a church.
- Maybe it was a church once.
- Where will you be staying?
- I have to find out.
Thanks. - You bet.
2 Gather round, you old cowboys
- The winters here are cold and harsh,
the comforts rare and few.
The ice and snow's upon the marsh,
we long for summer's lease anew.
But legend says we got to pay
for the wrong -- - Angel?
Perhaps this should wait until later.
This is Miss Scanlon.
She's going to be your teacher from now on.
Say, "Welcome, Miss Scanlon."
Cat got your tongue?
- Hello, Miss Scanlon.
- Hello, everybody.
- Now, this is Michael over here.
He's in sixth grade.
And that's Anne-Marie over there.
She's in fifth grade.
- I'm coming.
I'm coming!
- Dr. Warley, remember the, uh,
the death certificate for Sarah Louise?
I need it to claim the insurance
to pay for the funeral.
- You need a death certificate
SO you can report that she died cleanly
and without complications.
- Were there any problems?
- Suffocation is not a pleasant way to die.
- Are you implying her death wasn't natural?
- Pneumonia causes suffocation.
At least, that's what I've written on this paper here.
Here, take your piece of paper and get out of here.
- On this sad occasion, we are gathered together
to mourn the passing of Sarah Louise,
beloved wife of Walter Gibbs.
We all know of her dreams and hopes,
yet she suffered in silence,
remaining ever faithful to our Lord.
Our prayers are with her this day and with Walter,
that he may find the strength to overcome his sorrow.
Please, turn to page 92 in your hymn books,
"Nearer, My God, to Thee."
- I'm sorry, but the chemicals haven't arrived yet.
- Oh, that's too bad.
Do you have any ferric chloride by chance?
- I'll have to add it to the order.
- Oh, hey, look, I need it right away. Um...
Do you know of any place
I might be able to find it nearby?
- You might try Endicott.
It's about 28 miles North of here.
- Pretty good. Thanks a lot.
I appreciate it. Again, thank you.
- What'll it be, Aaron?
- Uh, two cans of Copenhagen.
That sure was some grocery list.
- She's doing some experiments down by the lake.
- Experiments?
- There you go, Aaron.
- And you, sir.
That gun you got there is not a popgun.
It's guys like you get a license
and think you're Daniel Boone.
- Come on, Dad, don't be a bully.
- Who asked you?
- What makes him so friendly?
- Can I help you?
- Yeah, could I have a box of 20 gauge shells,
some hot chocolate to go, and...
- This one's tastier.
- Oh, really?
- You're here for the hunting season?
- Not exactly.
I'm the new school teacher.
- Ah, nice to meet you.
I'm Matthew Pendleton.
- How do you do?
I'm Jenny Scanlon.
What do you do around here?
Oh, I'm a big wheel around here.
That right, Wally?
I care take some cabins during the off-season.
Go ahead.
- Oh, no, thanks.
I still have a couple more things.
I just got up here.
- Will that be all, Matt?
- Yeah, $2.50.
- Must be pretty lonesome out there at the Heartbreak Hotel.
- No.
Bye-bye, Miss Scanlon.
- Bye, Mr. Pendleton.
- Hi, Miss Scanlon.
I've heard about you.
I'm Walter Gibbs.
- Oh, how do you do?
Um, do you have any herb teas?
- I have Twinings and Liptons.
- Oh, I -- I mean real herb teas.
You know, Bigelow Sweet Dreams?
- I'll try to get it for you.
- Hello, Matthew.
- Hello, Doctor.
- What are you doing here?
- I've found some things you might want
for your collection.
- This is quite a find.
- My mother...
My mother says she remembers her grandmother
talking about a belt made of witches' finger bones.
I found this in the attic yesterday.
- How much?
How much do you want for this?
- Doctor, you know better than that. It's yours.
- Could be priceless,
if I can only trace it back to the Devonsville Inquisition.
- How would you do that?
- Well...
I found these diaries
in this curious tin box.
I found them walled up in my basement.
I think they belonged to my great great grandfather.
They contain descriptions of...
of articles used by witches.
They also contain
chronicles of my death.
- Your death?
Yes.
You see, the executioner of the Devonsville Inquisition,
who was my ancestor,
he suffered from an ugly affliction.
A few years after the Inquisition,
he contracted a disease.
A year later,
he died an agonizing death.
He was eaten by worms.
Several other members of my family
have contracted the disease.
Those who have not contributed --
- Contributed what?
- To help to erase the guilt of the Inquisition.
- Do you believe the diary?
- Mr. Gibbs?
- Uh...
- Miss Scanlon.
Miss Scanlon.
- Mother nature is always building out of decay,
like that old house over there.
Beautiful mushrooms are probably growing from the dead wood.
They're generally consider plants,
although they're completely different from green plants.
How are they different?
Nicky?
- They look different.
- That's right.
And one of the reasons is
that they don't have chlorophyll,
therefore they can't build foodstuffs
from inorganic materials.
They can only change and destroy
compounds that have already been built.
Now, the mushroom itself is a fruit
which is produced by the mycelium.
And the mycelium is...
- Hi, Jenny.
Today mother nature's the teacher, huh?
- Ralph!
Dad says you're supposed to chop the wood
for Mrs. Randall today!
- Mind your own beeswax, Angel, I'll get to it.
Jenny, what are you doing tonight?
Wanna paint the town?
- Well, I've got some essays to grade
and some letters to write.
- Shot down again.
- The mycelium is a mass of very fine threads
which are not visible to the naked eye.
- Miss Scanlon?
- Yes, Angel?
- Is God a man or a woman?
- Well, in most religions, we know God as a man.
But originally, God was considered to be a woman.
In Babylonia, the supreme deity, or god,
was the queen of heaven.
It's only in fairly recent history,
since Judaism, that God the Father has taken over.
- Hi, this is your big sister Monica on FM 94.
Looks like we have a caller.
Hello, you're on with Monica.
What's your name?
- Judy Hansen.
- Hi, Judy. Where are you calling from?
- I'm calling from Devonsville.
What's on your mind, Judy?
- I'm alone all day
and my boyfriend won't let me get a job.
- Well, that's a pretty common problem.
A lot of men still have trouble with the idea
that women want to make their own money
and their own choices.
- I know. And I always get
so depressed waiting for him.
- Well, if he can't understand that,
just tell him to take a hike.
There are plenty of other fish in the sea.
Hi, you're on with Monica.
What's your name?
- Hi.
Um, Monica, my name is Patty Barnes,
I'm from Endicott.
Well, I... I got a lot of problems, you know.
I'm married and I have three kids.
I have a lot of work to do
And anyway, my husband --
well, every night, he goes out drinking
with his buddies, you know,
and sometimes, he doesn't come home 'I four or five,
and then he wakes up...
- Good evening, Miss Scanlon.
I drove to Endicott to pick up your tea.
Thank you.
It's good.
Since my wife passed away, I've been confused and lonely.
It might very well be that I don't know
how to relate to a woman anymore.
You come from Princeton?
That's a very sophisticated place.
Things are a lot more basic here.
When I was a boy, my father told me
there are three things
a man needs to do in his lifetime.
He needs to plant a tree
to return something to the earth,
he needs to build a house with his own hands,
and he needs to have a son to carry on his name.
My wife Sarah Louise was a good companion,
loving, supportive,
but she was barren. She couldn't give me a son.
There are only a few things I...
value.
One of them is
this violin.
My grandfather made it.
It's, uh,
one-of-a-kind.
- Monica?
- Yes.
Do I know you?
- My name's Ralph.
I'm from Devonsville.
- Hi, Ralph.
I'm sorry, but I'm off for tonight.
You'll have to call the station in the morning.
- I think I'm busy tomorrow.
But I'm here now.
- Fine, but I've gotta go.
- You know, Monica, I think you're pretty great,
but there are a lot of people around here
who seem to disagree with me.
- It's a free country, but I've gotta go.
- All right.
Drive careful.
- Angel! Angel!
- What's this story I hear?
- What? I didn't do nothing.
- About this new teacher.
- What about her?
- Well, your mother tells me
that she's filling your head full of nonsense.
- I didn't say that, Aaron.
- Shut up, Myrtle, I'm talking to the kid.
What exactly did that woman tell you about God?
- She said God was a woman.
- And what do you think?
- I don't know, I never saw him.
- How come God created Adam before Eve?
How come every single president of the United States
has been a man?
- I don't know.
- Because God is
and always will be a man.
You tell that teacher
if she don't quit spreading this crap,
I'm gonna call a meeting of the town board.
- Watch out.
- Whoo! Yeah.
- Doc Warley, I'm here for my physical.
- Don't you knock at civilized houses?
Or do you believe that everybody lives in a barn?
- Sorry, Doc.
Got you riled, huh?
I don't like these exams any better than you do,
but the old man says I gotta have one
at least once a year.
- Come over here and sit down.
You'll have to strip to the waist.
Or are you too modest?
- Me? Hell no.
I just wish you were a female doctor.
- What would you do if I was a female doctor?
- Try and get you into the sack.
- And if you didn't succeed?
- Call you a quack.
- I wonder.
Well, since I'm not a female doctor,
I better offer you something pleasant.
Would you like a candy?
- Sure.
- Here.
We're going on a journey now.
Do you hear me?
It is a long journey,
back to the days when the witches of Devonsville
were tortured and killed.
One of the witches was called Jessica.
You were present when she was condemned.
You were beside her
At the execution.
Do you see her?
- She's dying.
Bitch is dying.
- How do you feel, Ralph?
- Good, real good.
She's dying.
- Why are you feeling good?
- Because she's getting
what she deserves. - Burn! Burn!
- Why does she deserve to die?
- She...she...she's a witch.
- How do you know?
- I saw...
I saw her confess tonight.
- Is that the only reason she deserves to die?
- No, no, no.
- Why do you feel so good that she is dying?
She...
She...she wouldn't...
She...she wouldn't let...let me...
Let me...
- Let you do what?
It's...it's her own fault.
She...she teased me.
She...she turned me on.
She...she...she even let me see her naked once.
I-I was behind a tree.
Her skin...
Her skin glistened in the sun.
- That's enough, Ralph!
You're going back!
It will be a pleasant journey back
and you will forget all about the other journey,
only the feeling of relief
that it has ended.
- Good evening, madam.
I'm Aaron Pendleton.
I own the farm down the road.
Every now and then, I check the cottages
for the people here on the lake.
Is your petcock jammed?
- Um, it could be, I don't really know.
- Let's see if I can fix it for you.
You planning to stay here for the winter?
- Yes.
- Living alone?
- So far.
- What do you do?
- I do environmental studies here.
- Hmm. I got it here, I think.
- Oh, thank you.
- Any time, young lady.
You're not scared living out here by yourself, are you?
- Should I be?
- Well, if you need any help,
my folks have lived around here for about 300 years,
so I have quite a lot of influence out here with the people.
You got some soot here on your cheek.
- Oh.
- And pretty skin.
- Um, hey, look, I gotta go.
- I didn't mean to upset you, ma'am.
- Myrtle, this game is really delicious.
- Thank you, Reverend.
- Pass the ketchup.
- Here you are.
- What is this about this nature freak?
- Who? Someone new around here?
- She lives in a cabin by the lake.
- She's testing the water for some kind of toxin
that she says we're flushing into the lake.
- She's full of it.
We've been doing that for the last 50 years,
nature will take care of itself.
- Well, I saw a few new faces at the funeral.
They're probably not tourists though, the season's over.
- They have a new girl at the radio station.
- Right, her name is Monica.
I listen to her every night.
It's so different.
- Different? Hell, hogwash.
- And the new school teacher, Miss Scanlon.
- Yeah, I heard about her.
- Isn't she the one that's been telling the kids
that God is a woman?
- I'm sure she didn't mean it the way it sounds.
- Grade six, your assignments are here on the left.
And grade five, you're here on the right.
While you learn that,
grade four will take a spelling test.
- How can we study when you're giving a spelling test?
- Just do your best, okay?
- Now, uh...
Angelica?
It must be hard to study if you're talking.
- She asked me something, so I answered.
- Okay, let's just settle down now and we'll start with...
Angelica?
Is something the matter?
- Angel just wanted to borrow my pencil.
- Here, take this pencil.
Now, please,
sit down, Angelica.
What's the matter now?
- Your hair.
- What about it?
- It just doesn't look normal.
- Now, please, sit down, Angelica.
- My dad says you dye your hair.
I mean, who has hair that color?
- Well, I guess we'll have to continue tomorrow.
- Miss Scanlon, are you in good health?
- I'm in very good health, Angel.
How about you?
- I'm just kind of worried.
- Why?
- 'Cause daddy says
that you might not make it through the winter.
- Hello?
- Miss Scanlon! I was just about to close.
- Well, I'd just like some apples and milk.
- That's all?
- Yes, for now.
- I'd like to apologize.
- For what?
- The other night I seemed to monopolize the conversation.
- Oh, that's all right, I enjoyed it.
- You're very kind, Miss Scanlon.
Many women don't know how to listen.
Sarah Louise couldn't listen.
When she did, she didn't understand
what I was talking about.
- Well, what a shame.
A man of your intelligence deserves an audience.
- I'm very flattered.
- Well, goodnight, Mr. Gibbs.
- Uh, Miss Scanlon, could I take
a little bit more of your time?
- Yes.
- I don't know
quite how to express myself, but...
Well, I'll be frank with you.
I am a solitary man.
- I can see that, Mr. Gibbs.
- You can?
- Oh, yes.
- Miss Scanlon,
have you ever met someone who you
felt you were destined to be with?
- No, but it sounds romantic.
- I believe you're a very romantic woman.
- Yes, I guess so.
- From the very first moment we met, I...
I knew we were meant for each other.
- Mr. Gibbs, please.
-Oh, I...
I know a lady of your standards
can't show her feelings the way a man can, though.
- Oh, I have my feelings, Mr. Gibbs,
and I would show them the way you say only a man does,
but my feelings are slightly different
and I'd like to go now.
Goodnight.
Mr. Gibbs!
Mr. Gibbs?
- Miss Scanlon.
- You're a very sensitive man, Mr. Gibbs, and I...
Well, I now realize that I should have
appreciated your feelings for me sooner.
- A woman needs her time.
- Could you close a little early today?
I must talk to you alone.
- I'd be delighted, Miss Scanlon.
- You know, the State Highway Commission is planning
to build a new big road through Devonsville,
and I was thinking that perhaps I would
develop a shopping mall where my store is.
- Wonderful idea
to modernize and bring this place up to date.
- How did you take this path?
I haven't been here since I was a boy.
- Oh, um, a woman's intuition.
- Jenny?
Oh, this is really stupid.
Jenny, give me a hand, would you, please?
- Sarah Louise didn't just die,
you Killed her.
- You know?
Why didn't you tell anyone?
Why didn't you call the police?
- Would that've helped Sarah Louise?
No.
I was waiting for a better opportunity.
- You are a witch!
The legend is true!
It's very cold there, Mr. Gibbs, I know.
But soon you will be in a very warm place
and in very good company.
- Say, Jenny, I don't mean to butt in, but
my brother Matthew ain't exactly the guy to know in town.
- Why don't you mind your own business?
- You see, these people here, especially my father,
are extremely close-minded and superstitious.
They feel that you, Chris, and Monica are
somehow a threat to the community.
- But I don't understand it.
Just because we're outsiders --
- No, that's not it.
See, they feel that Monica's radio show is provocative.
Chris is telling them they're destroying the earth.
And you...
You definitely made a serious mistake
by telling the kids that God was a woman.
I didn't say "was."
I said "could be."
- They hear what they want to hear.
You want my advice?
Leave.
Just leave.
- But why?
They hired me.
I have just as much right to be here as anyone else.
I'm not hurting anyone.
- You want to know something else?
They're starting to believe that you, Chris, and Monica
are a reincarnation of the three witches.
- Come on.
- I believe it.
- Matthew...
- But I love witches.
- You are a witch!
Will you confess it voluntarily?
- No.
- Just render the Devil. - No!
- The marks left on your body by the Devil
are in your soul.
- I don't remember scheduling any appointments for today.
- Dr. Warley?
I'm the new school teacher, Jenny Scanlon.
Matthew Pendleton recommended you.
- You're the woman everyone is talking about.
- Oh, did you cut yourself?
- This visit is not to talk about my ailments.
Come on.
What's wrong with you?
I have trouble sleeping.
- Do you ever have nightmares?
- Sort of.
Of course, it might just be my nerves.
You know, moving to a new town and a new job.
- Do you like Devonsville?
- Mm, yes.
- Were you here before?
- No. Why do you ask?
- Do you have a feeling
you were sent here for some reason?
Yes, to make a living teaching little devils.
- Do you believe in witchcraft?
- I don't really know anything about it.
I didn't even know that they'd practiced it in Devonsville.
- You do now.
- Yes, so I've been told.
- Well, your blood pressure is a little high.
Nothing serious.
My voice is part of the light.
Together, we will travel through your past.
We will see what is hidden
and what is painful.
You stand before the judge of the Inquisition.
The townspeople crowd around you.
You can smell their sweat.
- It's... It's 1683.
I'm being punished.
I haven't done anything wrong. I...
I'm, I'm...
I'm going to die!
- They're afraid because they think
you are a messenger of evil.
The judge bends toward you.
He shouts,
"How long have you been a witch?"
Answer him.
Jennifer, answer. Answer him.
- I'm not a witch.
- What are you, Jenny?
- I'm a messenger from the unknown.
- Good, good, good.
The judge shouts in your face.
"Why did you become a witch?"
Jennifer, answer him.
Answer him truthfully.
- I have a mission
and I am afraid.
For 300 years, there's been peace until...
Gibbs.
Walter Gibbs.
Sarah Louise doesn't just die.
He Kills her,
and the next day I arrive in Devonsville.
Soon I...
I begin to feel that there's something
more than just teaching
and I'm scared of it.
I have nightmares and...
- You are released.
You have nothing more to fear from ignorance.
You may go about your mission without fear.
You are released.
We shall win this time!
We are going to win!
Take two of these before you retire
with a glass of milk.
- Thank you, Doctor.
How much?
- Let's put it down to public relations work.
- Oh, thank you.
What's that?
It's an at ha me.
It contains a witch's power.
- I've seen it before in my dreams.
- I thought you knew nothing about witchcraft.
I hope you're better soon.
- Well, I felt like a normal human being when I arrived.
But ever since I stepped off that bus,
I felt like a different person.
- You have exchanged the steel and concrete of cities
for the glens and bogs of Devonsville.
Perhaps you are a new person.
- How did it go, Jenny? Feeling better?
- Oh, yeah, I feel much better.
- He's a very special man and a good friend.
Let's go.
- I don't know, he seems familiar.
His great, great, great grandfather was the executioner.
The Devonsville witch hunt.
- Why do you say that?
- You still look a bit shaky.
You better get some rest. I'll drive you home.
- Look at my poor brother Matthew with that whore.
- She's not a whore, Ralph, she's a witch.
She tried to seduce me, too, but I didn't fall for it.
- It's the same temptation our ancestors had to go through.
She probably tried to get Doc Warley, too.
- I'm afraid the doctor's playing a much more dangerous role
in this conspiracy.
- You're just paranoid, Walter.
- No, I'm telling you, they're back.
The legend's true.
- Bullshit.
- Miss Scanlon arrived
the day after I killed Sarah Louise.
What do you mean you killed Sarah Louise?
- I didn't mean to. It was an accident.
But it brought back the spirits of the three witches.
Monica first,
then the girl by the lake,
and finally, Miss Scanlon.
I've made a terrible mistake, Ralph.
I'm guilty for all of the terrible things
that are happening to us now.
- Well, nothing's gonna happen to us, believe me.
And besides, your wife deserved to die anyway.
She never caused you anything but misery, man.
- It sure seems strange as hell
that none of them three girls are married.
- They're probably queer.
You can't ask them out.
They always seem happy when they're together alone.
- Well, perhaps I should have a word with them.
- What do you want 'em to do, read a chapter of Isaiah?
- Maybe they're just three single girls
starting out on their own.
- What do you know?
You haven't even met 'em yet.
- Well, I do.
She even takes those boys from her class home with her.
I bet I know what she's teaching them.
It's disgusting.
- I want that girl at the radio station replaced.
And I want that nature freak outta here.
And also our dear, sweet Miss Scanlon.
- I think it might be wise if we called a council meeting.
- We don't need any council or state board
telling us how to run things.
We take care of our own.
- Aaron, I don't think you know what you're saying.
- Shut up, Myrtle!
- We certainly don't want a repeat
of what our founding fathers went through, do we?
No!
- Hi, this is Monica.
We have time for one more call.
Hello? What's your name?
- Hi, Mo... Monica?
This is Maggie Gilbert. I'm from Merrill.
Uh, I'm having problems with my husband.
We really love each other,
but when I talk to him about something that...
- No!
- By the name of Jennifer Scanlon,
you are hereby convicted on this, 7th day of November, 1983,
In the name of this commonwealth,
that not having the fear of God
before your eyes and in your heart
and being seduced by the Devil,
and yielding to his malicious motion.
About the end of October last in Devonsville,
have used devilish practices by witchcraft
through the persons of Mary Pratt and Abigail Parker,
against the word of God and the laws of this jurisdiction
long since made and published!
- What demon did you choose to be your lover for that night?
- What was his name?
What Devil's marks were left on your body and on your soul?
- What oath were you forced to render the Devil?
- How long have you been practicing witchcraft?
You are a witch!
Will you confess it voluntarily?
- No.
- How were these savage banquets arranged
and what other persons participated?
- You! You're wicked,
more than all the others that suffered at our hands.
- We won't stand for you warping our children's minds!
We won't tolerate you and your friends
conspiring against our community!
- Next stop, Devonsville.
- Wait! Wait!
- Dr. Warley's final entry, number 96.
I am redeemed.
The Warley curse of the worms is cured.
All who were guilty are gone
or soon to be brought to justice.
The Devonsville Terror is over.