Seventh Son
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Gregory!
Gregory!
Have mercy.
Release me.
Gregory!
Come back!
Gregory!
Gregory!
No!
My power returns with the rise
of the blood moon.
Hell awakens.
Partially.
Master Gregory,
do you not hear the bells?
There is a ringing in my ear.
In the village, in the old church,
there's a child,
no more than 10 years of age.
She is... infected.
You may note I'm presently not dealing
with the otherworldly.
On your feet, sir. It seems
you're requested for duty.
My only oath is to this stool.
It's an oath I intend not to break.
The mark on your hand tells me
you're a knight. Have you no honor?
This man says an innocent is at risk.
And you do nothing?
On the contrary.
I'm doing my best to ignore him.
I beg of you, do not do this.
Don't worry, boy. This won't be
an execution, merely an education.
Fill it.
I was begging for your life,
not his.
The trick is not
defeating him with a cup.
The trick is not to spill.
Thank you.
Mr. Bradley, why did you not tell me
the bells are ringing?
Apologies, master.
Come on!
Come. Quickly!
Hatchet.
Silverbane. Longbow.
We'll need the silver net.
Please, save her.
Nothing else would hold her.
How long has she been like this?
Since last evening.
Come to me.
Come to me.
You must have known...
when you put me in that hole,
you couldn't hold me there
forever, Gregory.
If it is really you,
then show yourself.
Leave this innocent child.
Mummy, what happened?
God bless you.
Did you miss me?
You have, haven't you?
Don't try to deny it.
I can see into your soul.
A boy.
I like boys.
- Shut your eyes!
- Come here, boy.
Do not be in awe of her.
It will only empower her.
William!
You know something, Gregory?
I missed you too.
Now!
Shoot!
Net!
Well done, William.
We will work together.
Let the silver do its work.
Can you feel it? She's weakening.
Fine work, William.
Now!
I'm sorry, master.
Master Gregory.
Don't expect sympathy from him.
His heart is blacker than mine.
You are with me now.
Let him go!
- I can feel the dark.
- No!
- I can't stand it.
- Let him go! I will burn you!
Master Gregory!
Master Gregory!
Master Gregory!
Time has made me stronger.
I am no longer as easy to contain.
Ten damn years wasted.
I'm coming for you, Malkin!
I am coming for you!
Tom!
What is it, Cate?
You're supposed to be minding the pigs.
You've never hit one.
No.
But I'm getting closer.
You're not a hunter, Tom.
I'm not destined to spend
the rest of my life feeding pigs.
I'm gonna get out of here, Cate.
I'm gonna leave
this place soon. I just...
- I know it.
- Tom, you're shaking.
Go and get Mam, Cate. Go!
Mam! It's happening again!
Tom. Tom.
Now,
or your father will have you for dinner.
- Yes, Mam.
- Go on.
The Ward residence?
Who's asking?
I understand there's a seventh son
of a seventh son that lives here.
Do not say there is not, for I know
that there is. I'm in a hurry.
Bit hungry as well.
My compliments to the cook.
You're welcome.
So...
which one is the seventh?
What is your name, boy?
Thomas Ward.
He's strong.
Does a lot of work around the farm.
So, the dealing has begun.
That's the man. From my visions.
It's too dangerous.
- He's a Spook.
- 'Tis a noble profession.
And your last apprentice?
And the one before him?
What happened to them?
- And now you come here for my son?
- I'm supposed to go with him.
He is a bit scrawny for a seventh son.
I dreaded the thought of this day.
But I knew it would come.
Then you understand.
I know you better
than you think I do, Tom.
Be wise.
Be careful.
Remember,
all you ever need is inside you.
Just don't be afraid to look.
Your pendant.
No, I can't...
Wear it.
Always.
Keep him safe!
Alas, good lady,
that is a vow I cannot make.
My queen.
At last, you have returned.
The Spook, what has he done to you?
Not just me. All of us.
Burned, starved...
and forced into hiding.
The Spook has no mercy.
My spy follows him.
You needn't fear Gregory any longer,
my beautiful sister.
Thank you, my queen.
Make way! Make way!
It is near impossible
to battle demons with wet feet.
Here.
This is to get your boots fixed.
I will pick up provisions.
- Provisions.
- Liquids...
needed to ward off evil spirits.
- Fermented liquids?
- Lest I forget,
pick up grease, salt, flour and bacon.
I'm starting to wish I was a sixth son.
Burn her!
Burn the witch! Burn the witch!
Wait! Wait!
If she's a witch,
then I'll deal with her.
And who are you?
I am Master Gregory's apprentice.
It's true. I saw the Spook
going into the tavern.
And in my expert opinion...
she's extremely dangerous.
- No.
No, I can't take her away
and dispose of her.
But I'll need salt, flour and grease.
Go!
And throw in some bacon as payment.
So, what are you going to do
with me, Mr. Apprentice?
I'm not sure yet.
- You don't believe that I'm a witch?
- You don't look like a witch.
Do you really think
you'll make it as a Spook?
That's the idea.
You seem too nice.
You know that all of his apprentices
were killed, don't you?
What's your name?
Tom. What's yours?
- I'll tell you next time.
- Whoa.
Next time?
I read fortunes.
We will meet again.
Just don't tell your master about me.
Why not?
You don't like secrets?
Close your eyes.
Why?
Just close your eyes.
Mother?
Yes, it's me.
- How's it possible? You look...
- Is this your daughter?
Are you a loyal girl...
like your mother?
So this is your spy
that follows Gregory.
I like your shoes.
Human father.
Lizzie, you surprise me.
Help yourself to the blood cakes,
little one.
They give you strength.
Soon the blood moon will be full,
and as it grows stronger,
so do all of us.
We must call the others.
brothers and sisters.
Your queen has returned.
Do not dally, Mr. Ward.
What kind of forest is this?
When you address me,
address me as Master Gregory.
So... Master Gregory,
if... if I'm your new apprentice,
- what happened to the old one?
- Wrong question.
Wrong questions get wrong answers.
So he's dead.
It is just a ghast. Level-six creature.
These woods are filled with them.
Try not to upset it.
What do you know
of what a Spook actually does?
You kill creatures of the dark.
Your answer...
it fills me with confidence.
We tend the creatures of the dark.
Some are less harmful, such as ghasts.
The most dangerous, such as witches,
we trap or kill.
My last apprentice wrote this all down.
Yeah. And he's dead.
Well, I'm just saying maybe
he didn't do everything right.
William Bradley was the finest
apprentice I've ever had.
He died at the hands of Mother Malkin.
The witch queen?
I thought she was just a legend.
You live in a world now
where legend and nightmare are real.
Malkin is alive.
Pendle Mountain, where she no doubt hides.
Mr. Ward.
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