The Crucible Page #4

There he stood, big as life, him and her...

and Osborne writing her name in

his book with her own red blood!

Your Honors...

I never see the devil in my life.

But I can dance as fast backwards

as I can forwards!

Sit down, I tell you. Sit!

Sit her down!

Let go of me!

You must stop your funning.

You must give up your stories.

You bring me to harm.

Do you hear me?

You bring me to harm.

Oh! Stop hurting me, Goody Osborne!

Help me, Judge Danforth!

What are you doing to these girls?

What do you mumble to make them

so sick?

I was only-only

saying my Commandments.

I hope I may say my Commandments.

Pray, let her recite her Commandments.

Your Grace, I may only say my

Commandments outdoor.

There are ten Commandments.

Do you know any?

You have lied to the court.

I say, you have lied to the court.

Have you not?

I'm innocent to witch.

The devil knows that!

"Then Nebuchadnezzar the King

was astonished...

"and rose up in haste and spake and...

"said unto his counselors...

'Did not we cast three men bound

into the midst of the fire... "'

She's been to the court.

Get out of my garden, you

filthy beast! Whose goat is this?

Take your hands off my goat, woman!

And curb your wicked tongue!

Take your goat!

Get out of my garden!

The devil take you all!

All of you be damned!

Mary Sibber, you are arrested on

suspicion of witchcraft.

Any compact you have made with

the devil you must now confess.

This man is full of spite!

I am no witch!

His goats were eating my food!

These girls are mad!

I warned you once before, Proctor!

That's my lumber!

You're in my bounds!

My land's always run up through the

forest, and I haven't sold any, Putnam.

It is clear in my grandfather's will.

My land...

Your grandfather damn near willed

away my north pasture!

But he knew I'd break his arm if he

tried it. Go on!

Good morning! Morning,

Mr. Putnam!

Order!

Now, Ruth Putnam, when did you

last see Mr. Jacobs?

He come to me two night past...

when I was abed.

Ruth, you are mistaken.

You know me.

I am Mr. Jacobs, your neighbor.

I have 600 acres next to theirs.

She has known me all her life.

He come through my window.

Then he lay down upon me.

I could not take breath.

His body crush heavy upon me...

and he say in my ear...

"Ruth Putnam, I will have your life

if you testify against me in court. "

What say you to this charge,

Mr. Jacobs?

But... Your Honor...

I must have these sticks to walk with.

How may I come through a window?

But you could have sent out your spirit

through a window, could you not?

But how may my spirit go out of

my body?

There's a black man,

whispering at his shoulder.

Ruth Putnam has informed me

that there is a black man...

whispering

in your ear at this very instant.

He's there.

He's whispering. I see him!

I see... I see him.

A black man. The devil is here!

How dare you mock them, Martha Corey!

What else are fools good for?

How do you dare go to Salem again

when I forbade you?

- Stay where you are!

- No! Don't hurt me!

I beg thee, hurt me not!

Get in the house.

Go on!

I made a gift for you today,

Goody Proctor.

Well, thank you.

'Tis a fair poppet.

We must all love each other now.

Go on in.

What ails you, child?

Oh, Mr. Jacobs will hang!

- Hang?

- Aye, and Goody Osborne too.

The Deputy Governor will permit it?

He must...

but not Sarah Good.

She will only sit in jail some time...

for Sarah Good confessed, you see?

I am amazed you do not see...

the weighty work we do.

The devil is loose in Salem, Mr. Proctor.

We must discover where he's hiding.

So I'll be

gone every day for some time.

I am an official of the court now.

I'll thrash the devil out of you.

No! Aah!

I saved her life tonight!

I am accused?

You were somewhat mentioned...

but I told the court

I never seen no sign...

you ever sent your spirit out to

hurt no one, and they dismissed it.

Who accused me?

I am bound by law.

I cannot tell.

Go to bed, Mary.

I'll not be ordered to bed no more,

Mr. Proctor.

I am eighteen and a woman...

however single.

If you wish to sit up, then sit up.

I wish to go to bed.

- Good night then.

- Good night.

The noose is up.

There will be no noose.

Abigail wants me dead, John.

You know it.

Thank you, my dear.

God bless you, child.

I come to tell you to think on what

to do to save yourself.

Say you are blind to spirits,

you cannot see them anymore...

and you will never cry witchery

again.

I know you must speak so, John.

I understand...

but my spirit's changed entirely.

I suffer now.

It's the truth, John, look!

The bite your wife gave me is not

yet healed.

- My wife?

- Saturday she come into my bed...

in the middle of the

night and bited my breast.

My wife has not left

the house this month.

Why must she leave the house

to send her spirit on me?

Don't George Jacobs come jabbing at

me with his walking sticks?

Feel the lumps he give me only

last night.

Oh...

Ah!

George Jacobs is locked up in the jail.

And thank God he is!

They're going to hang him, you know.

- And he prays. He prays in jail.

- May he not pray?

Then torture me at night while he's

praying in the jail like a hypocrite!

And they all are! And thank God I have

the power to cleanse the town of them!

- Hear me.

- Aah!

If you cry words against my wife...

it will be the end of you.

I will not have her condemned!

I am but God's finger, John.

If He would condemn Elizabeth...

- she will be condemned.

- You know me.

If she is condemned, it will be the

end of you.

Samuel, I believe you are sometimes...

not entirely content with us.

Am I correct?

I must tell you, Thomas...

I had not expected so much of our

evidence...

to come from children. Had you?

I had not, but you cannot doubt...

the children are painfully attacked.

No. I see that plainly.

Recall the Gospel, Samuel.

"From the mouths of babes shall

come the truth. "

Aye, aye.

But it is also this Putnam woman.

I wonder if losing her children...

has not distracted her mind.

And Mr. Putnam...

I learn he's in constant disputation...

with his

neighbors over his boundaries...

and then there are some who tell me

he's not honest.

Dear friend...

no court can wait

for saints to provide evidence.

I shall be scrupulously just.

Surely you will rest on that.

I never doubted that, Thomas.

Whoa.

- Mr. Hale.

- Proctor.

Evening to you, sir.

You are Goodwife Proctor?

Aye, sir.

Elizabeth.

I know not if you're aware...

your wife's name is

mentioned in the court.

Our Mary Warren told us.

We're entirely amazed.

I am a stranger here, as you know...

and I find it hard to

draw clear opinion...

of them that are accused...

so I go tonight from house to house.

I come now

from Rebecca Nurse's house.

Rebecca's charged?

Well, God forbid that such a one

be charged...

but she is mentioned somewhat.

Mr. Hale.

I hope that you will never believe...

that Rebecca trafficked with the devil.

Goody Proctor, this is a strange time.

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