The Crucible Page #8

- Abby, I'm here!

- No, Mary, don't come down!

- I'm not hurting her!

- Why does she see you up there?

- She sees nothing!

- She sees nothing!

- Have you compacted with the devil?

- Never. Never!

- Never! Never!

- Never! Never!

- Why must they repeat you?

- They're sporting!

- They're sporting!

- They're sporting!

- Abby, stop it.

- Abby, stop it!

- Stop it!

- Stop it!

- Stop it!

- Stop it!

What brought you to this turnabout,

Mary Warren? Has the devil got to you?

God damns all liars, Mary.

Have you made compact with the devil

to destroy this investigation?

Hold to the truth!

What brought this change in you?

You have made compact with the devil,

have you not?

She's spreading her wings!

She's coming down!

Look out! She's coming down!

Put an end to this now!

I'm telling you, sir!

I know this girl! She's entirely false!

They'll run into the sea!

Stop! Stop them!

Get your hands off me!

Don't touch me!

You're the devil's man!

I go your way no more!

I love God.

He bid you do the devil's work?

He come at me by night to sign.

Sign what?

The devil's book?

He come with a book?

My name! He want my name! "I'll murder

you," he says, "if my wife hangs. "

"We must go and overthrow the court,"

he says.

No! I go your way no more!

- This girl's gone wild!

- I love God.

I bless God!

Oh, Abby.

John Proctor!

I have seen your power!

You are combined with Antichrist!

You will not deny it!

Excellency, this man...

I'll hear nothing from you, Mr. Hale!

Will you confess yourself befouled

with hell?

Or do you

keep that black allegiance yet?

What say you?

I say you are pulling heaven down...

and raising up a whore!

I say God is dead!

Do you hear him?

Do you hear him?

John Proctor, you're dead!

I quit this court!

For having committed the crime

of witchcraft...

Rebecca Nurse, George Jacobs...

Mary Easty, John Willard...

Martha Corey, Elizabeth Howe...

John Proctor, Elizabeth Proctor...

Mary Sibber, Hannah Bellows...

Bridget Bishop, and Sarah Osborne...

are from this church,

with all its blessings...

and every hope of heaven,

hereby excommunicate.

No!

No!

No! I'm innocent!

I'm innocent. Oh!

I am no witch!

You'll all burn in hell!

Uhh! Ah!

Purge your contempt...

and give us the name of

the man that accused Putnam.

You will say it, Corey.

Speak, man!

We cannot relent!

What say you, Corey?

More... weight.

Lay on.

You are commanded by the court.

Lay on!

Aah!

I cannot sleep, sir.

A woman comes to my

bed every night now...

and tears at my eyes.

Can you make out who she may be?

I believe she be

Reverend John Hale's wife, sir.

You must be mistaken, my child.

The wife of a minister is not likely...

Satan may reach anyone, sir.

Why then, absolutely no one...

in the world is safe...

Is that your meaning?

You are mistaken, child.

You understand me?

The Williams girl.

Come away from her.

God forgive you, Abigail Williams.

I beseech you, Thomas.

It must end... now.

It has struck the people very hard...

that so many will not confess.

There's a faction here, Thomas,

feeding on that noose.

They're sick of hanging.

I tell you, Samuel, I shall not rest...

until every inch of this province...

belongs again to God.

Quickly.

I've got it.

They mean to take you this morning.

There's a ship in Boston harbor.

It's bound for the Barbados.

I have money for the guard.

I never dreamed any of this for you.

I wanted you was all.

Listen to me, John.

I have money.

We could see tomorrow on the ocean.

The jailer will let you go.

Let me call him.

I must board ship, John.

Will you not speak?

It's not on a ship we'll meet again,

Abigail...

but in hell.

- Vanished?

- She's run off with 31.

Ha! I am penniless.

Mr. Parris...

you are a...

brainless man!

Excellency, hear me.

I beg you.

Let us postpone

more hangings for a time.

Now, these three that must die

this morning...

John Proctor, Rebecca Nurse,

Martha Corey...

They have great weight yet in the town.

Now, if you let them stand upon

the scaffold...

and send up some innocent prayer...

then they will wake a vengeance on you.

Then Proctor must confess.

Now.

He must confess.

Please give me some water.

Where are you going with her?

Where are you taking her?

Pray, be at your ease.

We come not for your life.

We...

Mr. Hale.

John is marked to hang this morning.

I have no connection

with the court, Goody Proctor.

I come to save your husband's life.

Do you understand me?

We must help John give them the

lie they demand.

It is no lie.

You cannot speak of lies.

It is a lie.

They're innocent.

I tell you, woman...

life is God's most precious gift.

No principle, however glorious...

may justify the taking of it.

Will you plead with him?

Let him give his lie.

It may be that God damns a liar less...

than he that throws away his life

for pride.

I think that may be

the devil's argument.

Are you stone?

He will die with the morning...

but if he will confess...

you shall both be at home tomorrow.

I promise nothing...

but let me speak with him alone.

The child?

It grows.

Oh...

No word of the boys.

They're well.

Rebecca's Francis keeps them.

But you have not seen them.

I have not.

They come for my life now.

I'm thinking I will confess, Elizabeth.

What say you if I give them that?

If I confess?

I cannot judge you, John.

What would you have me do?

As you will, I would have it.

Oh, I want you living, John.

That's sure.

How can I mount the

scaffold like a saint?

I'm not that man.

'Tis a pretense.

My honesty's broke.

Nothing's spoiled giving them this lie

that were not...

rotten long before.

And yet you've not confessed till now.

It's only spite keeps me silent.

It's hard to give a lie to dogs.

I would have

your forgiveness, Elizabeth.

It is not for me to give, John...

if you will not pardon yourself.

It is not my soul, John.

It is yours.

Only be sure that...

whatever you will do it is a good man

does it.

I have sins of my own to count.

It needs a cold wife to prompt lechery.

Oh, enough.

Enough.

It's better that you should know me.

You take my sins upon you.

No. I take my own.

I take my own.

John...

I counted myself so plain...

so poorly made that no honest love

could come to me.

Suspicion kissed you when I did.

I never knew how I should say

my love.

It were a cold house I kept.

Oh, my love.

Oh, my love.

Forgive me. I never knew such

goodness in the world.

Shh, shh.

Oh, John, forgive me.

My love.

Oh, forgive me.

Forgive me.

Oh, shh.

Forgive me.

I want my life!

God be praised!

This is God's work!

Bring out the condemned!

Rebecca Nurse, Martha Corey!

Why must it be written?

Why, for the good instruction of

the village...

this we shall post upon the church door.

Ah... John.

Courage, man.

Your good example may bring them

to God as well.

Hear this!

Goody Nurse.

Now, Mr. Proctor...

did you bind

yourself to the devil's service?

John...

Oh, John, not you.

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