The Crucible Page #2

Witchery's a hanging error...

like they done in Boston two year ago.

You'll only be whipped for trying to

conjure the boys and the dancing.

Now, listen to me, Betty dear.

I've talked to your papa,

and I've told him everything...

so there's nothing to be feared

anymore.

I want my mama.

Your mama's dead and buried!

I'll fly to her!

Let me fly!

Stop it! Betty, come here!

Mama! No! Mama!

Why are you doing this?

I've told him.

He knows now.

You drank blood, Abby.

You didn't tell him that!

You never say that again!

You drank

a charm to kill John Proctor's wife.

No, Abby.

You drank a charm to kill Goody Proctor!

Shut up!

Is she going to die?

Now, look, you... all of you.

We danced.

That is all.

And mark this...

Let anyone breathe a word...

or the edge of a word about the

other things...

and I will come to you in the

black of some terrible night...

and I will bring with me a pointy

reckoning that will shudder you...

and you know I can do it.

I saw Indians smash my dear parent's

head on the pillow next to mine...

and I have seen some

reddish work done at night...

and I can make you wish

you never saw the sun go down.

- Mama!

- No, Betty!

Mama!

Mama! Mama!

- Mama!

- Keep still, you little devil!

Betty! Oh, Betty!

It's when she heard the psalm.

She run straight for the window.

Mark it for a sign, Mr. Parris.

My mother told me that.

There is hard sickness here,

Giles Corey.

So please to keep the quiet.

I've not said a word.

Nobody can testify I've said a word.

Rebecca, I fear we're lost.

She cannot bear to hear the

Lord's name.

That's a notorious sign

of witchcraft afoot, Rebecca.

Mama. Mama.

What have you done?

Goody Nurse, will you go to our Ruth...

and see if you can wake her?

I think she'll wake when she tires

of it.

I am 26 times a grandma.

They can run you bowlegged in

their silly seasons.

So you've sent for Reverend Hale

of Beverly, Mr. Parris?

Only to satisfy all that the devil's

not among us.

- Mr. Proctor.

- Ah, John, come help us.

We are all at sea.

Why did you not call for a meeting

before you decided to look for devils?

Man cannot pick his teeth without

some sort of meeting in this society.

I'm sick of meetings.

Society will not be a bag to swing

around your head, Mr. Putnam.

Peace! Peace!

Dear friends... Mr. Parris,

I think you'd best send...

Reverend Hale back as soon as he come.

This will set us all to arguing again

in the society.

Let us rather blame ourselves

than the devil.

Blame ourselves?

How can we blame ourselves?

I'm one of nine sons.

The Putnam seed have

peopled this province.

And we have but one child left

of eight.

Goody Ann, we can only go to God

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