Witchfinder General Page #3

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and calls him Lord.

Oh, with the priest himself a witch, there'll

be others corrupted, too, I'm thinking.

You enjoy torture, don't you, Stearne?

And you, sir?

-Goodbye, sir.

-God be with you, Richard.

-Goodbye, Richard.

-Goodbye, Sara. I'll see you again soon.

Given up ale for star-gazing, Tom Salter?

Not star-gazing, Master Marshall. Waiting.

What for?

Matthew Hopkins, a lawyer.

Must be important,

that you wait after dark.

-It is, that.

-Aye.

Well, if I see a lawyer on the road,

I'll tell him you're here.

How far is it to Brandeston, friend?

-About three miles.

-Thank you.

-Are you the lawyer?

-Aye.

-Name of Hopkins?

-Aye, Matthew Hopkins.

-And this is my assistant, John Stearne.

-Why do you want to know, soldier?

There's some men from the village

back there, waiting for you.

Aye, they sent for us.

What would a lawyer want in Brandeston?

A man who may not be

what he seems to be. Come Stearne.

-John Lowes is his name.

-An evil man.

-A papist.

-Yeah, burning candles and all.

That is no proof of witchcraft in itself.

Dressed himself in devil's garments,

he did.

-And made unholy signs.

-Yeah, he did. I saw him.

I will find out the truth for you.

Have no fear, friends.

Yes?

John Lowes?

So, it has come to this.

You accuse me, a priest,

of working with the Devil.

We can only judge by the evidence.

And there's a lot of that, old man.

I reject your accusations totally.

He's going to give us trouble.

A simple confession, priest,

that's all we ask.

Help us.

We've got a lot of work to do

in Brandeston.

Leave my house, the pair of you.

I told you he was going to be difficult.

I reject your foul suggestions!

Leave here at once!

All you reject is the true God!

Take him, Stearne.

Look for the Devil's marks upon him.

Right. Help us, you two.

-Look, he still prays to Satan.

-Get on with your task.

If the Devil made you a priest, he's going

to have hidden his mark with a lot of care.

To what purpose is this?

When the Devil buys a soul, he marks

the person's flesh, so we will know him.

If such a mark is pricked,

no blood will flow, nor pain be felt.

Mistress Sara? Mistress Sara?

They've come for him.

Seems Satan has hidden

his mark well, Matthew.

Set him to running.

Quick, then, you two, around the table.

And keep him moving.

You would be his niece.

-Your name, child?

-Sara.

I am Matthew Hopkins, Witchfinder.

Being his niece,

you, too, may be corrupted by Satan.

No, not his niece.

A foundling,

taken in by him and his housekeeper.

-Are you telling me the truth, child?

-Yes, yes, of course.

When she died, I became his servant.

And you've remained innocent

all of these years?

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