Witchfinder General (1968)

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"...things I heard, as it were,

the voice of much people in heaven, saying,

"Hallelujah.

"Salvation and glory and power

is to our God.

"For true and just are his judgments,

"who hath judged the great harlot

which corrupted...

"...with her fornication,

"and hath revenged the blood

of his servants, at her hands.

"Come, gather yourselves together

to the great supper of God.

"That you may eat the flesh of kings,

and the flesh of tribunes,

"and the flesh of mighty men,

and the flesh of horses,

"and of them that sit on them,

and the flesh of all freemen and bondmen,

"and of little and of great.

"And I saw the beast,

and the kings of the earth,

"and their armies gathered together

to make w*r with him

"that sat upon the horse..."

Bring on some water!

"And the beast was taken,

and with him the false prophet,

"who wrought signs before him,

"wherewith he seduced them

who received the character of the beast,

"and who adored his image.

"These two were cast alive into

the pool of fire, burning with brimstone.

"And the rest were slain by the sword

of him that sitteth upon the horse...

"...and all the birds were filled

with their flesh."

The year is 1645.

England is in the grip of bloody civil w*r.

On the one side stand the Royalist party

of King Charles,

on the other, Cromwell's Parliamentary

party, the Roundheads.

The structure of law and order

has collapsed.

Local magistrates indulge

their individual whims,

justice and injustice are dispensed

in more or less equal quantities

and without opposition,

an atmosphere in which

the unscrupulous revel

and the likes of Matthew Hopkins

take full advantage of the situation.

In a time where the superstitions

of country folk are still a powerful factor,

Hopkins preys upon them,

torturing and k*lling in a supposed drive

to eliminate witchcraft from the country

and doing so with the full blessing

of what law there is.

However, his influence is confined largely

to the eastern sector of the country,

East Anglia, which is held firmly

in Cromwell's grasp,

but not so firmly that

the Roundhead cavalry patrols

have everything their own way,

for there still exists

an ever-present threat

from the remnants of the Royalist armies,

desperately foraging

for food, horses and supplies.

-Stop that, Richard.

-What?

-What you're thinking.

-What am I thinking?

Ungodly thoughts of your Sara,

that's my guess.

Thoughts of Sara, yes. Ungodly?

Depends on how you look at it.

And you, a supporter of Cromwell...

-Hold your talking, you two.

-Yes, sir. Of course, sir.

We'll be stopping in a few minutes

to give the horses a rest.

You can gabble all you want then.

Fifteen minutes

and we'll be on our way again.

Get down. Royalist sn*pers.

Probably only a few of them

after food and horses.

We'll flush the b*stards out in no time.

Marshall, you stop behind

to keep an eye on the nags.

The rest of you follow me

and keep spread out.

-Captain, look! There's one!

-I see him! Follow!

Harcourt, this way.

Robert?

Captain?

Captain Gordon, is that you?

We're here, trooper Marshall.

It's quite all right.

-Getting a bit nervous, were you, lad?

-Aye, just a bit, sir.

Well, no need to worry.

We got them all, I reckon...

Not quite all. One of them got away, sir,

though I put my sword in him first.

We'd better move on

out of this wood, then.

If he has got away,

he could still be dangerous.

Swallow, bury Brace's body

as soon as you can.

Look out, sir!

-Thank you, trooper Marshall.

-He was trying to k*ll you, sir.

-I gather that, trooper.

-It was a lucky shot, sir.

Yes.

Nevertheless, it could have

ended my career for good.

Right, we move out.

Swallow, join us as soon as

you've finished your business here.

Harcourt, give him a hand

to remove the bodies.

Yes, sir.

So, you granted young Richard

here leave, did you, Captain?

-I did.

-Aye, two days.

Then you'll be away to see your girl,

I suppose. And how will she greet you?

Just promoted cornet

for k*lling King's men.

She knows my reasons for fighting

and it's only while the trouble lasts.

What are you laughing at?

Leave him be, Robert.

Can't you see he's in love?

Aye, I'm not ashamed of it, either.

A toast, lads,

to the lovely women of Suffolk.

And may they keep their beds warm

for General Cromwell's gallant men.

Come on, boy. Nearly home.

Well!

Master Marshall, welcome.

I trust you're well, sir.

My body is as strong as ever,

but the w*r continues?

-Aye, we still fight.

-And why...

Well, my company's recruiting.

I have two days' leave.

-Then you must eat with us this evening.

-I thank you, sir.

We still have good food

for all you soldiers take it from us.

And ale. Come, we shall drink together.

After your experience,

it is likely our village has grown

a little smaller for you, eh, Richard?

Not so much smaller

as lacking in promise, perhaps.

In Ipswich or Cambridge,

a man might find better opportunities.

Richard, if you took Sara to wife...

You mean, you'd give us your blessing?

You would take her away from here?

You honor me, sir,

but I only have a small farm

that belonged to my father

and my soldier's pay, which is...

I am little concerned

with your ill kept lands.

And still less for the silver you get

for k*lling good Christians.

Well, forgive me. That was unjust.

But there is trouble coming to this village

and I want Sara far away

before it arrives.

Surely Suffolk should be free

from the King's armies.

It's not only the King's armies

which bring death this year.

A lack of order in the land

encourages strange ideas.

You mean more rebellion?

I'm sorry,

you have worries enough already.

But give me your word that

you will soon take Sara away from here

and you shall ask her consent tonight.

-You have my word on that, sir.

-Good, Richard. Good.

That's right, my dear.

Master Richard Marshall.

Farm boy into soldier.

Welcome back, Master Marshall.

I'm glad to be back, Mistress Sara.

By the way, Sara,

I expect the meal at the usual time.

Yes, Uncle.

Your uncle has agreed to our marriage.

Richard.

Oh, the army has taught you

rough manners.

Sara, why is he frightened?

There have been threats to us

since you were last here.

-Threats? Why?

-We've been called papists and idolaters,

and filth chalked up on the walls.

They say we're King's creatures

and should be pilloried and worse.

Who says these things?

We've become outcasts in our own village.

Rest easy.

Now, no one shall harm you.

I put my oath to that.

Have you arranged a day

for the wedding, Richard?

No, sir.

Much depends on how the armies move.

Remember, it must be soon.

But how certain are your fears

of this danger?

Perhaps just an old man's bad dream,

and being an old man,

I must early to my bed.

-Good night, my dear.

-Good night, Uncle.

Oh, and Sara, remember to see

the doors are well bolted.

Yes, Uncle.

And Richard,

don't keep Mistress Sara up too late.

Country women need full eight hours

in their beds

if they're to be proper wives and mothers.

-Goodnight, Cornet.

-Goodnight, sir.

And will you make a proper wife

and mother, Sara?

I still have much to learn, Richard.

I'll teach you.

Now, didn't your uncle just say

you must early to bed?

-He did.

-And isn't he a wise man?

-He is.

-Right.

How much further, Matthew?

You will not call me Matthew.

I'm not one of your drinking cronies,

carousing and wenching in the taverns.

Aye, you're not that, sir.

Remember, John Stearne, you ride with

me only because you help me in my work.

-Oh, you call it work?

-It's the Lord's work, a noble thing...

And a profitable one.

The Good Lord paying in silver

for every hanging.

That is blasphemy, Stearne.

Hold your tongue.

I'm merely an honest man

who helps you get your confessions.

The law has prescribed due methods

of interrogation.

And I have been blessed with the skills

to carry them out.

Oh, stop your gabbling.

We have work to do in Brandeston.

Who is it this time?

-The message tells of a priest.

-A priest?

One who gives worship to Satan

and calls him Lord.

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

be others corrupted, too, I'm thinking.

You enjoy t*rture, 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?

Yes, sir, entirely.

-I trust you know the old man?

-Better than anyone.

In private talk, we may shed some light

on his innocence.

Private?

Yes, away from the distraction

of the crowd.

Perhaps in the quiet of your room tonight,

you might be able to help me

prove him guiltless.

Would you release him now?

You might be convinced tonight

that this is all needless.

And you will make every effort to present

the facts to me?

-You may come to my room tonight, sir.

-At what hour?

At 8:00, if you'll release him now.

All right. He can sleep in the jail,

and we'll be rid of him.

Come on!

Get up, you papist b*stard!

-Has he confessed yet?

-Not a word.

-Well, then stop this.

-But he hasn't confessed.

Take him to the jail. We'll continue

the interrogation tomorrow.

-Jail...

-You heard what he said.

Quiet down, you animal.

You know what, Marston? There

were these couple of right filthy girls,

filthy they were!

Horrible to behold, horrible!

-Witches?

-Yes, both of them.

We hanged them, Matthew and me.

Matthew. You know Matthew,

he's my partner.

Did it take you long to get

a confession out of them, John?

Well, a couple of days with one of them,

the other one...

Do you want more ale, sir?

Go on, then? Come on.

What about the other one?

-Tell us about her.

-Oh, yeah, the other one.

Now, she was a real strange one, she was.

Loved us for it,

like she wanted to get strung up.

Reckon that was the only bit

of excitement she ever had.

Well, go on, then, Mr. Stearne.

Go on.

Sara, I've come to question you.

You came here for a purpose, sir.

I came here to get your evidence

about the priest.

He's been kind to me.

Perhaps he had a motive.

Men sometimes have strange motives

for the things they do.

I know.

My motive in coming here was

to find the truth.

How about the priest, Master Hopkins?

We'll have done with him in a day or two.

Have no fear, child.

-He's been good to me in his way.

-He is an idolater.

He must confess and die.

Stearne will see to that.

Oh, no, please!

Don't let him be harmed, please!

You seek to protect a witch

from rightful justice?

Oh, no, not that,

but couldn't he be kept in a cell?

He could do no harm from a prison cell.

Oh, please!

But justice must be done, my dear.

Grant me this.

Please, Matthew.

Past noon,

you unkempt lout. Get up!

Get away!

I need air.

-Where's the priest?

-Where you put him, in the jail.

We'll get him out

and start questioning him, then, eh?

-No.

-What?

-He stays where he is.

-But we have no confession at all.

I said we'll leave him in the cell.

All right, then. All right.

What about the women? When are

we going to start interrogating them?

I hear tell they've a good few witches

around this place.

-When you're in fit condition.

-I'm fighting-fit as it is.

Oh, and where were you

last night, Matthew?

-I hear tell you've been a-wandering.

-You hear tell too much, man.

You, there, old man.

Master Hopkins, the Witchfinder,

he says you're to be kept here,

interrogated no further.

-Where are you off to, John?

-I'm going for a walk.

By myself.

Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!

Tell me that! Come on! Tell me!

Confess, witch!

-Tell us your foul iniquities!

-No!

Your familiars, woman. Confess!

Stop. For God's sake, stop.

Quiet, old man, and be thankful

you're not getting the same.

How many of them? A dog? A ferret?

Come on, tell them!

John. The Witchfinder, he's coming.

I trust you are using

the prescribed methods, Stearne?

Naturally.

Has she confessed?

Well, give me time.

She's only been here an hour.

Continue with the interrogation.

I shall be gone for a while.

You're always going off somewhere, sir,

aren't you?

-What do you mean?

-Nothing.

I've been called over the hill

to the next village.

I shall be back by tomorrow.

You will remain in charge here.

Carry on your work

while you're away, aye, sir?

Indeed.

-And the priest?

-I said to leave him be.

What do you want?

-You.

-Where's Master Hopkins?

-Gone.

-Gone?

-Where?

-Just gone.

He's left me in charge.

No! No!

No!

And don't think I don't know

why the old priest is being spared, eh?

Stearne, the priest.

I've changed my mind.

Confess!

Confess.

He confessed. You heard him.

I've heard nothing yet, Master Hopkins.

Refresh Master Salter's memory, Stearne.

You heard him.

You did, too.

Yes, Master Hopkins.

Witnesses.

Get up, you blasted witch! Get up!

Come on!

You are, all of you, confessed idolaters.

However, these proceedings shall be

carried out through due process of law.

What law demands, we shall satisfy.

You will each be tied in a prescribed

fashion, and cast into the moat.

Should you then sink, we will know

that your confessions are false.

If on the other hand

you are seen to swim or float,

then your confessions of witchcraft

are proven beyond a doubt

in the sight of God.

And you will be withdrawn from the water

and hanged by the neck

until you are dead.

You can't hang me. The law forbids it!

I'm with child.

And who would want

to make you pregnant, witch?

Quiet. Stearne, go on with your task.

Oh, God, help me!

-No!

-No!

-No!

-Help me...

Hey, look! One of them is gone already.

They swim.

-The mark of Satan is upon them.

-Give us a hand here! Come on!

They must hang.

She was innocent.

God forgive you, Matthew Hopkins.

Jailer,

take them to the tree.

The money from the magistrate,

nine guineas in silver.

Good. Now we can leave.

-Good morning, soldier.

-Good morning.

What'll you be after in the way

of horses, then, aye?

A dozen or so for General Cromwell's

armies up north.

Well, lost a few, have you?

Aye, at Cheriton Wood.

That's a pretty sorry looking bunch

of old nags you got in there, friend.

-The best we could find.

-Then they'll have to do.

-A dozen you say, eh?

-Aye.

We'll be back in Suffolk soon where,

thank God, they still breed strong horses.

Oh, I doubt you'll find much better there.

I'm just back from those parts.

The mounts up there are much like these.

Have you been through

Brandeston at all, man?

Brandeston? Aye.

And a fine commotion

they're stirring up there.

What, over you taking their horses?

No, nothing like that. A mass hanging.

-Who?

-Witches, I heard.

Two women and a priest.

-Where was the priest from, man?

-Brandeston, I suppose.

A brave old boy for all his white hairs.

Was he a friend of yours?

Two troopers, Gifford and Harcourt,

will be here directly.

Have them take these horses here

back to the regiment

and report that I'm delayed.

I'll join them further north.

Do you understand?

Yes, but where will you be going to?

Anything else?

Sara!

Sara?

Sara!

Sara.

Sara!

Sara!

Sara!

They took him and k*lled him.

They said he was an idolater.

I know, I heard.

-Sara...

-One of them, the Witchfinder,

he...

He...

I didn't want to...

I thought I could save him.

I thought they'd have pity.

We kneel before thee, oh, Lord, in humility

to ask for a blessing on our union.

We ask for forgiveness of our sins

and strength to lead righteous lives

as man and wife.

We pray also for the soul of thy servant,

John Lowes.

May he know eternal peace.

And it is in thy sight, oh, Lord,

that I hereby swear

I shall not rest from

the pursuit of his murderers

till they stand before thee,

ready to answer to thee for their sins.

Take this money and whatever you need

from the rectory and go to Lavenham.

-You'll be safer there.

-I will, Richard.

Find lodgings and stay there.

I'll come to you.

I love you very much.

Oh, Richard!

Shepherd, I seek two men.

Witchfinders, they call themselves.

They were said to be headed this way.

-Matthew Hopkins and his assistant?

-Aye.

I've heard they're in Hoxne, about

four miles yonder, but I can't be sure.

Thank you, Shepherd.

Get out!

Oh, come on, Johnny, give us a kiss.

-Oh, get away from me.

-Stop it, you dirty rascal!

Stop it!

Here, I'll bet you two pennies.

-Ale, soldier?

-Aye, to wash the dust from my throat.

-Another one for you?

-Aye, get a move on with it.

She's got a powerful thirst still.

Landlord, I'm looking for a man

called Hopkins.

-I heard he was coming this way.

-Matthew Hopkins?

-Would you know where he is, friend?

-Aye, he's gone to Cambridge today.

But you got an accusation to make,

I'll get your confession for you.

I do the pricking, you know, not Matthew.

I'm your man, friend.

John Stearne, they call me.

I'm husband to Sara Lowes.

-You all right, friend?

-Yeah.

-You better get out of here.

-Yeah, I'm going, don't worry.

As for you, soldier, you are coming down

to see the magistrate.

Am I? Not with you.

Quick, Matthew!

For God's sake, Stearne,

what have you done? Who was that?

-Richard Marshall.

-Who?

He's married to the girl, Sara.

-How did he find you?

-He was looking for you.

He found out about Brandeston.

We're going to have to separate.

I won't run from him.

We have work to do down south

in Lavenham.

Not me. He's after our blood.

Seems to me he's already had

some of yours.

Well, he's not going to have any more,

you understand?

You're forgetting our powers.

He could be a witch.

He's a man who's out to k*ll both of us.

Then it appears to me that we should

take steps to see to his death first.

Come. We travel to Lavenham.

I full well understand

your feelings, Cornet,

but you're an officer of the army,

a soldier,

and desertion is punishable by death.

However, in this case,

there are two factors

which will stay me from subjecting you

to a full court-martial.

One, we are grouped here at Naseby

in preparation for a major as*ault

on the Royalist armies.

We need every man we can get.

And you're a pretty good soldier,

most of the time.

Thank you, sir.

Secondly, I would sleep ill

if I had to send to the gallows

a man who had saved my life.

But, Cornet, remember this.

If you should leave your command again,

I will have no alternative but to throw

the whole weight of military law

against you.

-Understand?

-Yes, sir.

Dismissed, Cornet.

And may God help you in your search,

Cornet Marshall.

Robert, hello.

-Richard, you're back.

-Aye.

-What happened with the Captain?

-Nothing.

I heard about Brandeston, Richard.

Hopkins and Stearne.

-I'll find them somewhere.

-But what can you do?

What proof have you

that they committed any crime?

-I've got Sara's word on it.

-Is that enough for the magistrates?

-There'll be no magistrates involved.

-What do you mean?

We'll talk more later, Richard.

We must be on our way.

We're after horses for this skirmish

that's coming up.

-All right.

-Come on.

Parliament men,

comrades of friend Marshall.

There's some good ones

coming now, look.

-Hey!

-Let's make a run for it, shall we,

-while we can.

-Be calm.

Yeah, but if they find out

who we are, they'II...

They won't. Come on.

That's a fine horse you've got there, friend.

The army needs mounts of such caliber.

I am not selling.

But you will get your money

when the w*r's over.

You don't appear to understand.

I am not selling.

Oh, but you are selling, friend.

And we'll take that one, there, too.

So you filthy soldiers can

butcher my mare?

Sergeant, he thinks we're filthy soldiers.

Do you hear?

Aye, I heard.

You can't go saying things like that, friend.

What he needs is a little army discipline.

I hear you need more pikemen

in your platoon, Sergeant.

You'll pay for this!

Good horse you had, there.

Cost a pretty penny, I reckon.

We robbed the canteen mint.

A right jester, he is.

Yeah, well, a day's fighting in Cromwell's

army will soon cure your wit, my lad.

I am not doing any fighting,

neither for the King

or your precious Cromwell, either.

-You mark that well, soldier.

-Yeah, you coward.

Just like your friend.

-Matthew Hopkins is no friend of mine.

-Hopkins?

The fancy boy who just made a fool

of your cavalry, comrade.

-You rode with him.

-I had reasons.

-He pays you?

-We were partners.

-In what business?

-Extermination.

-Eh?

-And what does that mean?

Now,

Matthew Hopkins, sir.

-Adequate, very adequate.

-We did our best, sir.

Lavenham has served me well,

Master Webb.

Now I must find out how I can serve you.

They're all women, sir.

Strange, isn't it, how much iniquity

the Lord vested in the female?

Pardon, sir?

-Who makes the accusations?

-Myself, sir. I'm representing the town.

-How many?

-Three, sir.

And what age?

Well, two are young, sir,

Elizabeth Clark and Mary Reynolds.

The other's worn and old.

Fetch the young pair here to me.

What of the other hag?

Well, the old ones are more sensible.

It's the young ones who are stubborn.

They require time.

Oh, I see.

-Sir?

-Yes, man?

Your assistant, sir. We were told

he, too, would be coming to Lavenham.

He's engaged elsewhere.

He's fighting for the Parliamentary cause.

Oh. He will be joining you here, sir?

I really can't say.

-You can manage without him?

-Of course.

-I apologize...

-No.

Not only can I manage without him,

but I intend to instigate

a new method of execution,

and you, Master Webb,

you shall aid me in carrying it out.

-What's that, sir?

-You'll see.

It's a fitting end for the foul ungodliness

in womankind.

Yes, sir.

Now, fetch that young pair here.

Sir.

An excellent meal, gentlemen.

There is little I find so satisfying

as good food after a well-earned victory.

-Wouldn't you agree?

-Entirely, General.

The conflict at Naseby, sir, will go down

as a triumph of your strategy.

Perhaps.

I would rather that it went down as

a triumph for the forces of true godliness.

Nevertheless, your name will symbolize

the victory, sir.

Whether I like it or not, eh, Captain?

That cornet you so highly recommended

to me, is he to join us?

He's coming now, General Cromwell.

Good.

Amongst the most pleasurable aspects

of victory, gentlemen,

is the opportunity it affords

to reward valor.

It ranks almost with good food.

-Cornet Marshall, sir.

-All right. Rest, Cornet.

Your captain has told me about you.

-He says you're a good soldier.

-Thank you, sir.

He recommends that

I promote you to captain.

I thank you, sir.

I have a special mission for you, Captain.

Take three men

and ride back into East Anglia.

The King has escaped us and is rumored

to be making for the Norfolk coast.

If that is the case, find and apprehend him

before he can escape to the continent.

-It's an honor, sir.

-Pick your men. Start at once.

If you find the King,

you will escort him then to Norwich.

If not, join us in the west.

Good luck, Captain.

Shall we rest up for the night, Richard?

We've got a job to do.

We'll go on till we've done it.

Do you mean looking for the King?

Or finding Hopkins and Stearne?

Both.

Richard, you can't go off and desert again.

I don't plan to desert!

But supposing you do find out

where they are?

Then I shall take temporary leave again.

For God's sake, Richard,

I know how you feel,

but to risk court-martial

to k*ll Parliament's own appointees,

you'll be hanged yourself.

Robert! I've taken an oath.

I won't break it!

-It's madness!

-It's justice!

It's my justice.

And what about

one of them, sir?

You won't find better horseflesh

in the whole of Suffolk.

So, how much you going to try

to drag out of me if I take that one?

-He's yours for a couple of guineas, sir.

-A guinea.

A guinea and a half for getting me

out of bed at this hour of the morning.

-One guinea.

-And a quarter?

I'll quarter you.

-You drive a hard bargain, sir.

-Yeah.

And where would you be heading

that you need a horse in such a hurry?

-To find my partner.

-Your partner, eh?

And what line of business

might you be in?

God's business, witch-finding.

Witch-finding. Oh, that's nice.

That's very nice.

You wouldn't make it a guinea

and a quarter, would you?

Do you know a man

called Matthew Hopkins?

-You know where he is?

-I heard tell of such a man down south.

Lavenham, I believe.

What's he doing in Lavenham?

Extracting confessions, I don't doubt.

You let me have

that four-legged cr*pple now!

This happened three days ago.

Why didn't you report it

to the militia then?

How should we know

it was the King himself?

A stranger, obviously a townsman,

tries to hire a boat to cross to France

-and you suspect nothing?

-When the country's torn by civil w*r?

I didn't know there was a w*r on

till you gentlemen told me so.

Oh, come on, Richard.

We'd better go back.

Aye, I suppose so. I want to pass through

Lavenham and see how Sara is.

-Lavenham?

-Aye, how far is it from here?

About two days ride, I reckon.

They got more excitement over there

than any of your city folk's wars.

-What do you mean?

-They're burning witches there, I hear.

-Some such rigmarole.

-They're in Lavenham!

Richard!

Elizabeth! Elizabeth!

Oh, God!

-All is ready, Master Hopkins?

-Aye.

Proceed with the executions, then.

Bring forth Elizabeth Clark.

Right. Siegel, fetch the rope.

-Get the rope.

-Oh, come on, you little b*tch!

No! Help!

No!

No!

-Lower away.

-Slowly, now. Keep her slow.

Elizabeth!

Master Hopkins,

there are two more to be burned.

Yes, Magistrate. Master Webb, the others!

Here you are, 12 guineas in silver.

To be spent in the service

of our Lord, Magistrate.

We must thank you for your good work,

Master Witchfinder.

Thank you, Magistrate, for your aid.

-Witchfinder!

-Greetings, Stearne.

Is that all you've got to say after

leaving me there with Cromwell's men?

Well, I provided us both

with the opportunity to escape.

Only you did and I was captured.

Fortunes of w*r, Stearne.

You know me well enough to know that

I wouldn't hesitate to fire and k*ll you.

Aye, you would that.

I hold all human life dearly, Stearne,

especially my own.

Oh, come now.

-You've escaped and all is well.

-Maybe.

I even saved your share of the pay

even though I did all of the work myself.

Now, are you going to be sensible

or do I k*ll you?

By the way, do you know

what they call me now?

What?

Witchfinder General.

There are those who think that I should be

appointed such for all of England,

appointed by Parliament.

Here! Look.

-Sara. She's here.

-Very nice, eh, Matthew?

No, you fool.

Don't you realize that if she's here,

that trooper must be around, too?

-But he's away fighting.

-Suppose he got leave after Naseby.

Where do you think he'd go?

To see her, of course.

-We better move along then, eh?

-No.

That man, Marshall,

is not going to give up.

He's proved that to us already.

Then we have to get him

before he gets us, right?

We have the power to do it, legally.

-Prove him a witch, huh?

-Exactly.

-He'd never confess, not that one.

-On his own, no.

But if we had him and the girl?

Yeah, she's the niece of a man

we ex*cuted for witchcraft.

And Marshall is her husband.

I owe that jumped-up plowboy

a seeing-to.

Go out and ask around.

Find out if he's been seen.

If not, we'll tarry here a while

until he does arrive.

-Who is it?

-Sara, open the door. It's me.

Richard?

They were here, Hopkins and Stearne.

I didn't know what to do.

I saw them in the street.

-I didn't know if they saw me or not.

-I know.

I know.

Well, I'll be in the tavern

with the others, then.

He's here, Matthew! Just arrived.

-Where's he gone?

-To see the girl.

-Alone?

-Yeah. The three others are in the tavern.

Go and get us an extra man to help.

Where are we going to take them,

Matthew?

Up to the castle.

The magistrate here is very helpful.

That's where you interrogated the others,

is it?

Yes.

Now, hurry to it, man.

What are you going to do?

You say Hopkins arrived two days ago.

Yes, and then he was with the other one

in the street today.

And they haven't left yet?

I'm not sure. I've been too scared to leave.

Come on! Open up in there!

Drop that sword, soldier.

This man accuses you, Sara Lowes,

and you, Richard Marshall,

of consorting with the Devil.

-Is that not so, Master Webb?

-It is that, sir.

Will you describe your evidence to us?

I observed the accused talking

with their familiars

and making the signs of Satan, sir.

And what were these familiars

to which you refer?

Black cat and a stoat, sir.

You're a very observing citizen,

Master Webb.

Well, Sara, do you confess?

And what do you have to say, soldier?

I'm going to k*ll you, Hopkins.

I don't think you'll find that easy.

The law is with me, remember?

And what are you? An accused witch.

They must be submitted to the test.

Take them, Stearne.

Hopkins!

A Royalist sympathizer,

evidently.

But what are we going to do with him?

Leave him. I'll inform the magistrate later.

We have more important work to do.

Come on.

Get moving.

Orders from the magistrate.

Suspected witches.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

-I heard them.

-Where are they taking them?

To the castle to test them.

Test them?

They're accused of witchcraft.

-Harcourt, you come with me.

-Yes, sir.

-Shall I look after him, sir?

-Yes, try and find him a physician.

I've heard much of how

Hopkins conducts his interrogations.

Come on, Harcourt.

All right, Stearne.

No!

Well, Captain Marshall,

do you now confess?

Keep at it, Stearne.

You're doing God's work.

Put her over here.

And you, Master Webb, help him.

Master Hopkins and his assistants,

are they here, man?

-That they are, sir.

-Well, let us pass, then.

You're here to help the Witchfinder?

-We're here to find him, yes.

-Have you a signed pass?

Sara, I'm going to place this iron

on your back.

Should you faint or cry out,

we can only take it that Satan has

intervened to spare you your agony.

However, I could show mercy if...

If Captain Marshall were to confess

to witchcraft first.

But will you do it, sir?

I shall k*ll you.

So, you have no

proper authorization, then.

What do you mean?

-From the magistrate. Authorization.

-Not here with us, no.

Well, we'll go back and get one then.

All right. Then I'll let you pass.

Master Webb,

go and see what is the matter.

Yes, Master Hopkins.

What do we do, Matthew?

We shall carry on with God's work

as before, man.

And fetch Captain Marshall over here.

He shall kneel before his wife

and watch her suffer.

-But Matthew...

-Go do it, man!

Oh, God!

You took him away from me.

You took him from me.

You took him from me.

You took him from me!

You took him from me!

May God have mercy on us all.