(CAWING)
What spurs you to send for us so urgent justice Pike?
There is here, in the village, a young couple who claim their
mother, Elizabeth Gadge, is a sorceress and much talk of her
devilry they do recount.
We will be the judges of what is or is not devilry, sir.
Indeed, we've just ridden from Southampton, where an iron
founder had reported a black imp hopping side to side
in a chimney stack and taunting him that his hair was fair like a maiden.
- How monstrous. - In truth, the imp was nothing
but a carrion crow caught by the leg in a griddle.
Indeed. Things are not always as they seem.
'Tis true, the crow may not have been an imp,
but was, in fact, a familiar and it did tell us when questioned,
the iron founder was himself bedevilled.
The crow did not tell me that Mr Warren.
I heard it say nothing.
What action was served?
We were paid by the mayor quite handsomely and the iron founder
was sent to trial in accordance with our methods.
And was he found guilty?
After several hours, his tongue was made loose.
By what persuasion?
It was cut from his head with tailor scissors, to which he died.
The devil did throttle him that he would not reveal his accomplices.
Your reputations precede you, gentlemen.
News of our witch has spread.
Our inns are thriving with new trade.
Not since the escaped cow has there been such excitement here.
Well, then, let there be investigation and arraignment of
this old woman and in the morning, we will consider how far
Satan prevails amongst you in respect of witchcraft.
Heaven save us.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Have you enough light, Mr Clarke?
It will suffice.
I have a list of fees and expenses thus far,justice Pike.
Yes, of course. It will be paid forthwith.
Linen and sundries, pomade and foot powder,
various inns and dwelling houses
in and of our three day ride and to maintain
the company of our horse. 20 shillings.
20 shillings. Yes, well, I suppose there are yet two of you.
Uh, this was for my services alone.
Mr Clarke has his own bill for presentment.
Oh, I see.
CLARKE: Which can be visited after a verdict is settled, justice Pike.
Lest she is innocent and her accusers prove wrong.
'Tis unlikely, from the little I have heard.
Which is nothing. Let us at least hear the testimony
of the poor old crone before we reward ourselves with gold
for burning her to death.
Before we begin, gentlemen, would you permit me to set down
your likeness in my book, that I may remember this, our meeting?
Of course.
Thank you. I will have it framed and hang it in your honour.
Sir Andrew, would you like me to do a likeness of all of you together?
- Well, if it is no imposition? - Very well.
This is our cobbler, Richard Two-Shoes.
He will serve to guard the old woman during our trial.
God bless you, gentlemen.
'Tis a great honour for me to aid you in the trial of this witch.
Indeed, Richard, but use not the word "witch" until she hath made
her confession. We must give the hag a fair hearing.
(CROWD CLAMOU RING)
She must be here. Shall I let them in, Your Honour?
Very well.
Oh, God!
(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)
Order! Order!
Welcome to the Little Happens witch trial. Now I know many of you
are strangers to our parish, but we wish to welcome you here today.
Whilst visiting Little Happens, may I recommend
you explore our village green, which has a pond with a duck.
MAN: And a bench.
Yes, we must not forget the bench.
Should that not be exciting enough,
we welcome two of our country's leading witch-finders,
Mr Warren and Mr Clarke.
We are but here to serve the Lord in his quest to rid England
of these damnable practices.
Now, bring forth the witch! Oh, the accused woman.
CROWD: (YELLING) Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch!
What is happening here? Sarah!
What is this? I was in bed, I had hot milk.
Or was it cold milk from a devil's tit, Elizabeth Gadge?
Hey? Who are you that ask with such authority?
Elizabeth Anne Gadge, you have been accused of the practice of
-witchcra1"t and sorcery. - What?
There are those here who think you are an enchantress. You are to be tested.
Who? Who here calls me witch?
I do.
And I.
- What? -(ALL GASPING)
This is for their attic room returned.
They have want rid of me since my husband took sick and died.
He and four cows in one morning.
A week did it take to dig a hole big enough.
If...
After trial by council, being duly and lawfully convicted,
ye shall suffer the pains of death and shall lose the privilege of
clergy and sanctuary.
- What means he by that? - Shush! Quiet Sarah. All will be well.
Oh, my daughter, you need only have asked for the space.
I was moving out within one month.
I'd found a little cottage in the next village.
Much Happens, an exceedingly dull place.
Let us hear what has brought you to this point.
Come forward, Thomas and Goodwife Nutter.
Warren, Clarke, you may proceed.
So tell us now of all ye spied, Thomas Nutter
and Mr Clarke will take heed of it
and writ as evidence, your cursed testimony.
That we may better remember the facts of this matter.
My name is Thomas Nutter and this here be my wife Sarah Nutter.
We did yester night and for many nights afore, spy Elizabeth Gadge,
mother of my wife, creep abroad and meet with a fiend.
Covered as we saw her in brown fur and suck upon a black teat until sunrise.
- What? - Disgusting.
Swear you to these sights Goody Nutter?
Indeed it is true, sir. I have followed her myself whilst
Thomas has been sleeping or at shit, and I sometimes seen
a white dog appear and dance a jig.
Yes, it lives next door. 'Tis a spaniel called Rory.
PIKE: Silence!
How oft has Old Gadge creeping, met and suckled at the black teat?
Never! I've suckled on a few things in my three score and ten,
-but never a black teat. -(ALL LAUGHING)
By the authority of this court, I demand silence.
You shut your hole, Elizabeth Gadge. May I strike the witch, sir?
Not just yet Richard Two-Shoes.
Perhaps we should introduce
Mistress Gadge to The Witch's Stitch, Your Honour.
Is this one of your fabled witch-finding devices?
Uh, no, Your Honour. It is but a needle and thread.
Mr Warren will sew up the crone's mouth.
That she be more encouraged to listen than talk.
Sarah, relate also the sighting of the imp that met in your mother's company.
Now we get to it.
I did see my mother converse with an imp in the shape of a
small mouse, which she did keep hidden in a wicker bottle.
(IN DISTINCT MU RMU RING)
I see.
And could this imp, in fact, be a small mouse in a wicker bottle?
- Uh... - I had thought so, too, but Sarah
did hear it speak in a strange language and Elizabeth Gadge did reply.
Had the creature a name?
She did call it Snowflake. And she did whisper to it and laugh.
And was this language like that of a mouse squeaking?
You know it?
These are learned men, Goody Nutter and have witnessed much
that is strange.
So you concede, Elizabeth Gadge, that you gave this creature a title?
Yes, he was as white as the snow, so I named him Snowflake.
- You named him? - Aye. What manner of crime is that?
What is "named" backwards?
(PEOPLE MURMURING)
Get me ink and paper.
- Demon! It's demon! -(WOMAN GASPING)
- Demon! - Demon!
Demon!
(SHUSHING)
Demon!
Precisely!
Well, no, it's "deman", isn't it?
'Tis close enough.
Make a note, Mr Clarke, that Elizabeth Gadge confesses having
had discourse with the demon known as Snowflake.
Such an imputation is somewhat lacking in evidence.
Would you not agree, Mr Warren?
Then add this creature to our witness list, Mr Clarke.
And we will hear before God what this Snowflake has to say.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
What is your name?
George Waterhouse.
And you have witnessed events,
which may be of some interest to this hearing?
Well, only this, I did spy Elizabeth Gadge fly out
the window on a shovel, whereat she rode to the sabbat and did kiss
the devil's arse and eat a baby's face off.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
- When... -just a moment.
"And eat a baby's face off."
Continue...
When was this?
Uh, last Tuesday night about five past ten past eleven.
Thank you, Mr Waterhouse.
Tell us more of this arse kissing. How close did you spy it?
Was it right on the hole or just on the cheek?
- Uh... - Mr Waterhouse,
I take it you are known to Elizabeth Gadge, is that right?
- I suppose. - In what capacity?
We did have dealings in livestock. She did sell a cow to me of late.
And after a short time I surmise this cow did die, did it not?
Yes, it bloody well did. And I paid good money to her husband
and he too did die owing me ten shillings.
You may sit down, Mr Waterhouse. Your unbiased testimony is noted.
Please, Your Worship, we move these proceedings
to the questioning of Elizabeth Gadge.
Very well, but we must hear more of the sabbat and all its rites.
For example, is it just the devil who has his arse kissed
or can anyone be forced to endure it?
Elizabeth Gadge, what manner of fiend is it that you creep
toward nightly and suckle on?
I know not of what you speak. I am but a frail old woman who is
in bed by evensong. My tormentors know this to be true.
So you deny any knowledge of a brown thing of fur.
A brown thing of fur?
Think carefully before you answer, old mistress Gadge.
I have a brown hat of such a description.
It is for winter and the cold.
And does this hat walk upright on two legs and have hang from it a black teat?
'Tis plain as I remember.
And being a hat has no legs or titties to speak of.
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
Something amuse you, Mr Waterhouse?
A hat with titties!
It would be unfortunate that our discovery of this sorceress
should uncover divers others in this court.
Not since summer last, have Mr Clarke and I unearthed a coven of witches.
I read of it. T'was in Leeds.
And what was the cause?
Did they find a tree with three teats and a cunny?
(ALL LAUGHING)
Or did they spy the devil's bush upon your chin?
Silence! If you value your lives, silence!
Laughter contorts the face and makes monkeys of men.
Only the devil would turn such sport.
The next person here to laugh will immediate die as a witch.
Starting from...
Now.
-(LAUGHS) - Who was that?
Which of you was that?
Confess it! Which is the witch?
It was old Waterhouse, Mr Warren!
Shut up you rat, or she won't be the only one kissing the devil's arse.
- Shut your mouth you fat... - I'll piss in your brains.
Enough! You undermine the solemn purpose of this undertaking.
Let us stay focused on old mistress Gadge.
Indeed. I move we continue this trial in private.
I agree. Perhaps it is just as well,
for the testing of the accused is not for the faint-hearted.
(PEOPLE GASPING)
Court dismissed.
(GROANING IN DISAPPOINTMENT)
Well, you've brought it on yourselves.
So these could be used on thumbs or toes?
That is correct, Your Honour.
Most versatile. And this...
The pear. It can be inserted into any orifice and expanded
-to the point of... - Ecstasy.
- Agony. 'AQOTIY. yes.
But my preferred method is pricking.
Lay bare her back.
Cut the cloth if need be and hold her still.
Please have mercy. This top was a present.
Let me but take it off carefully. There's no need to ruin it.
The devil may have laid his mark on you.
It is for us to discover it.
Uh, just to be clear, if she bleeds, she is a witch?
- No, quite the opposite. - If she bleeds, she is not a witch.
Not necessarily, the devil's mark may be well hidden.
Then we must keep pricking her till she do stop bleeding at
which time we will know that she is or is not a witch, possibly.
- Correct. - All is clear. Proceed.
(SCREAMING)
Sarah, am I not still your mother? Have mercy on me.
Thomas, please?
We know what we saw.
It was dark, it could have been anyone.
Or anything, besides the attic room would serve us well, Sarah.
Where else are we to dry the sheets? They're big.
(SCREAMING)
- Please stop! - CLARKE: What is it Sarah Nutter?
Did you not expect horrors such as these to unfold?
We may have been mistook. Perhaps it was a shadow,
a trick of the twilight.
You lie, Goody Nutter.
No! The truth is we don't know what we saw.
- Sarah! - Who is this night-time fiend
that you so visit? An incubus?
Beelzebub? What was his name?
(SCREAMING) It was him! Richard Two-Shoes.
Richard Two-Shoes, the cobbler.
She lies. She lies, Your Worship.
Prick her again.
(SCREAMING) I did meet sometimes with him after dark.
He would pay me a shilling a suck, and I would do it!
Is this true, Richard?
No, sir, I swear it. I do not stir out after dark, my wife will vouch for it.
Very well, we will get to the bottom of this.
Call forth Goody Two-Shoes.
Richard Two-Shoes, have you spent night after night with this vile hag?
Yes, Your Worship.
But she's my wife and 'tis the law, is it not?
We were referring to old mistress Gadge.
Is it true you've had several night-time meetings with her?
No, sir, on the eyes of my children, I swear it.
It was not for love, Goody Two-Shoes.
T'was done only to pay my son-in-law rent.
He would always cry your name when he did climax
and throw out his curdle.
For the court records, is that of any comfort, Goody Two-Shoes?
He spoke fondly of my mouth. He liked not your teeth and said
they were like a box of nails should he put in his rod.
I never said that! My wife can suck like a leech.
Show them, Rachel, show Sir Andrew what miracles your mouth can work.
That will not be necessary.
Come come, Mr Two-Shoes.
The old woman's life hangs in the balance if you do not confess it.
Richard, please? They will burn me else.
Did I not bring you pleasure?
Never.
I had no such meetings.
Justice Pike, I move to adjourn the court
and continue afresh in the morning.
We will apply hot oil and other methods overnight
to freshen the old woman's recollection of events.
Very well. Till 8:00 a.m. tomorrow. I will to my chambers.
I'lljust put that back.
Yet more imps and devils in the fireplace, Mr Warren.
Evil can be found peeping from anywhere, Mr Clarke, as you well know.
But care you not for this old woman?
'Tis plain as day, the Nutter's want rid of her
from under their roof and have cried "witch" as a solution.
Whatever the reason, the trial will uncover it.
By the continuation of her torture.
Yes. What possible cause have you
to question the fairness of our work, Clarke?
Witchcraft is punishable by death, and perhaps the burden of
pointing the finger has made me weary.
Burden. You live handsomely and are commended by God and the law alike.
But what if this dear old mistress, presently dragged here
to convince us of her purity, having done nothing more than
keep a mouse in a bottle and sucked to completion a man in a brown coat.
If we consign her body to the flames,
do we not do the devil's work ourselves?
Tread cautiously, Mr Clarke, lest you find yourself accused.
Whatever the cost, the Lord's work will be done.
I agree and I will pray to him for guidance.
PIKE: Good morning, gentlemen! I trust you slept well?
Not really.
Thank heaven we had no rain and the pyre has remained dry
for tonight. Uh, should we have a confession of guilt, of course.
Of course.
We have heard tell of visitors from all three shires
and a travelling fair has alighted on the green.
The innkeepers are saying we could be bigger than Pendle!
You will need change the name of your village, justice Pike.
Indeed. They will be most envious in Much Happens.
(ELIZABETH MOANING)
Is that the same woman as yesterday? Seems taller than before.
She has been stretched, Your Honour, in pursuit of the truth.
Bring in her accusers.
Are you ready to confess, Elizabeth?
You are weak. Perhaps some food might revive you?
Bring the court to order. Mr Warren, Mr Clarke, you may proceed.
Elizabeth Gadge has yet to confess to her crimes.
I propose one final test that will seal her fate in your eyes
and in the eyes of God. Mr Clarke.
The court calls the demon known as Snowflake.
Oh!
Please, please remain calm. You have nothing to fear.
Christ in heaven! It's transformed itself into a bottle!
(WHISPERING)
The bottle is indeed a bottle and the familiar hides inside.
Richard, release the imp.
But look you be careful! Lest it may bite.
(GAS PS)
Now let us observe the demon as it seeks out its mistress, the witch.
Be calm,justice Pike. The truth will out.
ELIZABETH: Snowflake.
- Hello, my lovely. - She is a witch. See 'tis proved.
It's only a mouse.
Elizabeth Gadge, do you now acknowledge your crimes.
Did you meet and have relations with a fiend, dance with a white dog
and keep council with this monstrous familiar?
No, sir.
And did you by transvection fly to the sabbat on a shovel
and lick and caress the devil's arse with your long probing tongue?
Never.
But your familiar has proven otherwise.
Prepare the witch for execution.
Elizabeth Anne Gadge. You have been found guilty of witchcraft
and are to be taken to a place of execution, where you will be
burned at the stake until you are dead.
Tickets are now on sale at the Green Man Inn.
Family tokens include a free potato to bake on the fire
and may the Lord have mercy on your soul.
Art thou content?
Mother, 'tis I Sarah. Thomas is here, too.
We've come to say goodbye.
I don't know why, witch.
Thomas!
Justice Pike has let us have two seats on the front row, so that's nice.
'Tis only fair. We put all your belongings on the fire.
- Two birds, one stone and all that. - Yeah, we've moved the babes up
to your... The attic room.
Aye, and we've yet so much space.
Goody Garden next door is green with envy.
She says she's gonna accuse her mother.
Well, she better not, else they'll all be doing it.
I am afraid you must leave now.
It is my duty to administer the last rites to your mother before she burns.
Right-o. We'd best take to our seats. Kiss the devil's arse for me!
Goodbye, Mother. I'm sorry.
I, too, am sorry. I can scarce believe it has come to this.
We were partners you and I, Matthew. Against evil.
But you have become infected. Evil has grown within you.
Your zealotry's turned to bigotry and worse.
We said we must do God's work whatever the cost.
May he have mercy on your wretched soul.
PIKE: Good, good. They are within, you say?
Ah, they're selling these hats at the fair.
Rather amusing, I thought.
Would you care for a toffee apple?
No, I thank ye. The witch is prepared.
Excellent. Well, guards take her outside and bind her to the stake.
I have yet to see Mr Warren. I have money here to present him.
I shall see that he gets it.
Let us hope there are no more witch trials in Little Happens.
No, for myself I'm glad.
A most rewarding endeavour. I shall rather miss all the excitement.
You don't think the daughter might have been involved?
- I think not. - No, no.just a thought.
Well, I must attend outside. They've insisted that I be the one
to light the fire.
You are ridding us of a great evil, Mr Clarke.
Yes, I do believe I am.
All is clear. You may show yourself.
Thanking you kindly, sir. How can I ever repay you?
Your continued life is my reward, Elizabeth. Here, take this.
You must away from this village lest our stratagem be discovered.
Let me first but suck you a little sir, to show my gratitude.
There is no need.
But you murdered your friend, Mr Clarke.
What I did, I did for the Lord.
And the devil thanks you kindly.
(NECK CRACKING)
Come, Snowflake, our work here is done.
Let us to the sabbat and tell our master these happy tidings.
(CAWING)
(WARREN SCREAMING)