Salem

Previously on "Salem"...

Ritum magni.

The grand rite?

It says this object,

this "malum,"

is thought to be present at every grand rite throughout history.

This object is evil.

It consecrates the earth for the devil's return.

It was here for delivery. Someone was expecting it.

So the others have turned on me.

Yes.

Each and every one.

Rose?

Everyone.

If you wish for John Alden to live,

you will complete the grand rite.

What is the grand rite?

You think you can dangle me like a puppet?

You're the puppets, all of you... puppets!

I thought you said

saturn would compel her to speak the truth.

It did.

Sometimes the truth is a riddle.

And the answer?

I must think and then think again.

Father?

Aah!

Come, child.

It's time we talked about your father.

You brought the malum to Salem behind my back.

Not one of them will survive.

Nor the rest of us, at this rate.

10 days becalmed.

Nearly out of food and water.

We've no hope unless we catch the wind.

It is not the wind that we must catch, captain.

It is a witch.

Girl, look at me.

We have searched every passenger and crew member

for your supposed witches.

None were found.

There is a witch on this ship.

You understand me, captain?

The witch will kill everyone aboard in order to stop me.

We will find the witch.

Make no mistake.

It could just as well be your head.

Rose brought the malum here behind my back

to complete the grand rite without me.

Whose idea was it to turn the puritans' hatred

against themselves?

To use them to achieve

the first grand rite in centuries?

Who made that possible?

Me.

Yet you and that foul bitch mistrusted me.

And much worse for you, you underestimated me.

But killing the Samhain,

do you have any idea what you've done?

The question

is not whether I understand what I have done,

but whether you understand what you must now do.

I do.

You have claimed the ancient right.

I recognize you as the new Samhain.

I will honor and obey your power, earned in blood,

and share the word with the rest of the hive.

Full hunter's moon is soon upon us.

We need eight more dead by then.

And I have a plan...

To put us within reach of our goal with one single move.

Three sacrificed all at once.

But mark me well...

If anyone goes behind my back, I hold you responsible.

You will pay for it,

or your wife and sweet daughter will.

A spy?

What do you mean?

Is he working for the French?

No!

Of course not.

I should have said nothing.

But your infernal snooping only endangers us all.

Your father is a confidential agent.

He makes very occasional reports

to agents representing another foreign power.

Then who? And why?

What does it matter to whom your father speaks?

It's just politics, dear.

Of no import.

No import?

That my father is a traitor is of no import?!

Never say that.

Your father is not a traitor.

He is a man of the highest ideals!

Everything your father does, he does for you.

Keep out of his affairs for your own good.

I am utterly unconvinced by your story, mother.

He seemed to vanish before my eyes.

I make no apologies.

And I choose to walk through life with my eyes open.

Unlike you.

I know you think me a stupid woman with no curiosity,

but you don't understand.

The problem with knowing things

is that you can never unknow them.

Has it arrived?

Patience.

This...

...message I've been waiting for from the ship.

Windstille.

"We are becalmed.

He searches, but I remain hidden."

If they fail to hold him,

he could arrive at any time.

Have you warned Mary Sibley?

No.

She knows nothing of the Germans

nor of my contact with them

nor of the impending threat.

If they succeed in keeping him at bay,

then she has no need to know.

And if he cannot be stopped,

well, then it's an entirely new game, isn't it?

It threatens everything. Shouldn't you tell her?

Knowledge is power.

And with regard to power,

she has more than her share at the moment,

wouldn't you agree?

Are you sure you've done the right thing?

Were you sure when you brought me in?

Yes.

I saved your life.

And I will never cease saving it.

I know.

Come.

I must find the malum.

John Alden has it.

Yes.

And he knows he has something of power,

something witches would kill and die for.

He will have well-hidden it.

Well, then how will you find it?

I've a mind to search his mind.

Dream walking? No.

There has to be another way.

We're running out of time, Tituba.

Without the malum and all it contains,

our grand rite is not possible.

Trust me.

Once inside, I'll find the malum,

and then I'll get out.

Inside?

It is not a house you invade but a man!

And not just any man.

Are you sure it is the malum you seek and not just access to him?

Whatever my personal feelings are for John,

I am only seeking the malum.

Do you have any idea

what crawling around inside his dreams

could do to you and to him?

It could leave either or both of you shattered,

unable to tell dreams from reality.

You could be lost, trapped!

There are other ways to find the malum.

I cannot lie. I am afraid.

Good.

Be afraid.

Watch over me.

But this is my choice.

I will do this with or without you.

Tituba, send me. Now.

Go now. Catch a falling star.

Get with child a mandrake Root.

Travel back where past years are.

Through the cloven devil's hoof.

What you seek is in his heart.

Know his thoughts through angel's art.

As torches ever ready be,

through daylight's gate step one, two, three.

Why have you waited so long?

Enjoying yourself?

I didn't find it yet.

But I know I can.

This sea is unnatural.

I smell it. I feel it.

We are under a dark enchantment.

We have searched high and low.

There is no witch on this ship!

And I say there is.

We have searched everyone.

Twice. So where is the witch?

Right here.

Aaah!

Where is the knot, captain?

Where have you hidden the knot?

Where is the knot that binds the wind?

Frib scheibe und stirb!

Sie werden die neue welt nie lebend erriechen!

My neck!