Salem

Previously on "Salem"...

Don't be a fool.

You'll die out here.

Soon, little master, soon.

Then all that remains is to open the door

and let your spirit return to this body.

Everything has a price, Isaac.

In this case, your life for hers.

You will return the child to gloriana.

You will restore her mind.

You will return the child, and you will restore her mind!

- I cannot! - Yes, you must!

What's done is done!

Calm yourself. We may need him yet.

And what of cotton?

Let me out!

Isaac!

Isaac! Isaac!

Our mother calls.

It is time we really listen.

Mary sibley.

Bring me the rest of her blood.

Now it begins.

The instrument is filled with red Mercury.

When the hammer strikes, all will blow.

That means we have a quarter of an hour

for you to help me stop this thing.

Now, why on earth would I want to do that?

You would damn generations to hell on earth

because of your own bitter heart?!

I'm home.

Well done, little marburg.

Your late mother would be proud of you.

Now, summon your husband.

The hour is nearly here, and with it,

the moment of his glory.

And mine.

It's no good trying to escape me, mother.

Even hell will not hide you now.

In a few minutes it will be midnight.

It will be the dawn of black Sunday, of a new world,

and most importantly,

our wedding day.

I guess they're right.

A leopard can't change its spots.

No need to when they look so dashing.

So why come at all?

Why risk your neck and dirty your hands

when the bomb can take care of me?

Excellent questions, captain.

Well, first of all,

for the sheer pleasure of killing you myself.

Secondly, bring back a little souvenir of your corpse

to your Mary for the pain she's caused me.

My Mary?

Yes.

Yes, I admit that I failed to dislodge you from her heart.

Of course, she's made of sterner stuff than you.

I'd almost envy you,

but there's no point in envying a dead man.

Thank you.

A little external pain distracts from the internal ache.

And still, nothing will ever taste as sweet to me as she did.

Do you remember what her nectar tastes like?

I shall never forget.

No, these are my favorite,

so I don't want to stain them.

Besides, I want to feel the life

leaving your body as I kill you.

You have soft hands for a job like that.

Yes.

My fingers strummed her

in ways your crude calluses could never.

Did you enjoy watching us, captain?

That's right. We really were there.

I hope you had enough time to pick up a few tips

about how to really please a woman.

Ouch.

I could do this forever.

But time flies, even on battered wings.

Besides, we have only a few minutes

until the red Mercury blows

and destroys Salem and all life within her.

They're shouting my name!

They will tear me apart.

A fitting end for a man of the people...

Each shall have a piece of you.

Oh, shut up!

I could kill you in an instant.

They'll burn you out,

and all of knockers hole with you.

I ain't interested in seeing knockers hole

burned to the ground.

Those men outside...

Pretty sure they'll listen to me.

All you need to do is free me so I can speak to them.

I am so close...

So close to being rid of you,

to claiming a life for myself.

And you would just come in

and you ruin everything!

My love, please,

let us live to fight another day.

Oh.

Call me that again.

What? My love?

Yes.

I will call you my love every day,

until the day I die.

But I would rather it were not today.

Let him go.

My love.

My love.

People of knockers hole!

Friends!

Neighbors!

Please, they've set me free!

We've won! There's no need for this!

I know, dear cotton. I know.

Terrible.

Awful.

Evil incarnate.

You've opened my eyes, dear husband.

I was the perfect wife,

and yet you still preferred the company of a whore.

Well, the pain you caused me set me free

from all my slavish craving for the world's approval.

Anne...

Whatever your hatred for me,

do not let that be hatred for all the people of Salem.

In minutes, they will all die.

But there might yet still be time.

Please, please let me out of here before it is too late.

Oh, you may yet save Salem, dear cotton.

You and I both know

what a dissolute weakling you really are.

But when I release you,

you will have the chance to be

that great man everybody believes you to be.

It's perfectly safe now, Mr. dinley.

First I must choose which detail she will find most piquant.

So I may sip from the pain in her eyes when she sees it.

What do you think, dinley?

What would move her most?

The eyes that she gazed into?

The heart that beats for her?

Or those callused hands that she prefers to mine?

I believe...

I believe neither of us

ever loved anybody but her our whole lives.

In my jealousy, I plotted her destruction.

Now, it is my only regret.

I just couldn't bear to live without her.

But now I don't have to.

So listen...

She is in unspeakable danger.

For once, prove yourself worthy of her love.

Save her.

How do we stop this?

How do we stop this?!

No, you can't run...

You can't run far enough to get away from this.

All right, do you have any suggestions?

Prayer.

I've been waiting for this moment since we met.

I hoped you might be the one, the great soul I need.

I am no great soul.

I am just another miserable sinner.

I beg you,

by the glory you once knew,

by the heaven you once dwelled in,

do not use the innocent people of Salem as pawns

in a chess game against your father.

Oh, good mather.

With every word,

you prove you're indeed everything I hoped.

Any minute now, midnight will strike.

We will see a tremendous flash,

feel the earth itself pitch and roll beneath our feet,

and hear the screams of thousands as they are vaporized.

For generations, you and your family

have claimed responsibility for the good souls of Salem.

And in a moment, all that hard work will be obliterated...

Not merely on your watch,

but by your choice.

How is any of this my choice?

I would stop all of it at any cost!

Excellent.

Because you... and you alone... Have that power.

You may indeed stop all of this

with but one word.

The word "yes."

Yes.

Five minutes, captain.

I hope you know what you're doing.

Maybe if I jam the striker somehow.

Every soul has its price. What's yours, mather?

What would you sell your soul for?

I want nothing from you.

What are you asking of me?