The Scarlet Letter Script - Dialogue Transcript

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The Scarlet Letter Script


  

  

 

                   

Chief Metacomet.



 

                   

Without



 

                   

your father's friendship,

none of us could have survived.



 

                   

My father should have let you



 

                   

die!



 

                   

You are



 

                   

the only one



 

                   

who comes to us



 

                   

with an open heart.



  

                   

But your people have murdered



  

                   

my father



  

                   

with their lies!



  

                   

My name is Pearl.



  

                   

This is the story of

my mother, Hester Prynne.



  

                   

It was the year of our Lord     



  

                   

when she arrived in the

Massachusetts Bay Colony



  

                   

filled with the hope that at last,

in this new world



  

                   

would come the freedom to worship

without fear of persecution.



  

                   

My esteemed colleague!



  

                   

Thy years of toil become thee!



  

                   

Thy fame preceeds thee, sir.



  

                   

Governor Bellingham,



  

                   

may I present



  

                   

the Reverend Thomas Cheever.



  

                   

Welcome, sir.

It's a long voyage.



  

                   

  months at sea,



  

                   

will either take away your faith,

or harden it to iron.



  

                   

Allow me to introduce a woman

who's been travelling with us,



  

                   

- Mistress...

- Hester Prynne.



  

                   

I apologize for the coarseness



  

                   

of my hands, Mistress.



  

                   

But here in the colonies,

everyone must work.



  

                   

I look forward to the hard work.



  

                   

It says id Psalm   : "I will

triumph in the work of thy hands".



  

                   

Thou canst quote the Scriptures.



  

                   

Aye, Reverendo, both Testaments.

My husband taught me.



  

                   

You must rest.



  

                   

Then I'll show you

what's been accomplished.



  

                   

I thank thee.



  

                   

- Then it's Goodwife Prynne.

- Yes, yes.



  

                   

But I prefer to be called Hester.



  

                   

Welcome, Hester.



  

                   

I wish I could've seen it before,



  

                   

when it was wild and untouched.



  

                   

Madam,



  

                   

you should use less lace

in your dressmaking.



  

                   

Indeed, Reverend.



  

                   

Master of us all,



  

                   

we give thanks for

another bountiful meal,



  

                   

and for newly arrived disciples,



  

                   

that share it with us this night.



  

                   

- Amen.

- Amen.



  

                   

So, Governor.



  

                   

I am impatient to know

how you fared with Metacomet.



  

                   

Well, Metacomet

isn't Massassoit, Major Dunsmuir.



  

                   

But if we respect the agreements

we made with his father,



  

                   

we've nothing to fear.



  

                   

So we don't

grow complacent,



  

                   

our wise God sends us a sign.



  

                   

When we sailed,



  

                   

your letters said we were

at peace with the savage.



  

                   

Well,



  

                   

I fear the days of "peace"

with the Wampanoag is at an end.



  

                   

Major,



  

                   

we are frightening

our new arrival.



  

                   

We hear much



  

                   

of your success

with the praying Indians.



  

                   

I'm very eager to meet

Reverend Dimmesdale



  

                   

and his converts.



  

                   

The runts of the litter.



  

                   

Dimmesdale's little treasures!



  

                   

Some of us

have other opinions.



  

                   

Mistress Prynne,



  

                   

I hope you'll stay with us



  

                   

until your husband's arrival.



  

                   

You're most kind,

but I intend to find



  

                   

a house of my own

as soon as possible.



  

                   

On thine own?



  

                   

Why, yes.



  

                   

It's not considered fitting

for a young woman to live alone.



  

                   

I've come first to prepare

a place for his arrival,



  

                   

so that is what I intend to do.



  

                   

Mistress Prynne.



  

                   

The rules we live by may seem

arbitrary to a newcomer,



  

                   

but we have learnt

the hard way



  

                   

that without absolute order,



  

                   

we cannot hope to survive here.



  

                   

Rules, Mistress Prynne.



  

                   

Order.



  

                   

Survival.



  

                   

Would you have me

disobey my husband?



  

                   

- I...

- Reverend, you might enjoy



  

                   

the company of my son, Brewster.



  

                   

He studied Divinity.



  

                   

Harvard wasn't good enough

for him,



  

                   

so he came home to

make his fortune as a...



  

                   

Minister's sons all moaning

the Lord's Prayer



  

                   

in their sleep.



  

                   

Everyone must find his place.



   

                   

- Morning, Mistress Prynne.

- Good morrow.



   

                   

So you intend on scandalising

the town!



   

                   

Get up!



   

                   

Good!



   

                   

I confess,



   

                   

I feel alone in a

sea of conformists.



   

                   

Where should we begin our search?



   

                   

On the cliffs by the sea.



   

                   

No, it's out of the question.



   

                   

Why?



   

                   

No one's lived

by the sea



   

                   

since the Indians

wiped out Ballinger's Point.



   

                   

I say we start there.



   

                   

Well, if you've decided.



   

                   

Is that it, Brewster?



   

                   

It's beautiful.



   

                   

I tried to imagine

what herlife was like



   

                   

before she came

to the new world.



   

                   

Why did herhusband

send heron ahead,



   

                   

alone?



   

                   

Was it a test ofherloyalty,



   

                   

orherspirit?



   

                   

Or was it in his nature

to set traps



   

                   

forpeople in the hope

they would fall into them?



   

                   

It's perfect!



   

                   

With a cart and a musket,

I could have a home here!



   

                   

A cart, a horse,



   

                   

a pitchfork, a plow.



   

                   

I can think of better things



   

                   

to do with these pretty hands

than grow calluses on them.



   

                   

I'll need indentured labor,

at least two men.



   

                   

- The land needs draining.

- You are headstrong.



   

                   

Perhaps it runs in the blood.



   

                   

I'm told your father was too.



   

                   

Is it true



   

                   

he was in debt to your husband

and you were the payment?



   

                   

I've said something

to disturb you.



   

                   

I'm sorry.



   

                   

I'm truly sorry.



   

                   

God, thou art wondrous fair!



   

                   

That hurt!



   

                   

Good. It'll remind you

not to do it again.



   

                   

Faith?

Prudence?



   

                   

Did you hear Mistress Prynne

has a bathing tub?



   

                   

What is she, French?



   

                   

  Shillings.

Will you bid   shillings?



   

                   

  and a half?



   

                   

Come on, gentlemen,

do I have a bid for   shillings?



   

                   

  shillings?



   

                   

  shillings?



   

                   

Anyone else?

Anyone else?



   

                   

Going for   shillings.

Any other bids?



   

                   

Sold to the gentleman

for   shillings.



   

                   

- Next we have this other one,

- Those two.



   

                   

How much time left

on their indenture?



   

                   

About   years, but,



   

                   

shouldn't your husband or father

be doing business with me?



   

                   

Is my money

no good to you, sir?



   

                   

Your money's as fine as wine

in the sunshine, Mistress.



   

                   

If you buy them at a just price,

I'll throw in the girl in red.



   

                   

She's a slave!



   

                   

But she don't speak, if that

be a problem. Born that way.



   

                   

Name your just price.



   

                   

We'd best accompany you

if your going to the forest.



   

                   

Don't worry Mr Bobbin.

I shan't go far.



   

                   

Mistress Prynne?

Mistress Prynne?



   

                   

Mistress Prynne?



   

                   

Where are you?



   

                   

Mistress Prynne, where are you?



   

                   

I found her.



   

                   

- You did not.

- I did to.



   

                   

- You did not.

- I did to.



   

                   

Mistress Prynne,



   

                   

Have you forgotten

it is the Sabbath?



   

                   

Of course not.

Forgive me.



   

                   

We've come by especially

to bring you to church.



   

                   

Thank you, so much.



   

                   

Please, go on without me.



   

                   

I will follow at once.



   

                   

Make haste.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

All right, girl,



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Oh goodnes!



   

                   

Back up. Back up.



   

                   

Come on now, back up.



   

                   

Come on. Come on. Back up.



   

                   

Good morrow.



   

                   

May I be of assistance?



   

                   

Not from up there.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Come on.

Steady. Steady.



   

                   

I can't make this horse

understand me.



   

                   

Let me try.



   

                   

Come on, girl.



   

                   

Come on, back up!



   

                   

Come on, girl.



   

                   

Come on. Come on.



   

                   

I'm afraid you're in too deep.



   

                   

She'll not make it.

Let me try this.



   

                   

I do hope you can get it free.



   

                   

I'm already late for the service,

and everyone's talking about me.



   

                   

I've been away and I'm quite

behind on local gossip.



   

                   

I bought the old Newbury place

out on Ballinger's Point.



   

                   

Then,



   

                   

I owe you an apology.



   

                   

I've been trespassing.



   

                   

There's a place at the point

where I like to bath.



   

                   

Really? Well, I shan't charge

too steep a tariff.



   

                   

Come on, girl, back up!



   

                   

- Back up.

- One,



   

                   

Two,



   

                   

Two. Three.



   

                   

I'm afraid this cart will be

stuck here until Sabbath next



   

                   

unless I gather hands to help.



   

                   

Would you care to ride with me?



   

                   

On your horse, with you?



   

                   

Aye, unless you can ride.



   

                   

I can ride.



   

                   

You take my horse

and I'll take yours.



   

                   

There's a shortcut

to the meeting house,



   

                   

but it's a difficult road.



   

                   

I shall manage, sir.



   

                   

- Are you certain?

- Just you lead the way.



   

                   

Come on! Come on!



   

                   

Come on! Come on!



   

                   

May God be with you.



   

                   

I'm sure he already is.



   

                   

But aren't you coming to...



   

                   

Good Sabbath to ye all.



   

                   

Friends,



   

                   

and fellow voyagers,



   

                   

in the greatest of all dreams.



   

                   

We've been singled out,

like Israel of old,



   

                   

to serve as a model.



   

                   

But if we are to succeed



   

                   

in building our new Jerusalem,



   

                   

our "City on a Hill",



   

                   

then the power of love,



   

                   

yea, His Divine Love,



   

                   

we must bind our hearts as one!



   

                   

English and Indian,



   

                   

gentry and indentured,

free man and slaves,



   

                   

and make of us



   

                   

an example for all the world,



   

                   

to marvel at and proclaim:



   

                   

"Here...



   

                   

is the measure of perfection!



   

                   

Here,



   

                   

lives God's own!"



   

                   

But we are not succeeding

in that test.



   

                   

We are failing!

And why?



   

                   

Because we covet,

nay,



   

                   

we lust after

what is not ours.



   

                   

Be it for the rich land

of our Indian brothers,



   

                   

be it for glory,



   

                   

for profits or for revenge.



   

                   

Need I read the secret



   

                   

of every heart?



   

                   

I will if you want.



   

                   

Yea, I will if you want.



   

                   

I will lay open the secrets



   

                   

before the eyes of God!



   

                   

What thou lusteth after is my enemy,

sayeth the Lord God.



   

                   

For only I shall consume thee,



   

                   

only I shall fill thee up.



   

                   

If thou failest to heed

my commandments,



   

                   

then my fist



   

                   

shall descend on thee

like a stone!



   

                   

And thy sword shall cut thee

into bloody parts,



   

                   

and even thy memories

shall be sacrificed



   

                   

to the winds

for all time!



   

                   

May God bless you,



   

                   

each and every one of you.



   

                   

Amén.



   

                   

Amén.



   

                   

Allow me to present a newcomer

to our congregation,



   

                   

Mistress Roger Prynne.



   

                   

Mistress Roger?



   

                   

Aye, her husband, a renowned

physician will join her before...



   

                   

Reverednd Dimmesdale and I

have already...



   

                   

I helped when her cart

got stuck in the woods.



   

                   

I greatly enjoyed your sermon.



   

                   

It's rare for a man so young

to speak with such passion.



   

                   

For some reason,



   

                   

I felt most inspired today.



   

                   

We welcome you and your husband

to our congregation.



   

                   

Mother! Mother!



   

                   

There you are, Hester.



   

                   

Meet my friend, Running Moose.

He's our schoolmaster.



   

                   

And I'm sure you'd like

some refreshment.



   

                   

Do you teach the English children

as well Mr Running Moose?



   

                   

They call me John or Johnny here.



   

                   

We try our best, but the English

are a bit slow-witted.



   

                   

Slow-witted?



   

                   

Johnny's a bit of a jester,

but he was our first praying Indian.



   

                   

My best friend in the colony.



   

                   

Arthur,



   

                   

- this is Mistress...

- We've already met.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

So like home.



   

                   

Yet beyond those trees

I suspect a savagery,



   

                   

of savage passions,



   

                   

dark and untamed.



   

                   

Reverend Dimmesdale,

have you met our young friend?



   

                   

Yes, we've met.



   

                   

Mistress Prynne and I

traveled out on the same ship.



   

                   

I'm going to marry him one day.



   

                   

No you're not, I'm going to

aren't I Mistress Prynne?



   

                   

- Marry whom?

- Reverend Dimmesdale, of course!



   

                   

"A Short Description of the

Great and Last Judgement".



   

                   

Well, "Platform for

Church Discipline".



   

                   

They're all tracts!



   

                   

"The Goodwife's Manual... "



   

                   

for Animal Husbandry"



   

                   

I believe we've already met.



   

                   

Oh, yes, I...

I'm sorry, I didn't realize.



   

                   

I should have

announced my presence.



   

                   

What are you reading?



   

                   

- "Comus", it's by John

- John Milton.



   

                   

I know it. I've read it.



   

                   

Have you?



   

                   

I'm not all counterpanes

and coverlets.



   

                   

Every spare moment, I read.



   

                   

I'm the same.



   

                   

I've read every book in this room.

Some of them several times.



   

                   

Even "Manual for Animal Husbandry?"



   

                   

A most exhiliarating read.



   

                   

So, did you truly

enjoy my sermon?



   

                   

Yes, it was most skilful.



   

                   

Clearly your congregation

reverences you.



   

                   

You liked it not. We don't

come up to London standards.



   

                   

To the contrary.

I was moved by your passion.



   

                   

And?



   

                   

Well,



   

                   

when your fist struck your hand,



   

                   

and sliced through the air

like a sword,



   

                   

I found myself wondering



   

                   

what manner of pain lay

beneath such forceful oratory.



   

                   

Your tongue knows no rules,

Mistress Prynne.



   

                   

And if it did, Reverend,



   

                   

what purpose would it serve?



   

                   

And here I thought

comprehending God



   

                   

was to be my greatest challenge.



   

                   

Yes, Reverend?



   

                   

This morning in the forest,



   

                   

why did you not say

you were married?



   

                   

Why did you not say

you were a minister?



   

                   

Good day, Mistress Prynne.



   

                   

Good morrow, Mistress Prynne.



   

                   

Good morrow.



   

                   

You care for a cup of cider?



   

                   

We are your neighbours, it seems.



   

                   

Did you like the sermon

this morning?



   

                   

From where I sat it

seemed it did please thee.



   

                   

I liked it very much.



   

                   

I thought the

young minister very...



   

                   

Handsome?



   

                   

Harriet Hibbons.



   

                   

Ruth?



   

                   

How do you do?



   

                   

Come and meet some of

the others who were not invited



   

                   

to the Governer's shindig.



   

                   

Sally Short, Mistress Prynne.



   

                   

How do you do?



   

                   

I was on the dock

when you arrived.



   

                   

Mary Rollins.



   

                   

Mary don't like to speak much.



   

                   

She's only been free from

the savages this half year.



   

                   

And Matona don't trust

the English, do you dear?



   

                   

Mistress Prynne?



   

                   

Thank you, no.

I never imbibe.



   

                   

You've gathered some fine

Balm of Gilead,



   

                   

Shepherd's Purse, yarrow.



   

                   

You know your plants?



   

                   

I do. I recite "Culpepper"

by heart.



   

                   

Really?



   

                   

Then what would you use to

heal a bad burn?



   

                   

I've seen sweet fern work miracles,



   

                   

but Culpepper suggests blackberry

and red cedar.



   

                   

Well, you hear that.



   

                   

My husband has

a very large library



   

                   

and I was able to school myself.



   

                   

How do you like our new

Jerusalem?



   

                   

Sober enough for you?



   

                   

Aye,



   

                   

sober enough.



   

                   

What I miss is the dancing.



   

                   

Dancing?



   

                   

When first we came,



   

                   

they'd be dancing round

the maypole.



   

                   

Feast days we'd sing

bawdy songs.



   

                   

People weren't afraid

to play the fool.



   

                   

We'd teach

the bears to dance.



   

                   

Now days, everybody getting more

and more sourfaced and ponderous.



   

                   

And a whipping post stands

where the mayppole used to be.



   

                   

But there's a few of us who

haven't forgotten to laugh.



   

                   

It's been a pleasure

meeting you all.



   

                   

I'm sorry I must take my leave,



   

                   

but I don't want to be stuck

in the wilds at night.



   

                   

There are things that sound to me,



   

                   

the wilds at night are

my natural territory.



   

                   

Particulary when there's

a full moon.



   

                   

Do you try to frighten me

with this witch talk?



   

                   

Not so, Mistress Prynne.



   

                   

But I can see

what others cannot.



   

                   

Be a curse, to be sure,



   

                   

but I know the hearts of men.



   

                   

And what does my heart tell you?



   

                   

You're a most comely woman.



   

                   

Let a man tremble

who wins the hand of a maid,



   

                   

but possesses not the

full passion of her heart.



   

                   

My husband has nothing to fear.



   

                   

Good day Mistress Hibbons.



   

                   

Good day, Mistress Prynne.



   

                   

Good day, Goody Gotwick.



   

                   

I brought these for

Reverend Dimmesdale.



   

                   

The Reverend be occupied

with his work, Missus.



   

                   

Leave them books on the table

and I'll be sure he gets them.



   

                   

Good morrow, Reverend.



   

                   

Good morrow, Mistress Prynne.



   

                   

Knowing you hunger for new reading,



   

                   

I brought you some books.



   

                   

How courteous of you.



   

                   

Please.



   

                   

I must apologize for my

forthrightness on Sabbath last.



   

                   

I've earned a few reprimands

for speaking too bluntly.



   

                   

I owe an apology, too.



   

                   

I can't understand why

I took such offence



   

                   

to such a simple comment.



   

                   

But I have wondered



   

                   

how you were able



   

                   

to see so deeply



   

                   

into my nature.



   

                   

Perhaps I'm a witch.



   

                   

I must be keeping you

from your chores.



   

                   

Thank you for the books.



   

                   

Good day.



   

                   

I'm sorry. My hands

are covered in ink.



   

                   

I've been



   

                   

hovered over

my translations all day.



   

                   

Translations?



   

                   

Aye. I'm attempting to



   

                   

translate the Bible into

the local Indian language,



   

                   

Algonquin.



   

                   

What an ambitious undertaking.



   

                   

But I'm told the Indians don't want

to be guided by our Bible.



   

                   

That war with them is inevitable.



   

                   

Some think that way,

but they're wrong.



   

                   

The Indians, born from a

certain liberty,



   

                   

take not easily

to bridle and bit.



   

                   

No man should.



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

What?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

You keep putting ink

on your face.



   

                   

Oh, I do.



   

                   

There you are.



   

                   

I do hope you enjoy

the books.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Good day.



   

                   

Good day.



   

                   

Mituba?



   

                   

'Tis only a bathing tub,

not a toy of Satan.



   

                   

Mistress Prynne?



   

                   

Reverend Dimmesdale!



   

                   

- You frightened me.

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.



   

                   

It's a wonderful surprise.



   

                   

- It's beautiful.

- Yes, and frightening.



   

                   

Just as Eden must have been.



   

                   

So untouched.



   

                   

Does it not cry out

with it's promise,



   

                   

that everything

can begin anew?



   

                   

I brought back your books.



   

                   

You couldn't have read them all

in four days.



   

                   

Oh no, I did.

I read most of them twice.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

You're welcome.



   

                   

Farewell.



   

                   

Hester...



   

                   

I'm not the man I seem.



   

                   

I've lived here all my life,

my purpose clear.



   

                   

But now I'd risk everything,

my life, my ministry, my soul



   

                   

just to spend a few

moments alone with you.



   

                   

God help me, Hester.



   

                   

I love thee.



   

                   

God help me.

I love thee too.



   

                   

Oh God. Have we lost our way?



   

                   

No!



   

                   

I dreamed of thee speaking

thy heart.



   

                   

I have prayed for it even as

I have dreaded it.



   

                   

Was I alive before

I laid eyes on thee?



   

                   

What shall we do?



   

                   

I know not.



   

                   

Say something to end it,



   

                   

for I have not the power.



   

                   

Nor I.



   

                   

Nay!



   

                   

We could be hanged for this.



   

                   

I've put you in too much danger,



   

                   

and I must end it by walking away

and never speaking with you again.



   

                   

Go then.



   

                   

Do as you promised.





 

                   

Throughout the long summer,

Mistress Prynne and the Reverend



 

                   

avoided each other

at all costs.



 

                   

Mistress Prynne rarely went to town

and the Reverend escaped to the wilds



 

                   

with the Indians



 

                   

and faithful Johnny Sassamon

forcompany.



 

                   

And the colony organized



 

                   

it's annual election day

as usual.



 

                   

No one the wiser that

there existed among them



 

                   

two hearts struggling

against a love



  

                   

that grew stronger with

each passing day.



  

                   

Johnny Sassamon says they've

attacked the "Intrepid".



  

                   

What's he saying,



  

                   

Arthur?



  

                   

The Tarrantines



  

                   

attacked an English ship,

the Intrepid.



  

                   

All were massacred.



  

                   

"Prynne".



  

                   

"Doctor Roger Prynne".



  

                   

Mistress Prynne.



  

                   

I'm here as your minister.



  

                   

Come in.



  

                   

There was an attack,



  

                   

an Indian attack on one of our ships.



  

                   

They say that,



  

                   

all aboard were massacred.



  

                   

I regret to be...



  

                   

the one to bring you

this sad news.



  

                   

I'll leave you to your mourning.



  

                   

Are you certain none survived?



  

                   

They say that the tide

washed away the bodies.



  

                   

God forgive me!



  

                   

I've prayed so long to

be set free.



  

                   

You did not cause his death, Hester.



  

                   

God...



  

                   

took your husband.



  

                   

But was it an answer

to my prayers?



  

                   

Does He work like that?



  

                   

Perhaps.



  

                   

If in His eyes there was no other way



  

                   

we could be together.



  

                   

I must know what the law is.



  

                   

The mourning, how long must one wait?



  

                   

  month? Six months?

What?



  

                   

Where there is no absolute

proof of death,



  

                   

  years must pass before

we're free to be seen in public.



  

                   

  years?



  

                   

Yes...



  

                   

Greetings, Metacomet.



  

                   

We have been



  

                   

enemies.



  

                   

But now Tarrantine



  

                   

and Wampanoag must unite



  

                   

to fight



  

                   

the greedy English.



  

                   

before theypush us into



  

                   

the sea.



  

                   

Were the Indians

cruel to you, Mary?



  

                   

After my little one died,



  

                   

they treated me fair and square.



  

                   

If truth be told,



  

                   

cruel is how you folks have

treated me since I come home.



  

                   

Thank you.



  

                   

I didn't do nothing

that wasn't forced on me!



  

                   

The thought of being

taken by a savage



  

                   

makes me sick to my stomach.



  

                   

Well, they do it on

the backs of their horses,



  

                   

ridin' across the land.



  

                   

Hester, you all right?



  

                   

Yes, I'm just tired.



  

                   

Mary's right.



  

                   

You call them savages.



  

                   

I could tell you a thing or two



  

                   

about your husband

before he tied the knot with you.



  

                   

Stupid slut!



  

                   

Harold would never had nothing

to do with no whore!



  

                   

You think not?



  

                   

I've even seen

one of your windy ministers



  

                   

pokin' an Injun girl,



  

                   

standin' on a bible

so he could roger her better.



  

                   

They always said the Scriptures

should uplift you!



  

                   

I refuse to be with those

who would mock the Holy Book!



  

                   

Well,



  

                   

she'll not be coming back soon.



  

                   

Good riddance to her!



  

                   

We Quakers believe that

the Scriptures be not religion,



  

                   

but only the ceremony

and history of it.



  

                   

I agree.



  

                   

For are not the laws of men

but the imagination of mortals,



  

                   

and the inner spirit

the true voice of Heaven?



  

                   

Hester,



  

                   

I pray you're not sayin'

you talk directly



  

                   

to the Deity?



  

                   

Don't you know that



  

                   

only paid Bible-thumpers

can do that?



  

                   

Have a care, child,



  

                   

or they'll talking of you

the way they talk of me!



  

                   

I know some consider it

blasphemous to say this,



  

                   

but I do talk to God.



  

                   

I have since I was a small child.



   

                   

And He answers me.



   

                   

Mistress Roger Prynne...



   

                   

by order of the Governor of

Masachusetts Bay Colony,



   

                   

you are ordered to appear

before the magistrates



   

                   

at eight tomorrow morn!



   

                   

Don't be tardy!



   

                   

Mistress Prynne,



   

                   

these gentlemen have laid a

charge ofheresy againstyou.



   

                   

Tell me how it is the laws ofmen

are the imagination ofmortals?



   

                   

It is the meetings

thatyou call heresy.



   

                   

Lascivious talk offornication

with savages.



   

                   

Fallen women who tell lies

about good citizens.



   

                   

This is what comes when there is

no qualified man present



   

                   

to guide these women

in their untutored chatterings.



   

                   

If the discourse of women

is untutored chattering,



   

                   

why does the Bible teach that women

shall be the teachers of women?



   

                   

Hester, we ask that

you cease these meetings.



   

                   

No, sirs.

I'll not stop the meetings.



   

                   

Arthur.

Please join us.



   

                   

I've been fishing, sir..



   

                   

You may thank me to remain

where I am.



   

                   

- Please be seated.

- Call our first witness.



   

                   

Is it truly of import?



   

                   

Yes, it is of great consequence.



   

                   

Very well, call your witness.



   

                   

Goody Gotwick?



   

                   

Stand up, Goody.



   

                   

You revealed to my wife

something very disturbing.



   

                   

Tell me, what does it mean

when a woman



   

                   

vomits in the morning hours?



   

                   

And vomits more than once

in the morning hours?



   

                   

I only saw her the one time.



   

                   

Yes. And?



   

                   

Goody Mortimer

saw her get sick in the market.



   

                   

Are you with child?



   

                   

Answer your betters, woman!



   

                   

Do you carry a bastard child

in yur womb?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

Who is the father?



   

                   

You are innocent next to the one

who would hide behind your skirts.



   

                   

We would hang that fornicator!



   

                   

I'll not reveal the name, sir.



   

                   

I will tell you his name!



   

                   

His name is Lucifer!



   

                   

His name is Legion!



   

                   

His name is lust!



   

                   

Gentlemen,



   

                   

What do you hope to accomplish?



   

                   

You know there is no law

against pregnancy.



   

                   

But there is against adultery.



   

                   

It would only adultery if

her husband were found to be alive.



   

                   

The meetings will stop!



   

                   

Governor,



   

                   

if you knew the name of this man,

would you punish Hester Prynne?



   

                   

Has she confessed the name to you?



   

                   

I've confessed nothing!



   

                   

- Tell us the truth, Arthur.

- He knows nothing of my affairs.



   

                   

He speaks as my pastor

to spare me your harsh hand.



   

                   

But I fear not your punishments!



   

                   

I love and honor the man who has

fathered this child!



   

                   

And say what you will,

he is my true husband for life,



   

                   

and I shall furnish no information

which might cause him harm.



   

                   

Very well, you leave me no choice.



   

                   

You're under arrest.



   

                   

Is this your new Jerusalem?



   

                   

Let me have a moment alone

with the woman.



   

                   

- I can draw the name from her.

- You shall have your chance.



   

                   

Gentlemen.



   

                   

I've considered all the arguments



   

                   

and decided Arthur is allowed

to speak to Mistress Prynne alone.



   

                   

Hester Prynne,



   

                   

place your hand

on the Good Book.



   

                   

Let us pray.



   

                   

Let us pray.



   

                   

Why did you not tell me?



   

                   

I was afraid.



   

                   

I thought if I worked hard,

I would miscarry.



   

                   

I must go to Bellingham

with the truth.



   

                   

No, you must not!



   

                   

You are a saint to these people!

They'll hang you for betraying them!



   

                   

I prefer to hang, than allow you

to suffer for me.



   

                   

They've no case against me!



   

                   

- When they tire, they'll release me.

- I know Stonehall.



   

                   

You've challenged him,



   

                   

and he'll not release you



   

                   

until you are humbled

and have recanted your sins.



   

                   

Do you believe we've sinned?



   

                   

I know not.



   

                   

What happen between us had

a consecration. Have you forgotten?



   

                   

I've not forgotten!



   

                   

Arthur, I know you want

to speak out.



   

                   

Your nature cries out for it.



   

                   

But you risk your own ruin

and deny me



   

                   

my right to stand up

to this hypocrisy.



   

                   

Soldier!



   

                   

If I need you to speak,



   

                   

I'll tie this handkerchief

from the window.



   

                   

I love thee woman,



   

                   

but your strength frightens me.



   

                   

I'll do what you ask.



   

                   

Amen.



   

                   

God be with you.



   

                   

I'm sure he already is.



   

                   

Gentlemen,



   

                   

Mistress Prynne has been there

more than   months



   

                   

without any legal justification.



   

                   

Even in Plymouth they regard this

as barbaric!



   

                   

I'd like to free her.

At home, I have no peace on this.



   

                   

But the people see us go to her

week after week, caps in hand,



   

                   

only to be turned away.



   

                   

The woman is unrepentant!



   

                   

She's fortunate we haven't

beaten her publicly!



   

                   

I'm surprised at you Reverend.

You came here a man of reason.



   

                   

I came here expecting

some semblance of order.



   

                   

Instead I find

a den of fractiousness!



   

                   

Sir, if you do not

stem this dissent,



   

                   

my wife and I will return

to England.



   

                   

And take our parishioners!



   

                   

If only she would give us



   

                   

a small sign of contrition.



   

                   

Ifit had been up to him,

my father,



   

                   

he would have ended it and

revealed the truth ofmy origins.



   

                   

But bound by my mother's wish,

he could not.



   

                   

He went every day to see her

and was refused.



   

                   

His eye everon that window

forhersign that it was time



   

                   

to come forward with the truth.



   

                   

Had there been flashes ofPrynne's

unstable nature before



   

                   

in England?



   

                   

No one knows.



   

                   

But now, free from

Puritan society,



   

                   

he was increasingly seized

by spirits so powerful



   

                   

they were terrifying

even to the Indians.



   

                   

He has a ghost in him.



   

                   

He'll bring us bad luck.



   

                   

Send him home.



   

                   

Forgive me, Lord,



   

                   

forI have turned from

my Heavenly Father.



   

                   

Forgive me.



   

                   

Lord, bring me back to thy bosom.



   

                   

God's teeth, child!

How could they leave you thus?



   

                   

I'm so glad you're here!



   

                   

  months and not one visitor.



   

                   

Some of us came, my dear,

but we were turned away.



   

                   

Your slave came every day.

How quick are the pains?



   

                   

- They're not stopping.

- Here.



   

                   

Take a sip of this.



   

                   

I wager you won't refuse

my cider this time.



   

                   

Rvd. Dimmesdale tried always

to get you freed.



   

                   

- Another?

- Yes.



   

                   

All right, breathe deep.

Breathe deep.



   

                   

Hold on to me!

Good girl!



   

                   

Easy, easy.



   

                   

Let me see.



   

                   

All's well. All's well.

It's close.



   

                   

It's very close.

Come, my dear. It's time.



   

                   

Up you sit.



   

                   

Good girl. There.



   

                   

Move down a little.

Good.



   

                   

This child is ready to be born.



   

                   

We've work to do!



   

                   

There.



   

                   

How could they

keep me here so long?



   

                   

Well, I'll say this,



   

                   

you must have a will of iron.



   

                   

When you take on the men,

it leads to death.



   

                   

All right, my dear.

Chin down and bear down hard!



   

                   

More and harder!



   

                   

Harder! Good!



   

                   

Good girl. That's it.



   

                   

Easy.



   

                   

Easy.



   

                   

Good. Easy.



   

                   

Are you sure

God's not punishing me?



   

                   

To be sure he's punishing you.



   

                   

He be giving you a child!.



   

                   

Now. Gently.



   

                   

Now the head is coming.



   

                   

The head is through.



   

                   

Just a little more.

Easy.



   

                   

Easy. Easy.



   

                   

She'd here!



   

                   

Oh, thank you, God!



   

                   

Yes!



   

                   

Little Pearl.

Yes!



   

                   

Yes!



   

                   

Harriet, she's here!



   

                   

She's here.



   

                   

Sit there, Mistress.



   

                   

Proceed, Reverend.



   

                   

I'll have them fetch fresh clothes

for you and the babe.



   

                   

I bring good news.



   

                   

I've prevailed upon the Governor.



   

                   

You are to be freed.



   

                   

But by law...



   

                   

you'll be brought to the scaffold



   

                   

for reprimand.



   

                   

Hester.



   

                   

Whatever is said,



   

                   

please,



   

                   

be as contrite as

your conscience permits.



   

                   

If not for my sake,

for the babe's.



   

                   

I beg you,

don't anger them further!



   

                   

I've come to baptize

the babe.



   

                   

I've died not seeing you.



   

                   

I came every day.



   

                   

I baptize this child,



   

                   

Pearl.



   

                   

Pearl.



   

                   

In the name of the Father,



   

                   

and the son,



   

                   

and the Holy Ghost.



   

                   

May the Lord bless thee,



   

                   

and care for thee,



   

                   

and watch over thee.



   

                   

Amen.



   

                   

Freeing this woman



   

                   

is an invitation to every wife



   

                   

to defy her husband.



   

                   

Every child it's parent!



   

                   

No, she should be released.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

You don't put her in prison,



   

                   

you put the prison in her.



   

                   

So each time someone sees her,



   

                   

her sin will be marked into

her soul afresh.



   

                   

Cunningly contrived, my dear.



   

                   

Make way in the King's name.



   

                   

A blessing on the righteous

Colony of Massachusetts,



   

                   

where iniquity is dragged

into the sunlight!



   

                   

Know ye



   

                   

that Mistress Roger Prynne



   

                   

has been ordered



   

                   

to bear punishment for

fornication and adultery.



   

                   

If it be determined later



   

                   

that her husband be still alive,



   

                   

she may face a most severe penalty,



   

                   

which is to be hanged by the neck

until dead.



   

                   

Pray, silence,

for his Excellency,



   

                   

the Governor.



   

                   

Hester Prynne,



   

                   

though you show no

modesty in you apparel,



   

                   

yet you have a chance, still,

to repent your sins.



   

                   

Yes, Hester, repent!



   

                   

Child, don't you believe

you have sinned?



   

                   

I believe I have sinned

in your eyes,



   

                   

but who is to know if God

shares your views?



   

                   

Woman,



   

                   

transgress not the limits

of Heaven's mercy!



   

                   

Reverend Dimmesdale,

you are her pastor.



   

                   

Speak to her for all our sakes!



   

                   

Soften her, her hardness

her obstinacy!



   

                   

Listen to the Reverend!



   

                   

Speak to the woman, my brother.



   

                   

Exalt her to confess the truth!



   

                   

Hester Prynne,



   

                   

you hear what these

good men say,



   

                   

and see the accountablity

under which I labor.



   

                   

For your soul's peace,



   

                   

I charge thee



   

                   

speak out the name



   

                   

of your fellow sinner.



   

                   

Be not silent



   

                   

for some mistaken pity

or tenderness for him.



   

                   

For believe me, if he could



   

                   

step down and stand beside you

on your pedestal of shame,



   

                   

it would be better than to



   

                   

carry a guilty heart

through life.



   

                   

What can your silence

do for him,



   

                   

except to tempt him?



   

                   

And compel him



   

                   

to add hypocrisy to sin?



   

                   

Speak.



   

                   

She will not speak.



   

                   

In the name of the Lord,

name him!



   

                   

Name him!



   

                   

- His name!

- What is his name?



   

                   

Who might he be?



   

                   

Very well.



   

                   

Beadle!



   

                   

Mistress, if you do not speak out



   

                   

his name, wear upon your bodice



   

                   

this symbol of your sinful

fornication.



   

                   

Heed not this



   

                   

final warning,



   

                   

and you will be a pariah,



   

                   

cut off, shunned

and reviled by every man,



   

                   

woman and child in this town!



   

                   

Why do you wait?

Put it on!



   

                   

It is not a badge of my shame,

but your own!



   

                   

What do you want?



   

                   

Have I changed so much,

my beloved,



   

                   

that you would slay me as I

resurrect myself from the dead?



   

                   

Roger?



   

                   

Hester.



   

                   

Was I ever unkind to you?



   

                   

Did I not love thee?



   

                   

Did I not see thee

above all womanhood?



   

                   

Are you not bound to me

by sacred oath?



   

                   

Or has this new land turned thee

into a heathen?



   

                   

Lay our bed will thou, wife.



   

                   

Pray for thy sins, Hester Prynne.



   

                   

Beg the Lord to forgive

thy corruption.



   

                   

Pray and I'll wash thee

as white as snow.



   

                   

White as snow, my love.



   

                   

White as snow.



   

                   

White as snow.



   

                   

Arthur?



   

                   

Hester?



   

                   

Thank God you're here!



   

                   

- Why are you taking this risk?

- I had to warn you.



   

                   

My husband is alive.



   

                   

Dear God!



   

                   

Alive?



   

                   

Now we'll hang for certain.



   

                   

Why would he show up at this moment

if he wasn't God's dark messenger,



   

                   

sent to punish us.



   

                   

Arthur, you must leave without us.



   

                   

I cannot bear to see you

trapped here,



   

                   

under his watchful eye forever.



   

                   

Hester, I must stay

and watch over you and Pearl.



   

                   

No. You don't know him.



   

                   

He'll wait for us to

betray each other



   

                   

with the slightest glance

or the merest gesture.



   

                   

Please. You must go!



   

                   

This God's punishment,



   

                   

because we tried to run

from His Will.



   

                   

I will not say farewell, Hester.



   

                   

Pray God watch over you.



   

                   

And so will I.



   

                   

Kiss Pearl for me each night.



   

                   

'Tis easy to see

the mother's part in her.



   

                   

Is it beyond research,

I wonder,



   

                   

to analyze her nature,

and from it's make and mold,



   

                   

give a shrewd guess

as to the father?



   

                   

What are your expectations?



   

                   

I do not expect your heart

to return to you quickly.



   

                   

But I hope one day

you will draw me again



   

                   

into your heart.



   

                   

Love has forced me to open

my heart to another.



   

                   

Watch your tongue, woman!



   

                   

'Tis this phantom lover who

puts these words into your mouth 



   

                   

Where is he?



   

                   

Is his kiss



   

                   

still wet on your lips,

on your breast?



   

                   

- I demand to know!

- If I spent   months in a cold jail,



   

                   

and did not tell these iron men,



   

                   

what makes you think

I'll tell you now?



   

                   

These trials have made me strong!



   

                   

And I am not the child

you married!



   

                   

Why not announce yourself openly

and cast me off at once.



   

                   

No, no.



   

                   

I seek no vengeance against you.



   

                   

But the man lives

who wronged us both.



   

                   

He bears no letter of infamy



   

                   

wrought into his garment.



   

                   

But I shall read it on his heart.



   

                   

Breathe one word to him

of my true identity,



   

                   

and you will both hang.



   

                   

If you try to escape,



   

                   

you will be easily found.



   

                   

Easily!



   

                   

From the savages



   

                   

I have learned patience,



   

                   

Hester Prynne.



   

                   

Goody Gotwick, thank you.



   

                   

Reverend, allow me to introduce

our newest boarder,



   

                   

Doctor Chilling...



   

                   

- Chillingworth.

- Chillingworth.



   

                   

Good day, man.



   

                   

Good day, sir.



   

                   

What brings you

to our colony, sir?



   

                   

I'm a physician, sir.

I would cleanse the ills



   

                   

of the community.



   

                   

Have I said something strange?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

I'm amazed.



   

                   

We have prayed

for a skilled physician.



   

                   

I see you are translating

the Bible into Algonquin.



   

                   

A most difficult tongue

to master.



   

                   

If I can be of help, Reverend.



   

                   

I am fluent in Algonquin.



   

                   

- Fluent?

- Yes.



   

                   

I was a prisoner of the Tarrantine.



   

                   

When I spoke improperly,

I was whipped.



   

                   

I learned quite rapidly.



   

                   

How were you captured?



   

                   

I was working my farm in Virginia.

They came,



   

                   

killed my wife, Eleanor,

God rest her soul,



   

                   

and our infant son,



   

                   

and sold me into captivity.



   

                   

It's a wonder you're not consumed



   

                   

with bitterness and despair.



   

                   

No, no. In truth,

I am indebted to the Indians.



   

                   

Some say they are savages,

but true savagery,



   

                   

I find resides elsewhere.



   

                   

Mistress Roger Prynne.



   

                   

Mistress Prynne.



   

                   

And what is your duty, boy?



   

                   

Follow you around, Mistress.



   

                   

Well, at least they'll

make a path for me.



   

                   

Whore!



   

                   

God will punish you, sinner!



   

                   

Jezebel!



   

                   

You're not welcome here!



   

                   

Be gone, Hester Prynne!



   

                   

Soap, please. Three pieces.



   

                   

Although he wore no outward

symbol ofhis shame,



   

                   

my father wore his own scarlet

letteron the bosom ofhis soul.



   

                   

The pain oftheirseparation

must have affected us all.



   

                   

I was a troublesome child.



   

                   

My fatherached formy mother,



   

                   

and filled his loneliness

in the wilds with Johnny.



   

                   

They struggled



   

                   

to keep alive theirdream



   

                   

ofbuilding a bridge

between English and Indian.



   

                   

Johnny,



   

                   

why are they so close to town?



   

                   

They say our people have

fallen asleep.



   

                   

So they must remain awake

for all of us.



   

                   

I'm worried.



   

                   

Is war coming?



   

                   

The great experiment

is not working, is it?





 

                   

Yes, he's right.



 

                   

If there's war, what is to stop

our praying Indians



 

                   

from rising up



 

                   

and slitting our throats

as we sleep?



 

                   

Faith, Thomas. Faith.



 

                   

I know what will stop them.



 

                   

Arthur's friendship

with Johnny Sassamon.



 

                   

Johnny would never betray Arthur.



 

                   

He worships him.



  

                   

As Peter worshipped



  

                   

Jesus.



  

                   

Gentlemen.

Doctor.



  

                   

If there's a true war,



  

                   

God help us all.



  

                   

for neither we nor

the savaged will survive it.



  

                   

I see the governor appreciates

the signs less than yee,



  

                   

his Godly advisors.



  

                   

It is not always easy.



  

                   

Strangely, the same thing

happened in Virginia.



  

                   

Before the attack,



  

                   

there were signs

that went unheeded.



  

                   

What manner of signs?



  

                   

The bad winter.

The crop failures.



  

                   

Far too many Quakers

and foreigners in the town.



  

                   

Some minor elements



  

                   

of witchcraft, etc.



  

                   

Exactly!



  

                   

Our first sign was that



  

                   

of Hester Prynne

and her women's meetings.



  

                   

Then the severe winter.



  

                   

The failed crops.



  

                   

You see, sir,



  

                   

my colleague has feared

from the start,



  

                   

that in the matter of

Mistress Prynne,



  

                   

witchcraft was involved.



  

                   

Then why in all this time

have you not taken measures



  

                   

to cleanse your colony?



  

                   

What measures do you speak of?



  

                   

Did you examine the women

present at those meetings?



  

                   

Have you queried the midwife,



  

                   

or inspected the child

for the witch's marks?



  

                   

I shall fear no evil.



  

                   

I prepare us a table

in the presence of thine enemy.



  

                   

My cup



  

                   

runneth over.



  

                   

Surely goodness



  

                   

and mercy shall follow me.



  

                   

I will dwell

in the house of the Lord.



  

                   

The babe's clean,



  

                   

at present.



  

                   

Hester,



  

                   

we shall leave your child

with you for the present,



  

                   

but you must assure us

it will be raised a Christian.



  

                   

Yes, yes.



  

                   

Yes.



  

                   

I've been your friend today.



  

                   

But it cannot always be so.

No.



  

                   

For inside me I grow

more wretched by the day.



  

                   

I yearn so much for thee.



  

                   

I fear I might destroy



  

                   

her whole world

to win her back.



  

                   

Tell old Harriet

what's troubling you.



  

                   

I never imagined



  

                   

how cruel and cunning

their punishment could be.



  

                   

Stonehall y Cheever

stop to preach at me in the street.



  

                   

The people pointing and shouting.



  

                   

Even the children.



  

                   

And that horrible drummer boy

following me everywhere.



  

                   

Perhaps it was all for naught.



  

                   

I wonder if to be a woman

is worthwhile at all.



  

                   

Even for the happiest of women.



  

                   

Courage, child.



  

                   

Take heart. At least you've

known what it is to love.



  

                   

But what if I've repaid it

by destroying him?



  

                   

What if



  

                   

everything I believed

so strongly was a lie?



  

                   

Vain and



  

                   

selfish.



  

                   

Prynne's cruelpunishments



  

                   

were succeeding.



  

                   

The seasons ran theircourse.



  

                   

The distance between them

was impassable.



  

                   

My mother took the terrible risk

ofwriting to my father,



  

                   

reminding to keep theirlove

and his silence.



  

                   

The subtle but constant

presence ofPrynne



  

                   

was a torment



  

                   

that threatened

my father's very soul.



  

                   

As forPrynne,



  

                   

his lust forrevenge



  

                   

fed on itself



  

                   

so that he hungered formore.



  

                   

Good morrow, Mituba.



  

                   

What a pleasant day

for a ride.



  

                   

Poor Mituba.



  

                   

You're renowned for your loyalty

to your Mistress, and I see why.



  

                   

Was your dry lunch

a communication from her lover?



  

                   

I have the power to arrest you

as an accomplice t adultery



  

                   

and bring you before the magistrates

for questioning.



  

                   

And since you are a slave,



   

                   

they might whip you to death.



   

                   

Easy. Easy.



   

                   

I only want to help

the one we both love.



   

                   

To free herself from the grasp

of a fiend.



   

                   

Dear Lord, this is it!



   

                   

He made you strip naked

before him!



   

                   

Totally naked!



   

                   

Was there a presence

in the room?



   

                   

Now think! Think!



   

                   

He might have come

in one of his many disguises.



   

                   

Did he come as a bird?



   

                   

Oh, God. I feel



   

                   

the presence of Lucifer!



   

                   

Save yourself before

it's too late!



   

                   

Gentlemen, please!



   

                   

Enough!



   

                   

Enough!



   

                   

Go home, Mituba.

You've been a wondrous help.



   

                   

Commend us to your Mistress.



   

                   

Go home.



   

                   

Go home.



   

                   

So there is a malignancy



   

                   

to be cut our here.



   

                   

But what kind of witness

will a slave be in court?



   

                   

The bird, obviously.

is Harriet Hibbons.



   

                   

What is it, Pearl?



   

                   

- Forgive me, Hester.

- Harriet.



   

                   

Yours was the first place

I thought of to hide.



   

                   

What is it?



   

                   

They've, they've,

they've ah...



   

                   

broken into my house.

They're looking for me in the woods.



   

                   

I've been named



   

                   

as a witch!



   

                   

In the name of God!



   

                   

Halt there!



   

                   

Yes, sir!



   

                   

What's the meaning

of this intrusion?



   

                   

Stand aside, woman!



   

                   

We know the witch is in here.



   

                   

There's no one inside



   

                   

but me, my child and Mituba.



   

                   

So unless you have a warrant,

be gone.



   

                   

Reverend Dimmesdale.



   

                   

What's happening, major?



   

                   

We've cornered ourselves a witch.



   

                   

Here in Hester Prynne's cottage.



   

                   

If there's a witch

inside the house, major,



   

                   

I'll find her.



   

                   

Right.



   

                   

One man at the door.



   

                   

- Soldier!

- Sir?



   

                   

Pearl's grown tall.



   

                   

She's an elf.



   

                   

Willful.



   

                   

Dear God, Hester.



   

                   

It's been so long.



   

                   

You'r thin.



   

                   

Are you hiding someone, Hester?



   

                   

Why do you...?



   

                   

Why are you risking



   

                   

further anger from the elders?



   

                   

Because she is no witch!

She's committed no crime



   

                   

beyond speaking her mind!



   

                   

If she is innocent,



   

                   

I assure you no harm

will befall her.



   

                   

Arthur. After all that

has happened,



   

                   

how can you still trust

these iron men?



   

                   

Don't you see what's happening?



   

                   

Last month they brought

Sally Short for questioning.



   

                   

They held her for   days.

Last week it was Mary Rollins.



   

                   

They just questioned them!



   

                   

What's the crime in that?



   

                   

The crime is they had nothing!



   

                   

Don't you see



   

                   

this is some malevolence?



   

                   

- What has become of you?

- God, woman!



   

                   

What are your demands?



   

                   

I've given up everything

I own sacred!



   

                   

I'm in Hell!



   

                   

In the eye of your husband,

who lurks at my side day and night.



   

                   

In the eye of all who come to me

to unburden their soul!



   

                   

I'm a pollution!



   

                   

I'm a lie!



   

                   

They are the pollution!



   

                   

They are the lie!



   

                   

But you allow them to destroy

all that is good in you!



   

                   

What's happened

to the man I love?



   

                   

Does he not still live inside thee?



   

                   

Our love, woman,

was a folly.



   

                   

And the voice we heard,



   

                   

we have been punished

for listening to!



   

                   

What have I become?



   

                   

To betray the onlyperson on earth

who had shown herkindness.



   

                   

What could feel worse than that?



   

                   

Mituba?



   

                   

Poor, mute Mituba.



   

                   

When Prynne summoned her,



   

                   

she wanted only to undo the harm

sh'd caused her Mistress.



   

                   

Peace in this House!



   

                   

Peace, I say. Peace!



   

                   

You find these proceedings

humorous, Mistress?



   

                   

Do you expect me

to take them seriously?



   

                   

You're a bunch of grown men



   

                   

poking around my private parts

looking for witch's marks!



   

                   

The slave, Mituba...



   

                   

Peace, I say. Peace!



   

                   

The witness, the slave Mituba,

has been found dead.



   

                   

I told you she was a witch!



   

                   

- Mistress Hibbons is a witch!

- She's a witch!



   

                   

Witch!



   

                   

Have you lost all reason?



   

                   

There's no witchcraft here!



   

                   

This is murder!



   

                   

Guards,



   

                   

restrain this woman!



   

                   

Satan is not at work

here among the women!



   

                   

But if he's here, perhaps is

at work among you men!



   

                   

Here Satan speaks!



   

                   

Governor?



   

                   

I have evidence to render.



   

                   

As you know,



   

                   

Mistress Hibbons midwifed

Mistress Prynne's



   

                   

baby Pearl.



   

                   

Sweet Pearl.



   

                   

Bastard!



   

                   

No!



   

                   

Pearl.



   

                   

I wish you were my girl.



   

                   

Poor fatherless child.



   

                   

Would you like to learn a game?



   

                   

Yes. Now do what I do.



   

                   

If I pinch my nose.



   

                   

You too.

Very good, very good.



   

                   

Now,



   

                   

pull up my shirt and

show my tummy tum-tum.



   

                   

Now show me your tummy tum-tum.



   

                   

Pull up your shirt.



   

                   

Behold the witch's mark!



   

                   

Behold the devil's own child!



   

                   

The devil's own child!

The devil's own child!



   

                   

This woman is innocent!



   

                   

Innocent? Since you first spoke

of this woman,



   

                   

all we've dreames and toiled for

in God's name has been threatened!



   

                   

I've heard enough!



   

                   

Have you listened?



   

                   

Factions! Arguments!

Dissent!



   

                   

That is the work of Satan!



   

                   

The town was in an uproar.



   

                   

My fatherrisked one last

meeting with my mother,



   

                   

convinced that ifthey were to hang



   

                   

Harriet, it would not be long



   

                   

before my motherand I

would be seized... and hung.



   

                   

I had to speak out.



   

                   

I couldn't stop myself.



   

                   

Damn your husband!



   

                   

You and Pearl must go in hiding.

Tonight.



   

                   

I cannot.



   

                   

I cannot run.



   

                   

What are you saying?



   

                   

Forgive me.



   

                   

Whatever happens,



   

                   

promise me

you'll look after Pearl. I.



   

                   

God, woman, how much further

must you take this?



   

                   

As far as my strength

will take me.



   

                   

If Harriet is to hang,

I must hang with her.



   

                   

I'll ask the other women

to stand with us.



   

                   

They can't hang us all.



   

                   

Hester, are we ever

to know a life together?



   

                   

I love thee.



   

                   

I love thee and always will.



   

                   

I will always love thee.



   

                   

Lord God, we stood before thee

naked once,



   

                   

and now we stand before thee



   

                   

naked again, as a family.



   

                   

God! Thou has given me this

as a gift,



   

                   

and I will not give it up!



   

                   

Not while I have the strength.



   

                   

Arthur?



   

                   

Arthur?



   

                   

Arthur?



   

                   

Evening Mistress Prynne.

Expecting someone else?



   

                   

Ah, no.



   

                   

Didn't you call out for Arthur?



   

                   

The only Arthur I know is...

Dimmesdale.



   

                   

You misunderstood me,

I didn't say...



   

                   

I should have guessed

long ago.



   

                   

You naughty girl.



   

                   

So you fucked our minister.



   

                   

God, I'm about to savour

a priceless morsel!



   

                   

Up we go!



   

                   

Did he suck your breasts?



   

                   

Did he lick you?



   

                   

Where did he lick you?



   

                   

Show me!



   

                   

How I wanted to put it in you!



   

                   

This is to make you pay

for my fantasies.



   

                   

While you were torturing me,



   

                   

you were giving it to another.



   

                   

Damned witch!



   

                   

Get out!



   

                   

Do up your britches

and get out!



   

                   

Bastard! Get out of here!



   

                   

How I will enjoy watching

you and the pastor hang!



   

                   

Open up, doctor!



   

                   

There are matters between us

we must discus immediately.



   

                   

So, Arthur Dimmesdale.



   

                   

At last justice is done!



   

                   

ˇHa sido asesinado!



   

                   

Call out the militia!

Call out the guards!



   

                   

It's a sign!

The Lord has sent us a sign!



   

                   

We have strayed!



   

                   

See how he punishes us!



   

                   

It's Brewster.

Those savages



   

                   

have killed him!



   

                   

My son! My son!



   

                   

Damned heathens!



   

                   

Lock up the praying Indians,



   

                   

before they murder us

in our beds!



   

                   

Get the praying Indians!



   

                   

Praying Indians into the compound!



   

                   

We are loyal to you!



   

                   

We are loyal to you!



   

                   

By order of the Governor of the

Massachusetts Bay Colony,



   

                   

you are under arrest

for the crime of heresy.



   

                   

Stop this. It was one of us

who killed Brewster.



   

                   

I have proof.



   

                   

Bastard!



   

                   

Johnny, run to Metacomet's

place by the river.



   

                   

Tell him to come and

save his people. Run, man!



   

                   

Here come the witches!



   

                   

Open the cell.



   

                   

- Never mind the child.

- Pearl!



   

                   

- Get in, woman!

- Pearl?



   

                   

Worry not, Mistress.



   

                   

I'll see she's raised up

to fear the Lord.



   

                   

Open up, murderer!



   

                   

There is no witchcraft here!



   

                   

If we hang these women,



   

                   

then what have we become?



   

                   

Who are we



   

                   

to condemn



   

                   

on God's behalf?



   

                   

I love this woman.



   

                   

I am



   

                   

the father of her child.



   

                   

And in God's eyes,



   

                   

I am her husband.



   

                   

If you must hang someone,



   

                   

to appease



   

                   

your anger and fear,



   

                   

then hang me.



   

                   

Hang him!



   

                   

Hang him!

Hang him!



   

                   

Hang him!



   

                   

Bastards!



   

                   

Hester!



   

                   

Where's my daughter, Pearl?



   

                   

She's in the meeting house!



   

                   

You are free, my people.

Go back to Metacomet!



   

                   

Go back to the forest!



   

                   

Bellingham will do anything

to conceal this madness from England.



   

                   

He has sworn to me that

he will remove the letter.



   

                   

And make thee a public apology.



   

                   

How close they are,

love and hate.



   

                   

We're no less bound by one

than the other.



   

                   

Rest in peace, Roger Prynne.



   

                   

This letter has served a purpose.



   

                   

Though not the one



   

                   

they had intended.



   

                   

So why would I stay here?



   

                   

To be accepted by them?

To be tamed by them?



   

                   

- There is no perfect world.

- No, not perfect.



   

                   

But we came here

to make a new one.



   

                   

And for Pearl's sake,



   

                   

I must do just that.



   

                   

Hester.



   

                   

Hester!



   

                   

Look at me.



   

                   

If I look at you,

I won't be able to leave



   

                   

Then leave.



   

                   

Brave the wilds!



   

                   

But Hester,



   

                   

I'm not letting you

go without me.



   

                   

They're watching us.



   

                   

In the faraway Carolinas,



   

                   

they were at last to find

a measure ofthe happiness



   

                   

that hade been denied them

forso long.



   

                   

My fatherdied before

I reached my teens.



   

                   

Some say that was

a punishment.



   

                   

My motherneverremarried

norloved another.



   

                   

Some say that was a punishment.



   

                   

As forme,



   

                   

I do not see it that way.



   

                   

Myparents shared

a love like no other.



   

                   

I know the spirit ofthat love

lives within me.



   

                   

And will live within

my children forever.



   

                   

Who is to say what is a sin

in God's eyes?











  

 
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