Witchouse II: Blood Coven

Oh there it is, that's it.

Pull in here.

Come one, what are you waiting for?

Oh, I can't believe you talked me

into coming out here in the middle of the night like this.

Oh, get out here silly.

Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Okay,

let me focus this damn thing.

Where are you? Oh, there you are.

It's "Dez and Dementia's Midnight Horror Hour."

With your hostess, Dementia Shame.

Cute.

We are gonna get so busted.

And you weren't worried about that

the first time we came back here.

Remember?

The back seat of your parents' car?

Oh yeah.

You know, I wish they'd put there damn mall

someplace else.

This is our place.

Our place, huh?

Yeah.

As in our first time.

Wait a minute.

What about that night in your parents' living room

during the "Bob Newhart Show?"

That doesn't count.

It wasn't a full moon.

Got it, sorry.

Yeah, I just wish they'd take the bulldozers

and go way.

Anyway, I thought we'd come up here

for one last fling.

Fling?

Yeah. Come on.

Come on where?

- Let's have a look around. - Are you kidding?

It's the middle of the night.

And it's dark in there.

Oh, is my big, bad goth boy afraid of the dark?

No, hell no.

What is it then?

The witches?

Yeah, right.

Oh, come on, we all know the stories

about all the witches buried in the woods out here.

Oh, we even believed 'em when we were kids.

Yeah, we believed in the Tooth Fairy too.

Oh, okay.

So you're not scared.

Come on, let's go.

Why don't we come back tomorrow before sunset?

I mean, the light will be better.

You have light.

Besides, I don't wanna come back tomorrow.

I'm in the mood now.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Please.

Pretty please?

Do it for me.

You better make good on that promise

if I have to go into these damn woods.

Dementia, where are you?

This is no time to play hide and seek.

Is she out of her mind?

Dementia. Come on.

This isn't funny anymore.

- Boo! - Jesus!

I almost pissed myself.

Oh, come on. Would you lighten up?

How do you know the we're alone?

I mean, anybody could be out here watching us.

Ooh. A witch, maybe.

After all, this is their place too.

They're probably as pissed off as we are.

Maybe they're pissed off enough for revenge.

Yeah,

well you can just...

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

I heard something.

You are so paranoid.

I'm not fucking around.

I heard something.

I'm sorry. It's my fault.

I had to go bring up all the big, bad witches.

That's not the point.

I'm telling you, somebody else is out here.

Yeah, just bra me.

You know what? I should have known better.

To think that this place

held any sentimental value to you at all.

You know that's not true.

I heard it that time.

I can't see anything.

You know, let's go back to the car, okay?

We can't even be alone without some pervs spying on us.

Come on, the car's not far.

Shit!

Oh God, they're following us!

Are you sure?

I hear something up in the trees!

I don't even have a shirt!

Forget it.

I'll buy you a new one.

Ow! Ow!

Are you all right?

Yeah. Fine.

That was three months ago.

The last time anyone heard from those kids.

At first this footage was dismissed as some kind of hoax.

Although these days it seems people

will think anything is real

if it's hyped well enough.

Anyway, yesterday a crew preparing

the property for demolition dug up this.

They're graves.

And they're pretty old from what I can see here.

Four buddies.

They're definitely not the kids in that videotape.

So we need to find out exactly who they are.

Myths and urban legends aside,

your job is to get out there and identify those corpses.

The locals have their panties in a bunch

because they had to halt construction

of their new mega mall

until we can find out whose bodies they are

and get them properly buried off the site.

That's it, Professor Sparrow.

A few DNA tests, some historical research

with your students.

You're in, you're out, you're sleeping.

Sounds like fun.

So this is home?

For the moment, anyway.

This is home sweet home.

Dibs on a room in front.

Don't get too comfortable.

Remember, the rest of the team is joining us later tonight.

Yeah, and I am not rooming with Clark.

The man snores like a buzzsaw.

Well, we all make sacrifices.

This house gives me the chills.

This entire county gives me the chills.

Speaking of which, this guy looks

like he ate the long arm of the law.

Behave yourself, Norman.

That's no way to speak to adults

with weapons.

Yes, Mother.

Mrs. Sparrow, Sheriff Jake Harmon.

Welcome to Covington County.

Really?

Quite the fight your city council put up

to keep the university away from here.

I wasn't expecting such a fuzzy welcome.

You didn't take any of that personally, did ya?

Well, it has only been 110 years

since you people burned your last witch.

You know, you city folks just kill me.

Okay.

Norman.

And who are these good looking youngsters?

Students of yours?

Oh, yes.

This is Stephanie Zinone.

Miss.

Nice to meet you, Sheriff

And our resident man on the moon here

is Norman Soderquist.

Soderquist.

What kind of a name is that?

A very difficult one to pronounce,

but an easy one to remember.

Well fine.

And about the city council,

you have to understand,

they work hard to attract business

like that mall to Covington.

Means new jobs, a big boost to the economy.

I understand that, Sheriff.

Well all I want is those bodies out of there

so we can get on with business as usual.

Trust me, Sheriff,

we have no desire to spend

a moment longer here than necessary.

That's what I wanna hear.

Now if you folks need anything,

don't hesitate to give a call, okay?

We'll put you on speed dial.

Oh.

Here are the keys.

Thank you.

Have a nice day.

I don't think I've ever been told

that I'm not welcome so politely.

Well, we're not here to win any popularity contests.

Let's just do our jobs and go home.