Hocus Pocus

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Emily? Emily!

Elijah, Elijah! Has thee seen my sister Emily?

Oh, God. The woods!

- - Emily!

- Now she's done for. - Not yet!

You wake my father, summon the elders. Go!

Emily!

Ah!

Come, child.

- Ah! - Oh, yes.

- Emily. -

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Oh, look. Another glorious morning.

It makes me sick!

Sisters!

Yes, Winnie.

We're coming, Winnie, right away. Sorry.

Must have been an imp.

My darling.

My little book.

We must continue with our spell now that our little guest of honor has arrived.

Wake up. Wake up, darling.

Oh, come along, darling. There you are.

Aaah! Mary!

Right here, Winnie, right here. Sorry.

Hello, hello.

- I notice sister Sarah isn't helping. - I lured the child here.

- Leave her be. - Ah, ah, ah!

- She hath done her chore. - You're right, I'm wrong.

- - All right.

'Tis time!

There it is. Bring to a full rolling bubble.

Add two drops oil of boil.

I got it, it's heavy. You do that, I'll do this.

Mix blood of owl with the herb that's red.

Turn three times, pluck a hair from my head.

Add a dash of pox and a dead man's toe.

- Dead man's toe and make it a fresh one. - Dead man's toe!

De-- Ooh!

Fresh one.

Dead, dead, dead. - Dead man's toe and a--

Will you two stop that?

- I need to concentrate. - Sorry. Uh.

She needs to concentrate.

Ummm, newt saliva--

- l-l smell a child. - Neh, what dost thou call that?

- A child? - Humph!

Sisters! Gather 'round.

- One thing more and all is done. - Yeah?

Add a bit of thine own tongue.

- - Oh, Winnie, thou art divine.

'Tis ready for tasting.

One drop of this and her life will be mine.

- I mean, ours. - Yes.

All right, girl.

Open up your mouth.

- No! - A boy!

- Get him, you fools! - I got him. I knew I smelled a boy.

Come on. Come to mama.

- Get away from my cauldron! - Come on.

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My potion!

Emily! Aaah!

Winnie.

Winnie. Look.

Ah! Sisters, prepare thyselves.

'Tis her life force. The potion works.

Take my hands. We will share her.

Oh, Winnie, how generous of thee.

Uh, uh, uh.

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Sisters! Behold!

I... am... beautiful!

Boys will love me!

We're young!

Oh, well... younger. But...

it's a start!

Sisters!

Ooh, Winifred, thou art a mere sprig of a girl.

Liar! But I shall be a sprig forever...

once I suck the life out of all the children in Salem.

- Let's brew another batch. - You hag!

- Let's brew another batch. - You hag!

There are not enough children in the world to make thee young and beautiful.

- Hag. - Uh-oh.

Sisters, did you hear what he called you?

Whatever shall we do with him?

Let's barbecue and filet him.

Hang him on a hook and let me play with him?

No! Book?

Darling, come to mummy.

Yes. His punishment must be more fulsome,

more lingering.

Dazzle me, my darling.

Let's see: amnesia, bunions, chilblains, cholera.

Tsk-tsk-tsk. We can do better than that, I think.

Let's see what we have. Oh! Ahhh!

Perfect!

As usual.

- His punishment shall not be to die, - No?

but to live forever with his guilt.

As what, Winnie, as what?

Jump back!

Twist the bones and bend the back.

Itch-it-a-cop-it-a, Mel-a-ka-mys-ti-ca.

Trim him of his baby fat.

Itch-it-a-cop-it-a, Mel-a-ka-mys-ti-ca.

Give him fur black as black.

- Just... - like...

this!

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- - Open!

Witches! Daughters of darkness! Open this door!

- Hide the child! - The child!

- - Witches? Uh.

There be no witches here, sir.

Don't get your knickers in a twist.

We are just three kindly old spinster ladies.

Spending a quiet evening at home.

- Sucking the lives out of little children! - Aaah!

- Winifred Sanderson? - Yes?

I will ask thee one final time.

Yes?

What hast thou done with my son, Thackery?

- Thackery? Hmm. - Answer me!

Well, I don't know.

Cat's got my tongue!

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Listen. This is terribly uncomfortable.

Thrice I with mercury purify...

- and spit upon the 12 tables. - Don't listen. Cover your ears!

Listen to them not!

Fools! All of you!

My ungodly book speaks to you.

On All Hallows Eve when the moon is round,

a virgin will summon us from under the ground.

We shall be back!

And the lives of all the children shall be mine!

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- - Away!

Away, beast!

Poor Thackery Binx.

Neither his father, his mother, nor anyone else...

ever knew what became of him...

those 300 years ago.

And so, the Sanderson sisters...

were hanged by the Salem townfolk.

Now, there are those who say that on Halloween night...

a black cat still guards the old Sanderson house,

warning off any who might make the witches...

come back to life.

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Gimme a break.

Ah-ha! We seem to have a skeptic in our midst. Mr. Dennison,

would you care to share your California, laid-back, tie-dyed, point of view?

- - Okay.

Granted that, uh, you guys here in Salem...

are all into these, uh, black cats and witches and stuff.

- Stuff? -

Fine.

But everyone here knows that Halloween was invented by the candy companies.

- - It's a conspiracy.

It just so happens that Halloween...

is based on the ancient feast called All Hallows Eve.

It's the one night of the year where the spirits of the dead can return to Earth.

Well said, Allison.

Well, in case Jimi Hendrix shows up tonight, here's my number.

- - Hey, wait up.

Max. Fat chance.

- Allison. - Hi.

Hi. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you in class.

You didn't.

- My name is Max Dennison. - Yeah, I know.

- You just moved here, huh? - Yeah, last week.

- Must be a big change for you. - Yeah, that's for sure.

- You don't like it here? - Oh! The leaves are great, but--