Practical Magic

For more than 200 years,

we Owens women have been blamed

for everything that has ever gone wrong in this town.

Is that why people hate us so much, Aunt Frances?

They don't hate us, sweetheart. We just... We make them a little nervous.

Let's face it, Jet. We Owens women have always created a stir.

It all began with your ancestor, Maria.

- She was a witch. - Witch.

The first in our family.

And you, my darlings, are the most recent

in a long and distinguished line.

Is that why they wanted to hang her? Because she was a witch?

Well, the fact that our Aunt Maria was a bit of a heart breaker

didn't help.

Nor did it help that most of her lovers

had wives on the hanging committee.

But no, I don't think it was either of those reasons.

They feared her because she had a gift.

A power that has been passed on to you children.

She had the gift...

of magic.

And it was this very gift

that saved her life.

She was banished to this very island.

With her unborn child growing inside her belly,

she waited for her lover to rescue her,

but he never came.

No one came.

In a moment of despair,

she cast a spell upon herself,

that she would never again feel the agony of love.

But as her bitterness grew,

the spell turned into a curse.

A curse on any man who dared love an Owens woman.

Here they come.

So is that why Daddy died?

From the curse?

Yes, my darling.

Aw, I got you... I got you.

Your mother knew.

She heard the beetle ticking for your father's death all day long.

She knew that when you hear the sound of the deathwatch beetle,

the man you love is doomed to die.

But that's how you came to live with us.

We tucked you into our lives then.

We've raised you the best way we know how.

In this house,

we have chocolate cake for breakfast.

And we never bother with silly things like bedtimes or brushing our teeth.

But with the sweets

comes the sour.

So when you find yourself the center of attention...

Hi. You wanna play?

It's not that they hate you.

It's that, well...

we're different.

You witch!

Witch, witch. You're a bitch.

Witch, witch. You're a bitch.

Witch, witch. You're a bitch...

Gillian. Sally.

You know, the only curse in this family?

She's sitting right down there at the end of the table.

Your Aunt Fanny.

Oh, come on, Jetty, even you have to admit

that any man who gets involved with an Owens woman,

is bound to end up six feet under.

Spare me.

What about my poor Ethan?

- It was an accident. - It was fate.

- It was an accident. - No, no, no. It was fate.

- Accident! - It was fate!

Mommy died of a broken heart, didn't she?

Yes, my darling girl, she did.

Hey.

My little witch.

Let's go inside and do some spells.

What about my homework?

Oh, pish! Tosh!

You're both gonna learn things in this house

that you will never learn in school. Go, come on.

- Let's go. - Go.

- Come on, Gilly. - I'm coming, Sally.

Very good, Sally.

You know, you've been blessed with a gift.

- What about me? - Oh, we don't worry about you, Gilly-Bean.

- Your talents will emerge in time. - There.

Sally, you just stay right there. Keep working on your spells.

Just keep working on your spells.

- Get the bird. - Get the book.

I want him so, so much, I can't think about anything else.

I don't sleep. I...

He has to leave his wife. He has to leave her now.

Perhaps you might find one better suited.

No, I don't want anyone else. He's all I think about.

Why the hell else would I come here?

Take the money, Jet.

Shh, shh, shh.

I want him to want me so much that he can't stand it.

Be careful what you wish for.

I hope I never fall in love. I hope I never fall in love.

I hope I never fall in love. I hope I never fall in love.

I can't wait to fall in love.

He will hear my call a mile away.

He will whistle my favorite song.

He can ride a pony backwards.

- What are you doing? - Summoning up a true love spell

called Amas Veritas.

He can flip pancakes in the air.

He'll be marvelously kind.

And his favorite shape...

will be a star.

And he'll have

one green eye...

and one blue.

I thought you never wanted to fall in love.

That's the point.

The guy I dreamed of doesn't exist.

And if he doesn't exist, I'll never die of a broken heart.

And if he doesn't exist,

I'll never die of a broken heart.

Sally. Get the door. Get the door.

Wow.

Sal, you have no idea.

Do you really love him? I mean, enough to marry him?

Oh, come on, Sal, what's enough?

I hate it here.

I wanna go where no one's even heard of us.

I feel like I'm never gonna see you again.

Of course you're gonna see me again. We're gonna grow old together.

It's gonna be you and me living in a big house.

These two old biddies with all these cats.

I bet we even die on the same day.

You swear?

Honey, I need your pocketknife. Yeah.

Here.

Ow. My blood.

- Your blood. - Ow.

- Our blood. - Our blood.

I love you, Gilly-Bean.

Yeah. I love you, too.

Oh, good morning. Hello, boys.

- Oh, Charlie. - Uh, oh.

Looking good.

Oh, God, what was I thinking?

Oh, Franny, let it go.

Oh, my goodness, Gillian's in Orlando.

She's in Orlando.

Ah, I guess that Roto-Rooter man is history.

- Well, according to that, he is. - This is insane.

- She keeps going through all these guys. - Hi.

Hopefully, someday she'll find a guy who'll go through her.

Hello.

- Hello, darling. How are you? - Cover your eyes.

Oh, Jet, just give it up.

- Never. - God, I miss her.

Oh, sweetie.

Oh, dear.

Oh, Samson. Now just knock it off.

All I want is a normal life.

My darling girl, when are you going to understand

that being normal is not necessarily a virtue.

- It rather denotes a lack of courage. - Well, it's what I want.

You see this couple here?

He's having an affair with the babysitter.

And she can eat a pound cake in under a minute.

- Ooh. Oh, sorry. - Come along, come along.

Hi!

- Phew. What time is it? - Any moment now.

Where are you going, dear?

Most excellent.

Dear Gillian,

Today is our third anniversary

and all I have to show for it are two beautiful little girls

and a husband I just can't stop kissing.

I don't even mind the beard.

I wish you could see us.

No more stones being thrown, no taunts cried out.

Everything is just so blissfully...

normal.

Life is perfect.

Dear Sal,

I'm lying in the sun.

I'm hanging by the pool.

I've got a million friends.

You might say that life is perfect...

But I don't care about any of it.

In fact, I only have two words to say to you.

Jimmy Angelov.

Jimmy...

Angelov.

Angel.

Angelov... Angelov.

Urgh! Where are you? Where are you?

Don't do this to me.

Come on. Come on.

- Hey, boys, you catch anything today? - Not much.

All right. See you in a bit.

Where are you?

- Hey, Jimmy, what's going on? - Hey.