The Witch Files (2018) - full transcript

A group of marginalized young women form a powerful coven.

- Okay.

Detention.

Necessary evil, or an outdated

mode of incarceration--

Okay.

In three, two...

Detention.

Still an important part

of modern school discipline,

or an antiquated vestige?

From Brunswick High News,

I'm Claire Mclaskey and--

No, no, no!

Okay,

lets start with your name.

- People know me.

- Totally,

but for posterity.

- Brooke Cabot.

- And what are you in

detention for?

- You know how

to work this thing?

- I do. Yeah.

The school paper

got us a new camera

but not new tripods.

- Our school has a paper?

- Yeah, a paper and

a weekly news show, too.

- I was in Algebra

and Mr. Clark,

since he's an old perv...

asked me what I was

doing this weekend.

I said, "Your mom"

and he got all flus-ltrated.

- And would you say

detention is worthwhile?

Rehabilitation-wise?

- It's a huge

pain in my dick.

We done, Spielsberg?

- You can state your name

whenever you're ready.

- Uh, Mary Jane LaFont.

Call me MJ.

I was making out with

someone in the hallway.

- Oh,

anyone's in particular? Or...

- Yes. Darren.

My boyfriend of two years,

thank you very much.

He's in detention

across the hall.

That is what you

should do a story about.

How the people in this town

are still just as Puritan

as they were when they

murdered all of those witches.

- Oh no, that's actually

never been proven.

The townspeople...

- Okay. That's fine.

Look, I'm just saying,

why separate the boys

from the girls?

It is wicked sexist.

- Does detention work?

Will you rethink your

actions in the future?

- No, he's my boyfriend,

I'm gonna kiss him

when I want to.

Besides, we're gonna

get married soon

and put this whole state

in our rearview.

- Okay.

- Greta.

Here because I ditched

AP Chem yesterday.

And there's nothing

redeeming about detention.

- Why'd you skip

your class?

- Commitments...

are more important

to me than neutrons.

We had a game against

Westbrook last night,

and I've got

a fullback sweeper

who's been having

trouble with her flick.

She was worried

since we wouldn't have

much of a warm-up

given the drive to their field,

so she asked if I could give

her a one-on-one refresher.

- Can you say that

in English?

- I'm captain of the

field hockey team.

Those are hockey terms.

- Well, did we win?

Against Westbrook?

- Ms. Mclaskey?

- No. The Ref was an idiot.

- Yeah?

- How much longer

will this take?

- Um, I have permission

from the principal

to conduct these interviews

- And that's why

I'm allowing them.

I asked you how long.

- Another twenty minutes?

- Make it five.

- Okay.

- This shouldn't be

a social call.

- I'm pretty much done.

Unless... you'd like

to say something.

In the black hoodie.

Sorry,

I don't know your name.

- Don't bother.

She's new, and she doesn't

talk to anybody.

She just creeps around being

all grim and premenstrual.

I hear she worships Satan, too.

Oh!

- Hi.

I'm Jules.

I'm a Leo.

I think detention is

a great way to meet people.

- You're kidding, right?

- I'm also not new.

I was born in Brunswick

and just moved back.

My family's been part

of this town since, like,

pre-Revolutionary War.

- What got in detention?

- Nate Aldrich?

- I call him "The Groper."

- He's been at it

since like the third grade.

- Yeah, he tried to

feel me up in Physics,

so I pushed him.

- Wait, are you the reason

he's on crutches today?

- He's like over

two hundred pounds.

How did you you push him?

- I just...

believed I could.

- Are you a Scientologist?

- No.

- I get it.

It's like "The Secret"

type stuff.

I've been telling

my teammates

all about the law

of attraction...

how it can help us

score more.

All you--

- Yeah, that's not it, either.

- You realize a girl like you

comes along every year, right?

Trying to be a witch

in Brunswick

is like wearing mouse ears

at Disney.

- Oooh.

- I'm not trying

to be anything.

- Mission accomplished.

Look, if you're not

full of crap,

why don't you put your

superpowers to good use

and get us outta here.

- Okay.

But you gotta believe I can.

At least some of you.

- I'm with you.

- Me, too.

- Wait.

Don't do something crazy,

just for the camera,

because nobody

watches our show.

Aye si awe ten aye.

Aye si awe ten aye.

Aye si awe ten aye.

- Oh my God.

- Did you get that?

Did you get that?

- Gotta go, right?

- Come on.

Single file.

- Boys, head over here.

- Really?

- That's awesome.

- This is so cool.

- Doesn't mean detention's

over, ladies.

Over here please.

- So let me guess,

you coordinated that with

one of your emo friends?

- Yeah, because I have

so many friends

to plan stuff with.

- Then how did you do it?

- You should know.

You helped.

You, too.

- Because we thought

you could?

- Um-hmm.

Exactly.

You believed.

Thoughts have power,

especially in a group.

- I've read about that theory.

Like, how big groups

get together

and meditate on peace

and it briefly lowers

crime rates in the area.

- Yeah, there's people who

believe they can fly, too.

And then they eat pavement.

- This is just messing

with your world-view, huh?

I mean, it's warping your

skinny, rich-bitch mind.

- Okay, first of all,

thanks for calling me skinny.

And secondly, no,

I don't believe anything

magical happened.

- Okay, well I do

and I wanna learn

how to do that.

Like, can do that on my own?

God, you scared me, dip-shits.

- Um, awkward.

- Um, gross.

- Claire, right?

- Yeah?

- I'm Jason,

we take trig class together.

- Oh.

- We're free to go.

There, uh, isn't not enough time

to reset the alarm

so detention's over.

- Really? Sweet.

- Wow.

Can I actually

meet you at the car?

We're finishing up something.

- He's quite the catch.

- You're damn right.

Hey, how... hey!

Hey, can you teach us

that stuff?

- If you're serious.

I can try.

But it's more religion

than hobby,

and it's not for everyone.

- You said we could be more

powerful in a group, right?

- Um-hm.

I'll be in Merrymeeting Park

tonight if you're interested.

At Hag's Rock.

Midnight.

- And it has

to be midnight,

because that's so much

"witchier."

- Midnight is transitional.

And Hag's Rock is special

because the places where

people were brutally killed

can hold onto

residual energy.

Any other bullshit comments?

- MJ, c'mon!

- Hold on!

Okay, she loves a dramatic exit,

doesn't she?

Are you guys going?

- Anything to improve

my game.

How 'bout you?

- Me? Uh, I have to get up

super early tomorrow.

- She wasn't even in detention,

remember?

She was researching it.

You shouldn't go,

it won't look good

on a college application.

- Well that's not why, I'd--

- Brooke!?

What are you doing?

- Seeing how

the other half lives.

- C'mon.

- Give me a lift, bitch.

- What are you doing

with those freaks?

- Charity work.

- Every dollar we take

out of savings

costs us that dollar...

plus everything that dollar

could have been in the future.

All the dividends and interest

we could've earned

from now until our death.

- Oh, I just love it

when you talk about our deaths.

- Did you send out the usual

number of resumes today?

- Oh, a baker's dozen.

For luck.

- Girls, let's eat!

- Finally!

- You need to remove

that stuff.

- Yeah, okay, just a sec.

Claire says this thing

keeps tipping over on her.

- Ooh, smells good.

Any luck?

- Sure.

Just had a screw loose,

like your mother.

- Hey!

- You know this is what I

always wanted to do, really...

- Yeah?

- Something with my hands.

- Looks del-licious, mom.

- Good. Dig in.

- How'd I ever let myself

get caught up in

network administration?

Take it from me, girls--

- Emily,

- Don't let fear stop you

from doing things.

- did you wash your hands?

- She didn't.

- Try everything once.

- Even d-d-drugs?

- You're an idiot.

Dad, do you know

you're recording?

- Huh?

♪♪

- Detention voice-over.

Take one.

The dictionary describes

detention

as the act of

restraining a thing--

- You're the last one up.

- Okay. I'll set the alarm.

Okay, don't work

too much longer, honey.

It's almost midnight.

- Benefit of having

trusting parents,

they never expect you

to be irresponsible.

Not that big of a deal,

I'm sixteen,

my peers are doing

way worse things.

Who's there?

- Ha!

- What is wrong with you?

- Sorry.

Did I frighten you

on your way

to becoming a witch?

- I was just... out...

walking.

- Very close to

Merrymeeting Park.

- Well I was curious

if anyone would show.

- Well, let's be

curious together.

- No, thanks.

- What's your deal,

Miss Priss?

You live life

through a camera?

- I report things,

perhaps you've heard of it?

- I remember you,

by the way.

Weren't you that girl

in sixth grade

who wrote our congressman

and got like bullet proof

vests for police dogs?

- Why would you

remember that?

- Because I thought

it was cool.

I'm not a sandpaper tampon,

you know.

- I don't know.

We've never spoken.

- But I bet

you've heard things.

Oh, come on.

Hearing the rumors about me

is one of my few joys.

- I heard you got a nose job

the summer before

freshman year.

- Best money

my dad ever spent.

- Does he make a lot?

- Whatever he makes now

he spends on his new family.

My mom got

a pretty huge settlement,

but she like pretty much drank

the entire thing away, so...

- I'm sorry.

- You're not pouring

chardonnay down her throat.

- Well either way,

you're cool...

top of the local food chain.

Why are you

interested in this?

- Even if it's a big

cauldron of BS,

it'll make a good story.

And if it's not...

I'll be able to slap hexes

on the people I hate.

Oooh.

- So it is happening.

- Yep.

- Right on.

- It's this or Netflix.

- Well get in.

- Did someone die

and leave you this car?

...On a scale of one

to Columbine,

how crazy is this

Jules person?

- Oh, she's harmless.

- Can we make

Columbine jokes now?

- It's ten after.

Either we missed the

world's shortest ritual,

or the stupid witch

lied to us.

- You're late.

- What did we miss,

organic farming?

- Claire, I'm okay

with you filming this,

but only if you participate.

If you just observe,

it'll stanch the energy flow.

We wouldn't want that.

- Hey, what's

your malfunction?

If you're drinking, stop.

Or leave.

Your desire and intention

need to be crystal clear.

- Wait. Brooke?

- Let her go.

- Relax.

I'm draining the weasel.

- Looks kinda...

Satanic.

- Satanists use

the pentagram

with its two points up,

representing devil's horns.

Which is why people think

that witches worship Satan...

they're looking at it wrong.

From where I'm standing,

it symbolizes the four

primal elements

earth,

wind,

fire,

and water.

- What's the fifth?

School spirit?

- You're actually close

for once.

It's just Spirit,

it represents those

who've lived before us

and passed on...

since their energy can

never truly be extinguished.

Grab a tool

and dig a hole

at one of the five points.

Then we'll cut off

a lock of hair,

and bury it as an offering.

- I don't think

extensions count.

- Um, I don't think

you count.

- I came up here in fifth grade

once for a field trip.

- Oh yeah.

Me too.

- Hold still.

- Is anyone else

getting eaten alive?

- These instructions

have been in my family

for generations.

- What are those?

Spells?

- Two chants.

One of which we'll do tonight,

is called "Bonding."

It's a way of sealing a group

of like-minded souls.

- Hate to break it to you,

but we couldn't

be more different.

- We're all here,

aren't we?

- What do you mean chants?

- Words we say in unison.

It's a way of focusing

a coven's intention.

- Is that what we are?

A coven?

- Not yet.

By the air of our breath.

The fire in our blood.

The water of our wombs.

The earth in our bodies.

May this circle

be sanctioned,

welcomed, and bonded.

- Are these like,

Girl Scout cookies

or did you get them

from the store?

- I think just from the store.

- How long should we give it?

- Doesn't say.

Maybe it's dumb to wait.

Maybe it's not that literal.

- Well, Claire?

You said that the town

didn't really burn

witches here?

- From what I've read,

yeah.

It's well documented

that these woods were used

as a meeting place for Pagan

and Wiccan ritual practices,

hence the term,

Merrymeeting Park.

- Did you just say

"hence"?

- And it's true that

several women died here

in late 1600's,

pre Salem Witch Trials.

But diaries of the town Pastor

and local officials

say that they were

found dead at Hag's Rock.

- And history remembers

them as witches

when they were probably just,

like, outspoken women.

- Right?

Like, they just mentioned

to the mens folk

a few things that

could've been run better

around town and then...

whuddya know...

were later found decapitated.

- I always try to remember

the one bright spot.

Mary Perkins.

She was found

among the dead...

cold and shivering with

rope burns around her neck

but she was still alive.

- Really?

I don't know about her.

- Well did she ever

say what happened?

- No.

She was unable to speak

because of the damage

to her throat,

so they jailed her

for the murders.

Later she escaped

and blamed the town.

Said they tried to form a mob

and tried to kill them.

- I'm with her.

This town blows.

- Holy crap.

- MJ, did you tell Darren

you were coming up here?

- No.

- Check it out!

- Oh my God.

- Where's our hair?

- That is messed up.

- Were any of you followed?

- Ah, man.

We should leave.

Now.

- Guys.

Didn't we want

something to happen?

- So the hunter

has become the hunted.

Tell us, how does it feel

to be on camera, Claire?

- She plans on being

a national news anchor, Pete.

I think she's fine.

- You're not filming over

anything I've already shot,

right?

- I'm not a complete idiot.

Hey, that detention story,

can you get it to me tomorrow,

before press-time?

- Uh, it's kinda

become a bigger deal.

- I know you're gunning

for a Pulitzer Prize,

but we have a quota--

- Give it.

Eating alone.

- Mm-hmm.

- Is this by choice?

- Everything you say

sounds like a news teaser.

Dining solo...

tonight at eleven.

- Is it weird for you

to be back?

I mean, are any of your

friends still around?

- Nah, it's been too long.

- Well, you could've

sat with me.

- I'm okay with

not having friends.

You're in my History class,

right?

- Mrs. Fuller's?

- Mm-hmm.

- That's awful,

especially since I pride myself

on being observant.

- To be fair...

this is a new do.

- Okay, so someone

must have been

screwing with us

last night, right?

- How did they know

where to dig?

- Uh, they were watching us

from the woods.

- Okay, it says here that,

if our coven were

deemed worthy,

our offerings would then be--

- Darren. Don't--

- What's so important you

can't sit with me, babe?

- Just leave it.

- Give it.

- You plannin' some kinda

medieval surprise party for me?

- Hand it over.

- Ow.

I'm just foolin'.

- Darren, just go sit,

I'll join you in a minute.

- MJ, c'mon.

- Darren. Sit!

- Hey Claire,

you crack that trig homework?

- I haven't even started it.

- It's next period.

- I work fast.

- Did he rip it, Jules?

- Its fine.

- Okay. Awesome.

Well I feel super dumb.

- What a douche.

- You better not

mean my Darren.

- What if I do?

- Hey Brooke,

you wanna sit with me?

- No, I have

a seat already.

- You guys,

here comes Brooke.

- It's like, you're obviously

horrific looking.

Why do you think

you can speak to me?

- Brooke, what do you

think happened last night?

- I know what happened.

it worked.

Right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Our offers were accepted.

- So what happens now?

- The second chant is called

"Commencement."

- There's nothing else on there?

- It's torn off.

I mean, there might have

been something, but...

- So let's do it,

let's commence.

- Do you wanna sit?

- No.

I have an image to protect.

But we can use my house.

My mom will be out.

Eleven pm?

- Can't we just

meet after school?

Sneaking out really

isn't easy for me.

- I got a game,

then after that all

the varsity teams

are decorating the gym

for the Spring Fling.

- Guys, I can't.

- What? C'mon.

- I'm sorry,

am I the only one

who couldn't sleep

last night?

I thought this is

something I wanted but...

I'm sorry.

- So, you're just pussing out?

- Look, I don't know

where it comes from.

The magic.

I don't want to be in league

with like some demon

or something.

- You're not.

We're tapping into

natural vibrations.

- But from where?

- All around.

Nature.

The sky.

Even spirits of past witches.

- So ghosts?

That's comforting.

- Look, MJ, I can't

tell you not to bail,

but we're bonded now.

If you decide

not to commence,

then there is no coven.

- Don't let Brooke pressure you

into becoming a witch.

- I just, I just don't want

to disappoint anyone.

- Not a sentence

I thought I'd ever say.

- It's a manual ISO?

- Yeah, I think so.

- And it shoots 4K, right?

- Hey,

move it, Tech Support.

- But that's where

I always sit.

- You did.

Before I wanted to.

- That was mean.

- How well do you know MJ?

- As well as you do.

- We have to make sure

she grows a pair before tonight.

- Miss Cabot?

- Mr. Dwyer?

- Why must you insist

on speaking during my lectures?

- Why do you lecture

during my conversations?

- Comedian.

Alright class, page 39.

- Oh, please.

- Edgar Allen Poe.

- This helps to

purify ourselves

as well as the space.

- Hey, we totally Febreze.

I mean an

energetic purification.

The base energy here

is very selfish.

Shallow even.

Now I'm casting the circle,

like I did with

the salt in the forest.

There's a belief

that once cast,

this becomes a place

where time doesn't exist.

- Like Mr. Dwyer's class.

- Oops.

- That can't be the fire

department, again, right?

- Hi.

If I ever do quit,

it will not be

because I'm scared.

- Right on.

- Alright.

We got ourselves

a coven.

- Brooke?

Shining moon.

Darksome night.

Harken to the witches rite.

Hear us gods of land

and sea,

assist our shadow family.

Use the strength

of your creation,

to grant us five

this embarkation.

- Was that it?

- Well, what'd you expect?

A laser show?

- I don't know, I thought

something would happen.

- Let's just try something.

Like a spell or whatever.

- But there were only two

chants on the paper, right?

- Forget the paper,

it's up to us now.

I didn't use it when I did

the fire alarm at school.

- Yeah, how did you

do that?

- I came up with a mantra

about wanting it to happen...

repeated it,

and it centered me.

- So what'll be our first thing?

Levitate this book.

Levitate this book.

Levitate this book--

- Okay,

what are we doing wrong?

- Asking questions

instead of concentrating?

- It could be

a lot of things,

some doubt floating around,

the way we're phrasing it...

- The book is

already in the air.

- The book's

already in the air.

The book's already in the air.

The book's already

in the air.

The book's already in the air.

The book's already

in the air.

The book's already--

- MJ!

Come on.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

This is freakish!

I mean, this doesn't happen

in real life, right?

- You wanted us to believe

the book was already floating.

That's smart.

- Right.

There's no reason

to doubt what we want,

because...

it's already happened.

- Okay, so...

we've already done the book.

Claire is in the air.

Claire is in the air.

Claire is in the air.

Claire is in the air.

Claire is in the air.

Claire is in the air.

Claire is in the air.

Claire is in the air.

Claire is in the air.

Claire is in the air.

Claire is in the air.

- Watch the hands, buster.

- What the...

- Claire is in the air.

- 'Sup, ladies?

Looks like I hit the jackpot.

- Brooke, honey, you didn't

tell me about a sleep-over.

- It's a study group, Mom,

and I did.

Check your phone.

- Whatever, okay,

just keep it down here.

We're gonna be upstairs.

- Whatever.

Claire is in the air.

Claire is in the air.

Whoa!

- Oh my God.

- Claire?

- Claire, are you ok?

- Claire?

- Claire?

- Are you ok?

- Oh my God.

- Oh my God, I was trying

to keep her up there myself.

- We got beyond lucky.

- Which was good

because it created

some construction jobs.

That's what people needed,

jobs.

But he did want to

avoid raising government--

- ...Boundaries which

divide life from death

are at best shadowy

and vague.

Isn't that cool?

- The North American

Teenage Witch

in her natural habitat...

texting.

Those new glasses?

- New prescription.

- They're cool.

- Greta, how 'bout you

save some food for us.

Signed,

the rest of the world.

- If I wanted to be

a skinny witch, I would be.

Also, I got a big

game coming up.

- Against who?

- MJ can't make it.

She's at a last minute

dental appointment.

- What?

- Girl's gotta get her

priorities straight.

- I say we try a little

something without her.

- Can we?

- Maybe.

- Seriously!?

Ladies,

you can't camp out here.

I have other hungry

customers waiting.

- How rude is that?

- Uh, very.

- The bill's already

been paid.

The bill's already been paid.

The bill's already been paid.

- With a generous tip.

- The bill's already been paid.

- With a generous tip.

- The bill's already been paid.

- With a generous tip.

- So, I'll get you some change.

- Uh, no.

All set.

- Thank you, ladies.

- Whoa!

- So, do we

just get up and--?

- Leave.

- I think we do.

Oh my God.

That was awesome!

- Maybe I don't need

that part-time job, after all.

- Anyone else thinking

what I'm thinking?

- Shopping spree?

- Mm-hmm.

- Wait, what was that?

How'd it work?

I mean, we didn't

just create money.

- She seems to think we did.

- Yep.

- But what happens

to that waitress

at the end of her shift?

Does she just come up

thirty-six dollars short?

- You're over-thinking it.

- Am I?

Or am I just thinking?

- You can find me

in the Old Port.

- Right behind ya.

Here you go.

- I really do need

new shoes.

For field hockey.

Don't judge me.

- I didn't say a thing!

Oh man.

♪♪

- Claire.

Say hi.

- Hey.

- C'mon.

- You should get that.

This is too much for

one person to document.

- The dark side looks

good on you, Claire.

She's already paid.

She's already paid.

She's already paid.

She's already paid.

She's already paid--

- Hey!

- Oh no.

- You wanna get coffee

sometime, or...?

No, sorry.

- Ladies,

what's with all the bags?

- You guys win a contest?

- No, people just

like giving us things.

- Have you talked to MJ?

She's in a world of hurt.

Had a double root canal

and a bridge.

- Oh, no,

I guess we didn't think

to follow up with her.

- Rolling?

Okay, My lipstick

is Makeup Forever

and in my hair is Amika's

Undone texture spray.

And my handkerchief dress is--

- What're you doing?

- Um, hello?

Making a haul video.

You don't do

a spree like this

without putting it up

on YouTube--

- Miss Cabot.

Here we are again.

Since you're so

talkative today,

why don't you give

the class an example

of Edgar Allen Poe's

"Single Effect?" Please.

- Sure.

He was such

a creepy mo-fo.

that it effected his dating life

and he stayed single.

- That's clever.

That's really clever,

but your witticisms

aren't going to help you

on the mid-term.

- Poe basically thought

stories were best when

they achieved a single emotional effect on the reader.

- That's correct, Ms. Mclaskey.

Again, thank you very much.

Brooke, I'm wondering

what you're going to do,

when your smarter friend

isn't around to help you?

Now I'm gonna read from

"Masque of the Red Death,"

I want you guys to pay close

attention to the signposts.

Okay?

- Stay out of it.

- I just wanted him

off your back.

- You only made it worse.

- Good? No?

Great.

- Dwyer's a coffee-mouth.

-"No pestilence has ever

been so fatal.

- Dwyer's a coffee-mouth.

- Dwyer's a coffee-mouth.

- Dwyer's a coffee- mouth.

- Dwyer's a coffee-mouth.

- "Blood was its avatar

and its seal--

- Dwyer's a coffee- mouth.

- Dwyer's a coffee- mouth.

- Dwyer's a coffee-mouth.

- Dwyer's a coffee-mouth.

- The redness and the horror

of blood..."

- Dwyer's a coffee- mouth.

- Dwyer's a coffee-mouth.

- Um...

"There were sharp pains,

- Oh my God.

- and there were sudden

bleeding at the pores--"

- Poe's single effect.

- I heard about this all the

way on the tennis courts.

- I almost felt bad for him.

- Claire.

It's Dwyer.

I mean, I hear he's some kind

of shell-shocked ex- Marine.

- Yeah.

He hates my guts,

and he's my advisor, too.

So he's literally doing

everything in his power

to make sure I end up

working at McDonalds.

- Oh no.

- Enjoying the plight of Dwyer?

I just came from

the nurse's office.

He's not vomiting up

Folgers anymore.

- That's good.

- How are you?

- I'm okay.

My teeth went ape-shit.

- Yeah, we heard.

- But, hey,

how are you guys?

Miss a day

and miss a lot, huh?

Raiding the Old Port

actually sounds pretty rad.

Wish I could've been there.

But apparently we don't need

all of us together

to do spells or whatever.

- Yeah.

Just two of you did Dwyer.

- I think we're each capable

of harnessing the power

of the entire coven now.

At any time.

- Brett Harlow asked me to

the Spring Fling.

- Shut the front door.

- What?

- Is that something

you chanted for?

- No. I beat him at tennis

during gym class

and then when

we shook hands after,

he asked me.

- I figured he was gay...

he never looks at me.

- Uh, he's like,

Beiber-licious.

You know what,

no, no,

I actually think he's prettier

than Justin Beebs.

- Alright, witches.

We all have things

that we all want, right?

And I'm not just talking

about shopping anymore.

I think this group

should be about

helping each other

get what we want.

So let's meet tonight

with lists.

- Let me guess, midnight?

- Greta's pretty good, huh?

- She's great.

I never cared about

any of our sports

because I never knew

any of the players.

- Hey, uh

I'm walkin' home.

Wanna join?

- Has the town changed a lot

since you were last here?

- Yeah,

somehow its even lamer.

- What does that say

about me that I like it?

- It says that you're

a Labra-Doodle.

- Hold up.

Say that again?

- Not while you're recording.

- Claire just explained to me

why witches ride brooms.

- A theory I read.

That's all.

- They were drug addicts?

Okay, there's this mold

that grows on

really old rye bread.

And if you eat it,

you hallucinate,

but if you swallow too much,

than you'll die.

So to get the fun effects

without the danger,

you can let it seep through

your bloodstream via...

another area.

- Oh, like your vagina!

- Well they may have

wiped the mold

on things like

broom handles,

and rubbed it

between their legs.

Hence the reports

of ladies in fields

"riding" their brooms.

- Gross.

I'd at least have the decency

to do that indoors.

- So, what happens if

your parents catch you

sneaking out at night?

- That would be really creepy

because they're both dead.

- Oh, man.

Open mouth, insert foot.

- Nah.

It's ancient history.

At the moment I'm living

with foster parents who are--

- Get off her!

- What're you doing?

Let me go.

- Hey!

- Oh.

- Let's make sure

she's not following us.

- What the hell was that?

That was insane?

- Should we call the cops?

How is it,

are you okay?

- Yeah, just...

freaked out.

How'd you do that?

- I dunno.

I just...

wanted her away from you

and suddenly she was.

- Wow. Reflex.

- Yeah.

- 1971.

Stanford University.

An experiment, divided

students into two groups,

prisoners and guards.

Those acting as guards

soon became so abusive,

the experiment was terminated.

What would stop the

same thing from happening,

say, to a teacher

asked to preside over

high school detention?

The psychologist

who created the experiment,

was quoted as saying,

"Only a few people

were able to resist

"the situational temptations

to yield to power

and dominance."

- Ha!

- Remember our talk,

about knocking?

- My name is Emily,

and I enjoy l-l-long

walks on the b-beach.

- Emily!?

- A-are you m-m-making

a sex-tape?

- No! You're gross.

Get out!

- I see Claire's working,

have you done

your homework?

- Kinda.

N-no.

- Go.

- Yeah, go.

- I'll g-get you in your sleep.

- Are you pulling

another late one?

- Have to.

Hey, um...

could they've

messed up my glasses?

- What're you talking about?

- At the lens place

or whatever?

- Why?

- Why's she waiting outside?

- Hey girl, what's up?

- We need a new locale.

My mom's has that same

ass-clown over again.

- Gross.

- Get your ass in the car.

- Okay, lists.

Who has one?

- Jules?

Now you're filming, too?

- Mm-hmm.

- You created a monster.

- Just read your list.

- Okay.

Number one.

Darren proposes to me.

- Aw.

- Aw. C'mon.

- What!?

- He's gonna do that anyway!

- I don't know.

He's talkin' about

the Army after school.

Life could pull him

in all sorts of directions.

- That's not a bad thing.

That's life.

- You said make a list!

- What else is on there?

- Thank you.

Thighs.

Butt.

Boobs.

That's the big one.

- Okay, I got food.

Y'all witches ready to eat?

I wanna beat

Westbrook tomorrow.

- Won't that happen anyway?

- They got this new goalie.

She's like a brick wall.

But if we beat them, we can

make it all the way to State.

Oh, and another thing,

I want a new car.

Since I keep driving around

this cracker-ass coven

like some kinda

Driving Miss Daisy sequel.

- They have their own trailer,

and they feed them like,

filet mignon.

So what if, on the way

to one of these shows,

the Dobermans just...

turned on her?

Bit her in the face?

- I'm not chanting

for show dogs

to kill your dad's girlfriend.

- Who said kill?

I'm just talking a few nips

to the head and neck,

some light scarring,

maybe a temporary

eye patch.

I also want my mom

to lay off the booze.

It's outta control.

- ...Turn this thing on?

Oh, wait I got it.

- Claire,

you're such a girl scout!

- What?

- Oh, come on.

Nothing for yourself?

Just a job for dear 'ol dad

and no stuttering

for little sister?

- Guys, I really thought about

what would make

my life better.

And it's these two things,

trust me.

- Jules, how about you?

What do you want?

- First thing on my list

is to fly.

- Whoa.

Can we really?

- We're witches.

- What's the second?

- At this year's Spring Fling,

I want to be crowned

Flower Queen.

What?

It's never someone like me.

It's always some

stuck-up bulimic bitch.

- Um, it was me last year?

But you really think

I could pass for bulimic?

Wow.

Thank you.

- I just think it'd be cool

for people on the fringes.

- That'd be a big spell,

right?

The entire school

would have to think

you're the best candidate.

That doesn't feel right.

It's like giving everyone

a date rape drug.

- Whoa.

Way to make it awkward.

- Yeah, who made you

Spell Sheriff?

- No one.

And we've proven that

it doesn't take all of us

to make stuff happen,

so I can go.

- No, don't be like that.

- Well, there's just

things that I think

we should mess with.

Like hurting people,

or performing psychic

surgery on our bodies.

I at least propose

that if anyone has a any

body image things

on their list...

we table 'em for now.

- So my entire list,

basically.

- Ah, really?

All of us?

- I'm supposed to meet

Darren later,

so I'd rather not sit around

here chanting all night.

- Alright.

How about we limit

this first session

to two things each.

Would that un-knot

your panties?

- It might.

- And I don't want

the dog attack anymore,

I thought of something better.

I want Dwyer off my back.

- You know, Claire,

I'm not asking for the whole

school to love me...

just vote for me and put

that stupid tiara on my head.

- It's up to you, Claire.

Walk away, or get

that job for your dad.

- Oh, can I do

the flying thing, too?

- Sure, if you want.

- Yes!

- In Dwyer's eyes,

Brooke can do no wrong.

- In Dwyer's eyes

Brooke can do no wrong.

In Dwyer's eyes,

Brooke can do no wrong.

In Dwyer's eyes,

Brooke can do no--

- I know how to work

a camera!

- You apparently don't.

The SD card is full.

You're recording

over our chanting.

...Karen Cabot hates

the taste of alcohol.

Karen Cabot hates

the taste of alcohol.

Karen Cabot hates

the taste of--

- Look it's fine.

- It's not fine.

- It's fine--

- Woo-hoo!

- ...Goalie can't block

the shots.

Westbrook's goalie

can't block the shots.

Westbrook's goalie can't

block the shots.

- Whoo!

- Holy crap!

- You alright!?

- That was awesome!

I was spinning a lot,

but you guys have to--

- MJ, what is it?

- Did you land on your face!?

- Is that a tooth?

- Did you hit something

in the air?

- Were you going too fast?

- No.

- Like, G-forces or whatever?

- No.

- We're close.

Hang in there.

- She has bad teeth.

I mean, she just had

major dental surgery, right?

So maybe flying

around up there,

the air pressure wasn't good.

- The Doc wants

a dental specialist

to check her out tomorrow,

but they've stopped

the bleeding.

- Thank goodness.

- I can't believe this happened.

Tonight of all nights.

- Is that what I think it was?

- If so...

that means that--

- We'll be getting everything

we asked for tonight.

- I mean, hope MJ's okay,

but that's awesome!

- I'm waiting for Brooke

because Dwyer asked

to see her after class.

I couldn't tell if

he was mad, or what.

- What!?

No way.

- Dude, and that's

not even the best part.

He says his dad sits

on the admissions board

for Princeton or some crap.

And now he's going to do

whatever he can

to help get me in.

- Whoa.

No McDonald's for you.

We'll see.

For this to work

it needs to last, ya know?

Not like the

coffee-mouth spell.

- The chanting we do

as an entire coven

must be stronger.

More permanent.

- You talk out

of your ass a lot,

but always make it

seem legit.

That will help you

with two things,

becoming a newscaster...

and walking backwards

into people.

- Oh my God.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

- Hey, no worries.

I was actually hoping

to bump into you.

Did you guys hear

what happened to MJ?

Something about her

jaw bone deteriorating.

- Too much flapping.

- Brooke?

- I'm kidding.

Jeez.

- What are you up to tonight?

There's a party up at

Topsham Lake.

- I'm conditioning my hair.

- Do you know

how to get up there?

- Who doesn't?

- Apparently Brooke

can tell me.

- Well,

consider yourself invited.

Things don't usually

get going 'till around ten.

- That's not even

something I witched for.

- Yeah. Well,

don't get too excited.

He's probably gay for Darren

and looking for a beard.

- Okay...

- Hey, is this a zit,

or the start of something

much more serious?

- Go Greta!

- Go, go, go.

- Yeah!

- Oh my God,

that goalie is so pissed.

- Brunswick!

Brunswick!

Ay, Ay, Ay!

- Shut up.

- This can't be hers.

- It's nicer than my house.

- Oh my God.

- I wanted the SUV,

but guess I can settle

for the coupe.

That's my car!

That's my car!

- You're ridiculous.

- My car!

- This is amazing.

- She's not responding

to texts.

- Hmm,

Skype her again.

- MJ?

It's your coven calling.

- Just wanted to see

how you're doing.

- We don't care

what you look like.

- If you care at all,

leave me alone.

- Is she mad at us,

or just life in general?

- Brooke, Honey,

do you want a smoothie?

- Sure.

She didn't drink last night

for the first time in,

oh, a decade.

And then today

she's Wonder Mom.

Ironing, baking, cleaning.

It's amazeballs.

Hey, can you guys

hear me okay?

- Uh-huh.

- Claire!

Come here!

- Oh, that must be dinner.

- I'll pick you up at eleven.

We're gonna have fun tonight.

- The pork chops

must be really good.

- Claire, come over here.

- What's up?

- Listen to me.

I just got not one...

but two job offers.

- For real?

- I'm so proud of you, dad.

- Emily?

I mean,

you deserve to be working.

You care and you're

responsible and...

- What the hell?

- Where is my stutter?

How am I doing this?

- Man.

I've only had this car a day

and I'm already doing it

grievous bodily harm.

- Jules didn't wanna come?

- No, she said she might

catch up with us later.

Oh, here we go.

- Whoa.

- I'm not saying this is the

first party I've ever been to

but it is the first that

doesn't require a party hat.

So...

Any tips?

What's the protocol here?

- Um... be yourself?

- Hey Claire,

you know that feeling

when you're with a

group of people

but you just feel

kinda alone...

as if, somehow,

everyone can sense

you're just a little

worm inside?

- Wow. Yeah.

- Yeah, stop doing that.

C'mon.

- Brooke's not actually going

to do a keg stand, right?

- Yeah, I think she is.

- Oh my gosh.

- Drink it,

drink it, drink it.

- I see you. I see you

- Claire, you made it.

- I did.

- This is like,

how do I focus?

Ah, there we go.

Breaking news,

Claire's about to have her

first sip of beer ever.

- Well, I'm not gonna

do it now.

- You of all people

don't want the loss

of your beerginity

documented?

- Okay, well, my dad's

latest advice was to

"Try everything once."

- Smart man.

Oh...

- That was...

super classy.

- It's called celebrating,

Claire.

You should try it sometime.

- You're celebrating

your mom's sobriety,

by getting drunk?

- Hey, when the keg's dry,

is that it?

Or is there a secret

stash somewhere?

- I'm sure somebody's

got something.

Did you try asking around?

-Claire?

- No.

- Have you meet Brett?

- Hey. No.

I've seen you around.

- Yeah, same.

- I'll find your friend

some beer,

but then I wanna

show you the lake.

- Okay.

- Whoo!

- Here, your turn.

C'mon, try it.

- Even if you think you've

met uncoordinated people...

they pale

in comparison to me.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Less talking. More hitting.

- Spread your legs

a little more.

- Choke up

on the stick a bit.

- That's what she said.

- Okay,

let me try another one.

Nope, even worse.

I tried.

- I'm outta cans.

- Jason?

Jason?

Jason, are you down here?

Hello?

Jason is that you?

Holy shit!

- Your theory was wrong,

by the way.

- Which one?

- Riding on something,

a broom or whatever,

it stabilizes you.

I think that's

what messed up MJ.

Oh, so there's this food

truck in Cambridge

that has the most amazing

scallion pancake sandwiches

in the world.

- Cambr...

You flew all the way

to Boston?

- Yeah.

I got four,

so where my coven at?

- Look who blew in.

- Oh, hey girl,

what's going on?

- Can we steal you

away for a sec?

Hey, have you seen

Brooke Cabot?

Tall. Blonde.

Too thin for her boobs?

- I don't know,

somewhere over there.

- Into the darkness?

- Hey Donnie,

can you turn the lights on?

- What the hell,

people!?

- Really?

- All right then.

- You trifling.

- No, it was deliberate.

She knew I was excited

about Jason.

- I know.

How could she not.

- ...Much of what

they have today,

is because they

snatched up farms,

and the homes,

and the labor of people

who could not

afford to pay their loans.

Excuse me.

- Did you see her

this morning?

- No and I don't want to.

There's Brooke can say

that's going this better.

- Claire?

- Sorry, we were just talking--

- Claire, I need you and Jules

to step out into the hall,

please?

- Hi, girls.

I'm sorry to pull you

from class.

I'm Detective Strauss,

this is Officer--

- Is that recording?

- Yes. And it's going

to stay that way.

We're on public property,

so I don't need to--

- That's okay.

It's about time I got on

YouTube anyway.

So, you girls were shopping

in the Old Port last Saturday,

you left Kurier with some

new handbags and clothing.

Would you happen

to have the receipts?

- Is there a problem

with them?

- Security footage shows

you just... walking out.

Not paying.

- What about the cashier?

- He says you paid.

- Because we did.

- Cash or credit?

- Credit.

- Cash.

- The drawer came up short,

and the owner's

a friend of mine.

- Let me get this straight?

If you're tight with

some local detective,

you can have girls harassed

because of

a bookkeeping issue?

- See, now I'm surprised

this is unpleasant.

I thought you'd

clear this up quickly.

- It's perfectly clear.

We paid.

- Brooke?

Hi.

I just wanted to tell you

how impressed

and stunned really I am

with your turnaround.

- I know, right?

It's like magic.

- What I can't really

figure out is, um...

is if you feel

the same way?

- What?

- I know some

might say it's wrong,

but in my eyes, Brooke...

you can do no wrong.

- He's fired?

Brooke turned him in?

- Turned himself in.

Said he couldn't

believe what he'd done.

He even cried.

- Oh man.

He wasn't a bad teacher.

- I know.

He's married too,

and he has a new baby.

Oh hey,

I have MJ's homework.

So I was thinking

we could drop it by, but--

where are you?

- I'm at another eye exam.

For some reason

my glasses got screwed up

in the mail or something--

- Claire, as I was just

telling your mother,

the glasses are fine.

The problem is something

I don't know how

I missed last time.

The medical term

is macular degeneration.

- Wait.

Isn't that what

Grandma had?

Go, Greta!

- Make a break!

- Way to go ladies!

- Yeah!

- Greta is on fire today, Kev.

- Isn't she?

I wish I had

half her skills.

- I don't know what happened.

It's my knee.

- I wasn't sure

about my theory

'till Greta texted me

on the way over.

"Bad fall at the away game.

"Knees killing me.

"Team doc says

early onset arthritis.

W.T.F."

- What?

- It means, "What the F."

- I know what W.T.F is.

I just didn't hear

the last part.

- She's seventeen

and has arthritis.

Just like how my eyes

are somehow rotting

as if I'm ninety.

- MJ's teeth.

- Exactly.

I think the spells

are somehow...

costing us our youth.

- I can't hear

for shit lately.

- I mean,

this would explain

why witches look

so old and ugly...

white hair,

hunched over--

- You look fine.

- Well I've been

getting hot flashes.

My Gyno didn't

necessarily say "menopause,"

but he prescribed hormones...

he seemed pretty shocked.

- We need to stop

and hope the effects reverse

or wear off.

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- Yeah, Claire.

That okay with you?

- No, actually, it's not.

We're linked.

Bonded, right?

If one of us is using,

we could all pay the price.

- Is that true?

Does the magic need

our health to work?

Like we're batteries

or whatever?

- I don't know, I've never

been in a coven before.

- So maybe

you're wrong, Claire.

Look,

I just got my mom back,

and it feels good.

If we stop, and she

starts hitting the bottle,

you can bet I'll start chanting

for it again right away.

- Even if it ages us?

Or kills us?

- You don't know

how it works,

so don't go policing me

as if you do.

- Maybe he's waking her up

or something?

- She says, thank you

for the homework,

but please go away.

Alright.

- Okay, two lemonades.

Jules, you said no ice?

- Yes.

Thanks, Mr. Thompson.

- All right.

- Hey, there... she is.

- Do you think she'll stop?

- I don't know.

She walked out on us.

- I didn't need

the things I wished for.

My life was really good.

But now--

Your dad got his job, right?

And your sister

stopped stuttering?

Maybe the nice things you did

will help reverse the effects.

Do you think that

could happen?

- Hello.

Well, this is getting

interesting.

- Can I help you?

- Oh,

I'm Detective Strauss.

Hello Jules, Claire.

You must be Greta, right?

Is that your BMW?

- No.

- No?

Didn't you drive that off

the Lee Automotive lot?

- I-- I don't remember.

- Salesman there said

you paid for it

in one lump sum.

- Then why're

you bothering her?

- Because there's no record

of the trans--

- Please.

Just take it back.

- Believe it or not,

I've seen this

kinda thing before.

- You found the car,

detective.

Bravo.

Mystery solved.

- Seventeen years ago

a different group of girls

at Brunswick High--

- Claire, we don't need

to listen to this.

- I'll be in in a minute.

- Fine

- I never could figure

what those girls were into,

but they collected

a whole heap of things

that didn't belong to them.

It ended badly.

- Hello?

What's this about?

- Uh, friendly chat.

- May I see some

identification?

- No, not necessary.

I was just leaving.

- I just left Greta's

and I'm having this feeling.

Like I'm being watched.

I don't know if it's from

talking to the detective or--

- Hey.

- What the--

Were you following me?

- No. I know you live

around here,

I was actually hoping

to run into you.

Hey, can I say something?

Can I say something

off the record?

- This helps me maintain

an emotional distance.

So let's keep it that way.

- Look, what happened

at the lake last night...

that was a surprise

to me, too. Okay?

My plan was to actually

see if you'd be my date

to the Spring Fling

tomorrow night.

- Terrible timing.

I'm now a lesbian.

- Is that's supposed

to be a deterrent?

Look, okay,

I won't get into

who kissed who first,

it was dumb,

and I regret it.

Would you give me a chance

to make it up to you?

- Look, you seem

like a great guy but--

- Uh-oh.

That's like starting a sentence,

"With all due respect."

- But I'm just,

I'm dealing with a lot

of heavy stuff right now.

- Anything I can lift for you?

- I've seen the way

you pick things up,

so no thanks.

- Well, if you get your stuff

figured out by tomorrow,

call me?

Please?

Pretty please?

- We chant for our powers

to go away.

For everything

to return to normal.

- And where does the energy

for that spell come from?

I mean, it could

make us sicker, right?

- We go to Hag's Rock tonight,

because it's

a powerful place...

and we chant to diminish

just Brooke's ability.

- Yeah, I just...

I don't know.

- There has to be a way

to unlink ourselves,

to reverse the bonding.

- You really don't trust Brooke?

- I do actually

and she was very clear

about not stopping

and doing anything

to keep her powers.

- Hello?

- What is that?

Are your foster

parents home?

- Is anyone there?

- Jules!

Mom!

- Thank God

she's in one piece,

and we pray they find the

responsible party very soon.

Yeah.

Take care.

She's in the hospital,

but she's--

- Can one of you drive me?

- Not now.

- Mom!

- Claire.

Her father said she

can't be seen till tomorrow.

- Foster father.

- We gotta respect

his wishes, sport.

- He sounded so weird.

Zombie-like.

- Well, I'd be a mess too,

if someone came into this

house attacked one of you.

- How did Hoover respond

to the Great Depression?

Well he did a few things.

One was a big PR move.

He downplayed public fears

by keeping confidence

in the economy up

and then he tried to get

across this idea of...

- So is the detention story

not happening?

- Okay Claire,

how 'bout this?

Turn in any story,

at all.

You can even review

what passes for food here.

- Okay,

when you get sick of Pete

why don't you come work

with me on the yearbook.

I'm basically putting it

together myself.

- Oh my God,

I'm so sorry.

I'm scared.

And I don't even know who

I can turn to for help--

- The last one, Claire,

was Sutton?

- Yeah.

Jules Sutton.

- That name is as old

as the hills.

One of the original Brunswick

settlement families,

if I'm not mistaken.

- Yeah, she did say

they've been around awhile.

- Well, you are a good friend

to pick up their homework.

- I'm on my way to visit Jules

and I swear,

I swear someone's

watching me.

Hey,

you stay away from me!

Hi, sorry,

is that Jules' room?

- Yes. She's in there.

And we really love her

so very much.

- So, so much.

- I'm-- I'm sure you do.

Thanks.

- Hey.

- Hey.

The paper called it

a random home invasion?

- I couldn't think of anything

else to tell the cops.

Me and that thing

wrestled for awhile

until it pushed me

out the window.

And when I landed...

I found this in my fist.

Which friendly blonde

does that remind you of?

- You think that thing

was Brooke?

- Or something she conjured?

- Yeah, but to what end?

I mean, why?

- What if, with us out of

the way and too sick to fight...

she kept practicing magic?

Just watch your back,

Claire.

If she put me

in the hospital...

why stop there?

- It's eleven.

I'm too afraid to sleep.

Does Brooke want power

that badly?

I mean, she's not

what I'd call "loyal",

but I wouldn't've thought that--

- Hey, can we talk?

- Okay.

- You gonna let me in or...?

- It's late.

Here's fine.

- I can hardly hear you.

Let's walk at least.

If anything happens to me...

Brooke Cabot is responsible.

Make she who looks

not see me...

when I say "invisibility."

Make she who looks,

not see me when I say--

I'm leaving behind the last

chuck of footage I've shot.

For evidence.

- Claire? That you?

- Yeah, just...

setting the alarm.

- I now understand that saying,

"Cold as a witch's tit."

Mine are about to snap off.

- That's what you

wanted to talk about?

The weather?

- So, where to?

- Lead the way.

- So, you mad

about the Jason thing?

- Who?

- Oh, come on.

- Yeah,

I thought it was lame.

I also don't think

it matters right now.

- Crazy what happened

to Jules.

- She'll pull through.

- Should I be worried?

- That she'll pull through?

- No, that it had something

to do with our coven.

- You tell me.

- Like I said,

I'm losing my hearing...

that sounded like,

"You tell me."

Look, Claire,

I've always hated

the way girls fight.

All innuendo and shit.

I'd rather things

just come to blows

so I know where I stand.

- Invisibility.

- Clever.

Thought we weren't

doing magic anymore, Claire.

Thought the price

was too high.

Here's a tip.

If you're gonna disappear,

drop the camera.

- Invisibility.

Dammit.

- Semi-permanent,

like your dye job.

Girls everywhere,

some free advice,

don't trust your friends.

Claire?

You get that lightning

is shooting outta my

finger tips, right?

And you're hiding behind

a propane truck?

- I'm not afraid of you,

Brooke.

And you can't surprise me

like you did Jules.

- What's that?

Reverse psychology?

Oh, whoa.

That's big of you, Claire.

- Brooke,

I don't wanna hurt you.

I just want you to stop.

Oh, you finally have a friend

you can be loyal to.

- You-hoo!

We done?

- You trying to put me

in the hospital, too?

- What're you talking about?

- You...

attacking Jules.

- Nice redirect.

I woke up this morning

with the word "Slut"

all over my skin.

Tiny tattoo's that took

forever to wash off.

- I didn't put

any words on you.

Jules had some of your hair

from wrestling with you.

- My hair?

I didn't wrestle with--

The only hair I left behind

was what we buried.

- Possible for us

to come see you?

- In here.

- How's now?

Okay.

- You sure about this?

- No.

Come on.

I guess we went

a bit too far?

- Holy Cruella de Vil.

Here, zoom in

on my stigmata.

What would you call that?

Because I might

call that a witch's wart.

Let's never fight again, huh?

- Hey, I just thought

of something.

Your hearing,

my crappy vision...

but what did Jules say

her issue was?

- It was like, uterus stuff,

right?

It was all internal.

Stuff we could only

take her word for.

- There you are.

She'll see you now.

- Some wild reports from

the village center tonight.

Lot like the calls I heard

come in seventeen years ago.

So why the sudden interest

in those girls I mentioned?

- You said it ended badly?

- Three of them are dead...

the other two missing,

presumed dead.

- There were five of them.

Like us.

Hey, any clearer ones of her?

- Not really.

There's that...

and this one.

Abby Butcher.

One of the missing.

I tried to get more

info from next of kin,

but she was

a foster kid and frankly,

nobody seemed to care

that she was gone, so...

It's been a cold case

around here

for everyone but me.

- So why do you

stick with it?

- It's my job.

That's Lisa Strauss.

She's been missing

since 1983,

when she got involved

with another group of girls

who used to gather up

at Hag's Rock.

- She's a Strauss, too?

- She's my older sister.

- Isn't that, like,

a conflict of interest

or something?

- Would you rather no one

be working on this case?

- Guess I'm okay with it.

- Well that's a load off.

- Hey, take away

this bad haircut

and replace it with

a try-hard hombre dye job,

and who do you have?

- What?

She would've been,

a baby back then.

- Okay, who're we

talking about, here?

- Our friend Jules.

- Well "Friend"

is an overstatement.

- The three girls who died,

they...

- Poison.

We sent blood samples

to the forensic labs upstate,

they pinpointed a rare

type of mold

that I don't believe

they ate accidentally.

- Huh?

- Does, that mean

something to you?

- If the principal

ever finds out I let you in,

there go my privileges.

- I wouldn't have gotten

you out of bed

if this weren't really

important.

- Well there's no use

in my going back home now,

so is there anything

I can help you with?

- We need our yearbook

from seventeen years ago.

Look out for any blurry

photos of her, too.

That could easily be a spell.

- Here we go.

Who does this

look like to you?

- Whoa?

- Claire,

that name you gave me,

is that a joke?

- Why?

- Well Abby Butcher

is an old Brunswick name.

So old

that this list came up.

Women found dead

in Merrymeeting Park in 1689.

- That can't be...

the name in the middle.

- Julia Sutton.

Isn't that the same--

- Whoa, what picture is that?

- It's a woodcut depicting

the supposed rituals

at Merrymeeting.

- Can you

cross-reference that list

with students enrolled here?

- Holy crap.

Look who was Flower Queen

seventeen years ago.

Abby F'ing Butcher.

- Oh my gosh.

Here she is again.

In 1966.

Using the name

Susannah Martin.

- This is our oldest one,

from 1932.

And here's a girl

named Martha Carrier,

same name as one of the

accused Brunswick witches.

Similar features.

I'm confused.

What do these girls

have in common?

- They might be

the same person.

They might even be a witch

who is three-hundred

plus years old.

One who returns to Brunswick

every seventeen years

and uses the names of her

original victims as aliases.

- This is a show

you've been binging

or this is real life?

- Wanna see something sad?

A dedication page for the

other girl who went missing

seventeen years ago.

Sarah Gould.

- What the...?

- Easy.

What's up?

- She's not missing.

- Have you been here

all night?

Brought you your cup of sugar

with a splash of coffee.

Just like you like it.

Just gonna leave it

right here for ya.

Good talk.

- Gross.

What are we even

doing here?

- Hey, pretty ladies

got a dollar?

- Sorry.

Fresh out.

- Whores.

- That bodes well.

- Sarah?

Can we just go?

If we get back the end

of first period,

no even know we left.

- Why don't we just skip?

It might be better if everyone

thinks we're missing.

- Don't have to ask me twice.

I love playing hooky.

- Ew.

What even is that?

- Sarah?

Sarah, hey,

can we talk to you?

Please.

"Does she know..."

Who, Jules?

- Abby?

No.

We're alone.

- It's just us.

Honest.

- Here, I'll take it.

- Those chants

didn't form a coven?

They did something else?

That's how she stays young?

She comes back

every seventeen years

to replenish herself?

- The magic's making us sick,

is that how you lost

your voice?

How was your face burnt?

Jeez.

- How can we reverse it?

Is there anything

we can do?

- Crown her?

Wasn't planning on it.

- Brooke.

At the Spring Fling.

They do crown

the Flower Queen.

If we don't stop her,

she can make this permanent.

- Yeah, she'll use us up

and throw us away.

- Sarah, no!

- Claire, we can't be here

when the cops come.

Not if we also plan

on stopping Jules.

- Oh, man, I never even saw her.

- Oh God.

- There's nothing Strauss

can do to help.

- You don't know that.

- We need to stop her.

- MJ?

It's Claire.

No, don't hang up.

Listen, we need you.

- Do you understand?

I will kill you.

- I only wanted to know

if your stay

would be ending soon.

- And that's none

of your business.

You two should be honored

that I chose

your house to stay in.

- We are.

We are very honored.

I told you not to

provoke her.

- Go back to waiting

in the hall.

- Oh, hello.

- MJ.

I'm surprised

to see you out.

- I'll make this quick,

my jaw's wired shut.

Um, I came over

as soon as I heard.

- Thanks.

They still don't know

what attacked me,

but they suspect--

- Wait, what?

No, I meant about Claire

and Brooke,

they're missing.

Since last night.

A witness heard them

fighting in the street.

Police are involved.

Their families are worried sick.

What is happening to us?

- I don't know.

It's like we're cursed

or something.

- It's MJ.

How'd it go?

- You were right.

She told me

Brooke went rogue.

Told me to go home,

lock my door,

and think positive thoughts.

- Did she offer you

anything to eat?

- Yeah.

A green smoothie.

Disgusting. Ugh.

I told her I'd drink it

on the way home.

Can't believe this bitch

is willing to poison us.

- Nice work, MJ.

We'll see you tonight.

Jules thinks we're

out of the way.

- Nice.

- I decided not to take

Greta to the dance

and bring you instead?

- Great.

I'll be ready, Brett.

- I don't really understand

why I'm doing this.

- I'm surprised

you called too,

but also flattered.

This will be fun.

- If you say so.

♪♪

- Let's set up over

by the maze.

Goddamn tripods.

Just gimme a sec.

- The unspoken goal

of each senior class

is to one-up the Fling's

spectacle from last year.

Behind me

is a unique addition,

of a floral maze complete

with romantic grottoes

and a wishing well.

Can you pan around

and get some B-roll, Pete?

- Please Margaret,

I know how to do my job.

- Do you though?

I don't want another fiasco

like the mascot story

where you forgot to run

a picture of the mascot

and my sister

had to draw one...

Jules is not our Flower Queen.

Jules in not our Flower Queen.

Jules is not our Flower Queen.

Jules is not our--

- Oh, shit.

Well that's it for me.

I hope it's enough.

- Say again?

- She said,

"It better work."

And I agree.

I'm getting tunnel vision.

- Where the hell is she?

This thing's almost over.

- So Jules

doesn't get crowned

and just goes gently

into that good night?

Or does she rage against

our sorry asses?

- It'll show her

that we're all against her,

and that together

we still have power.

- Um...

do we?

- Don't all look at once,

but she's here.

And bitch even stole

Greta's date.

- Oh, that explains why

he sounded half-asleep

when he called to cancel.

- She needed Jason, too?

Greedy bitch.

- It doesn't matter now.

Just don't let her see you.

- Hello, fellow Classmates.

I hope you guys

are enjoying yourselves.

Happy Spring, everybody!

You guys, it's the moment

we've all been waiting for.

It's time to crown

the Flower Queen!

The ballets

have been counted,

your vote has been heard,

so without further ado,

may I have

the envelope please?

- Excuse me.

Hello.

Coming through.

- The 2017 Brunswick High

Spring Fling Flower Queen

is Tiffany Fuller!

- Keep dreaming, freak.

Thanks.

- She's coming.

- Don't let her rattle you.

- We could've carpooled.

- Eat shit.

- Okay.

What exactly is it that

you think think I've done?

- If you're gonna

be two-faced,

at least make

one of them attractive.

- You're stealing our powers,

and you plan to keep them.

- And we're here

to let you know

that's not gonna happen.

- Claire?

Jules told me

that you left town.

- She lied.

- Chanting my crown away?

That's the best

you could do?

- You needed that

to make this permanent.

- And who told you that?

Crazy Sarah?

Oh, I forgot.

Crazy dead Sarah?

There's other ways

to do this, Claire.

I mean, it's a bit more messy

and human sacrificey

but the blood

will be on your hands.

- Get away from him.

- Let him go.

- No!

You witches will back off!

Because, Brooke, you wouldn't

want your drunken mother

to fall down some stairs.

And Claire,

it would be a shame

if say, there was an accident

involving your dad and sister.

And how awful

would you feel, MJ,

if Darren gave

that engagement ring

he's been carrying

around to me?

- Don't let her bait you.

She's just--

- MJ!

MJ!

- Oh my God.

- You stay away from--

- Jason, come on.

- What the hell is going on?

- Holy crap.

- Go, go.

- What the hell

do we do now?

- Why are you guys

fighting Jules?

She's so perfect

and kind-hearted.

- Because you're an idiot.

And she's controlling

your thoughts.

C'mon. Shit.

- Just give me Jason

and I'll let you go.

- Claire?

Get him out of here.

I'll keep her busy.

- What do you mean?

- Just let me do this,

okay?

Go!

- C'mon, Jason.

- If I had to come

to this dance for 200 years

I'd wanna kill someone, too.

- Claire?

Are you okay?

- Take him.

Call the cops

and an ambulance.

- Does this have

anything to do

with what we found

in the yearbook?

Come on.

Come on!

- N-No.

- Come on Brooke,

we're just getting started.

- Brooke?

Brooke, where are you?

- How about a little fire,

scarecrow?

- Jules, stop!

- Where is he?

- Take me, instead.

- Sorry.

I need a male virgin.

- Here I am.

Sorry they kept me away.

- It didn't have to

be like this, Claire.

I liked you.

I might've even let you

sit at my right hand.

- I would've told you

where to put that hand.

- This has been fun.

- Son of a witch.

- No, forget about me.

Go after them.

- How?

Even if I muster a spell,

it'd only hurt us.

- I can't hear you,

so just go win. Okay?

- I don't know where

she's going!

- It's almost midnight.

Where else would

Blair Bitch Project go?

So what's the plan?

Claire?!

- Um, I don't

exactly have one...

planned out.

- It's probably

just now hitting you

that we're actually flying.

It's okay, I got this.

Whoa.

- MJ, what's happening?!

- Um--

I'm not sure I got this!

Oh, n-n-no!

Can you make it?

We're close.

- I don't know.

I can only see a few feet

in front of my face.

Oh wait,

I can see with this.

I can see

using the viewfinder.

- Okay, good.

Go get her.

- I don't know what to do.

- Anything.

Something new.

- You can do this.

Concentrate.

Focus.

- Lie down.

Face up.

Come closer, Claire.

Get a good angle.

- And what should I call you?

Julia?

Abby?

Martha Carrier?

- None of those.

Mary Perkins.

And if an entire mob

couldn't stop me,

what makes you think

you can?

- Whoever you are.

Please don't hurt him.

He hasn't done anything.

- Afraid I must.

See, it's either him

or me.

- Drop it!

- Be careful, detective.

- Drop the knife

and back away.

- Leave now, and I'll

let you do so with your life.

Such as it is.

- I'm not going to ask again.

Put your hands

over your head.

- Look out!

Oh God.

Victims, uh,

victims of Jules,

across time and space.

Help me now,

to wipe her off the face.

Victims of Jules,

across time and space.

Help me now,

to wipe her off the face.

Victims of Jules,

across time and space.

Help us now,

to wipe her off the face.

Victims of Jules,

across time and space.

Help us now,

to wipe her off the face.

Victims of Jules,

across time and space.

Help us now,

to wipe her off the face.

Victims of Jules,

across time and space.

- It's working.

- Help us now,

to wipe her off the face.

Victims of Jules,

across time and space.

- Help us now,

to wipe her off the face.

Victims of Jules,

across time and space.

Where are they going?

- They're going after her,

I bet.

C'mon, let's...

- Wha, we lost them?

- Shh. Listen.

This way.

- Leave me to my

work now, Constable.

There's nothing you can--

You can't be here.

You're not real!

Nice try, Claire,

but I've come up against

smarter people than you.

- I'm sure.

But all at once?

- Lisa?

- Claire, look at Jules.

- What the...?

Whoa!

- I'm gonna...

need you to come down

to the station.

Make a statement.

- Of course.

We'll be happy to.

- I mean,

maybe not now.

But soon.

Are you two all right?

- Yeah.

-Yeah.

- Are you?

- I'm fine.

I'm gonna need

that tape, too.

- Oh, um, it's not

really tape any more.

It's cards.

Digital.

- Okay,

I'm gonna need those cards.

- Detention may

not seem fair,

but if you repay

your wrongs now,

they won't catch up

with you later.

From Brunswick High,

I'm Claire.

- This is damn good

reporting.

- Thanks.

- But, it doesn't really

have an ending.

I'm left with

all these questions.

- Life is complex.

- Hey there, news geeks.

Claire,

you need a ride home?

- Uh, yeah.

Sure.

- Hey, can you keep

shooting on this?

Maybe add

something to it?

I mean,

we don't tell people

if detention is good

or bad.

- That's not our job.

I gotta run, Pete.

- Yeah. Sure.

Again, nice work.

Hella good reporting.

- Claire,

why are you still filming?

It's over.

We won.

Roll credits.

- Hi.

So I told Darren that I

needed a ladies' night...

so what're we doing?

- Dinner at the diner?

Then a movie?

- Yeah.

- Hey, Claire?

There's a lot about last night

that I don't really remember.

- That's probably

for the best.

- As long as I wasn't

caught on camera

hooking up with another

one of your friends

or something.

- No, don't worry.

No one documented the

loss of anyone's virginity.

What?

- Beerginity.

Beerginity.

Mine.

Forget it.

- All right, well, before

anything else weird happens,

will you let me

take you out?

- Sure.

I'll try anything once.

- Wait, are you still

talking about beer?

Aye si awe ten aye.

Aye si awe ten aye.

Aye si awe ten aye.

Aye si awe ten aye.

Aye si awe ten aye.

♪♪

♪ We all know, we know

♪ We all know, we know

♪ We all know, we know

♪ We all know, we know

♪ You and I

need a conversation

♪ Built yourself

some reputation

♪ I don't know the worst

and I'll face it

♪ You are like

a stranger tonight

♪ I wish that you would decide

♪ To do me right,

try and turn this around

♪ If we're not in this together

♪ If we're not in this together

♪ We all know how this will end

♪ We all know how this will end

♪ If we're not in this together

♪ You don't need

no invitation

♪ Drown yourself

on any occasion

♪ I don't know why you do

this to yourself

♪ I'm still here

but won't be forever

♪ Leave with me

and we'll make it better

♪ Work out why

you do this to yourself

♪ If we're not in this together

♪ If we're not in this together

♪ We all know

how this will end

♪ We all know

how this will end

♪ If we're not in this together

♪ We all know, we know

♪ We all know, we know

♪ We all know, we know

♪ We all know, we know

♪ If we're not in this together

♪ If we're not in this together

♪ We all know

how this will end

♪ We all know

how this will end

♪ If we're not

in this together ♪