Beautiful Creatures Page #3

On your chain.

MACON:

Lena?

We have a guest?

- He's leaving.

- Hello, sir.

Manners'? That's nice.

I go to school with Lena.

I'm Ethan Wate.

Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

You Lila Evers' boy?

Yes, sir.

You knew my mother?

Lena, why don't you ask

your friend in for tea?

- Tell him you can't stay.

- I'd love to. Thank you, sir.

He's not scary.

MACON:

Mr. Wate, make yourself comfortable.

Oh, I-- I'm sorry about walking in

uninvited before.

No problem at all.

It's so rarely that we get visitors

from our...

...beloved Gatlin.

Don't be a snob, uncle. It's not their fault

you never speak to any of them.

And it's not my fault

that I have a predilection for good breeding...

...reasonable intelligence,

and passable personal hygiene.

[CHUCKLES]

But since my family founded this town,

I have no alternative to call it home.

So...

...there we are.

Oh, that's a beautiful piano.

Oh, yes. Do you play?

No.

Hmm.

Lena, why don't you play something

for our guest?

Because we're not in a Jane Austen novel.

Then why don't you go make us some tea?

Again, wrong century.

Well, then, would it

disturb either of you if I...

...ran my fingers across the ivories?

I find it very therapeutic.

Uncle's upset. School called.

Put me on probation

until the window thing gets investigated.

That's crazy. That was not your fault.

[PLAYING SLOW PIANO MUSIC]

Voice of reason

in a town of buttermilk minds.

Lena, I could get to like this friend of yours.

I mean, it's like blaming you

for the lightning on Honey Hill.

MACON:

Oh, heh, yes, I heard about the lightning.

In fact, a similar occurrence...

...took place in Venezuela

for many years at Lake Maracaibo.

- You can look it up on Google.

- Uncle loves Google.

In any event, I'll sort it outwith the school.

But I understand your indignation, Ethan.

Probation. implies a source of authority.

What is that source?

A bunch of sexually frustrated housewives...

...with miniscule minds

and voluminous backsides.

[CHUCKLES]

No, there's only two kind

of people in Gatlin:

The ones who are too stupid to leave

and the ones who are too stuck to move.

My mother used to say

that exact same thing.

Is that so?

Well, she was a lovely woman, your mother.

I was so sorry to hear of her passing.

Of course, I only knew her

through her books.

I read everything she wrote

on the Southern plantations.

- You plan on being a writer?

- I don't know yet. Maybe.

- What if I had a magic wand...

- Macon.

...and I could let you see your whole future?

What would be there?

And don't spare me the gory details.

Well, sir, I'm not sure.

Urn, one thing I do know, though, is college.

I'm definitely planning on going.

Oh, really? Where have you applied?

All of them. As long as they're

not too far from home, heh.

I mean, uh, as long as it's a local college.

Uh...

Uh...

So I can stay with Dad.

I'll get my teaching degree,

and probably teach at the high school.

Or maybe I'll take over the library

from Amma.

I'll probably marry Emily Asher

and we'll have two kids.

But I'll never make enough money for her,

so I'll start drinking...

...get three DUls and lose my job.

And, uh, have an affair on and off

with Savannah Snow until I'm 49.

The kids will live with their mother

after we divorce.

Then when I'm 52,

I'll have my first heart attack, another one at 63.

I'll move into an apartment

above the Wayward Dog bar...

...and help them sweep up

after hours for free drinks.

And then when I'm 64, I'll hang myself.

Um...

But they won't find the body right away.

Not until I stink.

MACON:

Well, you've got it all planned out.

Good for you.

- Ethan, are you okay?

ETHAN:
Yeah.

Um, you'll have to excuse me.

Heh, I've not been sleeping too well.

What did you do to him?

I agreed to let you attend what passes

for a school in this town, but no friendships.

Could you not at least let me pretend

until my birthday?

You remember what happened

at the last school?

This window shattering

is just the beginning.

That boy is a danger to you.

Don't invite him here again.

[SOBBING] Oh, I wouldn't worry.

I'm sure he won't be back.

- You came back.

- Yeah. I-- I'm sorry.

- I don't know what happened to me in there.

-It's not your fault.

I hope this doesn't sound weird,

but I think I've been dreaming about you...

...every night for months.

That did not sound as creepy when I--

In my head, heh.

Can you forget I said that?

- Sure.

- Okay.

Um...

Oh. Your present.

- Right. Great. The present. Heh.

- That's why I came back. Heh.

Uh, so, it opens, see? Um...

"E-C-W, G-K-D.

December 21st, 1863."

December 21 st?

Yeah.

What's the matter?

Oh, it's my birthday. I'll be 16.

Wow, that's...

That is amazing.

I don't-- You know,

I don't believe in signs, usually...

...but that seems like a pretty badass sign,

heh.

So you're 15 and you're a junior?

That's-- You must be a brain.

- You skip a grade?

- Yeah.

Well, consider this...

...an early...

...Sweet Sixteen present.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

ETHAN CARTER:

Genevieve! No!

GENEVIEVE:

Ethan!

[G ROANS]

Dad!

Dad?

Oh, Amma, what are you doing?

I'm looking for books your mother had

to return to the library.

- You all right?

- How did I get home?

What? When I got here,

you were already in bed.

- Glad you're getting some sleep.

- Amma! How did I get here?

- Why are you shouting?

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Heard you had trouble at school today.

My father always said trouble follows

that family like stink on a fly's ass.

- Stay away from that girl.

- You don't need to take care of us, Amma.

- I promised your mother and I want to.

- No, I d-- Amma.

I'm sorry, I just...

I don't think it's any of your business.

Where'd you get that?

- I don't know.

- Don't lie to me.

What's wrong?

You listen to me.

You go and bury that in Greenbrier

and forget you ever found it.

I never said I was in Greenbrier, Amma.

What?

[GRUNTING]

[PANTING]

LENA:

My family's different.

Different how?

We do things.

We do different things.

So, like, what, you're from Europe?

You know how some families are musical

and some have money.

Well, we have powers.

Powers?

Yeah.

What was that out there?

That was Macon. He had the house bound.

It's a spell to protect me when he's not here.

A Spell?

- Yeah. It won't happen again.

- Okay.

Lena.

...are you a witch?

No.

[SIGHS]

I mean, calling us "witches"

is like calling the smart kids "geeks"...

...or the athletes "jocks."

We prefer the term "Caster."

I didn't mean to break those windows.

My powers are getting stronger.

I can't always control it.

You look nauseous.

You want a cookie? The sugar will help.

I made these last night.

From a cookie mix.

Okay, what about this?

I don't know.

You don't know?

No, it wasn't me.

I mean, it was something else.

Something happens when we both hold it.

Okay, hold on a minute.

Satan has nothing to do with y'all, right?

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