Hocus Pocus

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Emily?

Emily!

Come, little children

I'll take thee away

- Into a land|- Emily!

Of enchantment

Come, little children

- The time's come to say|- Elijah! Elijah!

- Hast thou seen my sister Emily?|- Nay.

But look. They conjure.

Oh, God. The woods!

Emily!

- She's done for.|- Not yet!

You wake my father.|Summon the elders. Go!

Emily!

Come, child.

- Ahh.|- Oh, yes.

- Emily.|- Huh?

Oh, look.|Another glorious morning.

It makes me sick!

- Sisters! - Yes, Winnie.|- We're coming, Winnie.

Right away. Sorry.

Must've 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.

Yes. Oh, come along, darling.|There you are.

- Mary!|- Right here, Winnie, right here.

- Sorry.|- Hello. Hello.

- I've noticed sister Sarah isn't helping.|- I lured the child here.

Leave her be.|She hath done her chore.

- You're right, I'm wrong.|- Mmm.

All right.

'Tis time!

There it is:
" Bring to a full rolling|bubble. Add two drops oil of boil. "

Ah-ah-ah. 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 fleshy one.|- Dead man's toe!

Deadman's toe|Add a deadman's toe

Deadman's toe|Deadman's t-

Dead, dead, dead, dead|Dead, dead, dead, dead

D- Ooh!

- Uh-oh. Deadman's toe|- Fresh one.

- Deadman, deadman|- Deadman's toe, add a-

Will you two stop that!|I need to concentrate!

Sorry, uh-

She needs to concentrate.

"Green newt saliva. "

- I-I smell a child.|- Ehh, what dost thou call that?

- A child.|- Hmph!

Sisters, gather 'round.

- One thing more, and all is done.|- Yes?

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.|- Yeah.

All right, girl.

Open up your mouth.

- No!|- A boy!

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

I got him. Come on. Come on.

- Get away!|- Here you go.

- Get away from my potion!|- Ohh!

Ohh!

- Winnie!|- My potion!

Emily!

Hmm. Hmm.

Winnie. Winnie.

- Look.|- Ahh!

Sisters, prepare thyselves.

'Tis her life force.|The potion works!

Take my hands.|We will share her.

Oh, Winnie,|how generous of thee.

Sisters, behold!

I am beautiful!|Boys will love me!

Were young!

Well, younger.

But it's a start!

Sisters!

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! 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 fillet him.

- Hang him on a hook and let me play with him?|- No!

Book, darling, come to Mommy.

Yes. His punishment|must be more fulsome,

more lingering.

Dazzle me, my darling.

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

- We can do better than that, I think.|- Yes.

Let's see what we have. Oh!

Ahh. Perfect.

As usual.

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

but to live forever|with his guilt.

- As what, Winnie, as what? - As|what, Winnie, as what? - Jump back!

Twist the bones|and bend the back.

Itch-it-a-cop-it-a,|Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a.

Trim him of his baby fat.

Itch-it-a-cop-it-a,|Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a.

Give him fur,|black as black.

- Just... -|Like... - This.

- Open!|- Witches!

Daughters of darkness!|Open this door!

- Hide the child! -|The child! - Come on!

Witches? Uh, there be|no witches here, sir!

Don't get your knickers|in a twist!

We are just three kindly|old spinster ladies!

Uh, spending a quiet|evening at home!

Sucking the lives|out of little children!

- Winifred Sanderson?|- Yes?

I will ask thee one final time.

- Yes?|- What hast thou done with my son Thackery?

- Thackery. Mmm.|- Answer me!

- Well, I don't know.|- Speak!

Cat's got my tongue.

This is- This is|terribly uncomfortable.

Sisters, sing.

Thrice I with mercury purify|and spit upon the 12 tables

- Don't listen! Cover your ears!|- Listen to them not!

Ah! 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.

Ohh! Ohhh! We shall be back!

And the lives of all|the children shall be mine!

Away!

Away, beast!

Poor Thackery Binx.

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

ever knew what became of him...

those 30O years ago.

And so the Sanderson Sisters...

were hanged|by the Salem town folk.

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!

Gimme a break.

Aha. We seem to have|a sceptic 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.

- Ohh!|- 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 they ear 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.

Come on, let's go.

- Hey, wait up.|- Did he call you?

- Yeah.|- Well, what did he say?

Max. Fat chance.

- Allison.|- Hi.

Hi. Look, um, 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-

- I-I don't know. just all this Halloween|stuff. - You don't believe in it?

What, do you mean, like,|the Sanderson Sisters? No way.

- Not even on Halloween?|- Especially not on Halloween.

Trick or treat.

- Hey, Christie, wait for me. -|No, I don't think so. - I'm coming!

Halt! Who are you?

Max. I just moved here.

- From where?|- Los Angeles.

- L.A.?|- Ohh!

- Dude!|- Tubular.

I'm Jay. This is Ernie.

How many times I gotta tell you,|my name ain't Ernie no more.

- It's Ice.|- Oh. - Ice.

This is Ice.

So, let's have a butt.

Ah, no, thanks. I don't smoke.

They're very health conscious|in Los Angeles.

You got any cash...

Hollywood?

- No.|- Gee.

We don't get any smokes from|you, we don't get any cash.

What am I supposed to do|with my afternoon?

Maybe you could learn to|breathe through your nose.

Whoa!

Check out|the new cross-trainers.

Cool. Let me try 'em on.

Ah-ah.

- Later, dude!|- See ya, Hollywood!

- Hey, Max! Hey, how was school?|- It sucked!

Hey, hey, hey,|watch your language.

I can't believe|you made me move here!

Huh. He wasn't wearing|any shoes.

Well, must be|some form of protest.

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