The Love Witch Page #4

You're in control.

- Oh, how fantastic.

- It really is.

It's the only time I feel

really clear about things.

Sometimes I look at my life

and I wonder how I got here.

I feel like my life

is slipping away

and there's so many

things I haven't done.

- Like what?

- I've never had any

sort of love affairs

or gotten into any mischief.

I used to watch those

old Steve McQueen movies,

you know, the ones where

they'd rob a bank or something,

and I'd fantasize that

I was one of those

crazy kinda gangsters with a

sexy, messed up girl on my arm.

Or those westerns, when

they'd shoot up a town

and then go visit the

local prostitutes.

It's sounds stupid, I know.

- No, it doesn't.

It's very sweet.

- Really?

Trish doesn't think so.

She just rolls her eyes

when I talk like this.

- That's because she

doesn't understand you.

I understand you perfectly.

- You do?

- Of course.

You wanna have a

sordid love affair.

You wanna get into

some mischief.

- Uh.

- Ho!

Who are you?

What are you doing to me?

- I'm the love witch.

I'm your ultimate fantasy.

- That's right.

That's right.

- Steve, I'm going out

to see that witch doctor.

- Who?

- Professor king.

He specializes in black

magic and witchcraft.

He might be able to help me

identify some of

the items we found.

- It's great.

Did you get the lab report?

- Yeah, yeah, it looks

like heart failure.

But the toxicology report

showed traces of jimsonweed

also known as devil's weed, a

highly toxic hallucinogenic.

- It's unbelievable.

You want me to come with you?

- No, this will only

take a few minutes.

Can you order me a Turkey

and avocado on whole wheat?

- Mustard, Mayo?

- Yeah and Cole slaw.

Thanks.

- Done.

- Ah, sergeant meadows, sorry

to have kept you waiting.

- Glad to meet you, professor.

Professor, this is the

bottle we found in a grave

of Wayne Peters, the one

you read about in the paper.

- Interesting, yes.

Just as I thought.

The contents indicate

that it's a witch bottle.

- A witch bottle?

- Yes, witches used to make them

for protection against curses.

They'd take something personal

like bodily fluids or hair

along with herbs

and something sharp

like pins or broken glass

to scare away evil spirits.

Witch bottles have often been

found buried in the hearse

of very old houses.

- Would it be safe to assume

that the person who made this

was a witch?

- It's very likely.

Witchcraft, long dormant

in civilized places,

has taken root again in cities.

There have several

rituals per year.

One of them, Samhain,

corresponds of our Halloween.

Other rituals celebrate

summer solstice, Litha,

or the winter solstice,

which they call Imolg.

Here the members of a coven

kiss the devil's behind

in a mockery of

Christian rituals.

Here, a satanic cult

sacrifices a child.

- Does this stuff

really go on today?

- Yes, indeed.

Those who practice human

sacrifice are the black witches

who perform blood rituals

to gain demonic powers

and to bind their members

together in secrecy.

Law has been trying to root

out these cults for decades

but they've been unsuccessful.

Then there are the

white witches or Wiccans

who commune in nature

in the healing spirit

and who have a strict law

that forbids harming others.

Every city and rural

village today has pockets

of both black and white witches

who practice the ancient rites.

- I invoke and call upon

thee, mighty mother of us all.

I invoke thee to descend upon

the body of this thy servant

and priestess.

- Of the mother

darksome and divine

here I charge you in this sign.

- Listen to the words

of the great mother.

She, who of old, who

was also called Artemis,

Aphrodite, Ceridwyn,

Diana, Isis,

and by many other names.

- Whenever ye have

need of anything,

then ye shall assemble in some

secret place and adore me,

who am queen of all witches.

There shall ye assemble,

ye who are fain to learn

all sorcery.

Behold all acts of love and

pleasure are my rituals.

Behold I have been with

thee from the beginning

and I am that which is

attained at the end of desire.

- Arise.

- You're looking a little

tense tonight, love.

What's the matter?

- Oh nothing, just my usual

roller coaster love life.

- Well, have a drink and relax.

Nothing's that dire,

at least not for you.

It's an entirely different

story for your victims.

- What victims?

- There's no need to play

miss innocent with me, dearie.

- Please, don't touch me.

- Bright blessings, Barbara.

- Merry meet, Elaine.

How's it going?

- I'm back in the

dating pool again.

- What happened?

I thought you were crazy about

that new guy you were seeing,

the married man.

- No, I broke it off.

He just became really

obsessive, morose,

and his aura became

really murky.

He didn't even wanna

make love anymore.

He became just like a woman,

crying at every little thing.

There was no polarity.

But, I should have known.

He's a Pisces.

- Richard.

- I thought I told you

never to interrupt me

when I'm working.

What do you want?

- I just wanted to let you

know that I'm going to bed

and I'm taking a pill.

Are you coming to bed?

- No.

I have some more work to do.

- All right, see

you tomorrow, then.

- Sergeant Griff meadows

of the police department.

I'd like to ask you

a few questions.

- Okay.

- Does this look

familiar to you?

- It's a witch bottle.

- Do you have any idea

who could have made it?

- No, no I don't.

- Ever seen any of

these in here before?

- Yeah, we have

some witch bottles.

I'll show you one.

Here's one.

- How common are these bottles?

- I've never seen 'em

in here before until

a girl started

supplying 'em to us.

- Who is this girl?

- Her name is

Elaine, Elaine parks.

- Who is it?

- Sergeant meadows,

police department.

Sorry to bother you, ma'am,

but I'm investigating a case

and I just wanted to

ask you a few questions.

- About what?

- Well, it's a

potential homicide case.

Just a routine check.

I thought you might

be able to help us.

- Of course.

Please come in, sergeant.

So you say there was a homicide.

How horrible.

Who was killed?

- A man named Wayne Peters.

Did you know Wayne Peters?

- No.

- Here's a picture of him.

Ever seen him before?

- No.

I guess I can't

help you, sergeant.

Good bye.

- Ms. parks, wait.

Have you ever seen

anything like this before?

- It's a magic bottle.

I made it myself.

- Have you ever seen

one containing urine?

- Urine?

No.

- We found this bottle containing

urine and a used tampon

on the grave of Wayne Peters.

- Will you excuse me

for a moment, sergeant?

- Ms. parks, are you a witch?

- Yes, I am.

Is there a law against that?

- I guess not, not unless

you do something wrong.

- Do you think that being

a witch makes me evil,

capable of murder even?

- No, I wasn't

trying to imply...

- Sergeant meadows, do

you know what it's like

to really suffer?

You have to fight and fight

until you're too

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