The Love Witch Page #5

exhausted to go on.

Witchcraft is my

religion, sergeant.

And this religion, which is

older than your Christianity,

saved my life.

- Ms. parks, I'm sorry

if I've offended you.

I didn't realize.

- That's all right,

sergeant Meadow.

- You can call me Griff.

- Griff?

I know I've seen you before.

I just don't know where.

- I have that same feeling.

- I know.

You're the man in the cards.

You're my fate.

- What do you mean,

I'm your fate?

- I did a Celtic cross reading.

For my future card I

got knight of wands.

Always felt that if that card

showed up in a future reading,

soon meet the man that

I'm going to marry.

But, the man that I marry

has to love animals.

Do you like animals, Griff?

- Why yes, I love animals.

In fact, a friend of

mine has a couple horses

I'm very fond of.

You know, tomorrow is my day off

and it's supposed to

be quite nice out.

Maybe I'll get away from

the city and do some riding.

Do you like to ride, Elaine?

Whoa.

- Oh patchouli, you're

such a sweetheart.

- How's my girl?

- Am I your girl?

- For today you are.

You're my girl and

there's nobody around

to tell me otherwise.

- Except me.

- And what's that

supposed to mean?

- Nothing.

- What's that sound?

- I don't know.

Let's go see.

- Now is the time of

the summer solstice.

The strength of the

oak king is waning.

And the Holly king stands

ready to challenge him

for the hand of

the green maiden.

- Let the battle begin.

- Your season is over old man.

- Oh never.

- I will have her.

- Never have her.

- Never.

- Holly king, I

name you the Victor.

The green maiden is yours.

- M'lady.

Come on.

- Elaine.

- You know these people?

- Well yes, in a way.

- All hail, fair lord and lady.

Welcome to our little gathering.

- All hail.

- We are the good people

of the renaissance

and medieval players and we

are celebrating the mid-summer.

Won't you join us?

- To be sure, fair consort.

- They are charming,

are they not?

- Yes, quite charming.

- I see two people in love.

This calls for a wedding.

- A wedding?

- Yes, a mock

wedding, if you will.

To honor the gods of love.

- Okay.

- Now, ye are wed.

- I'm so happy for you,

Elaine, he's adorable.

- I'm not in love.

It's not that I

don't have sentiment,

it's just that love is soft.

You need guts in this business.

I've seen guys get shot to

death because they fell in love

and got soft inside.

I want an heir some day

and then I would

need to have a wife,

but love is something else.

A man can get destroyed

by things like that.

It's like he's not

even a man anymore.

I never wanna get that way.

- When you really love him,

it's like fireworks and

nothing else matters.

You love all the little

quirks about him.

The way he slurps his cereal.

The way his mouth

is a little crooked.

Those details about him

become your whole life.

Something inside you

opens up like a flower

and you realize that you

have more love to give

than you ever

thought was possible.

'Cause the more you know him,

the more you love him.

- The more

you get to know a woman,

the less you can feel about her.

At first, she's this

incredible object of mystery

who fulfills all you're

wildest fantasies.

Then she starts to

reveal little flaws

and after a while, just

gets pretty hard to care.

Feminine ideal only

exists in a man's mind.

No woman could ever fulfill it.

And sometimes, when she

tries to love you more,

give you more, you feel

like you're suffocating,

drowning in estrogen.

The most awful feeling.

- Dinner tonight, Griff?

- Um, can't tonight, Connie.

Some other time.

- Hey Griff, I got

more information

on that Elaine parks girl.

- You leave it on my desk.

- Don't you wanna hear it?

- Steve, captain wants

us to lay off the case.

- Are you serious?

- He says we have a policy

of leaving the witches alone.

He says they've lived

in this town a long time

and he doesn't like

to mess with them.

- Even if they murder.

- He says he's satisfied

that Wayne's death

was a heart attack.

I think so too.

- Has everyone gone

crazy around here?

Let me at least tell

you what I found.

Now, Elaine used to run

an organic beauty store

in Berkeley with

her husband, Jerry.

Two years later

they were divorced

and Elaine moved

to San Francisco

to start dancing

at a burlesque club

where she got involved

with a witch coven.

The coven broke up

after police questioning

when some of it's members

died mysteriously.

Soon after, Elaine's ex-husband

died of a drug overdose

shortly before he was

planning to remarry.

The police questioned Elaine

but they couldn't find

enough to hold her.

- Well, if the San Francisco

police couldn't find anything,

what happened there is

none of our business.

- Are you serious?

- I'd say this woman is

a dangerous character

and you better watch her.

- You mean because

she's a witch?

That doesn't mean anything.

- No, her husband died of a

drug he'd never taken before.

And did you ever find

where Wayne Peters

got the devil's weed?

- I questioned Ms.

Curtis about that.

There was devil's weed

growing near his cabin.

Apparently, he experimented

often with drugs.

- Come on Griff, can't

you connect the dots?

We have a possible murder here

and Elaine is our only suspect.

- I told you, we're

laying off her.

- Because of orders or because

you're in love with her?

- Who says I'm in love with her?

Get the hell off my back.

- You're out of line,

Griff, way out of line.

- Richard.

Richard!

Richard!

Richard!

- Thank you for

meeting me, Elaine.

It's not good for me

to be alone too much.

I know you're busy.

- Of course.

I wanted to come.

- I can't help but blaming

myself for what happened.

- You can't blame yourself.

You were a good wife to Richard.

- I tried to be.

I tried so hard to please him,

but I should have tried harder.

He wanted a certain type of

woman, someone I could never be.

Maybe you were right.

Maybe you should give

a man his fantasy.

I thought that was so

awful when you said that.

Maybe I was being naive,

but I really thought

he loved me for me.

But now, now I wish...

- You have to stop

torturing yourself.

You have to let go.

Remember how he changed

after my Dallas trip?

I think that's when he

started having that affair.

Whoever she was she

drove him crazy.

I hated him so much for that.

I wanted to kill them both.

If I ever found out who she

was, I would rip her to pieces.

But now I see I should

have helped him.

I didn't know that he was

going to take his own life.

- Hey,

hey.

- Enough about me.

What's going on with you?

- Trish, I'm in love.

- Who is he?

- He's a detective

and he's everything

a woman could ever want.

He's strong and

handsome, smart and kind.

I just know that he's the one.

He even gave me this ring.

I call it my magic ring.

It's not an engagement ring

but I just know that he's

gonna pop the question soon.

- When we first came here

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