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hwpHocus Pocus Script
Emily?
Emily!
Come, little children
Ill take thee away
- Into a land
- Emily!
Of enchantment
Come, little children
- The times come to say
- Elijah! Elijah!
- Hast thou seen my sister Emily?
- Nay.
But look. They conjure.
Oh, God. The woods!
Emily!
- Shes 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.
- Were coming, Winnie.
Right away. Sorry.
Mustve 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.
- Ive noticed sister Sarah isnt helping.
- I lured the child here.
Leave her be.
She hath done her chore.
- Youre right, Im 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. Its heavy.
You do that, Ill do this.
Mix blood of owl
with the herb thats red.
Turn three times,
pluck a hair from my head.
Add a dash of pox
and a dead mans toe.
- Dead mans toe, and make it a fleshy one.
- Dead mans toe!
Deadmans toe
Add a deadmans toe
Deadmans toe
Deadmans t--
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead
D-- Ooh!
- Uh-oh. Deadmans toe
- Fresh one.
- Deadman, deadman
- Deadmans 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!
Wee young!
Well, younger.
But its 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!
Lets 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?
Lets 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.
Lets see: amnesia, bunions,
chilblains, cholera.
- We can do better than that, I think.
- Yes.
Lets 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!
Dont 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 dont know.
- Speak!
Cats got my tongue.
This is-- This is
terribly uncomfortable.
Sisters, sing.
Thrice I with mercury purify
and spit upon the tables
- Dont 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 OO 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 t
