(groaning) stay away from the circle.
Stay away from esmerelda.
(screams)
(gasps) (pants)
You gave us a heck of a scare, honey.
What happened?
(sighs)
Wait, I was sinking
And a warlock pulled me out.
Crimson: Bog fever.
It's the rotted bogvine in the mud.
Gives you nasty dreams.
One for you and one for bella.
It's my own remedy.
Will that be all, ma'am?
Um, you know you don't work here anymore, right?
I'll ask the ladies to keep it down so as not to disturb you.
There's some big meeting of that circle today?
Yes, the trainee everines are invited to attend,
And each is allowed to ask one question of the circle.
It's quite the big deal.
Esmerelda will be here?
Does the bog suck shoes?
(grunts)
I gotta get up.
Don't do that.
The fever may have worn off
But you won't have your balance back for another few hours yet.
Look, I've brought your laptop.
(sighs)
I was wrong to confiscate it.
Your tallulah stories are great.
You've really got something, kiddo.
But you stay in bed.
(groaning)
Whoa!
Lady wasn't kidding.
(panting)
Tara!
Hey. (chuckling)
(grunts)
(gasps)
(exhales heavily)
How did you both end up in the bog?
The typewriter, seb.
I wrote what happened to bella.
It works!
(sighs) tara... No, listen.
There was a pink frog,
And a hooded man,
Like a warlock!
I'm making it worse.
Mmm-hmm. But it happened.
And it's all connected.
You need to find this guy, seb.
He might be our fire-starter!
I found the bells.
Sorsha and the other girls wear them.
The fire-starter is an everine-in-waiting.
Follow esmerelda.
He told me to stay away from her.
They're connected, I know they are.
Fine. (Sighs) I'll look into it.
(bella yells)
What the what?
Sorsha.
(sighs)
(grunts)
Hey!
(grunts)
That is not esmerelda, seb! (Indistinct)
Seb!
What's your one question going to be?
I will ask how it feels that moment you are chosen.
If I'm not, I want at least to know what it feels like.
And what will happen if you are chosen?
My life would be devoted to the circle.
What about boyfriends?
It is forbidden.
What about boys who are friends?
I should get to the meeting.
So...
Last night was weird.
You said it.
My shoes are ruined.
Plus, you almost died.
Uh-huh. That, too.
Look, um...
I'm sorry we fought.
I know you think I get all the attention...
Because you do.
Well, you always have him to yourself and...
(sighs) I feel left out.
How can you say that?
I've hardly spent any time with cameron.
I meant seb.
Hey.
Hi.
Bog fever, huh?
I heard what happened.
I brought grapes.
(insect buzzing)
(clears throat)
So...
The retrospective was good.
I'm sorry you couldn't make it, though.
Who? Who?
Oh, I...
Brought you a card.
Enjoy the grapes! (nervous chuckle)
(exhales heavily) hot freak!
"brugarts are bitter, timties are sweet."
"hope to see you, back on your feet."
"kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss."
Even the poems are weird around here.
What does yours say?
Same.
Jake! Would you like to earn 10 english pounds?
How?
Subject does nothing.
Again!
Meanwhile, we could be hunting bogzilla.
Focus, frodo.
This job's paying the bills.
(sighs)
What do you mean nothing?
Lady's cleaner than a kitten's armpit.
(exasperated sigh)
Just get back out there, will ya?
Can't! She's going into the everine meeting.
Strictly closed doors to the likes of us, princess.
No! You need to get into that meeting!
Do I look like a 15-year-old girl to you?
Zip it!
(heavy sigh)
(indistinct chatter and laughing)
I said girl, not ghost.
(sighs)
(groans)
Jake: Come on, let's go!
Sorry, seb.
(keypad clacking)
(cell phone chimes)
Meeting's been delayed.
Girls, welcome to the inner circle.
Today you will get to glimpse the ritual and splendor of the weaving.
Tomorrow,
Fate will decide which lucky one among you
Will be joining our ranks,
Becoming an everine.
But first, according to tradition,
Each of you gets to ask the circle a burning question.
Choose wisely, for there is only one.
Big day for my sorsha.
Uh, here's a thought.
Go home and I'll call you when the meeting's over.
(chuckle)
What are you doing here?
The meeting, it's been set back.
Tara texted me.
Where's your veil?
Esmerelda: Next question?
Child.
Pray tell,
What does that symbol mean?
What, dear?
It is a prediction, is it not?
What does it predict?
Remove your veil!
We have an imposter!
(indistinct murmuring)
(screams) we have an imposter!
(panicked indistinct murmuring)
Stand still, girls! Stand still!
That one? Where is she?
(murmuring continues)
(panting)
Find her.
Ladies, please.
When I wove this symbol,
It foretold the return of an everine with the old powers.
What I didn't know was when.
Well, I believe the supreme everine is coming.
And they have the golden thread.
The warlock.
This is no more than a spindle of yarn.
The golden thread vanished some time ago.
We haven't woven a real prediction since that of the crossleys' arrival.
It was the last remaining piece of thread.
I arranged the fire.
It was a ruse.
We must protect the sanctity and the honor of this circle at all costs!
Come.
That is all the weaving for today.
Get the crate.
Time to bid farewell to bridget.
(grunts)
(metal clanging)
Ow!
(pained grunt)
Oh!
Hey, you.
The golden thread.
So that's how you work!
I allowed the sacred veil to fall in someone else's hands.
I failed the circle, I failed my father.
It wasn't your fault.
No. It was yours.
You distracted me.
Well, you shall distract me no more.
We will never speak again.
Seb, you'll never guess what!
I don't want to guess what!
I'm tired of guessing what!
Is this about the veil? Hey, look, I'm sorry about that,
But I know everything now.
And I've got the magic typewriter!
None of it's true! It's all in your head.
There's never any proof and
We end up waving big frying pans at old ladies.
This isn't about that.
It's about you and sorsha...
Yeah, it's about sorsha!
Why did you have to wreck it for me?
Because cameron wouldn't look at you the same way?
Hey... Forget it.
None of it matters anymore.
(sighs)
The boys always did go crazy for bella.
"cameron goes crazy for tara."
For once.
Have you ever been in love?
Can you feel it?
(chuckles)
Tara crossley, I am crazy about you!
What's that you say?
Go and get her?
Tara crossley, I'm coming to get you!
This is getting weird now.
Weirder than a mayor with sewn-up gills?
If we don't make it out of here,
I just want you to know.
I made up bogzilla!
I knew it!
(yells) my head's stuck!
So, look at what you have been reduced to.
The great bridget mccoy,
No more than a box of trinkets.
And no golden thread among them.
Get off!
(straining) I'm trying to!
(grunts)
I detest long goodbyes, so...
Cheerio!
Come on!
(both panting)
Get a stick!
Cameron: But, soft!
What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east and,
And tara is the sun.
Oh, sweet veronica!
Tara crossley, I'm crazy about you!
Oh.
Why does the typewriter have to be so literal?
(dings)
No, no! (Gasps)
The warlock took it!
I feel so light, like I flew here on a magic carpet made of kisses!
Kisses!
Did you get the kisses? Kisses?
Oh! But this isn't yours!
I must've got the cards mixed up!
The kisses were for you.
Kisses, (chuckles)
Kisses, kisses. (chuckles)
You know I used to be so shy!
(chuckles)
I'm gonna hold you tight and never let you go.
Oh, boy.
I gotta go fix this.
So...
(grunting)
Before we hug forever... Yeah?
Can I just go to the bathroom?
Uh...
You... You'll be right back?
Why wouldn't I?
(squeaks) (chuckles) (chuckles)
(sighing exhale)
I'm crazy about you!
(straining)
I gotta give this to tara. Where is she?
Don't know, don't care.
(both sigh)
What you got?
Esmerelda threw it in the bog.
Show me that.
Uh-oh.
Poison?
Guess I test it and find out.
No typewriter?
Come on!
Stop messing with me!
Jake: Don't think I'm not still mad at you about bogzilla.
Our friendship has survived worse.
We've known each other for two days!
I may have made bogzilla up,
But don't think the bizarre doesn't walk among us.
You mean you, right?
(sighs) this village is cursed.
It does something strange to people.
You don't think I can prove it?
I bet my last-ever piece of american chocolate on it.
(nonsensical humming)
Hey!
(sighs)
Tallulah brinkworth had finally lost her mind.
(metallic creaking)
No way!
Aunt bridget?
(theme song playing)