[Velma] Previously on Velma...
I'm sorry I refused to work on
your science fair project with you.
I thought you needed
a reality check.
But maybe what you really need
is a father who's
willing to listen.
Really?
Dr. Edna Perdue is
your grandmother?
You know, my mom went missing
when she was
researching her house.
Gigi, I swore you to secrecy!
I'm real tired of acting
nice to make people like me.
[chuckles] Okay.
Well, in that case,
would you like to learn
some real witchcraft?
[gasps] Norville, is Daphne
reading a spell book with interest?
[Lola] Oh, no! In neutralizing
his hallucinations,
Norville accidentally
removed all his empathy.
I think smoking weed
makes you a loser.
- [all] Ooh!
- [Velma] Oh!
Norville, that's just the
science talking. Take it back.
Or you'll get detention.
And you can all join him.
Saturday, 7:00 a.m. sharp.
- [all gasp]
- What?
[Velma] What's great
about best friends
is that they know the real you.
Are you sure I'll like Beyonce?
I usually only listen
to public radio theme songs.
Trust me, you're gonna love her.
[crowd cheering]
Whoa!
[Velma] But just like
Daphne knew the real me,
I knew the real her.
Daphne, come on.
Get off your phone.
Yeah, just one sec.
[Velma] And Daphne
Blake is no witch.
[gasps]
Right?
[theme music playing]
[classical music
playing on radio]
Ugh! Poser.
Hey, your Saturday detention
looks just like
The Breakfast Club.
Best movie of the best decade.
When you ignore the
nukes, crack and A*DS.
Dad, stop! No one
in their right mind
is still making '80s references.
It's bad enough that Amber
has Daphne believing all
this '90s style witchy crap.
"Witchy crap"?
I hope that's a joke,
because this is me now.
So let's just burn some
sage to cleanse the...
Ugh, what is it? Don't tell me.
- Negative energy.
- Negative energy.
- I knew that.
- [exclaims]
This isn't sage, Daphne.
It's an old pine cone.
- [screams]
- Stupid witchcraft.
How cool is it that we went
ghost hunting last night, Dad?
Though, I still can't believe
you locked me out of the van
for six hours as
you and Velma's mom
loudly fought that
ghost in here.
Yes, well, anything
to help my son
find the ghost that
possessed his mother.
You're doing the right thing,
pretending to believe him.
Eventually, he'll accept the
truth about Victoria on his own.
Or, you know, you
adopt and try again.
[sighs] You're right.
Admitting your mom's a
serial k*ller isn't easy.
I went through the
same thing at his age.
Enjoy detention and do
everything the teacher says.
Unless he's a pervert.
Use your judgment.
Or if he's a pervert,
your pepper spray.
Way ahead of you. I have regular
and spring break strength.
[blares]
Thanks for taking me to
detention, Mom. Love you.
Suck a turd, Lamont.
I think you mean,
"Suck a turd, Dad."
You sure you got this?
His empathy isn't fully back.
He just called the mailman "a
blue shorts-wearing b*tch."
He's not wrong, but still.
Oh, don't worry. I so got this.
Great. Uh-huh. Yeah, I'll be
at the spa. Don't bother me.
High school. Best
time of our lives.
Oh, best of times indeed.
I'd do anything to go back.
Hey, we should
catch up sometime.
You know, maybe take a
little trip down memory lane?
Um, is that not
what we just did?
[Aman] Best time of our lives.
[upbeat music playing]
[both] Hey, Aman.
They just discovered
global warming
- in our pants.
- [chuckles]
Come on.
Yeah. Maybe this trip down
memory lane is better solo.
[Velma] Daphne, I
know you're mad.
Your mood ring is black.
Also, a mood ring? Really?
Forget it, Velma.
Daphne doesn't want us anymore.
We're like rich kids trying
to get into an Ivy these days.
Rejected, unless
you're super rich.
Only because you
all rejected Amber
without ever giving
them a chance.
Like they were a female
late-night talk show host.
I'm sorry, but
the popular clique
has already absorbed
a mouthy nerd and
brains in jars.
We have to draw the
line at witches,
or we're literally
just the drama club!
Stop yelling!
We're in a library.
This is where you yell at nerds.
Norville...
Guys, I'm sorry I
got us all detention.
Fortunately, I feel my
empathy coming back.
I should be able to
apologize to my dad
and get us out of here.
Wait. Really?
Yes, Dad.
I'm so sorry
that you're a little bitty baby.
And I'm sorry you
zapped your brain
and aren't really yourself.
But there's only one thing
that'll end detention
and it's not an apology.
Oh, here comes the perv stuff.
What? No, no, no.
See, as your guidance counselor,
it's my job to monitor
your well-being.
Which I do via our school's
closed circuit camera system.
What? Principal Rogers said
those are for a
Japanese reality show
called Unsafe
American High School.
[crackling]
Yes, well, the point
is I know each of you
is dealing with a
common teen issue.
Who am I?
Girlfriend is now a witch.
Don't even know where to start.
Brain in a jar.
Has hallucinations
because he accidentally
k*lled Fred's mom
with a stalactite.
This is all standard
stuff, people.
Hold on. Saturday detention,
teens reduced to a
single character trait?
[gasps] Was my
dad right? Oh, no.
- You wouldn't.
- Oh, I would.
We're doing a
Breakfast Club, baby.
[all groan]
By following the rules
of the '80s best movie,
you'll be here until
unsanctioned hijinks
lead to tidy teen
issue resolution.
But teens are over
'80s references.
And yet, every time pop
culture tries to move forward,
some Gen X loser like you
holds a boom box over his head
and we all have to
moonwalk back to 1982.
The moonwalk wasn't debuted
until 1983, you dork!
Nobody cares anymore!
I see. And you all feel this
way about '80s references?
Unless we're talking
trickle-down, I'm out.
Perfecto-mundo!
'Cause there's nothing more '80s
than dorks, misfits
and popular kids
uniting against an
authority figure.
Let the catharsis through
minor rebellion begin.
Yes, Daphne's
already sneaking out.
Relax, I'm just going to pee.
Something girls
didn't start doing
until '90s independent films.
If you're here to apologize
about earlier, don't.
I'm not that mad.
Wait, really?
I came in thinking you might
cram me in the tampon dispenser.
That's just it.
Being popular is all about
power and domination.
Wicca is about kindness.
Putting my faith into
positive energy and...
sh**t! What's the third thing?
Following the Wiccan Rede.
Have you been using the
flashcards I made you?
This is my point, Daphne.
Amber, I have nothing
against you personally.
And yes, Daphne's more calm.
And that dress is,
like, "Damn." But...
Where was I going with this?
You feel threatened by
the waning influence
- you have over Daphne?
- No.
I feel threatened by
you feeding her a bunch
of neo-pagan garbage.
Before you, the only
magic she liked was Mike.
See, that negativity
is exactly why
you could never be Wicca.
Wiccan. Which is it again?
You gotta use the flashcards!
Still, as my girlfriend,
can you at least
try to support me?
Fine. But only as
your girlfriend.
As a friend, I still hate it.
Blessings.
And as your best friend,
I am gonna prove
that this is not who you are.
[cell phone rings]
- Hey, there.
- I got a text alert
that someone logged
into my computer.
Are you using the cameras
to monitor yet another
'80s movie detention?
You swore you'd stop those.
We installed those cameras
for a Japanese reality show.
I know. I'm not.
And even if I were,
the kids aren't doing
anything fun or rebellious.
They're just doing nothing.
Like in a '70s movie.
- [squelching]
- [screams]
This is your final
chapter, Norville!
Please, no. Not wordplay.
Norville! Oh, God!
You're hallucinating.
Yes, they just came back.
But seeing Victoria
is good news.
If my hallucinations
have completely returned,
that means my empathy has
also completely returned.
Norville, I don't
think you're having
hallucinations of Victoria.
I saw an energy around you.
I think you're being
haunted by Victoria's ghost.
[thunderclap]
What?
[gasps] Wait. That
makes perfect sense.
Mother's been haunting Norville
as revenge for k*lling her.
Mother, if you're
here, send a sign.
[gasps] It is her ghost.
She's ignoring me.
Fred, that makes no sense.
Why would eating
make her go away?
Is she a ghost or a boyfriend?
Velma, Mother was a rich
bottle blonde in her fifties.
Nothing scared her
more than food.
Well, the only way
we'll know for sure
is to try and
summon Victoria with
a seance.
[all] A seance?
Yeah, Amber, I don't know.
Thank you. Finally.
A seance is exactly the
kind of rebellious thing.
Lamont would want us to do
to fulfill his overdone
'80s fantasies.
I know, but we have
to try. I'm desperate.
And if we concoct
an elaborate scheme
so my dad doesn't know we're
doing an elaborate scheme,
then it becomes a
comment on '80s movies.
[Lola] Ooh, and that's meta,
which is our generation's thing.
Wait, elaborate scheme?
[gasps] That's it.
I can use this seance
to prove to Daphne
that Amber's a fraud.
[chuckles]
Was that an evil laugh?
Nope. Just getting
into the witchy spirit.
[cackles]
[cell phone ringing]
Velma,
where are you? I don't see you.
[Velma] I know.
I was trying to make a peephole
into the girls' showers
and got stuck in the wall. Help!
No! Peepholes were
one of the things
we had to leave in the '80s.
Like high-paying factory
jobs. I'll be right there.
And not a word of
this to Blythe.
It worked. We have
at least 20 minutes
before he discovers I'm lying.
Okay, to commune with the dead,
we'll need something that
belonged to Victoria.
Oh! What about Steve Buscemi?
Mother won him in a poker game.
Something smaller will do.
Steve Buscemi's hand?
Daphne why don't you
and Velma go with Fred
to find something of Victoria's
and make sure it wasn't stolen
from marginalized people.
Jeez, how tight are the
rails on this gonna be?
Actually, if my memories
of laughing through books
on spiritualism hold true,
candles always seem
to be part of seances.
Maybe Olive, Gigi and I could
go get some Bunsen burners
from the chemistry lab?
Good idea. Oh, and Norville,
we'll need something
to make a pentagram
on the floor.
Can you get goat blood?
Yes, actually. There's a
ton of it in the cafeteria.
Perfect. I'll go with you in
case you have another encounter.
All right. Let's summon
a ghost, my witches.
[all cheering]
[upbeat music playing]
God, I was the king here.
And I remember exactly
where it all went wrong.
Hey, Aman. You wanna go party
in the newspaper office?
I got something that's
gonna blow your mind.
And chicks supposedly
go crazy for it.
You ever heard of law school?
Law school?
You remember the '60s, guys?
Lots of Vietnam
films out right now.
- [grunts]
- Lamo!
[cell phone vibrates]
Velma, have you
seen your father?
Does any child really
see their father, Sophie?
Now I gotta go.
Amber's doing a seance.
[Sophie] A seance?
I knew something was up
with those new witchy neighbors.
All their wind chimes have totally
screwed up Amanda's nap schedule.
[babble box] Go back in Mom!
No chimes in Mom.
Steer clear of them, Velma.
Dark forces are at play.
Don't worry, they're harmless.
This witch business
is all a bunch of BS
and I'm about to prove it.
BS?
But you were just so gung-h*
about helping with a seance,
we were gonna make fun
of you behind your back.
It was for show. I know Daphne
doesn't believe this stuff,
but the more I tell her
that, the more she digs in.
Like girls with
noncommittal boyfriends.
But this is our chance to
expose Amber as a fraud.
Yes! What if we make Amber
think they're
channeling someone dead
but then we bust them by
revealing the person's
actually still alive.
It's the classic Jesus prank.
Perfect. Daphne will then
see the error of her ways
and we welcome her
back into the warm glow
of her ring light.
Really? You don't
think this will work?
[sighs] All right.
Well, I keep some other
stuff of Mother's in here.
Perfume, creams
made from whales...
Wait, is that locket
your mother's?
Yes.
Oh, it's her dogs.
Yeah, it's her backup locket.
She had one of father
and me as well,
probably, but was
buried with it.
Probably.
[Lola] We have to go.
Lamont's on his way back
from the girls' locker room.
Well, I just have to assume
Velma was another victim
- of the shower snakes.
- [metal scrapes]
Hmm?
Where's that old
article Blythe wrote?
[gasps] Found it!
[chuckles] Here's to Aman
getting an internship at
my old man's law firm.
Yeah. As a morally
virtuous young man,
I can't wait to help people.
Help people?
Don's dad just figured out a way
to buy musicians' song
catalogs out from under them.
What? I want no part of that.
No way I'm taking
that internship.
Hey, get out.
You're supposed to be watching
for the principal, Lamo.
It's Lamont, Aman.
And what are you doing in here?
Taking a trip down memory lane
to when Principal Smith gave
us our awesome detention? Nice!
Drinking in school? Detention.
Even you, Lamo.
It's Lamont, Principal Smith.
Principal Smith?
What are you
talking about, Lamo?
Oh! Blythe! What
are you doing here?
I was talking about the past
with my home slice Aman.
Huh? Where'd he go?
I cut my spa day short,
because I knew you were
forcing these poor kids
into an '80s detention, Lamont!
So now, you get to
stay in detention
and make sure no
one does anything.
All right. You may
have fooled her,
but I know you're
up to something,
and I've never been
happier. What is it?
Well, we might as well tell you.
Norville's
hallucinations are back,
but Amber now thinks they
are actually a ghost.
So we're having a seance
to prove Amber right.
Or wrong. [Chuckles]
A seance?
That's incredible.
No. What's incredible
is how you ever had enough
testosterone to sire a child.
[all gasp]
JK. JK. I was just checking
that my empathy is fully back.
And it is. I can't
believe I said that.
Oh, God. I'm gonna be sick.
Son, please don't
beat yourself up.
Kids today are already
so stressed out.
That's actually why I
planned these detentions.
So you're forced
to have some fun.
My detention back in the day
was so awesome, I fainted.
Missed the whole thing.
I've been trying to
relive it ever since.
And if I can help some teens
like you along the
way, even better.
Well, then, good news, Lamont.
Because to pull off our seance,
we need you to distract Blythe
by recreating the most iconic
'80s movie scene ever.
Why are we looking up?
Oh.
Lamont!
What the hell are
you doing up there?
The Triple Lindy
from underrated '80s
comedy, Back to School.
Wait! Velma meant
crawl through the ceiling
like in The Breakfast Club.
Oh, damn it!
Oh, God!
[thud]
Ouch. Classic.
- [chuckles]
- [groans]
All right, everyone,
hold hands in a circle
around Norville.
Here we go.
Spirit of Victoria Jones,
are you... Wait.
I'm getting some real
bad energy from Velma.
Who, me? Nope.
Everything's normal.
Velma, I know you
and your flop sweat.
- You're up to something.
- No, I'm not.
I just feel it's weird
when adults hold hands.
Don't like it on Thanksgiving,
don't like it now.
Not buying it. Olive, Gigi,
I invoke a force stronger
than any magic...
Girl Code.
If you know my girlfriend
is up to something,
you have to tell me.
Uh, Girl Code is just a myth
perpetuated by
early 2000s comedy.
Velma wanted us to help her
expose Amber as a fraud.
[gasps] What?
Velma, I thought you were
trying to support me.
This is worse than when you
secretly threw away my clogs.
I know. But you know I can't get
behind the idea of ghosts or magic
or higher powers
in the universe.
Which is so interesting,
seeing as how you have
had an inexplicable,
otherworldly experience
with a higher power
and we both know it.
[crowd cheering]
Hey, you can stop.
The song ended.
I don't care. This
feels too good.
Wait, what's happening?
What are you?
[Orb of Light] What am I?
I'm as close as you're
getting to Beyonce, kid.
What is this place?
And is the line
for merch shorter?
[Orb of Light] This is where you go
when Beyonce's music awakens your soul.
To the endless possibilities
of our universe.
Whoa! So if possibilities
are endless,
can I float closer to the stage?
- [Orb of light] You're not on the list.
- [Velma] Oh, God!
Pssht! I was just light-headed
from yelling at people who
told me to stop singing.
You can try to brush it off,
but you know in your heart
that you encountered a power
higher than yourself that night.
It was an outdoor concert
sponsored by a microwave
burrito company.
Everyone was higher
than me that night.
Just face it.
You know I'm right.
I'm your best friend.
- I know the real you.
- [gasps]
This is exactly why I don't
want you doing these detentions.
People get hurt!
And healthcare is way worse now.
You only say that because
you had an awesome detention.
But I missed it.
And worse, you won't even
tell me how awesome it was.
Because it wasn't awesome.
Hey, should we help him?
- [screams]
- [crashing]
Oh, no! I've
committed vandalism!
I'm gonna get expelled!
No. You can fake an
injury and sue the school.
[chuckles] My dad
will represent you
if you take that
internship at his law firm.
What? But a moral
compromise like that
could change my whole life.
I wish you had never
introduced me to the law, Don.
Aman sued the school
to avoid expulsion.
But it cost him his soul.
I became a principal to ensure
no more lives were
ruined by detention.
And Don got as far away
from the law as possible
by joining the military.
I wrote an article
about it back then
but never published it.
There's still a copy in the
newspaper office, though.
Come on.
Wait, it's gone!
Okay, fine, Daphne.
Maybe there might be some
kind of higher power,
but it's still a stretch
to go from passing out
at a Beyonce concert
to summoning ghosts.
Well, then what if we
don't call it a seance?
What if instead, we honor
your Beyonce experience
and call it a...
Se-yonce?
A Se-yonce. That's so
beautiful.
That just might work.
Wow, Daph, you
really do know me.
And just to be clear, this
is still about figuring out
if I'm haunted by
a ghost, right?
Wait. I thought it
was about my mother
explaining she's innocent.
It can still be
about those things.
I'm just way more invested
now that it's also about me.
That's right. And I
know the perfect chant
to get us started.
Everyone knows Beyonce's
song, "Haunted," right?
It's what you do,
it's what you see.
[all chanting] I know
if I'm haunting you,
you must be haunting me.
I know...
Uh, did George R.R. Martin
finally release his next novel
or are my n*pples erect because
the temperature just dropped?
It's Mother.
Flickering lights was her
favorite wasting energy flex.
Keep chanting, everyone!
A magnificent spirit is near!
Ah, nuts. I scared it off.
I knew I was coming
on too strong.
[all scream]
Oh, God, there's
something in here with us.
It's Mother. Tell
them you're innocent!
And also that we are
using your backup locket,
not the one with
my picture in it!
There's a hidden inscription.
"This locket contains the only
things I've ever truly loved."
"I own no other lockets."
What?
[screaming]
Oh, God! It's the
ghost. k*ll it!
[thud]
Amber? I knew it was you as
soon as I saw it was you.
But it wasn't. I was just
trying to catch the real spirit.
We all felt it, right?
The only thing I feel is the
satisfaction of being right.
Face it, Amber. You
staged everything.
How could they?
They've been with
us the whole time.
Just because there
are mysteries in life
that the great Velma
Dinkley can't solve,
doesn't mean you should
take it out on Amber!
Oh, but I can
solve this mystery.
All Amber would have to do
is distract us with
some seance mumbo jumbo
while they fiddled with
this old electrical box.
[crackling]
And cranking up the AC
not only provided the spooky
supernatural chill in the room,
but it also blew the books
and papers off the shelves.
[air blowing]
I have to admit, Amber.
I thought your
skills were relegated
to the handmade soap realm,
but apparently I was wrong.
What? None of that is true.
Yeah. They didn't do it, Velma.
You're more off base than when
you tried to go to second.
I'm off base?
What about you and
all this witchy stuff?
This isn't you, Daphne.
It's a whim, like when we
made Pride and Prejudice
our whole personality.
No, it is me.
I went to Thorn's
bookstore, read a lot
and gave it a ton of thought.
You, of all people,
know how much
I've struggled to
find the real me.
And I finally did.
This is who I am.
That's not true. It can't be.
Because it's not the
unknown that freaks me out.
It's idiots like you who ignore
facts and science that do.
- [thud]
- What's going on here?
It's 4:45.
Your parents can and will sue
if we keep you past 5:00.
- Oh, God!
- [thud]
Aman?
["Haunted" playing]
So how was detention, son?
How was it?
I lost my innoc-once.
Ah-huh. Well, uh...
Are you ready for
tonight's ghost hunt?
More than ever.
♪ It's where we go ♪
♪ It's where we'll be ♪
♪ I know if I'm onto
you I'm onto you ♪
♪ Onto you You must
be onto me... ♪
So how did the seance go?
It was bad, but I
am glad I tried.
You're right about
me needing to relax.
Maybe the '80s can
still teach us stuff.
No, they can't.
It's time for me
and every guy my age
to stop living in the past.
And start living
in the even more
distant past of the Civil
w*r like we're supposed to.
I don't know.
There's a lot to be said
for a tidy '80s ending.
Today's endings are all
about the throw forward.
Wait, what's that?
Hey, I'll catch up
with you guys later.
Why would Mr. S have something
from the Crystal
Cove Insane Asylum?
Dr. Dane Dupree?
Holy crap. Is my grandma alive?
[theme music playing]
Hey, buddy. Remember this?
I was serious when I said
I wanted to catch up.
You owe me. And
lives are at stake.
Hey. [Shushes]
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