No.
Oh, sh*t. We gotta move.
I thought you clipped the wires.
So did I.
We still got time.
Hey. What about these
other goods?
Just the board.
That's the deal. Come on.
Put it back, m*therf*cker.
Sure. Okay, man. Just...
just calm the f*ck down.
Calm the f*ck down.
Come on. Let's go.
Pull a g*n on me, you f*ck?
Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.
Boo!
What'd you find?
Hi. Look.
What do you think?
-Hmm.
-Mm-hmm.
-Smells like apricots.
-Mm-hmm.
It's perfect texture.
-You hit the jackpot.
-No, you're the maestro.
Trust me. We serve organic food
this fresh,
we'll nail the reviews...
I hope.
Are you really worried?
I mean, with your skills?
Yeah,
why would I worry?
A new restaurant in a city
full of restaurants?
We put every dime into this.
So did they.
All of them.
I just don't want
to let them down.
They were happy to do it,
and we're all like a, um,
like a family now.
It's the only family I got,
and I'm okay with that.
Are you really done with it?
The big search for your parents?
All it ever did
was drive me crazy.
So, yeah, yeah, I'm over it.
And I know who I am,
and I know who loves me.
That's all that's important.
Okay.
And New Orleans
is about to discover
what a genius you are.
Stop.
Hey! You guys.
I thought we were
on a tight schedule.
We are.
Yeah, we're getting
like nothing over here.
You guys come work this side.
Have you checked
all this area?
-No. Maybe if you...
-There's some.
-Go on...
-Yeah.
I need to get this. Hold on.
Hello?
Hello?
Hey. Can you hear me?
-Christian.
-Yeah, baby.
Do you hear something funny?
What?
I'm just trying
to get reception.
Do you need something?
No, I'm fine.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Hello?
What the heck are you guys?
Where you going?
What you got there?
Come here.
Emily!
I've been calling for you.
I've been looking
all over for you.
Look at this.
I mean, it's amazing, right?
I... I think someone
just left it here.
Oh. it's pretty old.
You just found it here?
Uh, yeah. I...
saw this stray cat,
and there it was.
And it's beautiful, right?
You were following a cat?
It's gotta be some sort of
antique or something.
This would look so good
in the restaurant.
Uh, yeah. Maybe.
You know, like on the wall,
or something.
You've heard
of found objects, right?
I'll tell you what.
We'll take it,
and then we'll think about it.
-Yeah?
-All right.
Come on. Let's get a move on.
Thank you, darlin'.
Easy with that, Mr. Booker.
It's over 200 years old,
worth more per shot
than I'm paying you.
I'll consider it a bonus then
for nearly gettin'
my a*s k*lled.
And whose fault was that?
Lebarge is your man, not mine.
Son of b*tch is crazy.
"Was" crazy.
We are quite certain he's dead.
What we don't know
is what happened to the board.
All's I know
is that crazy f*ck
tried to crack my skull
like an egg.
I'm lucky to be alive.
True.
But luck is a fickle thing.
Thank you, darlin'.
Now, I'm not hungry.
Nonsense.
We cater for all our guests'...
appetites here.
I could ask around
about the board.
See if Lebarge
tried to fence it.
Don't bother.
We'll find it.
Goodbye now, Mister Booker.
Hi, Tom.
Thank you so much for coming.
Hi, you. Oh, my God!
I'm so glad to see you.
The maestro
has arrived.
Mikey, Jamey.
Hi. I'm so happy
you guys could make it.
Wait till you guys
try the Djon Djon Rice.
It's gonna blow
your friggin' minds.
Okay, if I could have
everyone's attention,
please. Welcome.
So good to see so many
familiar faces here.
Feels like we're amongst family.
You guys are in
for a real treat tonight,
as you're about to experience
some of our finest
Creole cooking.
-Our influences are African, French--
-And Caribbean.
Thank you, Zack.
As well as my own people
in Spain.
We are still experimenting
with the menu,
-so let us know what you think.
-Yes!
Dig in. Come on.
I know everybody's hungry.
Christian, can you help me out
with this before
it sets the alarm off?
What'd you do, Richie?
-I don't know what I'm doing.
-Yeah.
Sorry.
You guys should have
had this chimney cleaned
before you moved in.
Birds nest in these things.
This building's
over 100 years old, bro.
-There we go.
-Is everything okay?
Yeah, everything's fine.
They're loving it.
-The food's a hit.
-Yeah?
Well, this crowd might
be a little too easy.
Just try and get some
honest feedback, yeah?
What's Brooke doing here?
Oh. Sorry,
I kind of invited her.
You kind of invited
my ex-girlfriend?
Well, yeah.
You know, she's single now,
and so am I obviously, so.
Yeah.
What? You want her to end up
with some rando?
Let's keep it
in the family, guys,
keep it in the family.
I'm so sorry about that.
It's all right.
We're... we're all adults.
-RICHIE! Hi.
-Some of us.
I'll come find you
in a second, all right?
Oh, okay. Yeah, yeah.
Hey, you two.
Hi, Brooke.
Hi. So nice to see you.
-Yeah.
-Hi, Brooke.
Uh, so, how is Malta?
You're in Malta?
Yeah. They have
incredible ruins.
I got invited to join
an archeological research group.
Uh, for your master's program?
Uh, no. Actually, we were funded
by a grant from the Vatican.
-Oh, wow.
-Yeah.
Wow. That sounds
like quite an honor.
Yeah, thanks.
I got the gig for my thesis
on Shamanistic traditions.
Yeah, it sounds amazing.
I know you don't give
a sh*t, Christian,
so don't bother pretending.
He doesn't believe in anything
he can't chop, grill or saut.
That's not true. I believe
in Chateau Neuf Du Pape,
especially when it's on sale.
And what about you two?
I hear congratulations
are in order.
Yes. I figured
I'd better close the deal
-before she wises up on me.
-Thanks.
Yeah. We don't have a date yet,
but we're pretty excited.
Hmm. Is that the ring?
Uh, no. Uh...
This is-- I've had this one
since high school.
-We misplaced the ring.
-He's being nice. Um...
I lost it when we were moving.
Feel really bad about it.
Well, I'm sure it'll turn up.
Em. Em.
We're running a little dry.
Can you show me
where we keep the cab?
Yeah. I... I will be back.
Uh, well, I... I can't wait
for you to see the restaurant.
I'm sure it'll be amazing.
And your girl, Emily.
You two seem
really happy together.
Never thought you
were the marrying kind.
Or was I just
your free spirit phase?
You were
the free spirit, remember?
Not me.
Never in the same
time zone twice.
Ah. Point taken.
I'm glad you found
your soulmate.
I heard she just got out
of rehab or something.
So, it's Christian
to the rescue, huh?
-Very romantic.
-Brooke...
I'm making you uncomfortable,
I can go.
No. No, no, no, no.
Absolutely not.
This party's just
getting started.
You know what? Um,
let me steal you for a second.
-I want to show you something.
-All right.
You're sort of like an expert
in antiques and things, right?
Antiquities, actually.
Okay, so check this out.
Total mystery item
I found in the woods.
-You found this?
-Yeah.
I just thought it looked cool.
I... I was trying to figure out
what the symbols are, though.
The pictograms could be pagan,
maybe even Wiccan.
This could easily be
over 100 years old.
Really?
You think it's worth anything?
Maybe. To collectors.
Yeah, but collectors of what?
We have no idea what it is.
It's a pendulum board.
They were used for spell casting
or to contact spirits.
So, like a, um,
like in a Ouija board?
These were around
for centuries
before Ouija boards.
Maybe even a millennium.
Here it is.
They were in use as far back
as ancient Egyptians.
So, why is it called
a pendulum board?
-Do you swing something over it?
-Right.
Could be anything
of significance to you.
You dangle an object over it
on a chain or string,
hold it steady as you can,
and let the board do the work.
Like something like this?
Theoretically,
you can use anything.
I can only guess
what the syllables mean.
Life...
death...
love... power...
a few unpleasant deities.
There's our "veritas" and "non."
Latin for "yes" and "no."
Ask it a simple question.
Just clear your mind...
and when the pendulum swings,
be open to what arises
in your subconscious.
Okay.
I know you think Brooke is hot,
but staring is just
gonna creep her out.
I'm not staring at her.
It's that board.
Just feels like bad juju to me,
you know?
Here it goes. Okay.
Like this?
-And ask it a question?
-Mm-hmm. That's right.
Oh, great and powerful board,
will our restaurant
be a success?
Right now, we need good luck
with the opening.
All right, relax.
We'll make our own luck. Okay?
I'll drink to that.
From a crayfish lunch truck
to the Creole Kings.
Let's hear it
for the Creole Kings!
To the Creole Kings!
Is that it?
Is it gonna do anything?
-Try another question.
-Okay.
Will Christian and I get married
at St Vincent's?
Uh, I think it lost its mojo,
if it ever had any.
I guess you get
what you pay for.
-Whoa!
-What the f*ck?
-Get it out!
-Stay calm!
What was that?
Holy crap! Is everyone okay?
Em, you okay?
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
That was... that was so weird.
That thing is jinxed, man.
That's the thing
with spirit boards.
If you knock on the door...
don't be shocked
if something answers.
Not there.
Up, up a little.
-Yeah. Up.
-Yo.
Hey. I just got a call
from the printers.
We need to finalize
the menu by tomorrow.
I'm still experimenting.
All right, hear me out.
Who needs menus, man?
Let's just sing the entrees.
You'll like
The Djon Djon rice
You'll find it very nice
That sounds great.
-Yeah, I'm here.
-Yo.
How do you
like the new sign?
Uh, it's cool.
I'd like it a lot better
if they spelled
the Creole correctly.
-You f*cking serious?
-Just f*cking with you.
Come on.
Did you end up picking the font
for that sign?
Mm-mm. Nope.
-Yo.
Hey, morning, sunshine.
Zack, how's it going?
Few things I want to try
this morning,
-so bear with me, okay?
-Go for it.
I'm fine-tuning
the creole sauce.
-Gonna be one spicy mo' fo.
-Okay.
Just make sure you keep it down
to an 11, all right?
We don't want to k*ll
the customers.
Welcome to the main event
I'm using the Caso.
Okay.
This is where
It all begins...
That stuff's
12 bucks a pound.
-Go easy.
-I know.
We were made for this moment
Our time is now
We don't rent it
Man, we own it
Weed 'em, boys
Diamonds under pressure
So, I heard you walked Brooke
home last night.
Just being a gentleman,
you know?
Yeah, right.
How'd that go?
How do you think, dude?
She's still in love with you.
Obviously.
We know Emily loves you.
Personally, I don't get it.
A little bit of you
goes a long way.
Hello? Hey, Gwen.
No, no. It's too bad
you couldn't make it.
I know. It was the usual crowd,
um...
...except Christian's ex.
Yeah, she actually showed up.
Can you believe it?
She's like,
obviously still into him.
No.
No, I haven't touched that sh*t
for like months now.
No, it's a nightmare.
I'm over it. I feel good.
Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.
Um, Caf du Monde at 2:00?
Okay. Bye.
Okay, where we at
with the green gumbo?
-Two minutes, bro.
-I'm frying the okra.
Okay.
...Museum of Natural History.
The only thing stolen
was an unusual
Old World game board.
I... I wouldn't call it a game,
no, far from it.
The artifact was a rarity,
one of the few
authentic examples
of early Wiccan
pendulum boards...
Holy sh*t.
...which were primarily used
to contact
those now moved on
from our spiritual plane,
which later became the influence
for the modern-day Ouija board,
which, as you rightly said,
is indeed a game.
There was a m*rder of two--
All right. Show me what you got.
sh*t.
Are you doing that?
-Yo. Did you hear that?
-What?
Give me a sec.
f*ck! Jesus Christ!
Get the f*ck out of here.
-Yo. You good?
-Yes.
Why do we have so many cats
around here?
I don't know.
Hey, guys, make sure you close
the lids on the dumpsters.
-All right?
-Yeah, I got you.
Little guys are bad luck.
That's only black cats,
if they cross your path.
We gotta burn some sage
in this place before we open.
I'm serious.
And that board's gotta go.
You'll have to talk to Emily
about it.
Dude. My mom used to read tarot
right here
in the French Quarter.
I got a feeling
about this stuff.
-Just trust me.
-Okay.
There's a ring. Um, my...
my engagement ring.
I lost it when I was unpacking.
Is it in the house somewhere?
E... E... E is east?
Is that...
-Gumbo is too salty.
-No, f*ck you. It's perfect.
If we need a signature dish,
it should be the gumbo.
Well,
have Christian try it, then.
Okay.
-It needs a little more citrus.
-Oh, you're both full of sh*t.
This way?
No way. I've looked in there
a million times.
-What the f*ck?
-Yo! You guys okay?
Yeah. Whoa!
Whoa. sh*t.
Whoa. I don't know
why the flames--
What the f*ck, Richie?
Shut that thing off.
What the f*ck? Ah!
Richie!
Richie!
Hold it tight! Hold it!
Come on. Come on, Richie.
Open your eyes.
Call 9-1-1! Do it now!
Where's my f*cking hand?
-Richie, stay with me.
-What the f*ck!
They can sew it back on, right?
Find his hand! Hang on, Richie!
Where's the cat?
-sh*t.
-The ambulance is on its way.
-Fill the bucket with ice.
-Open your eyes.
Here, kitty, kitty.
Christian!
Christian. Christian, look.
I found my ring.
Isn't that like a miracle?
Yeah, that's great.
Wait, what are you...
what are you doing down there?
There's been an accident.
Why is there blood
on your hands?
Just... I'm handling it.
Just go inside.
-Are you okay?
-Christian!
Just go inside, Em.
Christian,
what's going on?
Go inside.
Zack, talk to me. How is he?
I'm sorry.
I couldn't stop the bleeding.
He's dead.
Richie... Richie...
Richie...
Richie. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
It'll never
be the same without you.
-Excuse me.
-Hey. You okay?
Yeah. I'm just...
I'm just a mess.
I'm just gonna go
-to the ladies' room.
-Okay.
I'm sorry. Excuse me.
Hey.
Hey, Jessie.
I'm, uh, sorry
to hear about Richie.
Uh, it's gotta be tough
to handle.
-Yeah, it is.
-Haven't seen you in a while.
Hey. Boss.
I don't think so, Jessie.
I think I'm good.
What the hell
are you doing here, Jessie?
Relax, homie.
I'm here for Richie.
I've known him longer
than you have.
I don't give a sh*t.
Just stay the f*ck away
from Emily.
I think that's up to her.
Ain't that so?
Christian, stop.
You get anywhere near her,
and you and I are gonna have
a different kind
of conversation.
Oh. Whatever, man.
Jesus. Christian, here,
of all places,
to cause a scene?
f*cking really?
It took you nine months
to get off the sh*t
he was selling you.
We're not letting
that happen ever again.
If you're ready
to take your seats,
we'll be starting the service
in a moment.
Thanks.
-Hi, baby.
-Hi.
-How's it going?
-All right, I guess.
It's f*cking weird running
the kitchen without Richie.
I know.
-Good news today.
-Yeah?
Uh, the food critic
from the Times
is coming to the opening.
That's pretty cool.
Now, all we have to do
is actually be ready to open.
Mm-hmm.
Whoa.
-Look who I found.
-Where'd he come from?
He was on the balcony
just begging to come in,
this poor thing.
I think it's same cat
I just saw in the woods.
I want to keep him,
if that's okay.
I don't even really like cats.
Dogs are loyal,
but cats are just...
Can we just give him
a chance, please?
I mean, I think he'll lighten
things up around here.
You know, I think
I'll call him Mr. Lucky,
since he showed up
right after I found my ring.
You mean the night Richie died?
Okay, okay. Like, I mean,
if you really don't like cats,
-then whatever. It's fine.
-Are you actually getting upset?
No.
Ah, you're doing
that thing that you do.
All right, fine.
We'll give the cat a chance.
We'll try it for a few days,
and then we'll see.
I think you'll completely
fall in love with him.
"Hi, Christian."
-All right.
-"I love you."
What I want to know
is about this ring.
How did you find this?
I thought we looked everywhere
for it.
Yeah. I mean, it was so strange.
I...I think
I finally figured out
how the pendulum board works.
The board
told you where the ring was?
Like, sort of.
I... I think it...
I think it maybe helps tap
into your subconscious.
Does that sound crazy?
Kind of. But whatever works.
Um, I'll tell you what.
How about we stop messing
with it
until we find out more about it?
Emily?
Hmm? What?
-Please.
-Okay, I won't...
I won't touch it.
I'm gonna go get some work done.
Okay, I'll be here.
Em? Emily. Hey, wake up.
You were screaming.
What are you doing?
I don't know.
I... I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't move through these...
through these hands.
Okay, just try to calm down.
Em?
You gotta be honest with me.
Are you using again?
What? No.
Did Jessie slip you something
at the funeral?
I sai... I said no!
I had some sort of nightmare.
-And you think that--
-Okay, okay.
I believe you. I just...
I don't understand
what's going on with you.
Look, all I know
is that you have to stop messing
with this damn thing.
I looked it up online,
and there was some pendulum
board that was ripped off
-from a museum in New Orleans.
-Yeah, I know. I know. I know.
You know?
And you didn't tell me?
Look, I was going to
and then everything happened
with Richie.
And, Chris, we don't even know
if it's the same board.
Maybe it is and maybe it isn't,
but we have to give it back.
Are you serious?
Okay, okay. Well,
what do we say to the police?
I don't know, Emily, the truth?
Two cops were k*lled!
Yeah, I know,
and that makes everything worse.
Do you really want
to get mixed up in all of this?
I have a drug bust on my record,
remember?
I mean, how do you think
that's gonna look?
Okay, easy.
It's okay.
-I'm so sorry.
-It's okay.
I'm sorry.
You're okay.
You're okay.
You're okay.
Hey, look.
I'm not gonna do anything.
-Okay?
-Okay.
We'll give it a rest
for the night. Okay?
Get in bed.
-Hey.
-Hmm?
I love you.
I love you too.
You're gonna be okay.
Hey.
Thanks for coming.
How are you, Christian?
How are you holding up?
I'm okay. I guess.
It's Emily I'm worried about.
Your text said something
about the board.
Chris, just remember
I'm still your friend.
You can talk to me
about anything.
That board.
She's been obsessed with it
ever since the night
of the party.
I mean, playing
with it day and night.
Look, don't take this
the wrong way.
I think Emily is awesome...
but an addictive personality
can get in real trouble
with the supernatural.
Then what do I do about it?
When I got your text,
I called an old friend of mine
from Cambridge.
He's... he knows far more
about ancient Wiccan practices
than I do.
Wicca is a faith
just as valid as any other...
and he's an expert.
He's having
a little get-together
at his home this afternoon,
and he insists we stop by.
Okay.
I fall to pieces
Each time I see you again
Christian?
Is that you?
Christian! Christian!
Amelie?
Amelie?
Merci.
You walk by
And I fall to pieces
You walk by
And I fall to pieces
Beautiful, isn't it?
Yeah, if you like
OG plantations.
It's been in his family
for generations.
He prides himself
on the restoration.
Sounds like the party
already started.
Summer Solstice
begins at sunset.
It's incredibly important
to the Wiccan faith.
I should warn you,
Alexander is brilliant,
but he's a bit eccentric.
-Eccentric?
-You'll see.
He's very gifted.
He's quite instinctual
about people.
Can I help you?
Mr. Babtiste is expecting us.
Ah, Ms. Brooke. Welcome.
I'll let him know
you've arrived.
Christian.
Promise me one thing.
Sure.
Whatever you might
see here tonight,
don't judge. All right?
Brooke, dear.
You are looking gorgeous
as usual.
And that means
you must be Christian.
Named after an entire religion.
That must be a terrible burden.
Alexander, don't be cruel.
Christian is a very
accomplished chef.
He's opening a new restaurant
in the French Quarter.
Bravo.
I do look forward
to experiencing your palate.
Now, you are both just in time
to celebrate the festival
of summer solstice.
Lucky us. What a coincidence.
There are no coincidences,
my dear boy.
The universe has led you to me
for a reason. Hmm?
Now, come. Come.
Let's get you a drink.
If you're mistaken...
So, you're an expert
in the field of...
Wicca.
I suppose I am,
among other things.
It is a serious subject,
though,
grounded in the age
old worship of nature.
Seems like
we're a bit overdress.
Nonsense.
I encourage all my guests
to feel free
to be themselves here.
Especially tonight.
Brooke. We've missed you.
We're so glad you could join us.
Christian,
this Asha and her sisters.
Welcome.
Uh, no, thanks. I'm fine.
You guys are triplets?
Relax.
Enjoy yourself.
You're among friends.
Brooke. What the hell?
They're white witches
out of a modern coven.
Show a little respect.
Hopefully,
the sisters aren't making you
feel too uncomfortable.
Solstice is one
of their favorite holy days.
It was a medieval
fertility festival.
No, it still is.
You two will fit right in.
You make a lovely couple.
Us? No.
Brooke and I are just friends.
That's funny.
I could have sworn I sensed
a bit more of a connection.
Am I right?
Christian, are you all right?
Um, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
So, tell me about the lady
in question,
the one with the problem.
Her name is Emily.
She seems to be obsessed
with this pendulum board.
I'm afraid she's been
channeling without knowing it.
The problem is,
she's a novice, and she's--
Got in over her head, did she?
I may be able to help.
Tell me about the board.
It's an antique.
Maybe early European,
16 or 1700s.
Pendulum boards were outlawed
by the pope in 1733.
Owning one meant you risked
being burnt at the stake.
What I'm worried about is how
they're being used nowadays.
This is a crime scene from 1996.
Some kind of ritual m*rder.
Could that be the same board?
I doubt it.
Very few boards
from that period still exist.
Where did you get it?
Does that really make
a difference?
There's no need to feel
what is it...
guilt?
Was the board a gift?
I'm not sure
where Emily got it from.
Funny.
You know so little
yet here you are.
And I know so much.
Emily.
I know you're there.
I can hear you
breathing, darlin'.
What do you want?
No. The question
isn't what I want.
It's what you want.
I know you, Em.
And I know you're hurtin'.
Some dang sh*t just came my way.
I have to ask.
Ask who?
I'm asking you.
Have a seat, Christian.
I'm fine. Thanks.
There it is.
As well as I can remember it.
You do need my help.
And why is that?
Because I have an interest
in the preservation
of a rare antiquity,
and your fiance's life.
Her life?
In the late 1600s,
there was a village in France
on the outskirts
of the Lorraine parish.
One morning,
a traveler found every man,
woman and child slaughtered.
At first, they believed it
was done by a clan of gypsies.
But then they realized
they had all m*rder*d each other
as if the entire village
had gone mad.
Wasn't bread mold found
in a local mill?
Sort of like an Old World
LSD outbreak?
So it is said.
But the truth, I'm afraid,
my dear, is a shade darker.
A harlot was banished
from the town as a witch...
so she started a coven
of her own,
called herself Naga Soth.
"She, who never forgives."
It is said that she put
a curse on the villagers.
Drove them all mad...
and she used that board
to cast her spell.
But that's probably
just some sort of legend, right?
Perhaps, but having
that particular board
in your possession may incur
serious consequences...
not least of which is jail time
for grand theft and m*rder.
But you already know that...
don't you?
I didn't steal it.
No, of course not.
But as I said...
...there are no coincidences.
Fate has led you
to me for a reason.
My own great, great grandfather,
Bishop Grogan.
He hunted down Naga Soth
and paid for it with his life.
Did you know about this?
I swear, Christian--
Are you two f*cking with me?
I'm trying
to help you, Christian.
Trust me.
Your Emily needs it.
Em? Baby?
Hey. There you are.
Where else would I be?
The good little woman
always sits at home
waiting on her man, right?
Even when he's out running
around with his ex.
I would... How do you know that?
A little birdie told me
what you did.
I didn't do anything.
No, of course not.
You never "do" anything.
You're such a good,
little Boy Scout.
You know, maybe we could do
something, like, right now.
What's gotten into you?
Mm.
Hey,
you're not on anything, are you?
Did Jessie hook you up?
The board told me Jessie
will never bother me again.
The board?
It's getting near dawn...
Wassup, dog?
Did you bring the dope?
Uncut Mexi brown.
But I thought you was avoiding
that sh*t.
It ain't for me.
See Tina there.
She's ready for the big leagues.
All right. It's your party.
It is.
Tina.
You're one lucky girl.
It must be your birthday.
What you looking at, p*ssy?
All right, baby.
Ready to fly?
What?
Emily?
Emily!
There's that pretty little vein.
What the f*ck.
In the sunshine of your love
Oh, my god. Oh, my god.
What did I do?
What did I do? What did I do?
-You don't remember?
-No, no. I don't know.
I am...
...I am losing my mind.
-No, no, no. No, no.
-My mind.
You're not losing your mind.
Listen.
Em, whatever is happening
to you,
I think I know
how to make it stop.
You have to trust me. Okay?
Come here.
Emily?
Come in.
Baby.
Em?
Hey, hey.
Hey. You okay?
I've brought someone here
to help you get better.
There's a good kitty.
Whatever it is
that you're going through...
we're gonna get through it
together, all right?
Emily.
This is Doctor
Alexander Babtiste.
He's an expert
at this kind of thing.
Hello, Emily.
I'm here as a friend.
I'm going to help you.
I... I don't understand
what's happening to me.
You started a journey
with that board
without any guidance at all.
That can be terribly
dangerous...
but I'm going to help you
complete your journey.
Once I'm finished,
you won't be needing it anymore.
Do you understand?
I think so.
Good.
Are you willing
to give it a try?
I need you to turn off
your phones
and unplug any televisions
or radios in the house.
Clear your mind and focus solely
on the pendulum.
The only sound you will hear
is the sound of my voice.
You are a vessel.
Your body...
your mind...
your soul...
all one vessel.
You are going to empty
that vessel,
then I will fill it
with the one thing
that belongs there...
your true self.
Do you understand?
Good.
As I count down,
your eyes will grow heavy...
and you will fall asleep
before I reach zero.
Ten...
nine...
eight...
seven...
six...
five...
four...
three...
two...
one.
We must journey back...
back to she,
who carved this board.
Who spilled blood to stir
its dark magic.
It became both her prison
and her only means of escape.
Hey.
Hey, what's going on?
Make it stop!
No!
She is in mortal danger.
It must be finished.
Three...
two...
one.
Awaken.
How do you feel?
Merveilleux.
What did you say?
Wonderful.
I feel really...
wonderful.
You see?
Mission accomplished.
Thank you.
I won't be needing this anymore.
Pleasure is mine.
Yeah, I don't know
how I could repay you.
Oh.
Seeing this lovely young lady
returned to us safely
is reward enough,
and I'll be returning this
to its rightful place
without implicating you
or Emily.
You'll be joining us
for the banquet.
Of course.
Wouldn't miss it for the world.
Hey, that's the first time
you called the opening
a banquet.
Hmm.
Oh, my god.
This is impossible.
No, no, no, no.
Leave me alone.
What do you want from me?
I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming.
This is just a nightmare.
I don't understand.
You speak the King's English,
dearie?
I know it well.
What's happening to me?
You don't know who you are,
do you?
Why do they call me sorcerer?
She did it.
She did it.
They think you are a witch,
but the witch escaped her fate
and she left you
to die in her place.
Hey.
Christian said to use these.
Oh, for the Djon Djon?
Wow.
They do smell amazing.
Wow. Full house, huh?
It's looking good.
It's looking good.
Yeah.
Is that the Times critic?
Is someone going to...
Is that a new dress?
Welcome, Mr. Douchet.
So nice to see you.
Thank you. I usually prefer
to sample new cuisine
without letting my presence
be known.
Of course.
Let me show you to your table.
Okay. Let's go.
We got the entree. Come on.
When you came
When you saw what I saw
Alexander.
How nice of you to join us.
It's a bit of a last supper
for me, I'm afraid.
Why is that?
I'm off on a tour
of Europe tonight.
Family business.
But I didn't want
to miss the festivities,
especially seated opposite
somebody so lovely.
You and I must talk, Brooke.
I sense you are an old soul.
All right, guys, it's game time.
Let's get the first course
on the table.
How's my Djon Djon,
Sierra Sierra?
-Mm! Ready to plate.
-Good.
Are you feeling
all right, Emily?
Hmm?
Look at them.
You're not going
to let them get away with it,
are you?
Our first course is a twist
on a Creole classic,
Djon Djon mushroom rice.
Thank you.
Ooo you make me...
Mm.
Ooo you make me
Though I can't say
How or why
My will was a burden
'Till I learned...
Oh, thank you.
That looks incredible.
Ooh you make me...
-Mm.
-I wouldn't.
You're allergic to mushrooms,
remember?
-I'm not.
-Trust me.
Tonight you are.
Mm.
Well, you're hungry tonight?
Oh. This is so delicious.
Is it just me,
or is it getting warm in here?
Ooo you make me...
Enjoying the meal?
Oh, yes, thank you.
It's delicious.
Finished?
I'm just getting started.
Can you serve me seconds?
Um... Of course, ma'am.
Um... hello.
-Hi.
-What the f*ck was that?
-What?
-What do you mean what?
What the f*ck was that?
You squeezed his a*s like
it's a f*cking baguette.
Main course ready to plate?
All right. Here you go.
A request for seconds
on the Djon Djon.
Yep.
Hey. You got a pretty
rowdy crowd out there.
Have you noticed?
-That's a good thing.
-If you say so.
-Jackie, chapos.
-Yeah, you got it.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Sorry. I'm feeling
kind of funny.
Just grab a ginger ale.
That'll help you.
Yeah.
There you go, ma'am.
What the f*ck!
What the hell are you doing?
Get your hands off her, man.
What the hell kind of wine
are we serving?
This is delicious...
...but your chef must be using
quite a strong spice.
If you liked that,
then you'll love this.
Guys, plates are up.
Sierra?
What's so funny?
Are you okay?
Your face.
What's wrong with your face?
What's so funny?
-Your face.
-Calm down.
What's wrong with your face?
It's okay.
Sierra, calm down.
Put the knife down!
What's wrong with your face?
What's wrong with your face?
Calm down.
What's wrong with your face?
-Come help me.
-What's wrong--
-Calm down. It's okay.
-Don't touch me.
What is wrong with everyone?
No, no, no, no.
Please, please.
Merci!
I hate to dine and dash,
but um...
Try me.
There goes the four-star review.
Please.
Huh?
Emily!
Emily!
Police! Hands up!
Drop the knife!
Drop it and raise your hands.
Do it now.
Hey!
Stop!
Chris, it's me! Get in!
Go. Go, go, go, go!
My God, Christian.
-Are you okay?
-Not really.
Seems like everybody's losing
their f*cking minds.
I need to get
to Babtiste's place.
He's leaving the country.
He's... he's got a flight
out tonight.
Then get me close
to the property,
and then get as far away
as you can.
What?
What, you think you can
get rid of me now?
I'm the only one
who can get you in.
Out! Now!
What the f*ck?
-What the hell are you doing?
-Saving your life.
Babtiste doesn't
want you dead.
He'll only do that
if you try something stupid.
Like breaking in.
Babtiste?
Since when are you two so cozy?
Oh, no. It's not just Babtiste.
I've studied the Wiccan arts,
Christian,
and now I finally know
I'm meant to practice them.
Brooke, don't do this.
-Brooke!
-Move!
Wakey, wakey. Eggs and baccy.
Where's Emily?
Exactly where she was always
meant to be.
There is such a thing
as destiny, Christian,
and hers is not with you.
-You're f*cking crazy.
-Am I?
You're the one that poisoned
an entire restaurant
full of patrons, not me.
But I do owe you my thanks.
You see, she needed
to repeat her revenge
to be truly reborn.
Oh, look at her, Christian!
The scorn of Lilith,
the majesty of Cleopatra,
are all born again in her,
the one true witch that you
have helped me return
to our world.
Even if you're right,
why would she need you?
A lowlife con man just running
out of his family money?
Because, Christian,
behind every great woman
is a great man,
something you could never be.
You see, my great,
great grandfather,
Bishop Grogan,
he knew she had that power.
He drove her to it.
Now by my hand,
Naga Soth has risen again,
and I will be her master.
It is the destiny
of my bloodline.
You really are f*cking crazy.
Well,
I prefer the word visionary.
You see through your
drug addict girlfriend,
I brought her eternal life.
And now she'll do
the same for me.
Where is Emily?
Where is she?
That is such a good question.
Emily! Emily! Where is Emily?
No, please. God, no.
No.
You're still missing
the bigger picture, Christian.
That woman in that photograph
of yours,
she wasn't the victim.
She was a witch.
She was the practitioner.
The direct bloodline
of Naga Soth.
It was actually
quite a tragedy.
That woman,
she had a little baby
who was sent to an orphanage.
Such a cruel fate.
She must have been about
Emily's age, don't you think?
No!
Yes, Christian.
Shakespeare said it best.
"We are all but
fortune's fool, Prospero...
and fate has come home
to roost."
Emily?
Em?
What have you done to her?
Oh, I only helped her complete
the journey
that she started with you.
I'm not leaving here
without her.
You are welcome to take her,
if she'll go with you.
If she's still your Emily,
I will let you both
walk out of here alive.
And if not, well, then
you've lost to a better man.
So, Christian...
Lady's choice.
Emily?
Em?
Em?
Christian!
No.
No, don't touch him.
This is just getting
interesting.
Back up or I'll k*ll her.
-No, you won't.
-Try me!
It might be the only way
to set her free.
Go ahead, k*ll her.
I'm waiting!
No! Christian!
He'll never let you leave alive.
We will rule
a world of darkness,
her and I.
Just as we were always meant to.
Forever and ever. Amen.
The transference is complete.
Observe.
No!
Enough is enough.
Emily?
No!
I surrender to you,
dear sweet Emily.
Think, Emily.
A good girl wouldn't pull
the trigger
on an unarmed man now,
would she?
But a junkie wh*re
just might.
So the question is...
which one are you?
First rule of recovery,
own your addictions.
Chris. Oh, my God, Chris.
Chris, Chris.
Hey, are you okay?
Hey, are you okay?
Can you move?
Come on. We have to...
we have to get out of here.
-We have to get out of here.
-No. You go.
-I can't go.
-I love you.
-I love you so much.
-Me too.
Please don't leave me.
Look.
Just remember,
I'll always be right there.
Waiting for you
on the other side.
Christian.
Come. I'm sorry.
He's gone. He's gone.
Police, everybody out!
Get you out of here.
Come on. Let's go.
Thank you.
That'll be all,
ma'am. Thank you.
Guy owned this whole place...
and the last thing that went
through his mind
was a nine millimeter slug.
Secure the gurney.
You must be a
very well informed, young lady,
to know how to contact me.
I have my sources.
But I'm no lady.
It is authentic, Your Holiness.
You understand this
is not a donation.
You must understand that
the Church cannot pay cash
for such toys of the devil.
It would be very inappropriate.
I'm so sorry
for wasting your time then.
However, the spoils of w*r
between good and evil
have been abundant,
and there is a proper reward
in this case.
Thank you, Your Holiness.
You can imagine
how relieved I am
to know that such a wicked thing
should be under
the Church's protection.
Of course.
Now please forgive me,
I have to prepare benediction.
We will say a prayer of thanks
for your services.
Of course.
Oh, and Your Holiness?
Yes.
You'll need this.
Good luck.
Quand j'tais petite
Je me taisais
Comme une fleur
J'adorais les mythes
Mais tous ces mots
Me faisaient peur
J'adore mon poisson rouge
Il m'appelle jour et nuit
Il tourne en rond pour moi
Et je me tais
Rien que pour lui
J'aime mon jardin de roses
L'odeur me rend heureuse
C'est le silence qui m'parle
Comme si c'tait Charles
Quand on fait l'amour
Il n'y a pas de discours
Quand on fait l'amour
Il n'y a pas de discours
Quand on fait l'amour
Hlas, la vie passe vite
Sans qu'on s'aperoit
Je dpasse les limites
Mais je n'en parle
Toujours pas
Je prfre les rites
Qui contiennent
Que des gestes
Les notes elles m'excitent
Tout ce qui est en rythme
Tout ce qui se passe vite
Sans qu'on le comprenne
Tout ce qui se passe vite
Sans qu'on le comprenne
Sans qu'on le comprenne
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