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No way I can talk you out of this? / No. / I'll need to cast this spell in secret for it to work properly. / No one follows me! Got it! / Y-yeah. I - I got it. / You just going to stand there and smoke that cigar? / Until she returns, yes. / Which one.. which... / Hello daddy. / Your baby daughter has come to stay with you a while. Hope you don't mind. / I'm certain you would not approve of my actions here tonight, but rest assured it is for the greater good. / In a roundabout way, of course. |
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Do you know what time it is? / Uh... no, but I guess you're about to tell me. / We missed the church service tonight. You could have called. / I'm sorry. Chelsea and I were celebrating. We had a moment today. / I don't think this is a good time to tell him about your panther-witch thing. |
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What ARE we going to tell Paul about my panther-witch thing? / Forget it. He thinks you're weird anyway. / So, what's for dinner? / Ugh... / Meatloaf... / Cynthia!! |
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Cyn? Paul? Do you SMELL something? It's really weird, like... electricity... or... / Cynthia!! / She's not breathing! Call 911! NOW! |
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Final Answer? / This guy's a loser. Even I know the answer... / Shhh! / It's done. / So, my wickedly witch, what do we do now? / We wait... / We wait until Chelsea heals the wench or poor little blondie dies, one or the other. |
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BP's 120 over 80, pulse is 87. The patient is now breathing on her own, but is unconscious. / Cynthia asked me what was for dinner and then collapsed. / I gave her mouth to mouth when I realized she was not breathing... / Is she epileptic? Asthmatic? Diabetic? Does she have a history of fainting? / No... no... nothing like has ever happened before. |
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We're transporting her to New Hanover medical. If you want to ride along jump in! / On my way! / Mamma? There's been... something's happened to Cynthia... / What's happened to my baby girl!? / Chelsea, Chelsea, it's all on your shoulder's now. |
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Let's go! She's slipping again! / Get her blouse off. We may have to do a trach! / Prepare a trach! / No! More O2! / I need a crit! / Pulse is 69! / BP's 100 over 60! / What insurance she got? / Get X-Ray down here stat. / Her lungs sound clear. / There's no obstruction in her trachea... so why can't she breath? / Cynthia. / Any ideas at all? / No. / But she's dying and we haven't a clue as to why. |
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Has you sister suffered from fatigue? Do you know if she has been near any chemicals? / No... no... she was fine until we returned home... / Ha ha ha... / Paul? Are you okay? / I-I'm fine. She - she was okay until she touched my meatloaf. |
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I heard the McRae girl has you stumped. / That's putting it mildly. / We've got her on O2, which helps, but she's still losing ground. / We've tested her for infection, for toxin, and for at least three dozen respiratory diseases and still we wind up with nothing. / However we better find something soon or... it won't matter. |
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How is she? / About the same. / She's running a fever. I thought this fan would cool her down a bit. / Would you plug this in for me please? / ELECTRICITY! That's it! / I have to find Grandma now!! |
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Agnes, I just know there is something going on with Cynthia. Something ain't right. / Oh, I know there is. My ears have been burning something awful lately. That means somebody's been casting spells they shouldn't. / 'course that also happens every time the McDonald sister get into a spell spat. / Grandma! Grandma! I know what's wrong with Cynthia!! |
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Grandma. I know what's wrong with Cynthia. It was right before she collapsed... / I smelled no,... I SENSED something electrical. / Energy. A spell, a very powerful spell. / That's what I thought. / Let's get to work. |
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It's been two days. / I know! I know! / Any word from home? / WAR is inevitable. / That's just bloody peachy, isn't it. |
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I'm tired of it Mel! I'm tired of sitting in this motel and waiting! / Our friends may be dying because you have some damned hate-on for your family! I'm not into that! I don't care what they did to you! / They killed me!! / We'll need white and blue candles. / I'll get the Myrrh! / We'll also need some nettle, spearmint and rosemary. / You'll need to go meditate for this. It will require a powerful spell. / That's where I'm going. / Grandma, Cynthia is my sister. What if I can't save her? / The oxygen, that has been helping your daughter breathe, isn't any longer. / We will have to put her on a respirator. / What does this mean? / I'm afraid it means that she may never recover. |
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Jeez Mel! Whatcha have to morph like that for? / Oh, grow up! / By the way, w-what did you mean that your family killed you. Ya look pretty alive to me. / Our Mel ran away from home at the tender age of fifteen. Couldn't stand dear ol' step dad, you see. / A year later she came to my home town of San Francisco... / ... and threw herself off the Golden Gate bridge. |
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Yes Jeremy, the icy March waters of the San Francisco bay became Mel's baptismal. / On that fateful windy day, Corrine M. Chattan died, and... / ... Melpomene was born. / You should have been a Thespian, Jacob. / Then I could boo you off the bloody stage. |
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I don't understand it, Grandma. Who would cast such a terrible spell on Cynthia? / I don't understand it either, kitten. I don't know of any witch who would do such a thing to that poor girl. / No one I know has ever harbored any ill will toward Cynthia, except for... / Corrine!? / Corrine!? |
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Corrine has been dead for over ten years. She jumped off the Golden Gate bridge. / But no one ever found a body. / What if she was like me? What if she had the same abilities? / Mercy, child... you could be right. |
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The more I think about it, the more I believe it is Corrine. She is alive and she is responsible for the spell on Cynthia. / But why? And why did she come back now? Why did she enter my dreams? / Right now this second, those questions will have to wait. Right now we have to get over to the hospital and heal that girl! / Then let's go. |
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How is she doing? / The doctor has her on a respirator, but she's still slipping. / I know it's hard to understand the ways of the Lord, but we must accept His as the final decision. / Don't go deciding nothing yet, Reverend, the cavalry has arrived. |
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You want to what?! / No! I forbid it. There will be no Satan witchcraft, mumbo-jumbo crap here! How dare you, especially in front of the Minister! / Please, Ruth, I hope you understand how inappropriate this is. / I understand that if you IDIOTS don't let my Chelsea work her spell, that girl over there is going to die! / Chelsea, please, I know that you mean well, but this will accomplish nothing. / Paul, I can save her. Please let me try. / How? How can YOU save Cynthia? The doctors don't have a clue to what's wrong with her. We've prayed night and day for a miracle. How can YOU help? / Because... I, uh, I... I'm a real witch. / What did you say? / I said that I'm a witch, a REAL WITCH! And I can save my sister! / Someone has cast a spell on Cynthia and I'm this only one who can help her. Now you just have to let me try. |
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Uh, by stating that you are a REAL witch, what exactly do you mean? / It means she's crazy! / It means what it means. / And now that you've pushed me out of the BROOM CLOSET, please let me get to work! |
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I'm sorry, Ruth, Chelsea, but I think that it would be best that you leave. / This have been... it's been hard on all of us. Come back later... without your... things. / I'm not leaving until my sister is able to walk out that door with me! |
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HOLD IT! Hold it. Okay, Chelsea, you can perform your spell. / What? / You don't believe... / Of course not, but this will give them closure. / Ben, it's very likely that... Cynthia won't make it. We don't need to be on opposite sides when that time comes. / You do have a point there. |
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We, um, we need to give her this potion first, so... we need to take her off the respirator. / WHAT? There is no way you are going to remove my wife from that machine! / Paul, you have to trust me. / STOP IT!! This is my daughter lying here and I will not lose another! We will do exactly what Chelsea needs us to do! Is that clear! / Now, let's lock the door. |
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Diane! If we remove Cynthia from the respirator... / I know, I... know. / But she's going to die anyway, Ben. I know it sounds crazy. / I used to be a nurse, so I will... do it. / Chelsea, I am putting my faith into you. / I just hope that you have that much faith in yourself. |
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Code Blue!! Room 323 just flat lined!! / And her whole family was in there. / Go! Go! / The door's jammed! I can't get in! |
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I've taken her off the respirator and I've also taken out the feeding tube and such. Otherwise she might choke when she comes to. / True, that girl would gag on an Aspirin. / Besides, we need this potion to go straight into her from the bottle. / Could you PERHAPS hurry it up and do what you're going to do! / Open this door!! / Oh Mother, oh Father, protect this circle. / Let the wind blow, let this darkness flee, bring back the light, and set life into thee. / Nothing's happening!! / That's it! I'm opening the door!! / No!! / I can do this! / Let the wind blow, let this darkness flee / Bring back the light, and set life into thee. / Gasp! |
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What's going on here!! / Sunshine, on my shoulder makes me happy! / She's out of the coma and breathing fine on her own! / Oooh! What pretty, pretty candles. / Her brain just needs to catch up a bit. |
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