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(crashing thunder)

- Ear of rabbits, scale of snake,

in the cauldron boil and bake.

- Toenails from the grave we've plucked,

all the innards of a duck.

- Wart of frog and spot of leopard,

devil's soup, we shall shepherd.

(dramatic music)

- Okay, hold on a second.

Tamsin your tone is a little blase.

- Yeah, if you could muster up a little gusto,

we'd really appreciate it.

- Fine, gusto.

Whatever.

Let's do some magic.

(lively music)

- Pearl of necklace from a widow,

broken branch of weeping willows.

- Spiders' legs and scalp of deer,

drink this batch your end is near.

- Eye of newt and tongue of cat,

hair of goat and wing of,

falcon.

- Falcon, really?

- It rhymes with cat.

- Cat, I have no idea.

- It's a bat.

Tamsin, what gives?

- Nothing.

I forgot, it's just a lot to memorize.

- Tamsin I don't feel like you're not present.

Like you're here, but you're not here.

I thought you liked doing spells?

- I do, well I did.

It's just that my politics have changed a bit.

- Oh, oh, well.

- Excuse us for trying to poison, castrate

and hex somebody on a Saturday night.

- You know what?

I feel like I'm kind of over it.

You know I didn't want to say anything,

but I sort of met someone.

He's really cute and you actually know him.

I'm kind of sort of dating Giles Corey.

- The puritan?

Are you shitting me?

- We're in the romance phase of our relationship

and I really want to spend more time with him.

- Wow, I mean really wow.

- Way to drop a cannonball.

- You know, Lilura would never do something like this.

- Oh she's right, I wouldn't.

- Yeah, 'cause Lilura could never get a date.

- What the?

- And what do you care, Hecate?

I know you're always talking about me behind my back.

"Oh,

"Tamsin didn't get the lizard's leg,

"that's really gonna fuck up the spell now!"

- Well it did fuck up the spell.

You're always fucking this up.

- I can hear you clear across the

forest with that shrieking voice of yours.

You sound like a Macaw.

- Can we just finish this so I don't have to

throw away all this crap?

It's not like I can just pick things up at a trading post.

- Yeah, can you manage that, Tamsin?

Or has your pea of a brain forgot the most basic spell?

Cursing a townsperson who has a

great deal of trouble minding their own business

and will suffer the repercussions by being blinded in

the right eye, deaf in the left ear

and made to walk with a subtle,

but uncomfortable stagger.

(dramatic music)

- You know what?

I'm getting out of here.

Giles and I have a date.

We're going to see a loot player.

- To the Earth, this bit is bound.

Fettered legs unto the ground.

- What're you doing?

- Root of Quercus grow round this witch

stifle with branches, the little.

- Are you turning me into a freaking oak tree?

- Oh look who remembers her spells?

- Conjoin the pair unto the hip,

one body for two, you are equipped.

(dramatic music)

- A Siamese twin spell?

- This some sick shit, Tamsin.

- Well if you want a pompous dictator,

I wouldn't have to be doing this.

(dramatic music)

- Well at least I can read.

- I know how to read, I just can't write.

(dramatic music)

- All right, things are getting a little out of.

(dramatic music)

Hair.

That's it.

(dramatic music)

- Ow!

(laughs)

- Where are you?

- Mother.

(dramatic music)

Don't touch the hair.

(dramatic music)

(Tamsin laughs)

(dramatic music)

(dog pants)

- Oh, you two are the worst.

- Way to go, Tamsin.

I hope you're happy with yourself.

- Oh, stick a broom in it, Hecate.

(lively music)

(laughs)

- Oh let's go action!

(lively music)

- [Hecate] Falcon?

Really?

- Mhm.

- [Hecate] Think it through.

(laughs)

- And what do you care.

(laughs)

- [Producer] Let's go back.

(lively music)

- Pew!

Pew!

(laughs)

(lively music)

- Cursing a townsperson who has a big, oh.

(laughs)

Cursing a townsperson who has made a big deal

of my, oh fuck me, sorry.

Cursing a townsperson who's made a great deal

of my, fuck!

(intense music)

- All right, all right!

Keep going, oh.

(lively music)

- And who wanna fuck up the spell now?

I hear, I hear you, I hear everything you're saying.

(both yelling over each other)

(dramatic music)