S1 E1 "Pilot" (RP)

"Know-it-all," Tereza grumbles. "Just give me something!" She reaches around blindly, with little success. "What spell did you cast? Did it help?"

Jemma pulls the trigger. A cloud of iron shavings and a few nails meet the fay magic

"It's a healing spell, but I'm just about out of the fight!" Sarah replies, feeling exhaustion starting to overtake her. "It does seem to have done the trick, though."

"I would not mind healing spell!" Tereza whines. She's furiously rubbing her teary and swollen eyes with her sleeves, trying to clear them out. "But if you can muster one more, I think it would be better used on that guy. I thought we could cure him, so I just tied him up instead of hurting him. And if it worked on the dog, it should..." She is interrupted by the sound of a gunshot from outside. "What was that?" she asks, turning her mostly blind eyes towards the door. "Oh shit, Jemma is out there!"

We get a look over Caroline's shoulder as she searches the location on her phone (Success).

Her scrolling and tapping uncovers a great deal of information:
- In the 1950s, the thick forest here had been torn down and rows of Cape Cod homes built for middle class consumption.
- Then in the 1970s two acres of the land was bought by Campbell and Neil Holdings LLC., when most of the houses were torn down.- The location on which O'Connell Farm once stood is clearly the building at the north end of the lot, where a closed and abandoned bookstore now stands--a book store that interestingly enough was once owned by Anita Neil.

He watches Caroline with eagerness clear on his face. "So this device; it is a type of spell book, or scroll?" He moves closer to her, watching in fascination.







From the street, the sound of tires squealing disturbs the winter day as a Salem Police Department squad car slams to a stop.

Sarah Sweeney jumps from the drivers seat. Her eyes widen as she registers the mossy man attempting to look over Caroline's shoulder.

"Caroline," she shouts as her hand whips to the gun at her hip. Where given a wide framing as Sweeney shouts, "move clear!"

The scene in the Historical Society has a moment of calm as Tereza and Sarah banter about milk and healing.

Hadley moves over to the prone Patrick, pulls out a pair of cuffs and applies them to the mossy man's wrists as he undoes Tereza's tie-job. "Hunh, never thought extension chord could have a use outside of the living room," he says. "But good thinking."

Cass

Cass whines and lays down next to Patrick.

Hadley looks back and forth from Sarah to Tereza. "So, what do I do with this guy? Just hold him for n--" the gunshot Tereza calls out cuts him off.

"Shit," he shouts, echoing Tereza.

At that moment, Hadley's radio squawks to life. "Hadley, private dispatch. Sweeney reporting unsub at corner of 4th and Hedgerow Drive. Caroline Shaw present. Sweeney's exiting vehicle to confront; may need backup.

"Over."

Tereza would probably make a joking comment regarding her earlier thoughts about handcuffs and bedrooms, which were after all comically similar to Hadley's comment on extension cords, but her mind is too preoccupied by the pain in her eyes, the sound of the gunshot and then, even worse, the message over Hadley's radio. "Sweeney's in trouble?" Tereza asks, clear worry in her usually so playful voice. "We need to help her!" Then she pauses to think. "But we also need to help Jemma. But Caroline and Sweeney..." She blinks rapidly before she eventually manages to force her eyes open through the pain, now barely able to see again despite the swelling. "What do we do?"

"I think that I may have one more in me, but I'll save it for whoever out there needs it!" Sarah shouts, running to the door.

Outside, in the cold we see smoke trail from the barrel of Jemma's gun. A gust of wind catches it and clears it away.

Pull back to Mabel, laying on her back on the slushy concrete. The book she was carrying flung not too far away.

Her face is a mask of anger and pain. The front of her shirt is torn, and both the fabric and her wound sparkle with iron shavings and nails. The fey cloud leaving her mouth was extinguished in the blast.

The camera focuses in on the wound as it begins to his and smoke. Mabel moans and shakes her strength leaving her limbs...

...we see the front of the Historical Society fling open as Sarah flies out into the winter day. The tableau of Jenna and Mabel is clearly visible to her, and the mental math on what happened is easy.






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Jump to the interior of the building where Hadley kneels on Patrick's back and looks up at Tereza.

"Go," he says to her. "I'll hold this guy. I'm seein' I'm not much help here...

"Check on your friend an' I'll get a call out to Sweeney--tell her 'backup' will be on the way." He gives a tired smile.

' I guess in a way. A book that can acess a large hoard of information. Including actual books.' Caroline speaks as she reads eyes widening at the mention of the bookshop.

Was there something about the location. Was it near the ley lines? It could be coincidence surely. With the thought comes the concer there was about the location than Braddock just wanting to go home.

Before she can probe further the squeal of tires and Sweenys yells cause her to stat and whirl around.

Relief and fear fight inside her at the sight of Sweeney. Backup, but at the same time could Sweeney really fight a mage with just a gun. I'm ages of Tara wrapped in vines run through her mind as she takes same steps back and raises her hand s

'Everything's okay Chief.' Had Tara called her, filed her in. Was everyone else on the way? If so she needed to delay, and stop the Chief doing anything rash. If they weren't... She wasn't sure if there was a way to convey to Sweeney what she was doing. Oh how she needed a telepathy spell.

Police knew hands signs right? Except what was the hand sign for 'I' m trying to lull him into a false sense of security so I can get info, please don't shoot he might kill you. ' She settles for trying to make a face and mouthing' Everything's fine' before continue to speak moving to step between Braddock and the Chief.

'I was just helping Mr Braddock here his way around town, and home. There is no need for concern. Her face however, despitee best efforts, showed the exact opposite.

Her right arm is tense, ready to start fighting back at Braddock if either side made a move.

Tereza looks at Hadley with a crooked smile, still blinking rapidly as her tears are working to clear the burning pepper spray from her red, bloodshot eyes. "I do not think I am much more help than you are," she admits. "My specialties lie elsewhere." She glances towards the door, then back to Hadley. "If you're going to go and help Sweeney, I'm coming with you," she states firmly, not allowing any disagreement - not that Hadley would need her permission to refuse. Unless he gives indication that he is going to leave to meet the Chief now, she then picks up the half-empty can of pepper spray and hesitantly follows Sarah towards the front door and outside.

We get a beat of Sweeney narrowing her eyes at Caroline.

Understanding of the situation registers across Sweeney's face. She opens stance a bit--less threatening--and moves her hand away from the butt of her gun.

"Yeah, sure. O.K., that makes sense," she says to Caroline. "Hey, maybe I can help." She takes one, snow crunching, step forward.

We see Braddock watch the exchange between Caroline and Sweeney with suspicion on his face. "This is the--law?--of this time? One of the Governor's colonial lackeys I presume?"

He turns fully to Caroline, impatience in his voice."Where. Is. My home apprentice? We waste time standing her tal--"

--he cuts off as he's mentally shook by the blast is plant puppet has sustained from Jenna's shotgun across town.

"Colonial...?" Sweeney asks herself.

Her shoulder mounted radio squawks to life with a buzz: "Chief; Hadley says shots fired at Historical Society. Involves the 'coven'. I'm gonna dispatch ambulance. Hadley says backup on the way to you; stand by. Over."

The ancient witch's face contorts into a rage, as he points at Sweeney--"Deceiver," he shouts. "Has the king heard of my awakening, and trembling from his throne sent this pathetic constable after me?! Apprentice: destroy her! Send a message of power to his majesty!"

Sweeney's eyes go wide as her hand shoots for her belt again... "Shit..."

Jemma is stunned. She has never shot someone before, but then again this fey creature was about to attack her and it did attack the Historical Society. Jemma acted at the right time, she can be the protector as the old coven was. She feels a bit of her resolve returning as Mable dissolves. Jemma slowly bends down and picks up the book that Mable dropped.

Following a dangerous witch and act as an apprentice to save a coven member and maybe learn information? That was fine.

Allow a mindlink that might endanger her but also may let her gain magical knowledge? Possibly worth the risk.

Hurt a friend to maintain the facade? Not a chance.

The brief relief Caroline felt at hearing the radio that backup was coming drops along with her stomach as she hears Braddock's order.

'She's not the agent of a governor or the king. Times have changed. America no longer has. Oh fuck this. Spring forth!

There is a sound of tearing as she spins and lashes out her right arm. Thorned vines surge out from under her sleeve towards Braddock, ripping at the sleeves of her shirt and jacket.

He'd seemed disrupted by something. If she acted now, caught him off guard she had a chance.

'Chief back off, get the others!'

The camera follows Jemma as she walks over to the leather bound book and picks it up.

A Post-It note bookmarks a section in the back of the book. As Jemma lifts it from the snow, the wind blows the volume open to sectioned of page.

The double page shows 4th Street Books--noted as a local business built atop historic farm land.
From around the corner, a small fey being scurries toward the Historic Society, looking left and right with magic enhanced eyes.

Alabaster sees Jemma and starts running toward her.

The camera jumps to the snowy, empty lot where Caroline throws her spell at Braddock.

Sweeny's mouth falls open at the sight of the vines springing forth and crashing into Braddock.

She turns around, jumps, and slides across the hood of her cruiser. She lands in a crouch against the passenger tire.

Thwap BOOM
We hear, more than see, the vines smash into Braddock, sending him flying onto his back. He slides on the snow, rolling back to his feet, but clearly Shaken.

"You inSOLENT--""I was going to give you POWER!"And in a flash of mist, like those springing from a waterfall emptying into a shallow pool, Braddock vanishes.

"I was going to show you the TRUE nature of the Fey!"

"Caroline," Sweeney calls in concern.

Chief, I said get the others. It's dangerous for you, I've got this. She speaks firmly as she starts to trace symbols in the air, face scrunched in concentration as she tries to think how to alter the spell to her needs.

While she hoped Braddock had teleported she doubted she had scared him off sos she needed to find him before he could strike.

His words run through her mind, but her resolves hold strong. She wasn't about to let go of her morales for power. Well not regarding killing friends at least.