04x04 - Enid Nightshade, Superstar

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Indie?

You sent her back in time! How could
you, Miss Hardbroom?

I believe...

I believe you will make
a wonderful parent.

This is Azura...

..and I'm Indigo.

Indigo Moon.

Izzy Jones, you CAN do this.

You. Can. Fly!

Eenie! Where are you?

I'm going to make your day!

Have you lot got anything zap-worthy
planned for the Spell And Tell?

The Coven's short on ideas.

Hm...yes, actually.

Something amazing.

You're...going to love it.

I'm listening!

It's a surprise.

So, spell and no tell?

Let me zap that.

Oh, wait.

I unfriended you and so did everyone
else.

You're so funny, Fenella.

What did you tell her that for?!

We've got nothing.

Sorry.

Too busy.

Doing what exactly?

Pulling out all the stops for the
Spell And Tell.

Clarice, how did you know about
Fenella's...?

Because I think ahead, Sybil.

Someone around here needs to solve
the Coven situation.

So, what have you got?

I work better alone.

I just think we could talk
further...

She'll be over the moon!
It's always been Eenie's dream.

Mum! What are you doing here?!

You're going to be joining us
on tour.

We're finally going to be
The Deadly Nightshades And Family.

Well?

Aren't you going to thank me?

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

And don't worry, Miss Cackle.

I will teach her everything
she needs to know...

..on the road.

Spells to learn for the show.

Enid needs to think very carefully.

I cannot guarantee there will
still be a place here...

..if she were to change her mind.
Well, she won't. Will you, Eenie?

It's what I've always wanted!

School uniforms should be banned...

..cos they're really expensive.

Yes, OK, so when you make a good
argument

the ball will travel over
to your opponent.

They'll argue back, "Worth every
penny if it creates

"equality amongst witches."

Then you say...

Absolutely! I'm all for equality!

No, I mean, I'm not.
I'm the opposite?

Erm...

I, er...

I give up.

Didn't actually think you were going
to...

Three strikes and you're out.

Of course, it'll be worse than
feathers in the actual debate.

Much worse.

What do you mean, "worse"?

Maud?

Maud?! Er...

..just going to get some snacks.

Has anybody ever made themselves
into a mermaid?

What's the tastiest potion?

Who's the funniest teacher?

Erm...

..what was the first question?
Can't remember now.

Thanks for the turret tour, roomie.

I'm learning so much from you.
When do we start flying?

Er, I'm not sure I'm...

Azura Moon!

Your tie is askew, your boots are
filthy

and your sash is far too loose.

Ooh! Miss Hardbroom!

No wonder you don't smile much!

You are just like your...

Like a former pupil of mine.

She did not know how to follow rules
either.

And so that you'll remember,
you will write out times,

in perfect handwriting,

"Rules are rules for a reason."

Sorry, Miss Hardbroom.

It was meant to be a joke.

You don't think you're being a
little harsh?

The girl is obviously possessed

of a rebellious spirit, like her
mother before her.

Or a brilliant witch who is eager to
learn,

like her mother before her.

Don't regret your mistakes, Hecate.

Learn from them.

Not everyone gets a second chance.

I've got the most epic news!

Ethel's fallen down
a Vanishment Hole?

I'm joining my folks on tour!

My name will be up in lights!

My cat's name will be up in lights!

You mean, you're leaving? Yeah!

No more boring school.

That's the most stupid thing I've
ever heard.

Maud! It's just a silly stage show.
It's not even proper witching.

That's my dream you're talking
about.

And you're throwing everything away
for it.

I bet Mildred will be happy for me.

Millie's trying to focus on her
Head Girl Challenge.

Don't you dare make it harder for
her with this!

But I can help! You? How?

It's only boring school.

Finished.

Now, all I need's a broomstick for
my grand entrance.

CAT MEOWS

I think they're tights.

Tights?

Whoop-dee-doo!

Be rude not to, right?

Go on, Bea.

I thought Clarice was clever?

Maybe they're meant to be
terrifically toasty?

Or brilliantly bouncy?

The Express Yourself badge.

One of the highlights of
the Head Girl race.

This year, the topic for debate will
be...

.."Is magic what makes us special?"

A broom-spin will decide who will
argue for and against the motion.

I choose "for", Miss Cackle.

Result!

Thank you, girls.

I look forward to a fast, furious
and messy debate.

Messy?

Arguing that magic ISN'T what makes
us special

to a room full of witches?

Good luck with THAT one,
Mildred Hubble.

It's fine, we just need to prepare
thoroughly

and build your case.

Before tomorrow? Maybe Enid's got
some good ideas.

Enid's busy. It's just us.

RUSHING AIR

Whoa!

Hang on a sec!

Magic isn't that special.

There are special people who aren't
magic.

Be more specific.

My mum, for example.

She always said I was special
because I can cross my eyes

and wiggle my ears at the same time.

I know a spell that could really
help... No spells.

It's from The Family Show.

Maybe Millie's argument needs
an injection of fun?

We ARE having fun!

And we don't need that kind of help.

DOOR SLAMS

Are you two OK?

Ugh!

Ow...

Ouch!

Careful!

TEARING

RUSHING AIR

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!

What have you done?!

My prototype's ruined!

Excuse me...

LOUD RUSH OF AIR

Pardon me...

This was your showstopper?

When used correctly,

my prototypes offer enhanced
broomsticks ability,

for the nervous traveller. Wow!

OK.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

We could stay?

Help fix things?

A valve or something
would really...

When I want your advice,
I'll ask for it.

Feathers from an ancient owl,

whiskers from a wizard's jar,

when she opens next her eyes...

..let my friend be smart and wise.

Come and get it while it's crispy.

I was going to bring your porridge
up so we could make an early start.

I'm most gratitudinous,
oh, benevolent acquaintance.

What did I just give utterance to?!
I mean, articulate? What?!

Brilliant! I've not clue what
she's talking about!

It's superlatively stupendous!

What have you done?!

I've had bestowed upon me a spell of
precocious efficiency.

Right.

A new and improved smart spell.
Designed by my mum, no less.

You know, Maud. Proper witching?

Why would you do that?!

If anyone were to find out, she'd be
sunk!

Farewell! Au revoir!
Keep a lid on it, Einstein!

Adieu! Auf wiedersehen!

But no-one's going to find out!

My neurons are f*ring at a furious
and hitherto unknown velocity!

You're thinking fast. We get it.

Didn't you learn anything from that
Gertrude the Great nightmare?

Millie can't go onstage
super smart.

It'd be obvious she cheated.
I know that!

But she can... Secure superiority
with my rationalised reasoning?

What she said.

I'll reverse the spell at break time

once Millie's done with all her
prep.

The debate is straight after.
Too much could go wrong.

I concur with Maud.

Fine.

I'll get the reversal potion.

Meet you at games.

Right! Ready for Spell And Tell?

Mabel! Why don't we start with you?

THE MACHINE BUBBLES

RUSHING AIR

LOUD SQUEAKING

Wait...whoa!

Guys...

..help!

I wanted to shake things
up with my...

No!

What is that?

Somebody!

SHE YELLS

The prototypes! Come on! Girls!

Where are you going?!

SHE KEEPS YELLING

SHE SCREAMS

What in the witching world...?!

What's going on?!

HELP!

A little accident-prone, I see.

Get me down!

I've got this.

WHOA! Clarice! Slow down!

Girls!

OK, go.

Oh! OW!

We've got to ground it somehow.

Agh!

Oh!

AIR RUSHES OUT

Well, don't just sit there stewing!
Hop out!

Sorry about the lunch, Miss T.

Oh, it all adds to the flavour.

Lucky it wasn't boiling or she'd
be in really hot water.

Clarice! What have you done to her?

Oh, there's gratitude for you!

You always think the worst of me!

Not always. I learned the hard way.

I know what do you think, Dimity...

..but I didn't do it.

I'm always disappointed when
a liar's pants

don't actually catch on fire.

Come on, Clarice.
Let's get you cleaned up.

This facts prove indisputably
that we are special

regardless of magical faculty.

You need to stop talking.

I've got the reversal potion.
The only one my mum left, by

the way. It's a waste.
ETHEL CLEARS HER THROAT

Writing quickly, Mildred Hubble?

Almost too quickly.

It's interesting because that's one
of the benefits of a smart spell...

..as is enhanced vocabulary.

Uh-huh.

You wouldn't know anything about
that? She wouldn't.

I'd like to hear it from her.
Yes or no?

N-Negative.

Under n-n-no circumstances.

Absolutely, indubitably, decidedly,
emphatically, patently,

manifestly not.

I'm so pleased to hear it.

Excessively proximate!

Ethel knows something's going on.
Reverse the spell, quick!

ETHEL: Did you get it?

Now Miss Smarty-pants will have to
go into the debate like that.

Uh, it was here a minute ago! Enid!

She'll be disqualified as soon as
she opens her mouth...

..or keeps her mouth shut and loses.

Either way...my badge.

Give it back right now, or...

Speed skipping! Grab a rope
and a potion, everyone!

Well, that certainly was an...

..inventive invention, Clarice.

A shovel would have been more
ground-breaking.

Why don't we take a look together
at break time,

see what improvements we can make?

It's definitely flying next lesson,
isn't it? Any handy hints?

Hold on tight, everything will
be spinning,

and your hands will be sweating,

but DON'T look down.

Whatever you do,
don't...look...down.

Izzy?

I just... I can't get
back on a broomstick...ever.

It's too terrifying.

Why didn't you say something?
I bet I could help.

I really doubt it.

Why are you two not in class,
and fiendishly filthy to boot?

We were just...

I am not interested in excuses.

Now...

..get cleaned up

and go back to wherever it is
you are supposed to be.

WHISPERING: Must I repeat myself?

No, Miss Hardbroom. It's just...

..this is where we're supposed
to be.

We're taking stone rubbings for
witchery class.

WHISPERING: Come on.

BELL RINGS

WHISTLE BLOWS

That's it, everyone inside!

Enid, collect the speed potions,

and good luck in the big
debate, girls.

Thank you, Miss Hempnettle.
Some of us will need it.

We have to get it off her.
Incontrovertibly.

She knows if Mildred starts
the debate like this,

she'll be found out.

Ethel will win.

What's she doing? No!

Consternation!

Now what are you going to do?
You're onstage in five minutes!

You had to make this all about you,
didn't you? About me?

This is all cos you couldn't be
happy for me. Happy?

I didn't even think you wanted to be
in that show.

Rubbish, it's my dream.

It's your mum's dream, not yours!

Uh, what precisely is transpiring?

Come on, we need you onstage.

Being a Deadly Nightshade,
that's what makes me special.

What else have I got?

Come on, we can do this together.

Ta-da! What do you think, Clarice?

I've been completely daft.

These valves will be invaluable,
stopping escalation

and over-inflation. Ah.

I really thought I'd thought
of everything.

Well, everyone needs a bit of help
and support from time to time.

I wish these were around
when I was learning to fly.

BELL RINGS
Oh, right then,

you better take your seats
for the Great Debate.

I'll just leave these to dry.

Cutting it fine, as usual.
Places, please!

Enid is truly departing?

I can barely give it credence.

I know, I can't believe it either.

I didn't mean you to find out now.

Just try and focus on the debate,

and try really hard not to sound
like you've swallowed a thesaurus.

I'll endeavour.

Strive.

Try. I said places!

PANTING

SHE GROANS

SHE GASPS

THEY CHEER

Flying is fantastic!

BELL RINGS
Silence!

The Great Debate will now begin.

Is magic what makes us special?

Standard rules apply.
Three strikes and you are out.

Ethel Hallow to serve.

BUBBLING

What is the nature of that artefact?

You mean what is...

..it?

Surely that is self-explanatory.

The ball is made of week-old
scrapings from the porridge

cauldron, mixed with
the contents of the potions bin.

Admirably splendid.

Ethel Hallow to serve.

BELL RINGS

My fellow witches,

special is defined as greater,

better and different from the usual.

What could fit that
description more than magic?

BUBBLING

I'm sure my opponent will have
a simple answer.

Um...

Fundamentally...

Um, primarily...

Predominantly...

BELL RINGS

Mildred Hubble,
two strikes remaining.

Serve.
BELL RINGS

Miss Drill, could you take
over for a moment, please?

We didn't just fly. We swooped,
we sailed, we soared!

You're going to tell us off,
aren't you?

First year witches should NOT
be crashing through

the clouds in stolen hosiery!

You did well to overcome your fears,
Isabella Jones.

Azura Moon, you were a good friend.
You may go.

Thanks, Miss Hardbroom.

You know, the girls say you're
a mean old goat,

but I don't see it.

Mildred, we can't wait
any longer. Serve.

BELL RINGS

Um...

Enchantment does not make us...

..superlative, because...

Um...

The ball prefers plain speaking.

Bye-bye, Mildred Hubble.

I can't look.

Um...

Conjuring does not make
us momentous.

I-I mean... Uh, sorcery does not
make us noteworthy.

I mean... I mean...

GIGGLING

To relieve a witch of all
her smarts,

jasmine mix and Cupid's dart.

Mildred Hubble, one strike left.

Ethel, serve.
BELL RINGS

BUBBLING

Magic is passed down from witch
to witch,

from generation to generation.

It is a special, unique birthright.

Magic...

Magic does not make us
special...because...

Uh...

Because my mum always told me
that I was special

because I could cross my eyes
and wiggle my ears at the same time!

What?

What?

What?!

GIGGLING
Yes, Mildred!

BELL RINGS

Ethel Hallow, two strikes remaining.

I did it, I did it!

What happened to the spell?

They must have reversed it somehow.

I knew that broomstick was
a ridiculous idea! It was your idea.

I have a debate to win, Felicity.

And if she doesn't do
the decent thing

and get herself
disqualified, then...

..I'll just have to b*at her.

Mildred, serve.
BELL RINGS

Why are these in Latin?
I don't even know Latin!

Um...

What makes us special?

Not magic.

Our own unique talent,
and imagination and experience,

our dreams.

Nonsense, any fool can have dreams.

Only witches can have magic.

If the only thing that made
us special was our magic, then,

well, you're no more special than
any of us here, are you, Ethel?

So what gives you the right
to be head girl?

GIGGLING

Ethel Hallow to serve.

One strike remaining.

The next ball is the decider.

Serve.
BELL RINGS

BOTH: Come on, Mil!

Magic is special
because it gives us immense power.

We're not special because we can
turn people into frogs.

We're special because...

Because each one of us
can change the world if we want to.

And we don't need magic for that.

You just need a dream of your own.

Sentimental hogwash.

I said sentimental hogwash!

You might know what it is and you
might not, you might find out

tomorrow or next week or next year,
it's OK, cos you'll find out.

The important thing is
you follow your own dream.

Because what makes us special
is that we're going somewhere

no-one else has ever been...

..and only you can decide where.

And you don't need magic to do it.

GIGGLING
Debate over!

APPLAUSE

The winner of
the Express Yourself badge...

..Mildred Hubble.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

That was brilliant.
You were brilliant, Mil,

without a smart spell!

Well, I had some inspiration
right before my eyes.

I'm sorry I said those things about
your show. Maybe you were right.

My mum said it's my dream so many
times, I started believing her.

So does that mean you might stay?
I don't know.

Maybe I'm not meant to be
a performing witch.

But I'm not much good at
anything else.

Like Millie said, you'll find out.

Well, this badge says
it must be true.

Sorry to interrupt, but I saw
you before on the sports field!

It was truly exceptional, Enid.

And I just want to say that
with the right training, you can

go all the way!

All the way where?

Well, to the Witch World Games!

MISS HEMPNETTLE LAUGHS EXCITEDLY

THEY LAUGH AND SQUEAL

The Nature Snail badge is awarded
to the girl who best demonstrates

an appreciation of nature.

I'll make something nice-looking
out of this tree. No, Ethel, don't!

Felicity thinks the wood you cut
down was special?

MUFFLED: It won't come off!

Oh! Um...

Oh!

Ethel, you're turning into a tree.