Warlock Page #3

20 years.

An object.

What kind of object?

Something small.

Something personal to you.

My bracelet.

Like that?

He took my charm bracelet.

Then you must reclaim it.

Only then can the

spell be countered.

Reclaim it?

This I spied earlier.

'Tis yours? The whole of it?

Just salt.

We'll take your coach.

We'll take a minute here.

Do you mean I gotta

get my bracelet back

to break the spell?

Back from that warlock...

the guy who finger-paints

with body fluids?

'Tis the one way.

This you must do.

There is no question of it.

You see this? Insulin.

It's the one thing I must do.

I hate it 'cause

I have to do it!

I'll just cut and

dye my hair again.

Hey, 40 ain't so bad.

I'll buy a little tennis skirt

and prance around town

like those b*tches

in their BMWs.

Sorry, Redferne,

but if you're nuts enough

to wanna find this guy,

you're on your own.

You realize not.

Realize?

What?

What the spell has done.

It's aged me 20 years.

Not aged.

Aging.

Are you saying that tomorrow

I'm gonna wake up... 60?

I say this.

Unless you find the warlock

and thereby your bracelet,

you shall die in

but half a week.

Die?

Of old age.

That didn't help.

Let's tarry not.

Hey, let's get things straight.

All I want is the bracelet.

I don't give a sailing

sh*t what he did to you.

Look...

Soon as I'm 20 again,

you are on your own,

got that, Bud?

Look, if you're hungry,

we'll just stop.

Ok, what are you doing?

Salting the leather.

No kidding.

How come?

Witches loathe salt.

Don't blame 'em.

Salt, sugar, sulfites.

All that sh*t will kill you.

Tell me...

Must we travel on just

one side of the roadway,

or is it whichever we choose?

Yeah. It's just one side.

Which side might that be?

The right side.

Let your attention

lie before you,

not beside you.

Check this.

Some guy from the 17th century

teaching me how to drive.

How quick they learn.

He's gotta go deep.

He's gotta go deep.

He needs 10 yards. It's fourth.

It's fourth and 10.

He's going!

He hikes the ball,

throws it.

Good!

Gets it again.

Gets it again. Makes a pass!

Throws it up.

When you pass,

you can't let those

little stick guys

get between you

and the receiver,

or else they'll keep

intercepting, ok?

Yeah! 6 points!

Now I kick off to you.

You can't punt on first down.

Nobody does that,

not even Tampa Bay.

Don't you watch football?

Whence comes it?

Huh?

The music.

Oh, there's a church over there.

And how is it you're not there?

Oh, I never go.

My dad hates all that stuff

about Jesus and the

12 apostrophes.

Aw! Intercepted.

Your turn.

How come you're not there?

Church?

Yeah. It's Sunday.

No witch can set foot

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