- You don't have to. - Thank you.
Gary, you know my part of the pitch, right?
Okay, okay, maybe I can do this alone.
No, look at this guy.
He's got confidence. He's got charisma.
- He's got-- - Crap.
I got my arm stuck in the poster tube.
听着 艾娃 我了解我爸
Listen, Ava, I know my dad, okay?
You're not gonna want to go in there without backup.
好 盖瑞 你来吧
Fine, Gary, you're in.
All right, Director Sharpe.
Let's give 'em the old ham and eggs.
The godmother was telling the truth.
We can't send her to hell
without sending Prudence down with her.
Bloody fairy godmothers--
they're like parasites who feed off their hosts.
Their magic--it only works at the whim of their charge.
The girl will have to reject the godmother.
Who's going to give up that kind of power,
especially in her situation?
We just have to give her what she wants.
If we save her mom, she won't need the godmother.
Z, we can't.
I checked the historical record.
Jane Hawthorne was executed as a witch.
That was canon before the fairy godmother
affected the timeline.
We can't change that.
So we're just gonna let them do it?
Sara, this is exactly what it's like where I'm from--
the tribalism, scapegoating,
persecuting someone just because they're different,
while other people just stand by and do nothing.
I don't want it to go down like this either, Z.
I'm sorry, but we don't have a choice.
Look, I promised her that I would help her.
Well, you made a promise that we can't keep.
The priority here is separating Prudence from her godmother.
That's how we're gonna save more lives.
So, in the meantime,
we just let her think we're saving her mom?
I'm here to save you, Jane.
- Who art thee? - We need to go now.
Look, I get that you're scared,
but I can protect you.
You need to trust me.
I believe you mean well...
but I cannot go.
These people are insane.
They're gonna kill you no matter what.
They are afraid,
and fear brings out the worst in all of us.
Therefore, I must forgive them...
for they know not what they do.
Well, at least one of you Puritans
gets the point of that book.
If I disappear now,
others will pay for my cowardice,
and I will not allow innocents to suffer.
What about your daughter's suffering, her powers?
Think about how your actions are going to affect her.
She is the only one of whom I think.
I made her swear to me
that she would never use her power henceforth.
As long as she heeds my command,
my Prudence will live.
But what kind of life is it gonna be...
where you died and she couldn't protect you?
That guilt is gonna follow her her whole life.
She'll end up mad at herself and mad at the world.
Please, we have to go.
My daughter is strong.
In time, with God's love,
she will let go of these burdens.
Jane, don't do this, please.
Thou must go with haste.
You shall not flee your punishment, witch.
Your trial awaits.
It's useless, piece of--
I know you're there, you old bat.
Why don't you show yourself, eh?
We'll have ourselves a little chat.
A simple please and thank-you would do, my pet.
Although it has been quite amusing
watching you prattle on.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all right, Granny.
You've had your fun,
and now it's time to let go of dear Prudence
and be on your merry way.
All I want is to make the world a happier place.
You got her mother thrown in the bloody clink.
And what about that bloke who had his eyes
pecked out of his skull, eh?
That man was a liar.
They are all liars,
and simple-minded pests like that must be taught a lesson.
Intriguing choice of words.
Before Prudence, all the girls I helped
were just take, take, take.
"I want a new dress, Godmother."
"I want to go to the ball, Godmother."
So I gave, and I gave,
no matter how absurd the request.
I mean, who would ever choose to wear glass slippers?
Imagine the blisters!
And what did I get in return?
A thousand years locked away
in a dank and miserable dimension.
So it was humans who put you away, eh?
Well, it serves you right, you bitter old nag.
You don't want Prudence happy.
You want her raging.
That's how you settle the score,
by using a child's anger to rain down hellfire
on those poor bastards out there.
Hellfire, you say?
Not a bad idea.
Ta-ta, my pet.
My Prudence will be needing me soon.
And what situations require our continued funding,
Sir, do you remember
when dinosaurs took over downtown Los Angeles?