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[school bell ringing]

[librarian] When you get done with those,

don't forget to go all the way to the back

to the Out of Circulation section.

If they're out of circulation,

why do we have to recatalogue them into the computer.

I mean, nobody's looked at these books for 50 years.

That's not the answer I'd expect

from a member of the Library Club, Joseph.

"That's not what I'd expect

from a member of the Library Club."

[laughs]

What you looking at, Dawkins?

Not much.

Oh, you're very cool, Dawkins.

With Mrs. Stickley sitting over there.

Let's see how cool you are later.

You and those two losers you hang with.

[laughs]

[laughs]

I hate your guts, Brad Rollins.

"Minutes of the meeting of the Legerdemain Club.

October 16, 1966."

I don't believe this.

[door opening]

[siren wails]

Hey, isn't your dad gonna miss his keys?

He doesn't leave for work until 8:00.

They'll be back on his dresser drawer before he wakes up.

Joe, this is a morgue, with, like, dead people.

Yeah, I know.

Come on, guys.

Whoa, man.

Gross.

It's okay.

Man, I thought they were already gonna be disassembled for us.

There's no way I'm doing any sawing.

Me neither.

No, we shouldn't have to.

I know they keep parts around here somewhere.

Come on, guys. Let's get outta here.

This is just the kind of stuff

that got the Legerdemain Club banned in the first place.

[Pete] Hey, guys.

Is this what we're looking for?

Yeah.

Okay.

-[coughs] -[exclaims]

Ugh, sick.

[groans]

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Okay.

Thanks.

Easy.

Thanks.

Okay.

Okay. The, uh... The book says we have to say it all together.

[all] Hand of Glory, hand of power,

conjured in the witching hour,

send thy warden here this night.

Let his fingers be my light.

I'm outta here.

No, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

We gotta do this, you guys.

I'm tired of Brad Rollins

and his goon buddies pushing us around.

And Mr. Klein trying to flunk us outta school.

Come on.

Now, say it together, okay?

[all] Hand of Glory, hand of power,

conjured in the witching hour,

send thy warden here this night.

Let his fingers be my light.

[imitates buzzer] Okay. Time to go.

Hey.

No way.

[Artie] Let's go.

Come on, Joe. Let's get out of here, man!

NARRATOR: Since the beginning of time, mankind has existed between

the world of light and the world of darkness.

Our secret society has been here forever,

protecting others from the creatures

who inhabit the shadows in the night,

known only to the initiated by our true name,

The Legacy.

[Derek] You've reconsidered your options here, I hope.

If you mean, have I given it more thought,

yes, I have.

And I still think it's time for me to leave this house

and go back to my work in my parish.

I had a call this morning from your old friend.

Monsignor Grey.

Two events in the last 24 hours

have caused him to be very concerned.

One of his faculty has gone missing.

He asked if you would be able to help him.

I'm sure it was The Legacy he asked for

and not me specifically.

No, he asked for you.

I know you've just come

to a very difficult decision, Philip,

but can you take this last task on?

Hey, guys.

We need to talk.

Did you get any sleep last night?

No, Artie, I didn't.

I slept with the lights on all night

and a metal baseball bat in my hands.

How about you, Joe?

Get any sleep?

Slept like a baby.

What?

You got ice water in your veins?

[Pete] What did you do with the hand?

Did you put it back in the jar or did you deep six it?

I took it.

The instructions in the Legerdemain book said to keep it.

You took it?

It's in my locker.

I'm kidding.

It's a joke.

Can't you guys take a joke anymore?

No!

[school bell rings]

[Artie] Great.

I can't believe you got us into this, Joe.

I thought you were leaving. What's the word?

Well, I told Derek I'd go to St. Helena,

see what's happening at a school up there.

It's my last assignment.

He thinks maybe I should come along for some backup.

That's what Derek thinks.

What do you think, Nick?

Well, I think that if strapping on holy water

is your idea of preparing for this gig,

that, yeah, you need some help.

Come on. I'll drive.

[Artie] What's the deal? Where's Mr. Klein?

[Joe] Like you really miss him.

He could blow himself up with his own nitrates

for all I care.

Shut up.

Hey, cool it. Someone's coming.

Mr. Klein, I'm afraid, won't be able to make it today,

so I've been called in at very short notice

to be his substitute.

Mr. Warden.

Warden as in "jailer."

I'm sure that's how you feel about most of your teachers.

Previous classes have referred to me,

with adoration, of course,

as the heavy hand of the law.

Well, right, we're here to discuss chemistry, yes?

The study of reaction, inter-reaction.

Sort of like life.

Let's pose a hypothesis. Um...

You. What's your name?

Brad Rollins.

All right, Brad.

Would you mind stepping up to the board, please?

[scoffs]

[laughing]

Are you all right?

Yeah. [clears throat]

You should try to be more careful.

[school bell rings]

Hello?

Tell me that isn't the guy in the prayer.

Tell me it's a different word,

or it's spelled differently or something.

It was the same.

This has got to be the biggest coincidence

in the history of the world.

It was him.

What happened to Brad was no accident.

Shut up, all right?

It's a fluke.

I mean, what else could it be?

Fate.

Every action causes a reaction.

The fundamental law of Newtonian physics.

Well, you called upon me,

and I responded to your kind invitation.

[laughs]

Well, I'm overwhelmed by your enthusiasm.

But now that I'm here,

and I do intend to stay,

perhaps you'd like to join a little after-school club

that I'm... resurrecting.

What sort of club?

It's called the Legerdemain Club.

You've heard of it, I presume?

[Pete] Yeah.

Sort of.

Do you know what it means?

Magic.

Sleight of hand.

And illusion.

Now, doesn't that sound interesting?

Yeah, sounds really cool.

But I got band practice every day.

Yeah, and I have Chess Club.

[Joe] Library Society.

Well, I'm sorry to hear we have these scheduling conflicts.

But may I remind you of one thing?

Attendance in the Legerdemain Club is mandatory.

Our chemistry teacher, Mr. Klein.

This is his address.

I'd prefer you go there and see for yourselves

and then tell me what conclusions you've drawn.

Have you had any other problems

aside what happened with this one faculty member?

Well, yes, last night something else did happen.

On the other side of town,

at a teaching hospital run by our diocese.

The connection being?

A pathology lab was broken into and vandalized.

Burn marks and candle wax were found on the floor.

Suggesting a ritual of some sort.

Yes. It's possible.

That's why I asked for your help, Philip.

Maybe you should put your collar on.

[chuckles dryly] What for?

So we can ask the questions instead of answering them.

Right this way, Father.

-Thanks. -Thanks.

I knew that collar was good for something.

You'll have to let me borrow it sometime.

What, so you can dodge past police lines?

Or have women throw themselves uncontrollably at your feet?

That was cold. Icy.

What are these mysterious circumstances anyway?

The place looks like the maid just left.

Or maybe the guy just

decided to take an unannounced vacation.

[Nick] Philip?

[softly] In the name of God.

Now...

This isn't so bad, is it?

Just a small, select group of like-minded people

who see where life is sadly lacking in purpose

and who take measures to remedy the situation.

Then why are we called the Legerdemain Club?

I mean, that's not what they were all about.

How would you know what the club was all about?

All you know is what you read in that boy Higgins's diary.

You knew him?

Yes, sort of.

He didn't take instruction well.

You do, Joseph.

I'm the living proof of that.

[chuckles]

So, what are we meeting for?

To get to know each other better.

To...

What is it you say these days?

To bond.

[Artie] Well, if that's all, then maybe I should go.

I mean, I know these guys plenty well already--

Quiet!

You want what you don't have,

you dream about what you'll never achieve,

you fester with hatred against those

who would block your path to happiness.

I know what you truly want,

and I'm here to help you get it.

You want love.

The passionate and carnal embrace of a young woman.

You want good grades so you can go on to glorious careers.

And you want revenge.

On Brad Rollins, for instance.

The Legerdemain Club can deliver you,

to help you realize your most closely-held desires.

[Joe] Why do you want to do all this for us?

I mean, what do you get out of it?

Me? Oh, we can worry about that later.

For now, let's just say I enjoy helping young people.

We're planning a wonderful celebration for this Friday night.

Many of our teachers and their classes

have written sketches and presentations.

[Philip] Well, your school certainly seems to enjoy

a close relationship with the community.

Oh, yes.

Many of our students have parents

and grandparents still living in the area

who attended St. A's, as they call it.

It's been the focus of this community since its founding.

I'm a graduate myself. Class of '66.

[Warden] School celebration.

Friday night.

Your Mr. Klein had been planning to participate, hadn't he?

Do you think he'll show?

I wouldn't pin my hopes on that.

But perhaps the Legerdemain Club can fill in for him.

What with?

With sleight of hand, of course.

People love the fantasy that magic brings them.

[buzzing]

Isn't that right, Joseph?

Ow! God damn it!

What happened?

I'm getting stung!

-By what? -Effing wasps.

Can't you see 'em?

Jeez! They're all over the place.

I don't see anything.

-[buzzing] -They're all over me!

Get 'em off!

Sometimes people get just what they deserve, Joseph.

[Kimberley screams indistinctly]

[Brad] Oh, God!

[Kimberley] Help, somebody!

I think the simplest way to explain your presence here

is to say that you are special guests of the diocese.

Ah, Mr. Warden. Any problems so far?

No problems at all, Monsignor.

As a matter of fact, I was just offering a small tutorial

to some of the boys in the class.

Very considerate of you.

Nick Boyle, Philip Callaghan,

this is Samuel Warden.

He's substituting for our missing Mr. Klein.

Subbing must be a difficult job.

For some, but not for me. I enjoy it thoroughly.

Well, please excuse me.

I must spend time preparing tomorrow's class work.

A pleasure to meet you both.

Gentlemen.

[Monsignor] If you'll excuse me,

I have to talk to someone.

Certainly.

What the hell just happened?

You look like you left the planet.

I felt something, Nick.

It was incredible.

That man,

he's really ancient,

really powerful,

and totally evil.

[Kimberley] Somebody!

Monsignor. Help me, please.

Something's happening to Brad Rollins. He's been stung everywhere.

Go to the office and dial 911. Now!

[students exclaiming]

[Monsignor] Hang in there.

The ambulance is on its way.

[Brad gasping]

What the hell happened to him?

I have no earthly idea.

[Pete] Don't start wigging on me now.

Man, you scared me to death.

Oh, yeah? I thought you were the one

that wasn't afraid of all this stuff.

Look. I say we just go to Monsignor's office tomorrow

and tell him everything.

Yeah, and what would you tell him that he'd believe?

That the new chemistry teacher

is some kind of demon that we summoned up?

You know, my dad told me once

that when he went to Saint A's,

the guy that started the club was a really weird teacher

named Mr. Andrews.

Yeah. And I heard he hung himself in his attic.

101 Castanet Lane.

Come again?

That's where Andrews lived.

This Higgins kid who stashed the diary in the stacks went there.

What for?

Back in 1966,

the Legerdemain Club met off-campus.

[Artie] Hey!

Where you going?

I'm gonna see what's there.

If we don't find out what happened

to Higgins and the others last time,

we could end up the same way.

One second, I'm shaking his hand,

and the next,

it's like I'm holding something wet and sticky,

and it's encompassing my grasp.

And did Warden notice what you'd just experienced?

I can't be sure.

But yeah, I think he did.

[footsteps approaching]

Well, he's listed as a state-certified teacher.

And the lieutenant in charge of Klein's disappearance

assured me that they're following all leads.

How's the boy?

[Rachel] Nick's at the hospital.

The boy's still in shock.

But what's really strange

is that the doctors have not been able to identify

the cause of those welts,

nor have they been able to find

any wasp stingers or traces of toxins.

If this Warden is in league with the dark side,

there's no telling how far his powers extend

or what he's planning to do with them.

[Joe] Are we having fun yet?

[Pete] Not me.

[Artie] Whoa!

Come on, guys, let's just get out of here, all right?

No.

We stay.

[Artie] Are you out of your mind?

You're totally certifiable, Dawkins.

There's nobody home. Let's go.

-[Joe] No. -[Artie] This is totally whacked.

[Joe] I gotta find out what's here.

[Artie] Dawkins! Are you listening?

[Pete] Wow.

[Artie whispering] What if somebody catches us?

[Joe] Just shut up, okay?

[Joe] Come on, guys.

[light switch clicks]

[Joe] This can't be possible.

No way.

[Warden] Make yourselves at home.

May I offer you some lemonade?

I must tell you the good news.

Not only has your Monsignor deigned

to let us appear in the celebration,

he has also, perhaps in honor of the missing Mr. Klein,

given us the coveted last spot.

[Joe] But the Legerdemain Club's been banned

from Saint A's for over 30 years.

A point well taken,

so we will not be presented as such.

We will simply be the Sophomore Chemistry Club.

And as you can see, your parts are quite easy to follow.

[Artie] I, uh...

Really don't think I wanna do this.

I'm not asking you to think, Arthur.

And you will do this.

Did you know that it was lemonade they used to poison Mr. Andrews?

[gags]

Oh, please!

In case you haven't noticed,

I've been drinking from the same pitcher.

Mr. Andrews wasn't poisoned.

He hanged himself in the attic of his house.

You've been listening to your parents for too long.

Mr. Andrews,

the revered founder of the original Legerdemain Club,

was accused of performing more than simple magic tricks.

He was accused of performing black magic.

[Pete] But he was.

Was... Wasn't he?

Performing black magic, I mean.

You say Andrews was poisoned.

Who did it?

And if he didn't hang himself,

what happened to him?

And why are you living in Andrews's old house?

You're full of questions this evening, aren't you, Joseph?

But as it's a school night,

and I still have some household chores to perform,

you really all have to go now.

-Uh-huh. -Yeah.

[Artie] I told you this was a bad idea!

[Joe] Shut up.

Time for your midnight snack.

Please.

Why are you doing this to me?

Who are you?

[shudders]

Terribly cold in here, isn't it?

No, please!

I'll give you anything you want, if you let me go.

I'll do anything you want!

Please.

For God's sake, don't close the door!

[screaming]

[siren wailing]

God will give me the strength

to help you heal your affliction.

We've got to get to the bottom of this.

I hope you got more in that bag of yours

than just holy water.

This is gonna take all of that to stop this Warden.

[Monsignor] I was hoping I'd see you this morning.

Have you made any sense of any of these problems?

[Nick] We're trying, Monsignor.

Tell me, is what happened to the Rollins boy

in any way connected to all of this?

[Philip] Well, actually, I'm afraid it is.

Should we cancel the celebration?

Close the school? I can't risk anyone else getting hurt.

No, no, no. For the moment,

we leave everything just the way it is.

I mean, we don't want to create a panic, do we?

You're right.

I've got some files here on Klein and Warden.

Great, we should fax those to Alex from the car.

Maybe she can dig something up.

Klein was a chemistry teacher here for over 30 years.

Yeah, so?

He was an assistant who replaced a Mr. Andrews.

Andrews had a pretty good record going here.

He even got an after-school group going

called the Legerdemain Club.

Sleight of hand?

Magic, huh?

Yeah. He died under cloudy circumstances.

The school board even asked for the coroner's report

to avoid any later liability.

Asphyxiation.

Complicated by trace toxins.

Lovely, but what does it tell us?

I'd say that being the chemistry teacher here at Saint A's

should come with danger pay.

[dialing]

You see those three boys down there?

Yeah, they were the ones who were coming out of Warden's classroom.

You don't want to do what the script tells you to?

What do you think is gonna happen to you then, huh?

This guy's a wacko!

-I mean-- -Hey, cool it, guys.

Cool it.

Can I have a word with you guys?

My name is Philip Callaghan. And I'm here...

Well, you know.

I'm here to help out.

Help out how?

Well, I was hoping you might be able to tell me.

Or maybe you think the Legerdemain Club

can handle anything that comes down the pike.

Is that it?

Wait a minute, mister.

I don't know what you're talking about.

That new teacher, Mr. Warden?

What's he got planned for you guys, anyway?

Well, uh... He wants us to--

To, uh, practice some card tricks.

He's showing us how to do a double shuffle.

Yeah. We got work to do.

Come on, guys.

Hey, Dawkins, you coming?

Listen...

I know you and your friends are in big trouble.

You're in even bigger danger.

You've unleashed something

that you can't even begin to comprehend.

You need help.

I'm the only one who can help you.

Period.

Hey, Dawkins, you wanna get us all killed?

705 Oak Street, 7:00.

[Alex] I've tapped into the state teacher files,

and you know what's strange?

Warden's there now, references and all.

But he was totally missing

the day before he showed up at the school.

You wanna know something else?

Warden's listed address is the same as Andrews' was,

the chemistry teacher who died 30 years ago.

What's Warden's first name?

Does it start, by any chance, with an S?

As a matter of fact, yeah. Samuel. Why?

It's an anagram.

Jumble the letters in "Andrews,"

and you get "S. Warden."

So, what are you suggesting?

That Warden is Andrews come back from the dead?

How?

What I'm more concerned with is why.

[Nick] So which way is Oak Street?

[Philip] Just straight ahead.

If Derek's right about this Warden, or Andrews,

whoever the hell he is,

he must have been summoned up.

What, by Legerdemain?

Exactly, yeah.

[tires squeal]

Hey, hey, what'd you turn for?

I didn't. Something's got a hold of the wheel.

Kill the ignition.

[Warden]Fasten your seat belt, Father?

[horn honking]

Oh, my God. Hang in there, Nick!

[yells]

[sizzling]

[Philip] The Hand of Glory.

So you guys know what it is.

Who are you guys, anyways?

Where'd you come by this?

It's a diary that belonged to a kid

who was in the Legerdemain Club 30 years ago.

And you performed this ritual?

What is this Hand of Glory?

One of the most powerful occult rituals ever devised.

It was first performed during the Dark Ages.

If done right--

We did it right, that's for sure.

Me and Pete and Artie.

It summons up a spirit called the Warden,

so-called because once you've summoned him...

You become his prisoner.

Welcome to my nightmare.

[Nick] Sure it was wise to send Joe on ahead to the show?

[Philip] We had no other choice.

The other kids are already there.

If Joe didn't show up,

Warden, the Warden, would know something was wrong.

We want him to think everything is going exactly as he planned.

Let's see if we can find Klein.

[Nick] You really expect him to be here?

[Philip] Hey, it's worth a look, isn't it?

[door creaks]

[Philip] The diary says Klein was the one who did Andrews in.

Maybe Klein will know the way to finish off Warden too.

[Nick] Nice place.

Well...

Klein was here.

Great. And we just left Joe and the other two boys

with the magician from hell.

We gotta find the hand.

[all vocalizing]

[applauding]

And last but not least,

a presentation by the Sophomore Chemistry Club,

under the heading of our new substitute teacher,

Mr. Samuel Warden.

[applauding]

Ladies and gentlemen...

I stand before you tonight to speak not only of science,

but of belief.

Do we believe what we see?

Can we trust to our own senses?

[crowd gasps]

On the one hand, we have logic and rationality,

and on the other...

We have all the things we still cannot explain.

[Nick] What if it's not in the kid's locker?

[Philip] It's got to be there.

The ancient Egyptians, for instance,

discovered the chemical secrets of embalming.

Secrets of preservation

that we do not understand

to this day.

But tonight,

in honor of this 75th anniversary celebration,

let us see, shall we,

if we can unravel this age-old mystery.

Mummy?

[muffled whimpering]

Are you ready?

[scattered chuckling]

Mummies are like that.

They love to keep secrets.

You sure this is gonna work?

I have faith that it will, Nick.

[man screams]

[groaning]

Oh, my.

Perhaps we're going about this in the wrong way.

Shall we ask Mummy himself?

Help me!

Why, it's our own beloved and sorely missed Mr. Klein!

Help me, someone. He'll kill us all!

Correct, Mr. Klein.

Just as you,

all of you, once killed me.

Klein spiked my drink.

The town fathers strung me up.

And why?

Because some nasty little boy,

some brat named Higgins, rattled on about Legerdemain.

About my magic!

Mr. Warden!

[crowd screaming]

[Warden] Please!

Bear with me.

Sit down!

[man] Just do what he says.

[crowd murmuring]

[Warden] Please bear with me.

This is what you might call a farewell performance.

Only this time,

you will be the ones to bid the world farewell.

Recite after me, my young friends.

Hand of Glory, hand of power.

[boys] Hand of Glory, hand of power.

-Don't do it! -I said recite!

Hand of Glory--

End it now!

Hand of Glory, hand of power--

[Joe] No way. Let's go!

[Warden] Conjured in the witching hour,

the Warden does his work this night

guided by the infernal light!

[Philip] Hand of Glory, hand of power,

conjured in the witching hour,

the Warden's work is all unfurled.

The Warden must depart this world.

And with each douse, I thee confound

and dig thee deeper in the ground.

And with the last, I thee command

return to hell without thy hand!

[screams]

[snarls]

[roars]

[Monsignor] Word from the hospital is the boy's fully recovered.

Without your help, Philip, no telling what could have happened.

Yeah, well, we do what we can.

-Thank you. -God bless.

And you.

Derek, thank you.

-You're welcome. -Nick.

Thank you.

God bless.

Your friend the Monsignor is right.

What you did, Philip,

it wasn't only extraordinary, it made a difference.

Yes. I know.

Then I hope you appreciate the fact

that your presence in The Legacy is truly necessary.

I realize that too.

Maybe for the first time.

Good.

Because we can't afford to lose you.

For now, the battles I will fight

must be those of a simple parish priest.

You must accept that, Derek.

All right, then.

Don't stay away too long.

"Return to hell without thy hand"?

I made that up.

But I believed it.

Keep the holy water handy.

[Pete] The collar!

It's an undercover thing, huh?

You're like a fed, right?

No, no. Nothing like that.

I'm just a priest.

That's it?

That's it.

[Joe] Hey.

You're the coolest priest we've ever met.

Thank you kindly.