Original subtitles

[ wind whistling ]

MAN: Enter of thine own free will and without fear.

Listen...

to the words of the great goddess of old.

Once in the month and better it be when the moon is full,

you shall assemble in some secret place

and adore the spirit of me

who is clean of all the wise.

In my honor, you shall sing,

dance, make music, and harm none in my presence,

for mine is the ecstasy of the spirit on earth.

ALL: So mote it be.

Be free, joyous,

and sky-clad in your great rite.

[ theme song playing ]

WOMAN [ over PA ]: Flight 4-16 from Houston is

now arriving at Gate 14B.

Flight 4-16 from Houston is now...

Welcome to Gulfport, gentlemen.

Thank you. At ease, Chief.

Consider yourselves guests

of the Construction Battalion Center, sirs.

Thank you. Lead on.Uh, sir, we're parked

in the far lot: you feel like taking a hike?

If you feel like carrying our luggage.

Of course, sir.

Cute.

We didn't want to blow your cover, Mac.

What about our friendship?

I'm friendly with a Lieutenant Colonel Sarah MacKenzie.

I don't know much about

a Chief Petty Officer Bonnie Johnson.

She is just as unforgiving.

You do look snappy in that uniform, ma'am.

You have baby food on yours, Lieutenant.

So, uh, what do you know, anyway?

Typing is hard on the fingernails.

About witches, Mac.

They worship naked.

Really?Mm-hmm.

Did you?

So, what was it like?

Was it cold?

Was there sex involved?

I went for it; it was a warm night...

and no one touched me.

Did they touch each other, ma'am?

No. We just danced around a bonfire

and, when the flames were low enough,

we jumped over it.

You jumped over a fire naked?

Thanking my track and field coach all the way.

So what have you found out?

Harm, I've been talking to Wiccans all week.

I haven't been able to find anything

to substantiate Petty Officer Plunket's claim

that she was raped.

We have a meeting with her in the morning.

We'll see what she has to say.

So are you a witch now, ma'am?

In training, Bud.

They've taken me into their confidence,

so, I don't want to hear any cracks out of either of you.

How was your trip to Australia, ma'am?

It was excellent.

Not used to seeing you driving one of these, Mac.

What'd you expect?

Bud.

A broomstick, sir?

[ tires screech ]

PLUNKET: It happened right after my initiation, sir.

Chief Merker-- he's the high priest--

he walked me to my quarters.

I said good night, but, when I opened the door,

he followed me in.

That's when it happened.

Well, did you resist?

I wanted to, sir.

Then why didn't you?

I did, sir...

in my head.

And you felt that that would be enough.

Sir, I couldn't speak.

You were panicked.

No, sir.

RABB: You're not being very clear, Petty Officer.

Chief Merker put a spell on me, sir.

MACKENZIE: I'm speechless.

ROBERTS: And we're helpless, ma'am.

RABB: There's no way to make this fly.

You want to drop it?

Well, what's our argument?

The petty officer couldn't say no

because Chief Merker put a spell on her?

Need I remind you that Navy policy requires

all personnel to take seriously

any charge of sexual assault?

We don't have anywhere to begin with this.

Well, we better figure it out.

I was sent down here because of Wicca's growing presence

in the military.

I got the same speech, Mac.

The Navy wants to know if this is an isolated incident.

Otherwise, it has to reevaluate its policies

on religious freedoms.

MACKENZIE: So what do we have?

RABB: Well, we have what you've given us--

"Chief Merker is friendly, accommodating

and personally powerful."

I'll dig deeper.

What if we go public with this?

It could open

a conversation within Wicca.

Something might fall out.

Works for me.

Bud, get me what you can on these names, huh?

Yes, sir.

Oh, sir, uh, F.Y.I.

I found a case in the manual for courts martial

that involves Santeria and live chickens.

What?

[ phone ringing ]

[ groaning ]

Hello?

Oh, I woke you up.

Bloody inconsiderate...

I'm sorry.

No, to do it by phone.

Should have been lying next to me nuzzling me awake.

You know, I keep smelling you everywhere--

on my pillows, my clothes, my towels...

can't bring myself to wash them.

Well, promise me you'll do it before I visit again.

If you promise to visit again.

I can't take leave until July.

What am I supposed to do until then?

I don't know-- but, don't do it with anyone else.

You think I would?

Well, you're not yourself, are you?

You're Chief Johnson.

Mmm. I hadn't thought of it that way.

Thanks for the suggestion.

Well, we're moving forward down here, Mic.

Expect more naked dancing.

As long as you send me a tape.

[ laughing ]

Sir?

The Wicca research?

Thanks.

"Pre-Christian, earth-based reconstruction

of European tribal worship--

not only paganistic but polytheistic.

Gods and goddesses."

No animal sacrifice.

No devil worship.

What's this?

I cast a wider net, sir.

"A frightening form of witchcraft was

reportedly practiced not in Salem, but in the deep South.

The witches in these regions were said

to have cast crippling spells and even sacrificed humans

in their quest for union with the Devil."

What does this have to do with Wiccans, Bud?

Well, the petty officer claimed

that she was the victim of a spell, sir.

Sir, this is not one of my paranormal fixations.

Is this one of your normal fixations?

Sir, here. In 1916,

a swarm of beetles descended on Harrison County.

In the early '40s,

a hundred dogs went missing in the span of a week.

And as late as 1993...

Bud...

I'll, uh, look it over.

Do you think the colonel might be interested, sir?

I'll keep her informed.

Thanks.

Yes, sir.

Hey. How you doing, Chief?

Well, the Navy thinks I'm a rapist,

and the papers say I made a pact with the Devil,

and there's a guy out in the parking lot

who wants to castrate me.

Mind if I sit down?

Mmm, please.

Thanks. WOMAN: You hungry, Chief?

Uh, sure.

Then don't sit here.

No one seems to want to take our order.

Well, that's okay, Chief.

You got friends.

Well, I'm really glad you're one of them.

You know, Bonnie,

if you're going to stick with us,

you should know this could be a rough ride.

Wiccans are pretty open-minded about sex.

Consensual sex.

Yeah, and we take a lot of heat for it,

and this was our worst nightmare.

It gives fuel to our enemies, and it can destroy us.

MERKER: You know that's the crazy part about it?

What happened between me

and Petty Officer Plunket was consensual.

If I'm guilty of anything,

it's not realizing how naive she was.

WOMAN: The Lord has not forsaken you.

You can still be saved.

Come into His arms.

There is no warmer place

than the firmament...

Ma'am, you're not welcome here.

♪ Marvelous grace of our loving Lord ♪

♪ Grace that exceeds our sin and guilt ♪

♪ Yonder on Calvary's... ♪

Come on, let's go.

♪ There where the blood ♪

♪ Of the lamb was spilled ♪

♪ Grace, grace, God's grace ♪

♪ Grace that is greater than all our sin ♪

MERKER: Well, Wicca's growing in the military

because it's one of the few institutions

that will let us be, or so we thought.

MACKENZIE: There was some talk of a study group at Norfolk,

but it never happened.

Well, Bonnie, I want you to know,

I really appreciate your support.

I mean, you're only here a week

and you're already in the thick of it.

Most people don't get us.

Well, most people don't cast spells, Chief.

Spiritual magic.

It's to harness positive energy.

I mean, it's not like we're turning people into toadstools.

Can you?

I believe my faith gives me the power to do anything.

Well, good night.

-Where you going? -To sleep.

You're not going to let me be alone tonight, are you?

Yes, Chief.

Okay.

TINER: Good morning, Admiral.

Your calls, sir.

Everybody wants a piece of me, Tiner.

Nothing lights up people like sex and witchcraft.

Monsignor Doherty...

A.C.L.U., Wiccan Circle...

Congressman Steelsmith.

Confirming your 9:00 for tomorrow, sir.

Yeah, it's his district.

Probably wants to meddle, misses the smell of litigation.