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Welcome to Spiderwick.

Once we clean this up, this'll be great.

And I know we can all use a fresh start.

Lemondrop and Jeffrey are missing.

I heard something in the house.

A possum, I think. Maybe it ate them.

Lucinda is my favorite person ever.

Institutionalized Aunt Lucinda?

Little Miss, you must leave.

Spiderwick is dangerous.

It's all real.

- My dread Lord Mulgarath... - Shh.

Arthur Spiderwick's Field Guide will soon be ours.

Mom said the apple is poison.

Not if you prepare it correctly.

- Drink. -Are you crazy, Lucinda?

Boo!

Lucinda was telling the truth.

Arthur knew. These-these creatures are real!

We came here to see Dr. Brauer and that's what we're gonna do.

Let's go.

Hi, Dr. Brauer.

I asked my daughter to fetch us a snack.

She makes an exquisite charcuterie plate.

I'm feeling rather peckish.

Sorry if we, uh, interrupted dinner.

Your mom is very concerned about you.

Especially considering your Great-Aunt Lucinda's history.

Here you go, Lucinda.

Tell me, then, what kind of creature

is lurking inside Spiderwick?

Is it an elf? Sprite?

Nixie? Pixie?

Goblin? Gargoyle?

Griffin? Troll?

Ooh! Maybe it's, uh, a mean old ogre?

Why'd you say ogre?

Your mom said that you came across a drawing of sorts?

May I see it?

Ooh.

You know a lot of creatures.

Well, this town is full of stories.

Manchineel tea is useful for fighting ogres.

Just a few drops.

Stir with forefinger.

Clockwise.

Thumb tucked.

Pinky all the way out.

-I know what you're doing. - I'm making conversation.

Indulging me.

You think I'm manipulating you?

I know you're manipulating me.

Wow.

You've been through a lot of therapy, haven't you?

Do you believe in fairies?

May I see that page?

- You're not nearly as smart as the others.

Or understanding.

Small-town therapist.

Not even a couch, man.

You really think that you could help me?

I can only help you if you help me.

- Okay. - You don't like that much, huh?

You've heard that before, it hasn't changed anything.

I'm sure you're tired of being doubted.

Untrustworthy. Irredeemable.

You own a thesaurus. How vintage, dude.

Being smart isn't going to solve your problems.

You'll still be you.

Why do you hate being you, Jared?

Ah. Well done, my darling.

Daddy.

Help.

Lucinda's missing from the hospital.

We have to find her.

-Kids?

Come down! All hands on deck!

We need flashlights, blankets.

I packed our camping gear somewhere.

- We camp? - We camped.

This box is cookbooks.

I've got book books.

Children's toys?

There's a night-light, I think.

Mom, I really think we should go with you.

No, I-I need you to stay here with Jared.

He's stayed by himself plenty.

Your brother's having an episode.

- Yeah, that's un-shocking. - This is different.

He says he saw a creature.

Like Aunt Lucinda?

Jared is in a very precarious place.

He must be heard without judgment or contradiction.

- He needs you. - Yeah, well, we should tell Dad.

It's hard to help from Brooklyn.

I mean, he could be supportive.

He's probably just getting out of rehearsal now.

We have all the support we need right here.

We'll find Lucinda. I promise.

While we're gone, I invoke Grace family rule number one.

Yes. We won't be d-bags, I promise.

I swear, you two are the bestest.

-Okay, Mom.

Order a pizza, put on Demon Slayer, clean this up.

I'll be in touch.

Thank you for letting Calliope stay.

Our pleasure.

Okay, what manner of crap

is that sentient turd unleashing now?

Jared?

Is that you in the attic?

We can hear you, dummy. Come down.

Maybe we should go up?

There's one. In the peonies.

-I don't see anything. - Look closer.

Fae are all around us.

They use glamour spells,

turn invisible or shape-shift,

conceal themselves from humans.

Why do they hide?

Some are frightened of us.

Others we ought to be frightened of.

My Field Guide will help us know them.

Are they ally or imp or enemy?

We must learn how to see them, Luce.

Don't move.

It's right there.

What are you filming?

Don't look at me with that face in your voice.

This is proof.

You see how the dust floats around it?

What are you two losers saying?

You made it go away, dumbass.

- Made what go away? - You heard the film.

I think our great-great-grandpa Arthur Spiderwick discovered

that magical creatures are real.

You put in an extra "great."

Whoa.

What is this thing?

The page I found was from this book.

This Field Guide thing.

It fits.

What's on the other pages? Why were they ripped out?

I thought I saw something, too.

It was just an insect that I had never seen before.

You probably saw some kind of local varmint or something.

It wrote me a message.

"Click-clack, watch your back."

Classy varmint. Rhyming in couplets.

You grew up here.

Do you know what Arthur Spiderwick was doing?

I don't know. He's like the bogeyman.

Kids have been coming here for years,

daring each other to spend the night

without losing their teeth.

Their teeth fell out?

Please tell me that that was Lemondrop and Jeffrey.

It's not Simon's stupid mice.

I told you that there's something in this house with us.

I don't know what it is, but I know we can catch it.

- Everybody get a map? -Yeah.

Lucinda Spiderwick has been missing for two hours now.

We'll split up.

Dale will go toward Route 75,

I'll head south toward the Claire River.

Anything we need to know about your patient, Dr. Brauer?

For our own safety?

Uh, Lucinda's probably scared,

confused, doesn't know who or where she is,

so approach with caution.

If you do find her, just let her know

that you're there to help.

I just want to add-- hi, everyone.

I'm Lucinda's niece Helen.

I appreciate seeing all of you here

and the whitefish casseroles you all sent.

Lucinda isn't dangerous.

She is kind and gentle and loves disco and nature

and is probably just out picking flowers.

Peonies, because they represent healing and, uh...

I-I really appreciate this, and I-I know

I've already said that, but I-I really do.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Let's get moving.

Let's go!

♪ Always on the move... ♪

We need to set traps all around the house

to catch this little creature.

♪ Don't know where I'm going... ♪

Put just a little...

Yep.

♪ Stranger winds keep blowing... ♪

- Okay. - I think we got it.

- ♪ Troubles going around... ♪ -Nice. Good.

- Hey.

♪ Yeah, can't let darkness be found... ♪

Don't forget your maps and, everyone, please be safe.

I'll catch up with you two later.

- ♪ Somewhere ♪ - ♪ We're getting closer ♪

♪ They can't find us ♪

♪ But keep them further ♪

- ♪ Somewhere ♪ - ♪ We're getting closer ♪

♪ They can't find us... ♪

Jared!

- ♪ Somewhere ♪ - ♪ We're getting closer ♪

♪ They can't find... ♪

If it steps in the flour,

we'll be able to follow its footprints.

- ♪ We're getting closer ♪ - ♪ They can't find... ♪

- Ah. Okay.

- You want to go? Okay. - Oh, yeah?

Guys.

Okay.

Jared.

Hey, Jared.

Is, uh, is that the little door we saw?

I was checking out the town's history,

and during the Firefly Festival, they set up

a live feed of downtown to see if anyone can...

spot a fairy.

Henson is a whole vibe.

You got flour on your favorite hoodie.

- It'll stain. - Yeah.

Calliope and I were just messing around.

You don't always have to be so nice, Simon.

Please, take your jealous pants off.

But they match my shoes.

Okay.

Tell me the part you aren't saying.

It's not just this little creature thing.

When I was at Dr. Brauer's,

I...

I thought I saw Great-Aunt Lucinda.

He's her therapist.

No, I-I looked at Calliope,

and then I-I blinked and Calliope was Lucinda.

Just for a sec, and then...

not.

Hmm.

It was probably just a reflection.

No, no, it was her. Ish.

I don't know, it felt like Lucinda was reaching out to me,

like she needed my help.

She does. I mean, she's missing.

This is more than just finding her, Simon, it's saving her.

If we can find this creature that I know I saw,

we can prove that Lucinda isn't crazy.

Right. Which would mean you're not crazy?

You don't believe me.

I don't get flour on my fave hoodie for just anyone.

You're my brother. I'm here for you.

I love you.

Creatures exist, and I'll prove it.

Wild peonies.

- Lucinda's favorite. - I don't think she's been around here.

- These are all deer tracks. - Rabbit tracks.

Broken dogwood shrub.

Yeah, from a rabbit.

I've hunted my whole life.

Have you? So have I.

It's not Lucinda, so let's get going.

What's your beef with me, Dr. Brauer?

No beef, I'm just concerned about the whereabouts

- of my patient. - No, you're concerned

with covering your own ass for putting us all in direct danger.

Psychiatric patients won't lower the property values.

Oh, until something bad happens.

Then maybe the state will finally take our proposal

to shut down the Meskwaki Hospital seriously.

You're trying to use this as evidence

to shut down the hospital?

You want to blame someone?

Blame me.

I saw Lucinda for the first time in decades.

I said something, I-I did something to...

How'd you get those scratches?

She didn't mean to hurt me.

That makes it worse. And it's a deer track.

Huh.

Hey, Yalda.

Billion dollar idea here.

Move the cereal closer to the milk.

Genius.

I'm sensing sarcasm.

You are a clerk, Hubert. Be a clerk.

Look how much milk we're throwing out.

The cereal is seven and a half aisles away,

if you count the hummus display.

People are dim.

Put the moo juice and the Cheerios together

and... magic.

They put the milk and the cereal across the store

because they want people to walk past all the crap

they don't want and make an impulse buy.

Such a waste.

You know what they say?

"No use crying over spilt milk"?

- Mind your own dumb business.

That's not an expression.

Ma'am, are you okay?

Where are the bloom-dow-cheek'd peaches?

The swart-headed mulberries? The bright-fire-like-barberries?

I don't know what that is, but Sumo Oranges are in season.

Not 40 years ago, there was a vast field right here

with knee-high wild grass.

Where is it?

Where is the Goblin Market?

Hmm...

Whoa.

Lady Spiderwick. It's an honor.

I don't...

recognize your face.

Humans encroach deeper into faery,

so we must hide ourselves.

My truth is concealed under this glamour.

Your breath smells like Hot Pockets.

Because they're delicious.

I don't have time to waste.

I need to purchase a favor.

I need to find the Goblin Market.

Mallory! Did you set it up yet?

Okay.

Hey, how we doing?

Just set Mom's computer in the third hallway.

You know, the one with the water stain

that looks like the Thanos butt chin?

And if you go through my photos,

I will eliminate you in every timeline.

SIMON Calliope?

Be right there.

Are you coming?

All set.

Virtual meetings increased isolation

and the sale of sweatpants, but on the plus side,

we can also use it to make a banging surveillance system.

Hold on-- Jared!

Hey.

RICHARD Simon texted me about Lucinda.

- It's fine. I'm-I'm fine. - That means you're not.

You have to tell Simon the truth.

You know why I can't.

No, I-I know why you say you can't.

I called because I know what your aunt means to you.

- That's all. - Thanks for calling.

- I'll talk to you later.

Ow. Hey.

I, uh, I have news.

I just got a call, Lucinda was spotted

at Nielsen's Food Mart,

so we should head in that direction.

This is great.

Mal. Mal.

We have to find out who did this.

The camera didn't catch who set the fire.

Need your help.

Mallory!

Mallory!

You are too fixed.

All your plans are set in stone.

I cannot teach you, Mallory Grace.

Maybe we should try WD-40?

If you put WD-40 in my hair,

I will gladly get tried as an adult.

I can't believe you would do this just because I wouldn't

- play your stupid game, Jared. -It wasn't me.

These knots are way too tight.

It has to be whatever set the fire.

- It's the creature. -The Internet says to use

apple cider vinegar?

Maybe Mom packed some.

- I think we have to cut it. - No.

- I think it's the only way-- - I said no!

Why are you so mad at me?

Because the fencing maestro called me untrainable.

Your mediocrity isn't my problem, Mallory.

Please. I was tops in Brooklyn before you made us move.

Standing in the shallow end of the talent pool

makes you look large, huh?

You could just say sorry.

I didn't do it!

How could you mess with my hair, Jared?

Of all things, my hair?

I mean, you know how much time goes into this.

Every Sunday, sitting on the floor for hours

so Mom can oil my hair and put it in pigtails

while I was growing it out.

Kids made so much fun of me for wearing those pigtails.

Relentless.

But it's all worth it

when I take my fencing mask off after a victory

and my hair spills out.

Like a warrior queen.

Oh, my God. No!

Who would do this?

Why?

I'm gonna get something to clean this up.

Tell me their names.

Lemondrop and Jeffrey.

- Which one is which? - Jeffrey is the one that looks

like a human resources manager.

Mm.

Dear Lemondrop and Jeffrey...

It's hard to believe that you're gone.

We wish you were still here to eat bugs

or clean your whiskers...

Maybe we just wish you were still here.

We will always remember the way that you played,

and the way that you brought comfort

when we were lonely or sad.

Thank you, Lemondrop. Thank you, Jeffrey.

You were good mice.

That was beautiful.

I've been to enough funerals.

You still have flour on your face.

Do you believe in fairies?

No.

So, you think Jared killed them?

If I were you, I'd be furious.

Jared can be a jerk, but he can also be fun.

You know, he's never not doing something wrong.

Yeah.

He stirs pots and I have to unstir.

Sucks having to hide who you are.

They were good mice.

Is Tanner really trying to shut down the hospital?

Oh, somebody's been trying

to shut down Meskwaki since it opened 150 years ago.

People are uncomfortable with emotions

- they can't comprehend. - Yeah.

I got a lot of stares when I said we were moving here

- for the hospital. - Mm.

You've been going through so much.

Divorce. The move.

I know things have been tough for Jared.

Thank you for giving him a chance.

Mm.

You know, uh, I've lived here a long time.

A very long time.

What was the word Jared used, uh...?

I'm vintage.

- Yeah, I have studied this town.

Call it an occupational hazard.

The one thing I can tell you,

these people are superficial, petty, jealous monsters.

And Dan Ryba doesn't pick up his dog's poop.

- Mm? - Mm.

Alex Gallinson steals Kelly Saldua's Internet.

Becca Hall signed up to get adult braces

so she can sleep with Dr. Beasley,

who's currently having an affair with Nannette Lee,

Jennifer Miller and Jennifer Miller.

So, Jennifer and Jennifer are two people

with the same last name?

The '80s.

We all have our secrets. Some are darker than others.

You know, I heard whisperings

that Tanner Kent murdered his wife.

No, he didn't.

These people are no better than Lucinda, Jared,

you, me...

We're all just trying.

Guys, come here. I have something.

I found a reflection of our arsonist.

I used Mom's credit card to buy a hacked NASA computer program

from some dude in Prague named Lobo

that can render the picture

and show us who started the fire.

Uh, I-I didn't do it. I swear.

That's you right there.

Maybe it's a glitch in the camera.

Or maybe it's the creature.

Come on.

Using Mom's credit card, setting fires,

tying my hair to the bannister,

freezing Lemondrop and Jeffrey to death is your oeuvre!

I didn't do anything wrong.

We're stuck in this nowhere town

in this tragic house because of you.

Everything awful that happens in this family

can't all be my fault.

Simon?

Tell them it wasn't me.

Tell them.

Wow.

One thing I already love about Henson is the sky.

We could never see so many stars from the light pollution.

Aren't you sick of this? 'Cause I'm sick of this.

You know, this is like that time

that we shaved our heads for lice and you started

that GoFundMe for cancer treatment

because Mom wouldn't get you some Pokémon?

Bakugan.

Why can't you, for once in your life,

just admit what you did and apologize?

You really think I could kill Lemondrop and Jeffrey?

It's not just me.

I don't care what Mallory or that girl think.

But, Simon... you really think I'd hurt you?

See? I told you. I told you.

Jared.

- Dude, what the hell? - It's usually a book

that activates a secret passage.

How to Build a Secret Passage.

Maybe it's this one?

Whoa. Holy crap.

Come on.

Excuses, excuses. You think I care.

Newsflash-- I actually never cared once.

You want me to pretend that I'm happy--

Thimbletack, I need you to snap out of it.

- Snap out of it, now. -...and everything is all rainbows

and celebratory cheese puffs?

Why are you being so contrary?

You know I hate that!

I think you're a bad friend.

- No. No. - A terrible friend.

How the hell is this happening?

Oh, I didn't know you guys were here.

Great-Aunt Lucinda?

I'm Jared.

That's Simon. We're Helen's children.

Mulgarath is a deceiver.

A shape-shifter. He could be anyone.

Everyone. Can't trust a soul.

Who is Mulgarath?

The dreaded cur.

I hid my father's notes on ogres here

so I could defeat him, but I can't find the page.

Because Jared burnt it.

I told you I didn't.

Hey, wait, wait!

It's okay. It's okay.

Okay, it's okay. Please. It's okay.

The boy isn't lying.

No fairy can tolerate iron.

You're human enough.

What does this ogre want from you?

This is the only bestiary of its kind.

My father catalogued each and every creature

of the invisible world.

Their strengths and weaknesses, how to find them.

The information was too valuable to destroy,

so to protect the Field Guide from Mulgarath,

I tore out the pages and hid them all around Henson.

Where are they now?

I remember there were 86 pages.

I know this because that's precisely

three times my age which I thought was lucky

since we all know three is a magic number.

How old do you think you are?

I'm 25, obviously.

Eight-six divided by three, right?

Let's call my mother.

I'm not crazy.

I think I-I asked her to eliminate the memories.

Asked who? To do what?

That's Thimbletack.

He used to be a great help, a dear friend, poor thing.

He's a furiously broken boggart now.

There's one. In the peonies.

I don't see anything.

Look closer.

Fae are all around us.

They use glamour spells

or turn invisible or shape-shift,

conceal themselves from humans.

Why do they hide?

Some are frightened of us.

Others we ought to be frightened of.

My Field Guide will help us know them.

Are they ally or imp or enemy?

Oh, children,

I tried to protect you from the ogre's wrath,

but I forgot my father's lesson.

Hopefully, I did one thing right.

The pages are in hidden vaults all over Henson,

marked by Nazars--

protective totems against evil fae.

Some are plain to see. Others obfuscated.

Each vault has a unique, magic puzzle you must solve

in order to open it and procure the page within.

Find the pages.

Put Spiderwick's Field Guide back together.

- Mulgarath consumes.

If he gets the Field Guide, he'll use the information

to kill everyone in Henson

and-and control all the... the magical creatures

my father found.

And it will all be my fault.

I thought I saw you earlier, at Dr. Brauer's.

Sounds like you saw a portent.

Is that a good or bad thing?

It's neither nor.

Fairies operate with numinous logic.

I don't know what "numinous" means.

That's the thing.

No one does.

No one will ever believe us.

It's lonely when they think you're crazy

and you know you're not.

It sucks.

Mm-hmm.

Jared, you can't tell or trust anyone.

Thimbletack will help, should his tantrums cease.

But I procured a treasure from the Goblin Market.

A Hot Pocket?

Oh, sorry. That's for me.

It's the key to everything.

You have to help save everyone, Jared.

I'm... I'm just a kid.

That's why you can succeed.

Thank God you're okay.

- Mom's home. - Mom.

Mom...

Simon...

Sorry I gave you a fright,

but necessity dictated action.

I think that's enough excitement for one night.

I should take you back to the hospital

so you can get some rest.

Yeah.

Sorry, Little Miss.

Sorry for all the troubles to come.

No one should have to endure such pain.

Remember the lessons I taught you.

Let's go.

♪ Out on the tar plains ♪

♪ The glides are moving ♪

♪ All looking for a new place to drive... ♪

I wasn't sure back at Spiderwick.

You seemed so human.

You've gotten quite good at shape-shifting.

But when I got in the car,

I smelled the dank and pungent woods...

...and I knew it was you, Mulgarath.

That's rude.

It's been a long time, Lucinda.

A long time to think and plot and plan.

And I assume you're the living portent

who made it seem like my nephew set fire

to the ogre page?

♪ Way down the lane away, living for another day ♪

What kind of beast are you?

The death-some kind.

Do you know how long I've been trying to get you?

I once spent an entire year

disguised as an emotional support dog.

A corgi named Sir Barks-A-Lot with tiny, useless legs.

And still, I failed as you hid

behind iron and enchantments.

You made a grave error leaving the safety

of your antiseptic hospital.

I had to warn them about you.

Well, they are your blood. I'd be staggered if you didn't.

But we can't have that happening again now, can we?

Not when I'm this close to getting the Field Guide.

I can't tell you how or where to get the pages

because I don't know.

I had it all wiped from my memory

just so I wouldn't be able to tell you a damned thing.

You know what that makes you?

A sharp thorn.

Useless.

♪ Do you see it too? ♪

♪ I don't know what to do ♪

♪ Call me on the telephone ♪

♪ Because I'm feeling all alone ♪

♪ So where do you want to go? ♪

♪ We can hit the road ♪

♪ We can hit the road ♪

♪ We'll find the sun out there ♪

♪ No need to run out there ♪

♪ Another fire, I'm not afraid ♪

♪ To see new worlds come off the page ♪

♪ I'm not a hero but I can see ♪

♪ There's something special in you and me ♪

♪ There's something magic in the sky ♪

♪ And no one gets it like you do ♪

♪ There's something magic in your eyes ♪

♪ And no one gets me like you do ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ There's something magic in the sky ♪

♪ There's something magic in your eyes ♪

♪ There's something magic in the sky ♪

♪ There's something magic in the sky ♪

♪ And no one gets it like you do ♪

♪ There's something magic in your eyes ♪

♪ And no one gets me like you do. ♪