01x08 - Chapter Eight: The Burial

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

[bats fluttering]

[thunder crashes]

[crows cawing]

[lightning sizzles]

[bats screeching]

[dramatic music playing on TV]

[Ambrose] Bacon, cous?

Eww. No.

After what I saw at the Church of Night
yesterday, I am fasting.

Maybe for the rest of my life,
but definitely until later tonight.

Oh? Big plans?

Mmm, after Harvey's shift,
we're going to the movies.

[Ambrose moans]
How casually you can say that.

Soon, Luke and I will be able
to do the same.

Fun, but how's that gonna work?

Luke has a connection
with the High Priest.

He's offered to speak
with Father Blackwood on my behalf

to get my conviction overturned.

- [chuckles]
- Ambrose, you're smitten.

[Zelda] Where's your Aunt Hilda?

She's working at the bookstore, Aunt Zee.
Remember, it's Black Friday.

- It most certainly is not.
- No, I don't mean witches' Black Friday.

I mean it's Black Friday for mortals.
It's the busiest shopping day of the year.

- It's also one of our busiest times.
- [phone ringing]

The Kemper bodies
are already on their way,

and Satan knows who else.

[inhales deeply]
Spellman Mortuary, this is Zelda.

No, we hadn't heard.

Sabrina, there's been an accident
down at the mines.

- But Harvey...
- Go. And pray to Satan he's all right.

- [siren wailing]
- [chaotic chatter]

Hey, hey! I'm looking for Harvey Kinkle.
Uh, who do I talk to about...

[Sabrina pants]

[Sabrina]
Excuse me. Have you seen Harvey Kinkle?

[panting]

Excuse me. Have you seen Harvey Kinkle?
He's got brown hair and...

[Harvey] Sabrina!

Harvey! Oh, my gosh.

Oh, thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you,

thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you.

- [Sabrina sighs]
- I made it out in time.

But there are five guys still in there,
and Sabrina, Tommy's one of them.

- Oh, no.
- I need to go back in.

- I can't leave him in there.
- Hey, hey, hold on. Hold on.

Harvey, you look like you're in shock.

- [pants] I gotta find my dad.
- Sabrina! Harvey!

- [Sabrina] Guys!
- [exhales] Is he okay?

I don't know. He was in the mines
when it happened.

- Oh, my God.
- We should, um...

Let's find somewhere to set up
so we can start helping.

[inaudible dialogue]

[Susie] Sabrina.

[Reverend Walker] Dear God,

we ask that you surround our loved ones
with angels... [continues indistinctly]

Harvey.

- How's it going in there?
- Not good. The borehole

they're drilling to reach the survivors
is too small. All the guys are too big.

No one can fit through it,
not even me. I tried.

[sighs] Harvey, I... I don't want you going
back down there.

- My brother's trapped under all that rock.
- I know, but...

Oh my gosh, you're really bleeding.

- It's fine. [sighs]
- Please.

[sighs deeply]

We have to find him.
He can't... Tommy can't be...

I know. I know.

But you have to pace yourself, Harvey.

Everybody else is taking breaks.

After we find Tommy
and the rest of the guys.

- But first...
- [Harvey hisses]

[groans]

- [Harvey grunts]
- Harvey, this cut is pretty deep.

I think it may need stitches.

Stay here.
I'm gonna go track down a doctor.

- [Sabrina sighs]
- [people chattering]

[Sabrina]
What's going on over there?

Not sure. They're saying some kid got
a wild idea and slipped into the mines

when no one was looking.

Sabrina, I don't know where Susie is.

- [Roz pants]
- Oh, no. You don't think...

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Susie! What's going on?
- [Roz] Are you crazy?

- You could have been k*lled!
- I was small enough for the hole.

And it's what my Aunt Dorothea
told me to do.

What does that mean?

I mean, it's what
my Aunt Dorothea would've done.

- I didn't find anyone.
- [Roz sighs]

- I just found this.
- [Roz] Oh, my God.

[Mr. Kinkle] The hell's going on here?

[indistinct chatter]

[Harvey] Excuse me. Excuse me.

That's...

- That's Tommy's hat.
- [people gasp]

Did we... Did we find him?

Well, then,
we gotta keep looking, we gotta...

And we will. [panting] But not right now.

It's turning into a sh*t-show in there.

The faster we dig,
the more the tunnel collapses.

We don't have the right equipment,
but we're getting it tomorrow.

We'll pick up again then.

Thank you all for coming here,

but unless you are an employee of the mine

or a rescue worker
for the town of Greendale,

I need you all to go home.

Really, folks, thank you for the support.

See you tomorrow.

Dad, what if tomorrow's too late?

Boy, don't start with me.

We are doing our best.

- Harvey.
- [sighs]

[Sabrina pouring coffee]

[Harvey sighs]

He saved me.

Tommy did.

When the mine began to collapse...

Tommy pushed me out of the way.

He said to run, so...

I did. I just... I ran.

- [sighs] I was chicken sh*t again.
- No... you weren't.

Somehow the tunnel held long enough
for me to get through.

Then I heard this roar behind me like...

Like the earth was closing up
and trying to swallow me.

How do you think it is
that I made it out of there?

[Sabrina whispering]
Qui affecto protego,

mixtisque iubas
serpentibus et posteris meis stirpiqu.

Maybe... someone was looking out for you.

That's Tommy.

- Always has been.
- [Sabrina sighs]

They say that the first hours
after any mining accident are the most...

crucial.

If you don't find survivors
in that time...

their chances are slim to...

Everything's gonna be okay.

You're cold.

I'm okay.

[Sabrina sighs]

Will you stay with me?

All night long.

[Hilda] Sabrina.

Aunt Hilda.
Have you been at work all this time?

Yeah, I have. Dr. Cee kept
the bookstore open through the night,

just to give free coffee
and hot chocolate to the volunteers.

How's sweet Harvey?

He went home with his dad.

I'm gonna go get changed,
then we're meeting back at the mines.

- Okay, come on. Let's go.
- [door opens]

Come inside, the both of you.

Ambrose and I have news.

Brace yourselves, it's not pleasant.

I was astral-projecting,
with Auntie Zee keeping watch...

and I went to the mines.

There were no survivors in there.

Dear Lucifer... [clears throat]

...are you sure?

I'm fairly certain, yes.

Well, in that case, we should tell them.
Harvey is losing his mind with worry.

[stammers] And people might get hurt
if the search continues.

Unfortunately, we can't do that, Sabrina.

This is the perilousness of being a witch
who consorts with mortals.

Having knowledge they don't,
not being able to act on it or share it.

It just... It doesn't make any sense.

Things happen.

Awful things. Accidents.

But the natural order is to be maintained.

That's one of our basic tenets.

Things must play out as they would
without our interference.

- Otherwise...
- Bad things happen, I know.

It is a terrible tragedy
for all of them in there.

Did you know him well, Sabrina?

- [Sabrina] Tommy?
- Hmm.

I met him a few times, but...

he meant everything to Harvey.

He, uh...

He's gonna be devastated.

Dad, are we heading back to...

Harvey, this is Mr. Morris, from the bank.

Mr. Morris,
this is my younger boy, Harvey.

- Hey.
- I'm very sorry about your brother.

We... We still haven't found him.

Harvey, I...

I don't like making this decision
any more than you like hearing it.

Hearing what?

What decision, Dad?

I have the safety of the other men
to consider here.

[door slams at Sabrina's]

- He called off the search.
- [Sabrina] Who did?

My assh*le father. He said he couldn't
risk the loss of any more lives,

but I know that's bullshit!

He was already talking to the bank
and the insurance company,

because he cares more about the payout
than he does about finding Tommy.

- No, Harvey, he's just worried. Like you.
- No, Sabrina, he's coming here

to plan Tommy's funeral for tomorrow.

He's rushing it because he can't collect
the insurance check

until there's been a funeral.

And we...
we haven't even have his body yet.

What kind of man does that,

when his own son could still be alive
and suffering?

[bell tolling]

[Nicholas]
You guys haven't seen Sabrina, have you?

She hasn't been to seminar
in the last two days.

Oh, didn't you hear? There was
a terrible accident at the mines.

A bunch of mortals d*ed.

What? You mean, like, her boyfriend?

His brother. It's tragic, really.

Or it would be...

If the Kinkles weren't a family
of dirty witch hunters.

- Funeral's tomorrow.
- Heard they're burying an empty casket.

[Dorcas chuckles]

- Auntie?
- Yes, darling?

What happens when you die?

- Hmm?
- Where do you go?

Well, uh, I can only speak to witches.

And I suppose you're curious to know

what happens to mortals
like young Thomas Kinkle.

I don't know.

Does dying hurt?

All those times with Aunt Zelda, I mean.

Well, it depends on her m*rder w*apon
of choice, really. [chuckles]

And how is it that Aunt Zelda
brings you back?

Does she cast a spell, or are you cursed?

[chuckles] No. No, nothing of the sort.

It's, um...
It's all about the soil, actually.

Uh, more specifically, a plot of soil...

in our graveyard out front.

It's been in the Spellman family
for generations.

Purportedly, it is soil that was harvested
from Cain's garden

and soaked with Abel's blood.

The most fertile soil on Earth.

And contains all the mysteries
of life and death.

Done it.

Why don't you put it on.

Okay.

[Sabrina exhales deeply]

- This little foot. This little foot.
- [Sabrina clears throat]

Here we go.

I know why you're asking.

But bringing back the dead
is by and large a no-no.

Easier done with witches,

and never, ever to be tried with mortals.

It is not our place, as Aunt Zelda says.

And Cain's garden,
that's just for witches.

Don't worry, Aunt Hilda.

I haven't got any ideas.

Even if I did, it's not like
we have Tommy's body to bury.

Just his hat.

I'm sorry.

[Hilda sighs deeply]

[solemn organ music playing]

Dr. Cee.

Hilda, I'm here to pay my respects.

Tommy used to bring Harvey into the shop
to buy comic books, and now...

[clicks tongue] I know
that he'll appreciate that you came.

It's really... sweet.

Warms the heart, doesn't it?

Seeing all of Greendale turn out
for one of their fallen sons.

But that's mining towns for you.

The sturdiest stock.

Now, Sabrina,

I know young Harvey Kinkle
has been moonlighting in the mines.

I have to admit, when I heard
about the collapse, I...

I feared the worst.

He made it out, Ms. Wardwell.

[whispers] I think because I placed
a protection spell on him.

A protection spell?

After the Kinkles sh*t the familiar
in Moon Valley,

I was afraid
the Weird Sisters might retaliate, so...

Wait, you don't think... they...

If I were to hazard a guess,
I'd say... no.

Of course, we always want
someone to blame,

even in the face
of naturally occurring tragedies.

That's just human and witch nature.

I mean, in that way,
we're not so very different.

Oh, Auntie Zee,

do any mortals ever realize life
while they're living it?

Every fleeting, precious moment?

No.

The poets and artists, maybe. They do.

Not that we're much better, mind you.

Auntie Zee, are you crying?

Pollen. [sniffles]

Let's get this over with.

[Roz]
♪ From sorrow, toil, and pain ♪

♪ And sin, we shall be free ♪

♪ And perfect love ♪

♪ And friendship reign ♪

♪ Through all eternity ♪

[Hilda] Harvey, it's your turn, love.

[Harvey] Uh...

We...

Um...

We...

Um...

[softly] Strength by day,
strength by night,

give him strength and give him might.

[wind whooshes]

We're gathered here today...

to say goodbye to my brother...

Thomas Kinkle.

Uh...

Tommy.

My best friend.

He is...

was...

God...

I don't know what to say.

It's just crazy to give a eulogy
when you're not even sure if...

Um...

He called me "nerd." [chuckles]

He bought my school supplies every year.

We talked about everything.

We talked about girls.

Well... one girl.

He protected me
from everything that's bad.

Once, I asked him
what his dream was, and he said...

he said that his dream
was that my dreams come true...

which is who he was. And I...

I miss him.

[exhales deeply]

Thank you.

My son, Thomas Kinkle,
was a good, honorable man.

We can all take comfort knowing

that he's reunited
with his mother in Heaven.

Tommy valued family and duty
above all else.

He did what was asked of him
and never complained.

He understood the danger...

but he also knew
the mines are the lifeblood of Greendale.

And Tommy, he loved our mines.

No, he didn't.

- Boy...
- Tommy hated the mines, Dad.

He only worked there
because you forced him to.

For some stupid family legacy.

You had your turn, Harvey.
You sit down now.

No, Tommy could've gotten out
of this hellhole if it wasn't for you.

But you, you wouldn't let him go,
would you? 'Cause how would that look?

That's it.

Sit down.

I said, sit down!

[grunts]

- [vase shatters]
- [coffin clatters]

[people gasp]

[people murmuring]

Harvey.

[Sabrina] Harvey.

[Harvey panting]

I can't live in that house without him.

I can't live alone with my dad.

I... I'm so sorry, Harvey.

And the worst part is,
I'm the reason he's dead.

- You know that's not true.
- Yes! Yes, it is! 'Brina, look at that!

[Sabrina mutters]

A letter from Notre Dame?

It's an acceptance letter for Tommy.

He applied and got in three years ago.

He could've gone
on a football scholarship, a full ride.

I found it in his room when I was looking
for a photo for the funeral.

I don't understand.

He could've gotten out
of this shitty town,

but he stayed for me to protect me.
I know it.

I k*lled him.

I k*lled my brother.

What am I gonna do?

You're gonna man up,
that's what you're gonna do. [pants]

You think it's okay for you
to embarrass me like that?

In front of the other guys?
To sh*t on Tommy's memory like that?

Let go of him, Mr. Kinkle.

It shouldn't have been Tommy.

- It should've been you.
- I wish it had been me.

- I wish to God it had been me.
- Oh, you sh*t.

- You little pathetic piece of...
- Mr. Kinkle!

This is your son's funeral.

Might we honor his memory
and compose ourselves?

Your guests are leaving.
I suggest you do the same.

[Mr. Kinkle panting]

- Wait. Harvey! Harvey, don't go.
- I need to be alone, 'Brina, please.

Time, Sabrina.

Give him time.

[indistinct chattering]

[Wardwell] Poor Harvey Kinkle.

How will he ever survive in that house,

alone, with that bulldozer of a father?

He won't survive.

Not without his brother, that's the truth.

[sighs]

Ms. Wardwell, my father asked you
to look out for me, and you have.

Now I'm asking for... for more.

For help. And you can't mention
what I'm about to say to my Aunties.

No. Of course I wouldn't.

- Well, what are you thinking?
- I'm thinking...

I keep thinking...

Tommy's body still hasn't been found.

Yes?

So if... he were to...

come back...

there would be some questions,
but not many.

[whispers] "Come back"?

Um...

Are you talking
about a resurrection spell?

You saw Harvey, Ms. Wardwell.
He needs his brother back.

Necromancy is the darkest
and most dangerous of the sacred magics.

It's...

- Well, it's death magic.
- Please, Ms. Wardwell.

I love him.

And as Sabrina, his girlfriend,
I can only do so much.

As Sabrina the witch...

I could... fix this.

If I... If...

If we have... the power
to ease his suffering,

why shouldn't I use it?

Well, for a start, there are rules.

And it's a treacherous business.

Life. Death. The... afterlife.
These are not things to be trifled with.

- Why? Is it that complicated?
- Well, no, actually.

The incantation I have is really
quite simple and yields great results.

I've seen them firsthand.

But you can't.

- I beg you.
- Wait, you have this incantation?

Somewhere in my office,
on the shelves in Baxter High.

A Book of the Dead,
full of all sorts of necromantic rites.

But, Sabrina...
even if you did use this rite,

there's one part of the spell
that's unspeakable.

- Which part?
- I'm loathe to say it out loud.

The spell requires an offering
for the dead to rise.

- Balance out the cosmic forces.
- Oh.

Someone has to die
for Tommy to live again.

An eye for an eye. A life for a life.

But you couldn't cross that line.

You are many things, Sabrina Spellman,
but a k*ller is not one of them.

[doorbell dings]

Father Blackwood!

Sister Zelda.

We've had quite the day here,
but do come in.

I assume you've come for an update
about your wife.

In fact, I'm here to see your nephew.

Brother Ambrose, I am at a loss.

As soon as Lucas spoke to me about you,
I looked into your dossier.

You went to Oxford
and published a book of poetry at .

You painted with the Surrealists,
taught stage magic to Houdini.

My boy, how did you ever end up
as part of a plot to blow up the Vatican?

[stammers] My father d*ed young.
He was k*lled by witch hunters.

I drifted from university to university...

trying to find a father figure.

And then, I found one.

He was brilliant, charismatic,
and devoted to the Dark Lord.

A young Crowley.

And his mission became my mission.

[Faustus sighs]

You were the only witch arrested
for that plot,

but you did not act alone,
Brother Ambrose.

It's true. No, I... [inhales deeply]

I was offered a deal.

Immunity...

if I gave up the names
of my co-conspirators.

But alas, I could not do it.

Well, that offer still stands.

Give me the names of the others
who plotted with you...

and you shall have your freedom.

I will return to hear your decision.

Your Excellency.

If you have a moment,
I wonder if I might bother you.

[whispers]
I'm in need of your spiritual guidance.

It's been some time since I've submitted
to Satanic confession. [inhales deeply]

But I must confess to you now
I fear my family is straying too far

from the Path of Night.

[Faustus] Indeed. [clears throat]

There can be no other recourse
but to prostrate yourself

before the Dark Lord. [clears throat]
Go on.

[sighs]

I've fought to hold the Spellmans
to the mark since Edward's death.

[breathes deeply]
But we're a fallen family.

Half-mortal, house-arrested,
excommunicated.

There are times I feel I'm running
a halfway house for wayward witches.

I'm failing, Father.

[whimpers] Failing the Church of Night.
Failing you.

Unlike the False God...

the Dark Lord accepts our weakness.

He knows we are made of flesh and failure.

This is our nature, Sister Zelda.

I, too, know fear...

and suffering.

Of course you know,
my wife threatened my faith

with her transgression at the lottery.

What's more, while I await
the fate and gender of my children...

Lady Blackwood has...

denied herself to me.

No.

Yes.

Many months now.

To be forsaken, untouched.

That is not the Dark Lord's will...

for any of us.

Faustus.

Zelda.

[Zelda pants]

[frogs ribbit]

[Dorothea whispers] Susie.

Dorothea.

I did what you asked.
I went into the mines.

You did.

You're a very brave boy.

Putnams have always been brave
since this township was founded.

- How did it feel?
- Scary.

But really good, too. [chuckles]

And that... was just the beginning.

[cell phone ringing]

'Brina. Okay, this is gonna sound weird.

Like, really, really weird.

What is?

Okay, I'm just gonna say it.

You remember
when Tommy's casket fell over?

When you went after Harvey,
I picked up Tommy's hard hat.

And while I was holding it... I had...

It was...

Well, it was like a vision.

A flash.

And I know how that sounds.

[Roz]
But one second, I was at the funeral...

[gasps]

[breath trembling]

...and then the next, I was in the mines.

- I saw these two creepy girls.
- [Dorcas and Agatha chuckling]

And they were wearing
old-fashioned dresses with lace collars.

[Sabrina] Just two girls? Not three?

[Roz] Just two.
And they were playing with dolls.

[both laugh]

[laughing continues]

Weird, right?

Yeah, definitely weird.

Okay, Roz, I'm gonna need you
to describe these two girls to me

in as much detail
as you can possibly remember.

Hic ante circulum
appareatis prudentiae, Prudence.

In pulchra figura humana,

and tortuositate aliqua.

[Prudence] That's enough, Sabrina.

You summoned me.

I'm here. What do you want?

Revenge.

I can get behind that. On who?

Your venomous sisters
went after my boyfriend and his brother.

Harvey's alive, but Tommy's dead.

And so are four other mortals.

That's five innocent lives lost
for Dorcas' and Agatha's amusement.

What do you want, Sabrina?

I want Tommy back.

Besides, you owe me
from when I saved you from Lady Blackwood.

And I have a plan.

Agatha! Dorcas!

[both] What's wrong, Sabrina?
Hi, Prudence.

Admit the truth, right now!

Did you cause the mine collapse
that k*lled Tommy Kinkle?

You think we carried out blood atonement?
Against an avowed witch hunter?

For the m*rder of a familiar?

I guess anything's possible.

Blood will have blood.

You see? They admit it.

Is that what you were plotting, sisters?

When you claimed to be thanking
the Dark Lord for my salvation?

You'd gone soft, Prudence.

Something had to be done.

[Sabrina] Since there was nothing natural
about Tommy's death,

then one of you b*tches is gonna help me
balance the scales.

A life for a life.

So, who's it gonna be?

- You don't have the guts to k*ll anyone.
- She may not.

But I do.

How dare you act without my permission.

Now, which one of you was the mastermind?
Or would you rather burn together?

It was Agatha.

It was all her idea.
I didn't even want to do it.

Is that true?

I'm just sorry
the other Kinkle boy didn't die, too.

- [Agatha gasps]
- [people gasp]

Bring them to the woods tonight, Prudence.

Agatha will pay the debt she owes.

m*rder and resurrection, Sabrina?

You've gone dark.

There are no limits to what I would do
to help the ones I love.

[Nicholas] What time?

Can I watch?

You're talking necromancy, right?

Well, there's no way I'm gonna miss that,
so, what time?

- What woods?
- Midnight.

In the clearing by the creek bed.

- Prudence, I'm your sister.
- Not tonight you aren't.

- You'll need a Book of the Dead.
- I'll get one.

[hinges creaking]

[door creaks open]

[door closes]

And the child takes another step...

on the road to perdition.

[Agatha mumbling]

I can't believe you're doing this
to Agatha. She's our sister.

Leave, if you want,
but if you stay, Dorcas,

shut your mouth,
or we'll sacrifice you, too.

[Nicholas] As a student of necromancy,

I strongly advise that you recite the text
word for word.

The slightest deviation
and we could all wind up dead.

There are three stages
to the Rite of Resurrection.

First...

we invoke the hounds.

"Hounds of Heaven,
Hounds of Hell, Hounds of Earth,

Guardians of the Door,

we summon thee
to help us resurrect the fallen son."

[all chanting] Nos si vocare te.
Nos si vocare te.

Nos si vocare te. Nos si vocare te.

[hounds barking and growling]

Unholy sh*t, it's working.

[whimpers]

The second stage,
we must open the door between worlds.

"We bow before the Door
that divides the World of the Living

from the World of the Dead.

With humble gratitude,
we ask that it be opened."

[all chanting] Aperi ianuam.

Aperi ianuam.

Aperi ianuam.

Aperi ianuam.

[wind whooshes]

[softly] Wait for it.

[heavy chains unlocking]

[gate creaking]

The door's open.

[Sabrina]
The third and final stage, the Sacrifice.

[Prudence]
Would you like to do the honors?

With pleasure.

[Agatha whimpers]

[Agatha breathing heavily]

Remember, you brought this upon yourself.

Unholiest of Spirits,
we offer thee a life for a life!

O mighty Dark Lord...

- [chanting] Vita est vita.
- ...by whom all is set afire,

thy power be thy path, thy will my desire.

Vita est vita.

Sabrina... are you sure about this?

I have to be.

[Agatha gasps]

''The Hounds invoked."

[all] "The Door opened.

The price paid in blood.

Thomas Kinkle, we entreat thee.

Rise.

Rise.

Rise!"

[wind whooshes]

What now?

We wait. Thirteen minutes.

Time enough for all the traces
of the witch's soul to leave the body.

And then?

We bury her.

[Nicholas, Prudence breathing heavily]

- [body thumps]
- [Prudence sighs]

- Cover her all the way up.
- Why are we burying her here?

Why not just leave her in the woods?

[Prudence sighs] Shut up and dig.

Sabrina.

Oh, crap.

Necromancy, Sabrina?
This is the stupidest,

the most irresponsible thing
you have ever done.

What would give you the idea to do
something like this in the first place?

- The Monkey's Paw, for Lucifer's sake?
- Harvey was broken, Ambrose.

I had to do something.

Yes, yes, you've mucked about

with the most potent,
wicked forces that exist.

Much more powerful
than the Dark Lord.

- I'm talking about Death, cousin.
- I followed the ritual to the letter.

Then what are you and your friends
doing in our Cain Pit?

The rite demanded that someone be k*lled
so that Tommy would come back.

Agatha was that someone.

But, the ritual didn't mention anything
about the m*rder*d sacrifice

having to stay dead.

Why must you always insist...

that the universe grant you
special privileges?

You've upset the natural order.
You do realize that, don't you?

That there are rules.
There is no cheating fate.

What's the point of being a witch
if I can't help the ones I love?

You've crossed a line this time.
No, no... No, you've completely erased it.

There's no reason to think
that the spell will fail.

[thumping from under the ground]

[sighs] And that would be Agatha.

Right on schedule. See?

Everything's going according to plan.

Infamous last words, cousin.

[Ambrose sighs]

Thirteen hours, Ambrose.

Tommy will be back.

You'll see.

[Sabrina sighs]

Everything will be okay in hours.

[coughing]

[Agatha inhales deeply, coughs]

[Agatha panting]

Welcome back, sister.

[retches, inhales deeply]

Where am I?

Where was I?

So you didn't k*ll her?

We did, but only because Sabrina
had a plan to bring Agatha back.

You, Sister Agatha, were dead.
For minutes.

Now you're back.

Actions have consequences.

By k*lling those mortals
so helter-skelter,

you risked exposing us.

Imagine if my father found out.

You'd still be in the ground right now.

So...

I'll thank you...

to never take such an action
without my explicit permission again.

[birds chirping]

You look a delight this morning, sister!

[chuckles softly]
The season agrees with me, Hilda.

I'm off to work.
I love saying that. "Work!" [chuckles]

You don't need to set the table
for me tonight,

'cause, you know, I might be late again.
[chuckles softly]

Okay.

So what are you, uh...
What are you gonna get up to today?

I believe the... High Priest is calling.

- [crows cawing]
- [clock ticking]

[Roz] You good, 'Brina?

You keep looking at the clock.

Oh yeah, Roz. Just, uh...

Just waiting for the bell to ring.

But I was gonna say, WICCA hosting
a fundraiser is a great idea.

- [Roz sighs]
- [Sabrina] Great idea.

[Roz] I mean, it's the least we can do
for the miners and their families.

For us, it's over.
But for them, it just goes on and on.

- Yeah, it's awful.
- [Roz sighs]

[students chattering]

So, uh... Roz?

That vision... you had.

My Nana Ruth...
said that when she went blind...

she started having these visions,
all the time.

Things that she couldn't possibly
have seen.

Things that had happened...

things that were going to happen.

The craziest part?

Nana says our blindness is a curse.

This might just be the dementia talking,

but she believes
that one of our ancestors crossed a witch.

I know. [chuckles]

And that that witch
cursed her with blindness,

and that that curse has been passed down
through the Walker women for generations.

And the visions?

The cunning, she calls it.

An extra sense we develop as we go blind.

I told you it was crazy. [sighs]

[clock ticking]

Ambrose, my dear boy.

Have you reached a decision?

I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but I cannot
give up the names of my co-conspirators.

I'm very happy to hear that.

Integrity, honor, loyalty.

These are traits we should prize
in the Church of Night.

[Ambrose exhales]

I cannot lift your sentence entirely,
but I can lessen it.

Come work for me
at the Academy of Unseen Arts.

The tribunal will allow it
as a form of community service.

Then, together, you and I will work
towards your pardon and complete freedom.

[Zelda]
Faustus, I need to speak with you at once.

And in private.

[door closes]

[Faustus] What does this mean?

"Snips and snails," Faustus.

The results are promising.

The Dark Lord has likely honored you...
[inhales sharply]

...with boys.

[Zelda puts the box down]

Twin sons?

To carry out
the Blackwood legacy together.

Praise Satan, you are truly blessed!

I fear you forget yourself, Sister Zelda.

But I thank you for your... service.

- But, Faustus, the other day...
- Yes.

You confessed certain things to me,
certain weaknesses I felt as well.

I was remiss in not assigning you penance.

- Penance?
- Flagellation, Sister.

To strengthen the body and will.
Thirty lashes should suffice.

I assume you have a cat o' nine tails?

I do... somewhere.

Good. We'll do it here, then.
Your door has a lock, I presume.

It does, but...

I don't understand.

You will flagellate me,
and then I will flagellate you.

And together,
we will suffer in exquisite...

ecstasy.

How does that sound?

- [moaning] Entirely appropriate.
- Hmm.

[students chattering]

[sighs]

[Sabrina] Harvey.

You're back.

Yeah. Mostly to get away from my dad.

Everyone's acting weird.
Treating me different, like...

now I'm that kid
whose brother d*ed in the mines.

Don't give up hope just yet, Harvey.

You never know. A miracle could happen.

[Harvey sighs]

I don't know, 'Brina.

If it hasn't happened yet...

[sighs]

[sighs]

[Ambrose whistling
"When the Saints Go Marching In"]

Oh, Sweet Hell.
What happened with Tommy?

Nothing happened, Ambrose.

[sighs] It's been over hours,

- and it didn't work.
- [chuckles]

Consider it a blessing.

I went back to the woods
and the effigy was just lying there.

What do you mean, back to the woods?

No, the soul returns to the body...
wherever that is.

- What? But the rite didn't say...
- [sighs heavily]

You're playing with life and death

and you don't even know
the basics, cousin!

Oh, my gosh.

He's at the mines.

[loud thumping on door]

[thumping continues heavily]

[theme music playing]

[man] Brett, move your head.