02x05 - Chapter Sixteen: Blackwood

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Girls.

What's the meaning of this?

Forgive us, Father, but we three
shared a dream you must hear.

So you barge into my bedchamber?

With the Anti-Pope's visit and
your marriage to Zelda Spellman upon us,

I feared delaying even a moment.

Speak, then. What did you dream of?

We saw an altar,

a coffin,

and much bloodshed.

Beware.

Beware the Spellmans, Father.

The Spellmans will be the undoing
of the Blackwoods.

Have no fear, girls.

The Spellmans
are in my thrall and at my mercy.

Now go to bed.

And dream no more of blood. Hm?

Father.

After the wedding,

will Zelda Spellman take your name?

Not this again.
Of course she will, Prudence.

And will Sabrina be a Blackwood?

Never.

She has as little claim
to the name as...

well, you.

Now go to bed.

Indeed, Stolas.

It is time to push our little half-breed
further towards the Dark Lord's prophecy.

Quite right.

Just as Sabrina performed an exorcism
and a resurrection

in perversion of the Nazarene's miracle,

she must now bring down the temple.

Why, the Church of Night, of course.

And I have got just the thing
to set the bricks a-tumbling.

Oh, Stolas.

I do so love stirring the cauldron.

Mary?

Oh, I thought I heard you
talking to someone.

No, Adam, dearest. It's just me.

Go back to bed.

I'll be in shortly.

This wedding will be the re-making
of the Spellman family.

The Anti-Pope, the Unholy Papal himself,
is traveling from Rome,

the Vatican Necropolis,
to marry Faustus and I.

What an honor the Dark Lord
has bestowed on us.

In two days, I shall, forever more,
be Mrs. Zelda Spellman-Blackwood.

I only wish I could be there,
see you down the aisle.

Oh, stop bleating, Hilda.

I told you, I'm going to speak to Faustus
about lifting your excommunication.

After all, you have your duties
as my maid of dishonor to carry out.

Otherwise, they fall to Sabrina,

who's been unusually quiet
these last few days.

- If you can't say anything nice...
- Hm?

I mean, putting aside the fact that
you clearly don't love Father Blackwood...

Love?

- You're 16, what do you know about love?
- But you don't even trust him.

Sabrina, in less than 48 hours,

I will be the wife of the High Priest,
whether you approve or not.

You better run, you little prick.

- Ambrose!
- Leave Salem alone.

How many times...

I will, as soon as
he regurgitates Leviathan.

- Salem didn't eat your familiar, Ambrose.
- Yeah, then where is he?

Probably in the walls with the other mice.

Look. Don't you think you're really upset
about Luke?

It's normal, my love,
to grieve for those you've lost.

I didn't get to say goodbye to him,
Auntie.

And now, it's as if Luke
simply ceased to exist.

Enough talk of death.

I'm getting married.

Only smiles this week.

I only said what we were all thinking.

Still, it's pretty cool that your aunt
is getting married by the Anti-Pope.

I mean, most witches never even get
to meet the Anti-Pope.

I'm afraid to even ask, but...

Okay, so, every coven
has a High Priest, right?

Well, above all of them is the Anti-Pope,

who presides over the Witches' Council,

deciding witch laws and witches' policy...

Oh, so he decides the rules
I'm always breaking.

Essentially, yes,
but the current Anti-Pope, Enoch,

he was a big fan of your...

Uh... Sabrina?

Nick.

Up there, look.

Who... Who is that?

I think that's the ghost of my father.

That's your...

- That's Edward Spellman?
- Stay here, okay?

Dad?

How are you here?

I came to warn you.

About what?

Faustus Blackwood.

He brought down the plane
that k*lled your mother and I.

He m*rder*d us, Sabrina.

You must stop Zelda from marrying him,
or he'll do the same to her.

- Dad, wait.
- Protect my sister and avenge my death.

Finish the work that I started.
Before it's too late.

What do you mean, Dad, what work?

My manifesto.

Oh...

Wardwell...

And bring down the temple she shall.

Constance?

Sister Spellman?

I came to ask a favor of you, Sister.

Oh, I've got so much to do
before the wedding, Prudence.

I am the High Priest's daughter by blood,
yet he denies me the Blackwood name.

I'm not sure what you expect me to do.

Entreat the High Priest on my behalf.

Ask him to give me what is mine
by right of birth.

Prudence.

Sister, please.

When you needed help to spirit away
Father Blackwood's newborn daughter,

did I not give it readily?

And have I not kept
your secret faithfully?

Auntie?

I'll speak to the High Priest,
but no promises.

Hey, Prudence.

- What was she doing here?
- Never you mind.

And I can tell from your expression.

What unnecessary drama
are you cooking up now?

As a matter of fact, Auntie,
we do need to have a family meeting.

And then he told me that
Father Blackwood was responsible

for his and my mother's m*rder.

Edward told you this?

My brother,
who's been dead for 16 years.

- His ghost.
- Oh, spirits do love a witch wedding.

There is an awful lot of hauntings
when someone's getting married.

There was an independent inquiry conducted
by the Council when your parents d*ed.

They concluded that the plane crash was
the result of mechanical engine failure.

Nothing more than that.
It was a horrible, tragic accident.

Your ghost is ill-informed.

My father also told me
that I was to finish his work.

He mentioned a manifesto.

Oh, yeah, Edward did have one of those,
do you remember?

I read an early draft.

Romantic musings about
mortal-witch intermingling, nothing more.

Why are you dismissing
everything I say, Aunt Zelda?

I don't know, something to do with
the fact you were sitting in a bar

drinking absinthe in the middle of the day
when you had this visitation.

Now, this conversation is closed.

And consider your
bridesmaid's duties rescinded.

Zelda, stop it.

As for ghosts, the only specter
I'm worried about is Constance Blackwood.

What do you mean?

I saw her in the cemetery,
wandering amongst the gravestones

- with malicious intent, no doubt.
- Ooh.

Much like Sabrina.

Hilda, as my maid of dishonor,
would you please handle it?

Yes!

Ooh! Constance Blackwood, eh?
I have not trapped a ghost for ages!

So, no one is worried about
what my dad's ghost told me?

Not until I hear it
straight from the horse's mouth.

Do send Edward my way
if he appears to you again, won't you?

And feel free
to invite him to the wedding.

Sabrina, I think you might be right

about Father Blackwood.

I had a horrible Tarot reading in which
he ordered me to m*rder all of you.

- What?
- And there's more.

Blackwood inducted me into a... a club.
A secret society.

We meet tonight,
ahead of the Anti-Pope's arrival.

Well, what kind of club?

Warlocks only. An elite group.
I don't really know.

Well, you have to find out.
We have to find out everything.

It's... It's like the High Priest
is preying on our family.

I mean, first, my mom and dad,

if my father's ghost
is to be believed,

then you.

And now he wants to marry my Aunt Zelda?

Too much is constellating around
this wedding to be a coincidence.

What piece does the Anti-Pope play?

Unclear.

But I know someone who can
help me put the pieces together.

I see.

And your father's ghost
told you all of this?

That Father Blackwood
m*rder*d him and your mother?

Yes.

And he also mentioned
a manifesto of some kind.

Well, I'll be damned.

Ms. Wardwell, you were his secretary,
what do you remember about that time?

Well, I...

There was an inquiry
immediately after the crash, the...

very definition of a whitewash.

You know who ordered it
and reviewed its findings, of course?

Father Blackwood.

But why would he k*ll my parents?

Was it just so he could ascend
to the office of High Priest?

And what work did my father
leave behind, unfinished?

Your mother and father
were bound for Rome.

More accurately,
the Vatican Necropolis beneath Rome.

He was to meet with the Anti-Pope
and deliver his manifesto.

A bold doctrine
to reform the Church of Night.

But they never made it there.

They were k*lled.

Because of the manifesto?

A traditionalist like Blackwood
would do anything

to stop Edward
from presenting it to the Anti-Pope.

What was in the manifesto?
You must have kept a copy.

No, there was only one. Edward's.

And now, it's somewhere
at the bottom of the ocean.

Where?
I mean, uh... where did the plane go down?

Somewhere over the...

Devil's Triangle.

Ms. Wardwell, what if I could retrieve
my father's manifesto,

and get it in front of the Anti-Pope?

Well, then your parents
would not have d*ed in vain.

Okay, well, I might not be able to stop my
Aunt Zelda from marrying Father Blackwood,

but... maybe I can at least
finish my father's life's work.

Ah.

Brother Madchen next to Brother Lovecraft.
Good.

- And Brother Barker?
- Ah.

Table ten. Away from Brother Bierce.

And, um...

Sister Shirley Jackson?

She seems to have... ah, fallen...

Yes, it would appear so, wouldn't it?

Quite right.

Shirley's a nag.

Faustus, I have a request.

My sister was, as you know,
excommunicated.

She witnessed a Catholic baptism.

But Hilda has been atoning
these last few months,

and I believe she is ready to return
to the Church of Night's embrace.

For your sake, Zelda,

I will reverse
your sister's excommunication.

I assume she'll be keeping you company
the night before the wedding,

as is customary?

Should you be... visited.

Ah... At the risk of straining
your mercy and generosity,

I wonder if you would allow me
one more appeal.

On behalf of your daughter, Prudence.

Who was that earlier?

Hm? Oh, uh...

I was just helping one of my students.

Sabrina Spellman.

You've always been
dedicated to your students, Mary.

It's one of the many, many things
I love about you.

Let's do it.

Let's finally set a date and get married.

Married?

No, the water pressure
won't crush him, Salem.

Nick says he can hold his breath
for four minutes.

That's...
That's longer than Houdini, even.

Yes, I am well aware of
how vast the ocean is, thank you.

- Twelve seconds to spare.
- Nick!

- Hey, babe.
- Are you okay? Is that the manifesto?

It is.

Had to fight off a giant squid for it,
but anything for you.

Sabri... Oh!

Hm. Erm...

Er... It's just...
it's after dark, my love.

Er... If you could just come and be bait
for Lady Constance.

And you can put a shirt on!

♪ Lavender blue, dilly-dilly ♪

♪ Lavender green ♪

♪ If I were queen, dilly-dilly ♪

♪ I'd need a king ♪

Zelda Spellman, the shame of you.

If you go through with this wedding,

I will haunt you and your loved ones
until the end of days.

No more threats, Lady Blackwood.

Poor spirits.

You're like moths, aren't you?

Can't resist a lit candle
and a bit of black lace, can you?

Now, then.

I have this lovely tin box

and it's filled with
sanctified grave dirt.

That will hold you nice and tightly
for all of eternity, Lady Blackwood.

Although, it shall not be comfortable.

Or you can tell us why you are
so Hell-bent on hurting my sister.

Zelda Spellman k*lled me, stole my babies,

and now she means to steal my husband.

That's simply not true.

Zelda did everything
she could to try to save you.

Ask Prudence Night, she was there.

What put such nasty thoughts in your head?

You and Zelda always got on.

Sister Jackson.

She loosened my grave and told me so.

Oh, Shirley.

She had it in for Zelda since day one.

Now she's gettin' a ghost
to do her dirty work.

Never mind her now.

You must be exhausted, Lady Blackwood.

I... I am... so very tired.

Come on, then. Sit yourself down.

It's time that you slept, my darling.

For good.

Somnum sempiternum.

And RIP.

We meet tonight
in this place he loved so dearly,

to pay tribute to our
fallen brother Lucas Chalfant.

Hail Satan! Hail Lucas!

Hail Satan! Hail Lucas!

Tomorrow, upon the Anti-Pope's arrival,

I will present His Most Unholiness

with our New Testament,

the tenets of which you already know -
the Five Facets of Judas.

One. The Sons of Satan
are the heirs of the Earth.

Take what thou wilt, as is your right,
by fire, blood, or deceit.

Hail Satan!

Two. Mortals are the swine of the Earth.

We must not lay with them.

Hail Satan!

Three. The Sons of Satan
are the swineherds of man.

Hail Satan!

Four. As Lilith served Satan,
so must witches serve warlocks.

Hail Satan!

And five. Warlocks shall claim dominion

in the Church of Night
just as their Father rules over Hell.

Hail Satan!

Prepare yourselves for the morrow, boys.

And fear nothing.

Dismissed.

Brother Ambrose, a word.

As you know,
the Anti-Pope is journeying to Greendale,

and will spend the night before my wedding
at the Academy, in the residence.

I want you, personally, to guard
His Unholiness during his visit.

Me, guard the Anti-Pope?

Only the most loyal can be trusted.

That would have been Lucas.

Now, in his place,

it is you.

I won't let you down, Your Excellency.

I've arranged it
with Faustus, Hilda.

- Hm?
- You're back in the Church of Night.

Just in time to fulfill

your duties
as maid of dishonor.

Oh! Ooh, I've already begun! Yeah.

I've sent Lady Blackwood's ghost
back to whence it came.

Oh? Have you dispatched with her
so quickly?

I did.
It turns out, she's not the real villain.

No, that is Sister Jackson.

Shirley? Again?

Yeah.

I swear, I should've let her jump
to her death when I had the chance.

No, don't you fret about it,

because she and I are gonna have us
some tea and biscuits

and sort our differences once and for all.

I appreciate that, Hilda, but there's
one more duty that falls to you.

The most important responsibility
as maid of dishonor.

Tomorrow evening,
before Faustus and I are wed,

will you attend me?

At least until the Dark Lord arrives?

If He arrives?

As you wish.

Do you...

Do you really think
the Dark Lord's gonna visit?

I wouldn't presume
to second-guess Him, but...

I must be ready for the possibility.

After all, it is our Dark Lord's
divine right to visit any bride-to-be

the night before her witch wedding and...

claim her for Himself.

Yes.

I... I will be there.

Whatever you need, sister.

It's my father's manifesto, Ambrose.

In it, he lists his five basic laws.
Prepare yourself, they're shocking.

"First. As mortals are
the God-spawn of the Earth,

so witches are the Hell-spawn.

They share a common home and destiny."

"Second. Not only may
witch-kind lay with, love with,

and live amongst the mortals,
it is their sacred prerogative."

"Third. As Lilith was
the mother of demons,

so all witches must be revered as
the matriarchs of the Church of Night."

"Fourth. Magic is
the Dark Lord's gift to witches.

It can and should be used
for pleasure, for gain,

and to satiate the senses."

"And fifth. Only the true union
of mortals and their witch brethren

will bring the Era of the Morningstar."

Huh.

Bloody hell.

My parents were flying to meet with
the Anti-Pope to present these tenets

in the hopes of reforming
the Church of Night.

We think Father Blackwood
m*rder*d them before they could do that.

Please say you believe me, Ambrose.

Uh... I...

do.

And, Cousin, we're in the middle
of an uncanny confluence.

Earlier tonight,
at a meeting with the Judas Society,

I heard, for the first time,
Blackwood's tenets.

His is a... a regressive
and misogynistic reformation.

Back to the old, old ways.

And tomorrow, in a private audience
with the Anti-Pope,

he plans to present his manifesto
to Our Unholiness.

Ambrose, we need to stop Blackwood.

As luck would have it, I will be stationed
outside of Blackwood's office

during the meeting.

Part of my duties as an official guard.

Perfect.

If I can get in there and present
my father's doctrine

as an alternative to Blackwood's,

we could derail the High Priest's efforts
to regress the Church of Night,

and, Satan willing, the wedding itself!

Your Most Unholy, you honor us.

Yes, I know.

Faustus, this must be your betrothed,
Zelda.

Welcome, Father of Fathers.

Oh, my, she is sumptuous.

My, my, my.

Well, rise, Sister.

You please both Satan and myself.

Do take me inside.

This way, Pater.

Sister Zelda,
did you speak with my father?

I did. Not good news.

He won't budge.
I'm sorry, Prudence. I tried.

Thank you, Father.

And this is Nicholas Scratch,
Your Eminence.

A very fine and promising warlock.

It pleases me, Faustus, to see such firm
and potent youths among our dark ranks.

And who is this little bird?

- Perhaps we should...
- Sabrina Spellman, Your Disgrace.

Spellman?

Oh.

Child.

Your father was a great,
learned High Priest

and a terrifyingly skilled warlock.

Thank you, Your Unholiness.

Sadly, he perished before we could
meet and discuss his philosophies.

But I've often wondered
where they might have led us.

Hm?

With your permission, Father of Fathers,

my boys and I would like to give you
a tour of the Academy.

This way.

Aren't you going to introduce me, Father?

Yes, Faustus.

Who is this fine, supple witch?

Oh, this is Prudence Night.

One of the gutter orphans
the Academy fosters.

Come, Your Unholiness,
let me show you the rest of our school.

Hm.

Now then, Sister Jackson.

I wanted to talk about Zelda.

Oh, please help yourself
to a biscuit or two.

What about your sister?

Why did you conjure the ghost
of Lady Blackwood to haunt her?

Oh!

- She's been haunted, has she?
- Hm.

These are delicious.
What are they, almond?

Mm.

Why do you hate her so?

It's not only Zelda,
it's your brother, Edward.

Well... What... What's he done?

When we were all in the Academy together,

he threw me over
for that mortal tramp, Diana.

Then they d*ed, which was right and just.

And I rose in the Church of Night's ranks.

But then Zelda comes in,
she starts to teach,

she catches the eye of the High Priest.

No, I won't have a Spellman
ascend over me, sorry.

Oh.

So, in actuality, you're a...

...selfish and petty and jealous bitch.

Poor Hilda.

Always standing in her sister's shadow,
being put down by her,

being k*lled by her.

Why don't we work together

and make all her hair fall out?

Oh, Shirley, Shirley...

So...

So, folks...

folks tend to get
the wrong impression of me.

- They always think I'm meek and mild.
- Hm.

You know, always the bridesmaid,
never the bride.

Story of my life. And, oh, for sure,

I mean, here I am, you know,
playing Zelda's maid of dishonor.

But I'm gonna... I'm gonna tell you
a little tiny secret about me.

I love my sister.

But, yes, she slays me.
What are you gonna do?

That's just family, you know?

But as Satan is my witness...

if you hurt my family,

there will be Heaven to pay.

Threatening me, Hilda?

Oh!

You should know.

Ever since Zelda put
that earworm in my head,

I've been wearing a protection that
guards me against all magical att*cks.

I... I would assume nothing less, my love.

That's why you're eating
those almond cookies.

'Cause almond hides the taste of cyanide,
you know.

Oops.

That'll bruise.

Mm.

Let me understand you, Faustus.
You're suggesting a summit.

A gathering of all the Churches of
Darkness to review our universal laws?

There hasn't been a referendum
for over a century, Father of Fathers.

Though your predecessor, Edward Spellman,
made the same request of me.

- Hm.
- There is wisdom in this notion.

But who, in your mind,
would lead this summit?

In addition to hosting the conference,

I'd present my Judas Society's
five tenets, outlined here,

which would return all of the
Churches of Darkness to our former glory..

Father Blackwood.

Father of Fathers.

Forgive me, Father Blackwood,
there was no stopping her.

So, young Ms. Spellman!

It's wonderful that we should meet again.

With your face so fresh and pure.

It pleases me greatly.

What can we do for you, Sabrina?

As I was getting ready for your visit,
Your Unholiness,

I was going through
my late father's belongings

and I found a copy of his manifesto
that he was planning to give you.

- Ah.
- Impossible.

Why would that be impossible,
Father Blackwood?

As you look toward the future
of the Churches of Darkness,

I thought you would appreciate
my father's ideas and ideologies,

given how fond you were of him.

Your Unholy Eminence,

- forgive this girl's insolence.
- Please, Your Unholiness.

Will you read my father's words?

I will retire to my chambers
and consider both doctrines.

The Dark Lord will reveal

which one, if any,

will be worthy enough
to put before the Council.

We don't have to discuss it, of course,

but I thought you wanted us
to get married.

I'm sure that was true, once,
but you've been gone so long, and...

Well, I've... I've changed inside.

I'm... not the same woman anymore.

And have you really, ever, really thought,
about what a marriage is?

Oh, it's two people
declaring their love for each other,

for the world to celebrate.

It's a blessing.

For the man, perhaps,
but if it really were a blessing,

truly a desirable state, would we need
to dress it up with lace, silk, and frill?

Litter the bride's path with rose petals?

No, but we do,

because marriage
is a walk down the primrose path

towards a woman's destruction.

It's nothing less than the complete
obliteration of a woman's personhood.

It takes everything from her.

Her body, her independence,

even her soul,

and gives nothing in return.

Nothing she'd want, at any rate.

Those are my true feelings about marriage.

So you see, it's quite impossible
for me to imagine a scenario

in which we're ever married, Adam.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm not.

The truth is,
marriage doesn't matter to me.

The only thing that matters is you.

And if... someone has hurt you...

Mary, in the past,

or while I was gone,

and that's why
you're having these feelings,

I promise, I'll never hurt you.

He was...

He... He was cruel to me, Adam.

He was only ever cruel.

Spellman, you've gotta calm down.

My father charged me with
putting a stop to Father Blackwood, Nick,

and I'm failing him.

Sabrina.

Look, you've done all you can.

Okay? We retrieved your father's manifesto
from the bottom of the ocean

and you delivered it right into the hands
of the Anti-Pope himself.

He's probably reading it right now.

And by the morning, who knows?

There might be some good news.

Are you sure about that?

The one thing I am sure about, Sabrina,

is that, for the next few hours
at least, all we can do is sit tight.

I'm too wired to sleep.

Who said anything about sleeping?

I mean, your aunts and Ambrose
are at the Academy.

We're home alone, in this big house,

just the two of us.

Oh, you think you're so smooth,
Nicholas Scratch.

Yeah? And what do you think?

I think you're all right.

Just all right? Huh?

No, my son, the Spellmans will not prove
our undoing, as the Weird Sisters dreamt.

To that end, we cannot risk
that His Unholiness

might choose Edward's manifesto
over our own.

Providentially, I have planned ahead,

and contingencies are in place.

So sleep calmly, Judas,

for tonight...

...there will be blood.

And tomorrow, there shall be glory.

Yes.

Hail Satan.

Hail Judas.

I'll be right back,
my love.

The Dark Lord.

The temple has yet to fall.

The mortal is a distraction.

Get rid of him, Lilith.

Of course.

You belong to me, and only me.

What the Heaven was that?

That was my stomach.

It's been rumbling all night, sorry.

Any louder and you'll wake the Anti-Pope.

It's our funeral
if that pervert does wake up.

Huh? Uh...

Why, oh, why am I suddenly
craving a cheese sandwich?

What time is it, Hilda?

Surely the Dark Lord
would've come by now if He were coming.

There is nothing
to be scared about tonight.

- I'm not scared in the least.
- I know!

It is the greatest honor
to be visited by the Dark Lord.

He only picks the most devout brides
to... christen on their wedding eve.

Then there's no more devout a witch
than you, Zelda Spellman.

Hm.

And... He may not visit.

And that's okay, too.

Perhaps you're right, Hilda.

Perhaps the Dark Lord won't come.

He hath come for me.

I...

I'll just slip on out, then.

Prudence.

Zelda?

Who's that screaming to wake the dead?

Dorcas?

Dorcas? Dorcas?
What's the meaning of this?

He's dead!

- Faustus?
- Ambrose! Oh!

Villains!
You assassinated His Unholy Eminence!

- No! No! Father, please!
- Faustus!

Faustus!

- No! Let him speak first!
- Faustus!

Lanucae magicae!

Find the traitor!

♪ I don't want to have to wait ♪

♪ Just meet me at the gate ♪

Ambrose? What happened?

- He's dead.
- Who's dead?

I was guarding his chambers
and there was blood.

Oh, dear Lucifer, the Anti-Pope is dead,
and I don't remember how or why or who!

It was... It wasn't me.
You have to believe me.

No, no, no, of course.
You're not capable of such a thing.

Find the traitor!

- Find the traitor!
- They're coming for me.

Blackwood and the Judas boys
will m*rder me.

Nick, get Ambrose someplace safe.
Go, go now. I'll stall as long as I can.

Where is he?
Where is the m*rder*r, Ambrose Spellman?

m*rder*r? What are you talking about?

- Sabrina, is he here?
- What? No, I haven't seen him.

- Aunties, what's happened?
- Search the house! Turn it upside down!

Bring me the head of Ambrose Spellman!

Where's the traitor?

You don't really think Ambrose k*lled
the Anti-Pope, do you, Aunt Zee?

He was covered in blood,
dagger in hand,

and when confronted,
he spirited himself away.

Yes, because he thought Father Blackwood
was gonna slaughter him.

Like he had the other boys.

Aunt Zelda, this is Ambrose.

Cousin Ambrose.

Our Ambrose.

Yes. The very same Ambrose
who plotted to blow up the Vatican.

There is no trace of him.

Come, Zelda,
we must return to the Academy.

Tomorrow will be all the more challenging.

Wait, you're not going through
with the wedding, are you?

The Church of Night needs
strong leadership right now.

The hunt for Ambrose Spellman will
continue and so, too, will our wedding.

But surely the circumstances...

It is Our Dark Lord's will, Zelda.

We shall wed, following the funeral
of His Most Unholy Eminence.

A joint wedding and funeral?

Hail Satan! Hail Judas!

Hail Satan! Hail Judas!

Come back as often as you like, boys.

I adore men in uniforms.

But I told you before,

Ambrose Spellman is not here.

Come on. Okay. Let's go.

Search it.

You can come out now. They're gone.

That is a nifty trick.
Hiding in your own portrait.

It's hell in there.

Literally.

But Nick's a friend, so...

Ambrose, you don't look well.

I don't feel so...

Ambrose. Ambrose. There, there.

- I...
- You're all right. You're all right.

I'll get you a drink.

You're all right, Ambrose.

Leviathan?

Oh, dear Satan.

The damn mouse was never missing,

he climbed inside me.

Why?

To control you, perhaps.

Not all puppets
wear their strings on the outside.

Leviathan was a gift
from Father Blackwood.

Then I believe it was he
who k*lled the Anti-Pope.

You, I'm surmising,
were merely his instrument.

He loves his boys, Blackwood,
until he doesn't.

What do you mean?

Every warlock I've known to get
close to Blackwood winds up dead.

- Luke.
- Luke?

You think Father Blackwood
m*rder*d Luke?

I think it's quite possible.

And now, you.

Except I'm not dead yet, Gray.

And I'm not about to roll over, either.

No. In fact...

I'm going to k*ll Father Blackwood.

For Luke.

For all that is unholy.

Sabrina.

Nick, where's Ambrose?

Someplace safe. It's probably best
if you don't know where.

- Did Blackwood call off the wedding?
- No. He's forcing it to happen.

Combining it with the Anti-Pope's funeral.

I'm so sorry, Sabrina.
You did everything you could.

Oh, I'm not giving up now.

There's no way I'm letting
my parents' death go unavenged.

And I won't let my Aunt Zelda get
caught up or crushed by that man either.

What's the plan?

Hamlet.

Are we resurrecting him?

In the play, Hamlet's uncle Claudius kills
his father to marry his mother Gertrude.

To reveal Claudius as the villain,

Hamlet puts on a play in front of Claudius
that re-enacts the m*rder.

Did it work?

No.

But Hamlet wasn't a warlock,
and he didn't know about glamour spells.

- I think I'm following you.
- It's our last chance, Nick.

A Hail Malphas pass
to expose the High Priest,

clear Ambrose's name,
and stop my Aunt Zelda's wedding.

Patricide, Prudence?

Patricide!

For why, child?

If I don't get to be a Blackwood,

then neither should you be one.

Last night, I realized
you'd stop at nothing

to claim what you think is yours.

Your ambition knows no bounds.

And that is how I know you are, at heart,

a Blackwood.

Go and dress for the ceremony...

and look your best.

I'll need family by my side
at the Unholy Altar today.

Henceforth,
you shall be known to all as...

Prudence Blackwood.

Witches, warlocks,
let us mourn Enoch of Antioch,

our Father of Fathers.

I loved His Eminence,

but I love the Church of Night more.

And so, we must turn our thoughts
to gladder subjects.

As His Unholy Eminence is...

no longer able to perform
the marriage rite,

I shall conduct my own marriage
to Sister Zelda Spellman.

In the name of Satan, I call forth

the demons who rule marriage and lust.

Astaroth, Furfur, Hathor, and Ishtar.

Saleous, Uvall, and Vassage.

Be here and forge this union
like fire forges the blade.

Demons of the deep,

accept this gift of blood.

My bride and I
will fortify our physical bodies

with the blood of this sacrificed being.

The hand of my bride

will now be sheathed with mine

under the skin of a mortal.

Hilda.

Now, Sister Zelda,

in the name of Satan,
you shall respect me,

obey me, and submit to me.

As Lilith served Satan,
so will you serve me.

You will forsake all others,

lift me up, and exalt me for all eternity.

And now, by the unholy power
invested in me...

m*rder*r!

- Edward?
- Impossible.

It is I, Edward Spellman, returned.

And I, Diana Spellman, returned.

I accuse Faustus Blackwood,

who brought down the plane
that took our lives.

- m*rder*r!
- I accuse Faustus Blackwood,

who k*lled the Anti-Pope while he slept
under the very same roof.

m*rder*r!

Confess, Blackwood, or face my wrath!

Your wrath...

Indeed.

You forget, girl,

I knew your father.

And whatever the circumstances,

Edward Spellman would never

disrespect our ceremonies and traditions
as you do.

And so, this petty trickery
comes to an end.

Detegant istos ostenderet falsa!

- Sabrina?
- Seize them!

Not a step closer, boys.

I am Sabrina Spellman.

I shall speak, and I shall be heard.

You, Faustus Blackwood, are a fraud.

Sabrina, what are you saying?

I'm sorry, Auntie, but it's true.

He k*lled my father and mother,
and I believe he k*lled the Anti-Pope too.

And why would I have done that?

Because you were afraid His Eminence
wouldn't approve your repugnant,

misogynistic reformations.

Which you haven't even read, have you?

Hm?

Let it be known
there is no proof to any of this.

Yet your very own cousin
was covered in His Eminence's blood.

Ambrose Spellman is innocent!

Die, Blackwood! Die!

Prohibere!

Blackwood!

Adam diaboli muniat oculos.

Yes. But if I don't protect
the mortal, Stolas,

I won't get to play with him any longer.

And I have grown rather fond of him.

Oh, relax.

What the Dark Lord doesn't know
won't hurt Him.

Oh.

It's getting rather brisk
out there tonight.

What is it, Mary?

I'd like you to wear this ring.

But you must never, ever take it off.

Of course. But, Mary, what does this mean?

It means

we're... setting a date.

But only if you swear to me...

...you'll never take it off.

- I won't.
- If you do...

Not ever.

I love you, Mary.

Congratulations.

- You ruined my wedding day, Sabrina.
- Aunt Zelda...

A day of greatness
for the Spellman family shall now,

instead, go down in infamy.

Where's Ambrose, Aunt Zee?

Your cousin has been thrown in the
Witch's Cell for his treasonous crimes.

- No.
- What about Sabrina?

She and Nicholas have been expelled
from the Academy of Unseen Arts.

And they deserve it.

It was all I could do to persuade Faustus
not to lock you in the dungeon, too.

- Well, at least I stopped your wedding.
- Oh!

Stopped it?

Sabrina, Faustus and I
were just married in his office.

Lady Blackwood and I

will convey the Anti-Pope's body

to its final resting place
in the Necropolis beneath the Vatican,

and thereafter honeymoon in Rome.

Prudence, I trust you will uphold
the highest standards of this Academy,

and our family name, in my absence.

You can rely on me, Father.

Good.

You forget yourself, my dear.
A wife walks behind her husband.

Greg, move your head!