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Look out, world.

I have arrived.

- 25 quid.
- Oh.

I've got two.

That'll get you this.

No money, no ride.

Just get me to my house.

There's money
there, and I can...

Out!

Can I ask what your business is?

I reckon you're
selling something

if you came all the
way out this way.

I came from over there.

Oh, I see.

Oh, I'm glad the owner
finally got a housekeeper.

If you've got reasonable rates,

me and the missus could
use a hand at ours.

I've a collection
of Bethany fixtures,

which need constant dusting.

What's your name, sir?

Robert Truss from number 220.

Well, Robert,

I'm not the help.

I live here.

We're neighbors.

That's a good one, yes.

Oh, you're serious.

But that can't be.
I mean, you living

in an upstanding
community such as this.

You don't know
anything about me.

I know the kind of
people who do live here,

and you are not the type.

Oh, really?

So what type am I, exactly?

What about me doesn't fit in
with you upstanding residents?

- Is it because I'm tall?
- Ah.

Or female? Or Black?

You stay back.

And I'll not be
threatened this way

in my own neighborhood.

And I won't be treated
like a criminal in mine.

Oh, there you are.

I have got a list of
things I need you to fix,

starting with punishing
your racist neighbor.

You'll have to be
more specific, love,

and I'm on the clock.

I got a bloke in
an alien costume

with another alien inside him,

and I gotta prep my gut
for a purging spell.

Dammit.

Please get me out of
this meat-fumed atrocity.

Oh, what do you mean?

You mean you don't
want any special sauce

- with that big, bad burger?
- Hold it right there.

- Oh, hi.
- Oh, hey, girl.

Hey.

John, where's your
washing machine?

I don't need one.

You see, my clothes
are bewitched

to clean themselves
whenever they see fit.

Mm, your clothes have thoughts.

- Yeah.
- That's kind of hot.

Creepy.

I also need the internet.

Yes, the internet.

I will get right to that.

I will whip up a
spell in no time.

I just... I've got to get...

- John.
- Something with... yeah.

You and your empty
promises, John.

Yes, I am a U.S. citizen,

but my mother was
from Northumberland,

so I'm practically a local.

My background check
says I'm only 15?

Okay, yeah, that's because
I spent my adolescence

in another dimension where
time works differently, so...

Hello?

- Oh!

Oh, God.

Oh, good, you're back.
I need you to fix

the kitchen sink and...
What are you wearing?

Have you seen my
emergency pack of smokes?

I knew that I left
them here somewhere.

No... I still need the internet,

and a job, and food apparently.

Living topside takes work, love.

But you do everything
with magic.

Which is work!

Bollocks!

There you are.

Thank you.

How about a spell
to fix the sink?

Oh, come on, you have
got to be kidding me!

You try getting a job

when your last employers
were the Triumvirate of Hell.

Just give me my power back,

or I will have
your blood drained

to fill my swimming pool.

I miss my blood pool.

Sterling silver.

European enamelware.

Hundred-year-old
designer luggage, okay.

Huh, Bethany table lamp.

Sorry I never learned to
read music like you, Mom.

My, how the mighty have fallen.

Hello?

Who said that?

Back right corner, my lady.

Further right. Almost there.

And now you've got it.

Who are you?

Aleister Crowley,
at your service.

But enough about me.

My concern is for
you, dear girl.

What's become of the
notorious Astra Logue?

You know who I am?

Of course I do.

You're the woman
who clawed her way

to the tops of Tartarus.

Looks like you've
discovered the hard way

that you can't take
that power with you, eh?

In some ways, it's
easier in Hell

because there aren't any rules,
but here, there are so many,

and following them isn't
getting me anywhere.

It's... humiliating.

A powerful queen has
become a helpless princess,

and Hell is lesser for it.

Look who's talking.

A renowned warlock, Satanist,
and alien enthusiast

trapped in a portrait.

Touché, my lady.

That scoundrel John Constantine
summoned me from Hell

to learn my secrets,

and when he was done
with me, he banished me

into this blasted
painting and tossed me

into this rubbish heap.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

John made me promise
to give living

like a normal human
being an honest go,

but he did not prepare me for
how hard it would be up here.

This house is falling apart.
I am completely broke.

I don't know how
to fix any of it.

Master Constantine has
neutered us both, hasn't he?

But your predicament
is easily rectified.

A simple set of spells
will give you the power

to change things around here.

I can teach you
how, if you'd like.

You're offering
to teach me magic?

It would be my greatest honor.

The infamous Sara Lance.

I've been waiting a
long time for you.

So you must be the all-powerful

space lord behind all this.

When you put it that way, I
sound like a super-villain.

Such a bummer. Not
at all my speed.

Oh!

But
I have been waiting

a long time to meet you, Sara.

Is it okay if I call you that?

I feel like I've known
you my whole life,

like we're old
friends, simpatico,

dancing to the same drummer.

Who the hell are you?

My name is Bishop,

but that means literally
nothing, right?

You've never heard of me.

There's no context for
that label whatsoever, but

- Ooh.

You were stung by a Zaguron.

Its venom has almost
reached your heart.

You've got about ten seconds
before it's lights out.

You'll have come all
this way for nothing,

and you'll die with
no answers as to why.

I'm the man who's going
to save all of humanity,

starting with you
and this antidote.

Five, four, three...

Oh, no, no, don't struggle.

Your muscles need
time to adjust.

What is this stuff?

Medicine to vitalize
your organs.

The transition can be tough.

Bishop saved your life.

I don't want anything from him.

Get me out of here.

How's our patient this
morning, Nurse Ava?

Pissed off and calculating
the different ways

she can kill you.

- Back to her old self.
- Perfect.

I've got the presentation
all ready for her.

Let me go.

But you haven't even
seen the pitch yet.

A/V Ava worked on it for days.

She'll be crushed
if you don't give it

even just a little peek.

Our planet was perfection.

It had everything
carbon-based life-forms needed

to coexist in
harmony with nature

and each other,

but humanity would
not be satisfied.

Human greed destroyed Earth

and all who lived there.

Everyone perished,

except for one man...

Me.

As a pioneer in bio-engineering,

the founder of A.V.A. Corp.,
and the designer-creator

of the AVA clone, I
alone have the knowledge

and means to restart humanity

in the stars!

The problem with Earth
wasn't its finite resources.

The problem was man,

which is why I am creating
a new version of mankind,

one with a body that can
withstand the harsh conditions

of our new home

and with a spirit
to adapt and thrive

under any circumstance.

That is a terrible plan.

You can't save humanity
by creating a bunch

of monster people
like Amelia Earhart.

No one gets it right
out of the gate, okay?

But I have perfected a process

of enhancing human capabilities

by adding extraterrestrial DNA.

I just needed the raw
materials to work with.

That was what was
in those other pods,

and that's why you kidnapped me,

to be raw material?

Well, if that's the
case, then here you go.

There's your raw material.
Now take me home.

Eugh, don't sell yourself
so short, sweet cheeks.

You're here to be my partner.

These new humans
need to be taught

to have a fighter's spirit.

That's where you
come in, Sara Lance.

You want me to teach your
hybrids to be badasses,

to be their trainer?

Who better to imbue
those qualities

than you, the woman
who can't be killed?

There you go.

I know it's a lot
to take in, sweetie.

Don't call me that, ever.

Right, because of the bossy Ava

you were attached
to back on Earth?

She is not "bossy Ava."

She's Ava, and she's human,

and she has her own thoughts.

Aww.

You may believe that, but
all Avas have affinities

and weaknesses that I built
into their genetic blueprint.

Hey.

You found and fell in love

with one of my greatest
accomplishments.

It's as though the universe
knew to bring us together.

- You're a sick son of a bitch.
- Think about my offer.

We've got all 15 seasons
of "Wynonna Earp"

all cued up for you, so...

Season two's my favorite.

Here you go.

Transformation is the
most vital cornerstone

of the dark arts.

To do this spell,
twist your wrist

in the direction of the object,

and visualize what you want
your object to change into.

A little more fluid.
That's almost it.

- Try again.
- Just tell me the damn words.

Permuto!

Permuto.

My stars!

You're a natural.

Well, my mother was
a powerful witch.

Well, you've made
her proud, dear girl.

Smashing job.

But that was an easy one.

You know, "permuto" has
several meanings in Latin.

One is to transform,

but the other is to exchange.

If you provided an able body

with whom I could change places,

I'd be able to teach you
with greater expediency.

So some poor fellow would
be trapped in the painting,

and you'd have a body you could
use to stab me in the back.

Nice try.

I wouldn't dream of it.

I promise the spell is
easy to do and easy to undo

if you so wish.

So it's the same spell,
just a different intention.

If I could nod, that's what
I'd be doing right now.

All we need is a body
for me to borrow.

Astra, you home, love?

What's all this?

What the hell is
he doing down here?

I'm teaching this brilliant
young lady how to use magic.

It's like you said, John.

Life topside takes work, and
this is me getting to it.

Magic is a slippery
slope, all right, love?

Your mother knew that,

and that's why
she got out of it.

I mean, she left me

because I wouldn't give it up.

She wouldn't want this
for you, all right?

You don't get to speak for her

or tell me how to live my life.

Well, you are in my
home, aren't you?

Okay, so now this is your house.

I mean, how about when
it was falling apart

and the bills
weren't being paid?

Was it your house then, too?

God, you are such an
insufferable hypocrite.

She's got you there, old chap.

Sneaky old bastard,
preying on her desperation.

- Whose fault was that?

- You vile old snake.
- I should've locked you

in the cellar where no
one could've found you.

- Put him down.
- You going on about all your...

- That's enough!
- Put him down.

- And all of your...
- Permuto!

What the bloody hell?

My word. It actually worked.

Brilliant job, dear girl.

Astra, put us back.

Permuto!

- Oh, damn.

Easy to do, easy to undo.

- Oh, Astra, don't...
- Permuto!

Oh. Mm.

Astra.

Astra, undo this right now.

Crowley is dangerous.
He can't be trusted!

Bravo, dear girl.

Bravo to you.

Here's the deal.

You have 12 hours
to stretch your legs

and teach me magic.

12 hours, and then
back into the painting.

If you do one
unsanctioned spell,

it is over.

You got me?

Like the clap, my lady.

Now let's get to work, shall we?

While studying the
secrets of Egypt,

I learned that
sorcery requires a

fruitful imagination.

One must find potential
in the dullest of things

to be truly magnificent.

Finally.

Oh, my.

There you are, killer.

I have never seen anyone
take to the dark arts

with such ease.

Your natural talents
are unparalleled.

No one likes a
kiss-ass, Aleister,

and I am not
extending your parole.

Understood, my lady.

What happened to my money?

Oh, dear girl, you
didn't think the treasure

was real, did you?

These transformations are
but a glamour, a trick.

They are effective in deception,

but temporary by nature.

- So everything I just made...
- The money, these clothes...

Will disappear before
your very eyes.

Such are the rules of
beginner-level magic.

What if I level up?

No, no, no, no,
you're not ready.

It takes ruthlessness
and concentration

unlike any you can muster.

Oh, Al.

You clearly don't know me.

Time for your checkup.

Hmm.

Vitals are good.

Just gonna check your mobility.

So are you an
Earper for life yet?

Oh, yeah, I'm digging it.

You were totally right
about season two.

They really figured
out what the show was,

and they went with it.

Well, I really hope

that you're a Wayhaught shipper

because if you
aren't, I have to...

Listen to me carefully.

You're gonna take me out of here

and help me find a power source
to fuel my ship, understood?

I can't do that.

It's not in my DNA to disobey.

That's just what he
wants you to think.

Look, the only thing that's
holding you back is you.

And you with that
thing at my throat.

Just promise you'll
help me escape.

- Go ahead and kill me.
- I'm disposable.

He'll have another Nurse
Ava ready by lunch.

God, you are a human being!

You have a soul.

You can decide for yourself
what's right and what's wrong.

Look, Bishop may
have created you,

but he doesn't control you.

Well, at least I can
verify that your mobility

is working very well.

Back to bed, you.

Ava.

Please just think
about what I said.

Astra, don't fall
for his tricks.

He's too dangerous
to be out and about.

Why do you think I trapped
him in the bloody painting

instead of sending
him back to Hell?

He will go back
into the painting

as soon as I get what I want.

What, magic power?

Astra, you don't need it, love.

Start from the bottom and work
your way up like everyone else.

I am not like
everyone else, John.

My bottom was just a little
deeper than everyone else's,

but at least down in
Hell, I was a boss,

a ruler, and richer than God.

Do you have any idea how
hard I worked to get there?

To go from being
that traumatized,

terrified little girl
with nothing to a queen?

I won't go back
to nothing, John.

I can't.

John, are you meddling?

Astra, please switch us back.

I didn't realize how
hard it was for you.

I thought you had
everything in hand.

I promise I'll help you.

John and his empty promises.

Shall I remove the distraction?

Be nice... mm, ish.

Don't worry, I know
exactly where to place him.

You're a right
bastard, Aleister.

Trapping you in a
painting was merciful.

It should've been the loo.

You're not so tough
now, are you, my boy?

How does it feel
to be powerless?

To find yourself stripped

of everything you
ever worked for?

Astra and I have
both felt that sting,

but now we will be unstoppable.

I can finally complete my search

for the Fountain of Imperium
out there in the heavens.

Don't wrap her up
in your mad theories

of alien magic.

The fountain is real,

and with my loyal
protégé at my side,

I will finally possess it.

Now,

let's bring you up to
your final resting place,

shall we, Johnny?

Oh, no.

Finally, we're here.

You would think
at least one of us

would have this
address memorized.

What, John always zaps
us in and out of here.

Speaking of, where is he? John!

What are you all doing here?

- We are out of a timeship.
- We need a place to regroup.

We've been walking
around Northumberland

for hours trying
to find this house.

Now is really not a good time.

See, I'm in the middle of
something, and I just...

Ooh, are you expecting someone?

Is it a date? Are you dating?

- Look, I am starved, y'all.
- What is there to eat?

I'll make something.

Astra, where's
your Wi-Fi router?

I need to hook up Gideon.

Hoo-hoo, whatcha making?

Something with
ferret liver extract?

- You all need to leave now.
- And gangrene oil?

Astra, your router?

There's nothing in the
fridge... it's sad.

You won't like me
when I'm hangry.

Can I borrow your phone?

That's a lot of
ferret liver extract.

- Permuto!

Wow.

Sorry, guys.

Astra, what have you done?

I will turn you back as
soon as I'm done, I promise.

- Ahh!
- Let go.

Am I a flip phone?

- Hey, let go!

Astra!

- Oof!
- Oh!

Ah, I've got that
chatterbox, John Constantine,

up in the attic.

Distraction is the
enemy of accomplishment.

No distractions here.

Let's make some real power.

We will first create

a magical
energy-containing amulet.

Yes, yes.

Brilliant work, my lady.

Your amulet is
ready to be charged.

There is only one
thing powerful enough

to sustain this amulet...

A human soul.

Great.

I have got Christopher
Columbus, Ed Gein...

No, we will need
a live human soul

from a beating heart.

You conveniently left that
off the ingredient list.

As queen of Hell, you
spent millions of souls

like they were pennies.

What's one more before
it goes down below, eh?

You said you wanted power.

This is the price.

Hi, Robert.

It's Astra Logue, your neighbor.

Anyway, I was
cleaning out my attic,

and wouldn't you know it,

I uncovered a Bethany lamp.

I know you have a collection,

so why don't you come
by and take a look?

Wonderful.

See you soon.

Astra.

Are you really luring an
unsuspecting neighbor over

so you can steal his soul?

My unsuspecting racist neighbor?

Yeah, I sure am.

If y'all got a proud boy
who needs talking to,

let me at him.

- I'll fork his eyes out.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

No one is going to do anything.

Astra, using humans as
currency is wrong, remember?

- Ow!

Yeah, and what did
you do with John?

Who is this weirdo
possessing his body?

- John is fine.
- Just leave me alone.

And let you backslide?

You've come a long
way since Hell.

You're one of us now.

Yeah, I don't think
she wants to be grouped

with the household
objects, Cheese.

Not helping, Z.

Think about what
you're doing, Astra.

- That guy is a human being.
- He is a jerk.

His soul is gonna end
up in Hell anyway.

I'm not worried about his soul.

I'm worried about yours.

Stay out of my way.

Astra, wait... ahh!

A little late for a
checkup, isn't it?

I would've come sooner,
but I had to wait

until Bishop danced
himself to sleep.

- I want to help you.
- You do?

What you said to me earlier
really struck a nerve.

We are human.

We do have souls and wants

and dreams and opinions.

What Bishop is doing here

it's an abomination.

I knew there was some of
that real Ava spirit in you.

All right, the ship
that I crashed in,

it isn't far from here.

We just need to find
something to power it up.

I brought you a fuel cell.

Look at you, thinking ahead.

Let's go.

It's much tidier in here
than I thought it would be.

You cleaned up well, too.

Charming how you
changed for company.

Playing posh, eh?

Here's the lamp.

What do you think?

Floral mosaic,

favrile glass.

It's not in stellar
condition, though.

- Blemishes on the base...
- Yo, you can still back out.

- Shh.
- Did you say something?

No. Must be a draft.

Really think about what
you're doing, Astra.

- Hey!
- There's that noise again.

- He's a fussy grandpa.
- He's not worth it.

Excuse me while I'm just
gonna tidy up a little bit.

That condescending snob is
not helping his own case.

I think you've
left the telly on.

- Maybe.
- I just... I'm gonna go check.

Hey, put me down!

- Oof!

What a splendid specimen.

His bitter soul will more
than suit our purposes.

Just tell me what to do.

Hold it up to his heart,

and it will leech his very
soul from his mortal coil.

Great.

I hope Earl Grey is okay.

Yes, that'll do.

Let's talk about price, eh?

I was... I was
thinking 50 pounds

to take it off your hands.

- 50?

That lamp is an
antique, Mr. Truss.

Oh, I know, but

what would someone like you
want with a dusty old lamp?

Fine, fine, 75 then.

But you better clean
it up for me first.

- It's filthy.
- To be honest,

I was thinking of making you
pay a lot more than that.

What's all this, then?

Dammit, just get out of
here, Mr. Truss, now.

All right, I'll go to 80,
but that's my last offer.

- Who the bloody hell are you?
- No!

That's it, Crowley.

Time for you to go back
to where you came from.

Permuto!

Those parlor tricks are no match

for my newfound power.

I am terribly disappointed
in you, dear girl.

I'd hoped that you would
make yourself a queen again,

but all you really
wanted was a dark prince

to come and save you.

Sadly,

you're just another
helpless princess.

- Hello!

- Ooh!
- Pity.

You would have made a
smashing evil witch.

And are you going to
stop me all by yourself?

Get him!

- Whoo-hoo!
- Ha-ha!

Charge!

Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!

Legends, roll out!

Nom, nom, nom, nom.

Ahh!

Vámonos!

- Ching!

This guy's toast!

Wh... ow!

Hiyah!

Impressive, my lady.

Transforming your
friends into objects.

Lucky for me, their souls
will infuse even more power

into my amulet.

Now, out of my sight.

Whoa!

Ugh.

Nope, sorry. No more singing.

Oi, what the hell
has Crowley done?

Since we're all trapped
in a bloody cartoon,

I'm guessing he's betrayed you

and is about to
gain untold power.

Oh, John, whatever shall I do?

That evil wizard is
much too powerful.

He has the Legends at his mercy.

- He's got the Legends?
- He'll kill them all.

They're doomed
unless you stop him.

I'm afraid I don't know how.

Astra, listen to me.

Years ago, your mum created
a powerful cleansing spell,

like an enema for magic.

It expels all sorcery
from a vicinity.

There wasn't any reason
to use it, until now.

Goodness me.

Why would she ever
create such a spell?

For me.

If I ever went too far.

Those days, I was reckless.

She was afraid I'd overdose,
so she created a spell

as a fail-safe.

I reckon it's somewhere
among her things.

You don't suppose it's in
this charming little book,

do you?

Of course, Natalie's
music notebook!

The spell must be a song.

Goodness gracious, I found it.

Oh, fiddlesticks.

My mother never taught
me how to read music.

Wait, I can read the music!

But how? I never could before.

Because every cartoon
princess knows

how to sing, love.

You unlocked the door!

That ain't the first
lock I've ever picked.

Now, come on, princess.

We've got some saving to do.

You won't get away with this.

Oh, I think I will.

Now, hold still, my friend.

This won't hurt

much.

- Ahh!

- Oh, no!

No!

- It worked!
- Oh, my gosh.

Oh, I never thought
I'd be so happy

to see this coat again.

You guys okay?

I'm so glad to
have my arms back.

So over being cheese.

That smell was
getting aggressive.

Yeah, I was gonna say something.

Yeah, why was I a fork?

So how about that
Bethany lamp, eh?

All: Get out!

Who are these people?

These are my friends,
and this is my house.

Now, get out.

You can't just
leave me here, John!

I know what that
spell did to you,

and I can help.

Out there in the cosmos,
in the great beyond,

there's an unlimited
source of power.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
there you go again,

yammering on about the
Fountain of Imperium.

The fountain is out there.

It's a well of
unexplored, untapped,

and unstoppable magic.

We could work together,
brothers in arms.

Just don't put me away again!

Yeah, so long, Master Crowley.

- No, I ask you to reconsider!

I'll do anything!
I'll do the dusting!

I'll polish your boots!

I don't think that's
gonna be enough.

Well, it was enough
until you set him free

with your bloody meddling.

If you'd helped
out with the house

and the bills and
the damn internet,

then Crowley wouldn't have
been able to get his hooks in.

You know, you're right.

It's my fault that you
sought out Crowley's help.

I should've listened
rather than being stuck

in my own bloody world.

And I wasn't ready for how
hard it would be up here.

I just... I felt like
that lost little girl

in Hell all over again,
completely powerless

you wouldn't understand.

Actually, I do.

Your mum's expulsion spell,

let's just say that it
was pretty effective.

It didn't just strip
Crowley of his powers...

John, I...

I knew very well what
the spell would do.

It had to be done.
Listen, Astra.

Magic, it takes a
lot of patience.

There are no shortcuts, love.

But seeing as I have to
start from the bottom

and work my way up,

how's about you and
I do it together?

All right.

See you later, study
buddy.

All right, we just need
to connect the fuel cell

to the ship's mainframe.

What did you do?

What I had to.

He's my maker.

Sara.

I'm not only disappointed
because our time together

obviously meant nothing to you,

but also because you didn't
realize that this fuel cell

is just my sleepy-wakey
nightlight.

So soothing, right?

I'm gonna be honest.

I actually needed you to
lead me to the location

of this ship so I could
retrieve the rest of my cargo.

Yeah, well, good luck with
that, because I ejected

all of them into the deep void

of outer space.

Sara Lance.

It's called "data redundancy."

Those capsules not only kept
you safe during transport,

they also extracted DNA samples

from each and every one of you.

I prefer to have live
creatures to work with,

but this is the next best thing.

What the mother...

That was quite an adventure
we had out in the woods.

I think we had a real
breakthrough, you and I!

We're closer than ever now.

Some might even say

inseparable.

Greg, move your head!

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