All language subtitles for Motherland.Fort.Salem.S02E05.720p.Web.x264.AAC.2ch.ESub.S420

(woman) Previously
onMotherland...

We learned about the Camarilla
using hearing tests

to identify witches.

Orsatti's on the move.

Hopefully, toward a higher-up
in the Camarilla.

Felida will be touring

some of the other
council nations,

General Sharma has offered
her protection.

There have been reports
of more outbreaks

of that disease they created.

Esterbrook and her witches
refused conscription

So they martyred themselves.

Why isn't General Alder

a bigger part of that story?

She wasn't there when
the martyrdom occurred.

I heard she was.

Fighting alongside
a soldier named Batan.

I blamed Adil
for the death of the Tarim.

That's why he didn't stay.

Your daughters
will be safe with us.

(crowd chanting)
Not our daughters!
Not our daughters!

Do you think
it was really Scylla?

I'd know those eyes anywhere.

The Camarilla came for me,

And I couldn't do
a damn thing about it.

-(Biddies hissing)
-No more lies!

Who is Nicte Batan?

India, unlike
the United States,

can provide complete autonomy
for the Tarim people,

should you decide
to settle here.

Oh, plus, we have
excellent food.

Have you tried the Nankhatai?

Go on.

Finish your proposition

That is the proposition.

You forgot the part
regarding what you expect us

to give to you.

Khalida, I had hoped
you thought better of us.

I think what my sister's
trying to say

is that we know
how militarized nations work.

Do I seem naive,
General Sharma?

Of course not.

-Whoo, whoo, whoo!
-General!

(General screaming
in high-pitched voice)

(train breaks screeching)

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(Delta Blues is playing
on gramophone)

Do you like civilian music?

I enjoy it immensely.

Please, sit.

Where did you hear
about Nicte Batan?

I know she personally served
under you in Liberia.

During the Martyrdom.

And messed her up.

I wasn't in Liberia
at the time, Cadet.

You can redact photographs
and edit history books

all you want, General,

but I know you were there
with her.

(record skipping)

The loss of Esterbrook
and her rebels

is one of my deepest regrets.

And as Liberia devolved
into chaos,

I deemed it more prudent
to obscure
my direct involvement.

So why cover-up Nicte?

She deserted shortly
after witnessing

what Esterbrook
and her followers
did to themselves.

I consider that an even deeper
moment of personal failure.

So hiding her away is just
to protect your pride?

We all have
our prideful failings.

For instance...

your belief that you can
barge in here,

in the dead of night, no less,

to make accusations
of conspiracy

and nefarious intent
against me.

I just wanted answers.

And what makes you think
you are owed any?

We are connected.

That time has passed.

Then why have I been seeing
these memories?

Ever since the surgery.

I thought they were dreams
at first--

I'll have Izadora give you
something to make sure

that the connection
is well and truly severed.

Dismissed.

Work on those seeds, Privates.

Everything gets real
after the break.

I heard about what happened
at the testing center.

Is Bellweather OK?

Yeah, her mom's
checking on her now.

Did you know that Scylla
escaped from custody?

Why would I know anything
about that?

Maybe, because you're
the last soldier to see her

before she was allegedly
shipped off to jail.

And before you try
to get me off this,

I saw her.

At the riot.

Where I found this.

So unless this is
another Spree agent

tryna screw with my head--

We are aware

that Ramshorn is no longer
in custody.

And yes, she was
on site yesterday.

And how long have we known
that she's on the loose?

So long as it benefits
the military,

and in this case it does,

does it matter?

Is that as much of an answer
as you're gonna give me?

That's as much as I can, yes.

Said more
than I should, actually.

How did she get this?

I'm sorry, Collar.
Really wish, I could help.

Hi Bonnie,

it's Justine.

I was just wondering
about this Halloween party.

Are we supposed
to wear costumes, or...?

(steps)

Jonas, wait.

OK, great. See you Saturday.

Jonas, It's a suicide mission.

You don't need to do this.

You think I don't know that?

I need you here.

The Camarilla
are picking us off--

I'm not here for the Camarilla.

I'm here to change things

so our people can stop
fighting their wars.

any of this sounding familiar?

And you think
throwing your life away

is going to change that?

(scoffs)

Ahh, what happened to you?

You know, out of everyone,
I thought you'd understand

Used to be a wild animal.

Now you're just... soft,

ineffective, comfortable...

weak.

Move.

You're not weak.

(chuckles uncomfortably)

There are things
worth dying for,

and there are things
worth living for.

There's always a choice.

You're up.

Did you get them?

We're looking for the Camarilla
that escaped.

Look harder.

(scoffs) You think we aren't?

You and Alder told everyone
it was the Spree.

But it wasn't the Spree
that attacked me.

It wasn't the Spree that tried
to cut out my throat.

It was the Camarilla.

They came after me,
just like they did
with Charvel.

Except you survived.

Maybe I shouldn't have.

Excuse me?

I wouldn't expect you
to understand.

Oh!

And why not?

Because you weren't
stupid enough

to walk into their trap.

(sighs)

I still can't get the stuff
Izadora gave me

out of my mouth.

Well, at least you can get
a good night's sleep, right?

I guess.

You know, part of me
didn't wanna take it.

Another part just desperately
wanted peace from all this.

Either way, (inhales sharply)

Alder isn't telling
the whole truth.

Well, do you know that
for sure?

I saw what happened, Rae.

She wasn't surprised
when they killed themselves.

She was...

satisfied.

What's with the tables?

Oh, it's for
the Dumbsupper tonight.

A what?

For Samhain.

You eat the meal backwards
in complete silence.

Dessert first.

Well, what about
the black chairs?

Abigail: For the dead
to join in.

As if the dead actually
care about bad wine
and squash casserole.

They're dead.
They don't care about anything.

How did you celebrate Samhain
on the Cession?

Ahh, my Mom wasn't really
that into it.

We'd just light a candle
to honor the dead,

and then she'd let me go
trick-or-treating.

(Tally laughing)

How you doing, Bells?

Considering I almost got
my throat cut out, again?

Doing great.

(sighs uncomfortably)
No, I was...

I was talking about India.

I'm sorry, I- I...

I thought you've heard.

There was a Camarilla attack
on a government train.

That's where Adil went, right?

Good-bye.

Raelle: Abs?

Tally: Abigail?

Gregotio: It's all over
the news.

General Sharma's dead.

It's never gonna stop.

Izadora's on her way
to collect samples
and survey the damage

from the Plague attack
in person.

Has there been any word
from the Tarim?

Search and rescue teams
are looking into it, General.

To make matters worse,

the Indian military has placed
public blame on the Camarilla.

Hm.

So much for The Hague agreeing
to keep things quiet.

It was only a matter of time.

What about here at home?

We've got more ground to cover,

but now that we have
these tapes,

the Camarilla can no longer

hunt for our kind
in schools.

I just got off the phone
with Silver.

He's postponing
our testing center rollout
until further notice.

Apparently, some states
are barking

at sending their daughters
for testing, least the Spree

attack them on their way
into the building.

Have you briefed President Wade
about what happened in India?

Apparently, she's
under the weather

But please, get the Vice
President up to speed.

His daughter is one of ours.

We'll take whatever allies
we can get.

Ah, civilians and their
mysterious customs.

-I think it looks fun.
-(chuckles)

I'm gonna have to borrow
Amelia's jumpsuit.

Oh, we share clothes now?

Yes. I'm gonna need
that coat, too.

(chuckles) You look
amazing yourself.

(excited) Hi!

Oh, hey!

Trick-or-treat, Justine!

Oh, I'm sorry,
I don't have any candy.

All I have are witch fingers.

What are witch fingers?

-(makes evil witch laugh)
-(Brianna giggles)

(all laughing)

You ladies clean up nice.

You all ready?

Bonnie, you're not coming?

No, I'm- I'm- I'm gonna take
Brianna trick-or-treating.

Mom duties.

(chuckles uncomfortably)

Mommy, can Tiffany
come with us?

Tiffany's still on vacation,
honey, remember?

Only one block, OK?

Shall we?

You guys have fun!

(grunts)

(both grunting)

Captain Wadi:
You're better than this, Cadet.

Focus!

(both grunting and groaning)

I think we should go home
with Abigail for Fall Break.

Yeah, but at this point,
do you think, she even let us?

(grunts loudly)

(Abigail pants)

(whisper) Sing for us...

Won't you?

(Abigail crying in her memory)

Bellweather! Let's go!

Abigail never taps out.

Where is she going?

Abi?

Abs, maybe you should sit down.

(storm grumbles nearby)

I'm fine.

You ran out of hand to hand.

I've been attacked
by the Camarilla twice.

They killed General Sharma

and possibly,
Adil and Khalida, so...

I feel like we've moved
beyond sparring now, no?

W-well, we were thinking

maybe we should both
come home with you for break.

You won't be safe there.

We won't be safe anywhere.

You can't think like that.

We have fought them off before

and we'll keep doing it
for as long as it takes.

What's going on?

Alder: So it begins.

Samhain tradition, Cadets!

For the veil is thin.

And tonight...

(grunts)

...we wake the dead!

As our ancestors
have done for centuries.

This, Cadets,
is the Defending of the Hearth.

It's a pre-Samhain ritual,
here at War College.

Anyone heard
of the Lost Regiment?

The French and Indian War?

Specifically, the Battle
of La Tuque.

Commodore Hastings
and her troops

were sequestered deep
in the forest during winter.

They couldn't light a fire
without giving away
their location.

But when temps dropped
too low, they couldn't resist.

They decided to light one.

Just one fire.

And it proved fatal.

The enemy's attack
was swift and brutal.

And none survived.

Every Samhain since,

the Regiment wanders
these very woods,

desperate to extinguish
the flame.

It's our job to stop them
and keep the fire burning

until the last stroke
of midnight.

(horses neigh)

What happens if we win?

(storm rumbles nearby)

You'll get to speak
to the dead witch
of your choosing.

From the Lost Regiment?

From anywhere.

I don't have time for games.

Earlier, you said
the dead don't care.

What if this way,
we can all find out?

(noises of a battle echo)

(noises of a battle
getting louder)

(mutters mild Seed sound)

We can't use any Work.

Then we'll improvise.

Ladies...

if tonight goes well,
we'll be set.

These people, they're
on another level.

The Camarilla.

They take care of their own.

Investment funds,
private schools, real estate.

Plenty of cops and judges
in their pocket

Thanks for including us.

It's too bad Bonnie's
missing out on all this.

(chuckling) No. Bonnie's
not cut out for this.

Too weak.

But I feel like you ladies
will do what it takes

to bring about
a world with no witches.

Light 'em up. (chuckles)

I have a lighter.

It's not a lot of
familiar faces

from the Movement here.

How'd you get on the list?

Shane:
I did provide a little gift.

What kind of gift?

You'll see soon enough.

I'll see you in there.

If everyone's wearing a mask

how are we going to take
the Exarch's face?

We'll improvise, huh?

(spooky noises)

(horse neighing)

(horses' hooves echoing)

If we make it to midnight,
who are you gonna talk to?

The upside of being last
of my line

is that there's no shortage
of people to talk to

on a night like tonight.

Sorry.

It's true.

What about you?

Valda Esterbrook.

The Martyr?

Tally: Leader
of the Liberian Front, yeah.

You're gonna burn your Samhain

on someone you've
never even met?

I need answers.

Who better to ask
than one of the only
other people who were there?

(horses neighing)

Raelle?

I need to talk to my Mom.

I don't think I've ever needed
anything more.

Visibility's low.
Trust your ears.

You won't see the arrows
until they're within a few
yards of the hearth,

but when you do--

do what I just did!

Scourge, Windshear,
whatever you can.

Just one arrow
douses the flame.

And no matter what,
don't get hit.

(spooky animal sounds)

(swords swooshing)

Incoming!

(soft classical music playing)

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I have your attention?

Scylla: The Exarch's that cop
from the testing center.

Anacostia: Guess,
we found our mark.

Yeah. Now we just
have to figure out
how to get close to him.

...but I've asked the staff
to arrive a little bit later
tonight.

so that we can start
this party off with a bang.

Allow me to begin by saying
what an honor it is

to have you all here
on this special night.

Special, because tonight

we will be reinstating
a long-held ritual

performed by our ancestors

on All Hallow's Eve.

-(sword swooshing)
-(high-pitched screaming)

(distant screaming)

(grunting)

(metal hits metal)

(screeching scream)

(grunts)

We just have to make it
to midnight.

They're not gonna
make that easy.

-(sword swooshing)
-(Abigail grunts)

(horses trotting)

Tally!

(gasps) Gregorio!

(Tally's breathing heavily)

Collar, we need a Fixer.

Collar! We need a Fixer!

Tally, get over here!

Go, go, go.

Sorry about this.

-(something cracks)
-(Gregorio screams)

(screams)

(breathing heavily)

(whispering)

In this twilight of the world

the evil of witch
is super abounds.

Ladies and Gentlemen...

(girl crying quietly)

we are about to rid the world
of some of that evil.

Scylla: That psychopath.

He kidnapped Brianna's friend.

Come on, Tiffy,
it's just a party.

Anacostia: She's the gift.

My friends...

tonight we offer up a witch.

(people clapping)

Anacostia: I'm gonna try
to kill the power
to the dampeners.

When I do, get the girl
and get out.

(whimpering)

-(bell chimes)
-(whispering)

M: That's the first chime
to midnight.

Rae, how is he doing?

Come on, we could use
the help out here.

(gasping for air)

Is it over?

It's about to be.

-(bell chimes)
-M: That's six!

Rae: We need to win this.

-(bell chimes)
-M: Seven!

(horse neighing)

(bell keeps chiming)]

(Rae makes deep noise)

(bell chimes for the last time)

(man) The hell do you think
you're doing?

Goddess, not you again.

Do I know you?

We've met once or twice.

(man grunts)

Does that jog your memory?

(man gasps)

(Anacostia grunts)

(both grunting, groaning,
and panting)

(choking)

(grunts)

(knife opens)

(girl quietly whimpering)

Everyone, take one.

Plenty to go around.

(girl whimpering)

Stop.

Can I help you?

Take me, not her.

Why would we do that?

Because I'm a witch.

(crowd gasping)

Justine, what are you doing?

My name is not Justine,

you ignorant rat carcass.

Exarch, I don't know
what she's talking about.

Not only am I witch,

I am the Spree,

and I've killed thousands
of civilians.

And I enjoyed it.

Every. Single. Time.

Perfect.

The little one can watch

while we deal with you.

(girl whimpering)

Unlike her,

your vocal chords are
perfectly ripe for harvest.

(people gasping)

Trick-or-treat!

(hisses)

(people gasp)

(women whimper)

(grunting)

Find a dark place.

Alone.

And light your candle.

Say the name of the witch
you want to speak with.

As the wax melts, your
messenger will be freed

and will bring forth
your requested dead.

How long do we have?

Till the candle burns out.

-That doesn't seem long enough.
-It never is.

I'll tell Libba you said "hi".

Give her my best.

You all right?

Yeah, I just...

There are so many things
I could ask her about,
you know?

Like the- the- the last thing
she said to me before she left.

Or the letters she left me.
It's just, I...

I don't even know
where to start now.

You'll know when you see her.

(inhaling)

Willa Collar.

Valda Esterbrook.

Charvel Bellweather.

(spider steps echo)

(metal clinks)

(gasps)

(panting)

Valda...

(shaking) H-hi, you--

Y-you don't know me.

Tally Craven,
United States Military--

Time is short, Conscripted.

(spider steps echo)

Char?

Char, is that you?

Charvel: You're a failure.

I know.

I should have been there
to save you.

I live with it every day.

And it's just this pain--

You didn't fail me.

You failed yourself.

(breathing heavily)
Why did you martyr yourself?

(hissing) Lies!

(whispering)
You think I did this?

By choice?

(Tally panting)

My brothers and sisters.

General Alder's army is here.

We are surrounded.

I had no choice
but to surrender.

You've let yourself
be victimized again
and again and again

by the animals
that slaughtered me.

The Camarilla used you
against me

to throw me off balance,
to try and take my voice.

The enemy used your own
insecurities against you.

You complain about others
not getting the job done

that you should be
doing yourself.

I'm a solider. I can only do
what I'm told.

I thought that, too.
Then I got murdered.

Esterbrook: No! No!

Stop! Don't!

(whimpering)

(screams)

You need to stop worrying
about being a soldier,

and start worrying
about being a warrior.

I just...

I don't wanna
be afraid anymore.

Then get rid of that
which terrifies you.

What are you saying?

You are Abigail Bellweather,

the last of our line.

And you are vengeance.

(exhaling)

Mom.

Mom, please.

She didn't come.

,You know, I've gone
over the conversation

in my head,

so many times.

And I thought
about what I'd say to her.

And...

and how I say it and...

what she'd say back,
and how she probably--

tell me I needed a haircut.

Why didn't she come?

Why didn't she wanna
talk to me?

I don't know, Rae.

I need to go pack for break.

I need to see my dad.

(sniffing)

OK, I know we said we would
go home with you, but--

No, believe me. I get it.

Please come, too.

Charvel set me straight.

I need to get back to being me.

I need to find the people who
took her voice and get it back.

And bathe in their blood.

I added that last part.

Uh, how would you
even find them?

Where would you start?

I haven't gotten
to that part yet.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

Because even if you
do manage to find them,

you're basically
just offering yourself up.

Think about what you're saying.

You're right.

I am.

Yeah, I guess, I, uh...

I was just excited
because of Samhain.

Besides, I'm sure my mother
won't let me out of her sight

the entire break, so...

We were just talking about you.

Oh!

Mom, what is it?

Petra: It's about Adil.

(panting)

(breathing heavily)

Thank Goddess you're OK.

When I heard about the train--

Khalida and I
were the only survivors.

It's good to see you, too.

(chuckles) Uh, where is she?

Um, she'll hate it,
but I'll give her a hug, too.

She's still with The Hague.

I was gonna stay with her,

but she could tell how much
I needed to see you.

I'm so glad you're here.

I haven't stopped shaking
since India.

Hey, you made it out.
That's what's important.

(sighing) All I could
think about is you.

Look, I know, they've come
for your family before...

And they tried again.

Being hunted gives you
a unique perspective
on survival, doesn't it?

Time to make them feel hunted.

And we start with the one
who killed Charvel.

You want breakfast?

I just dropped Brianna
off at school.

Denver omelet. Extra ham.

(sighs)

Oh.

She forgot
her favorite pencil.

Are you sure
that's all you want?

(chuckles)

Well, now that you
mention it...

You know,

Tiffany is still not in school.

You don't think something bad
happened to her, do you?

Of course, not.

And anyway, we talked
about this, Bon.

Even if something bad
did happen,

it's just one less witch
in the world.

(chanting) Not our daughters,
not our daughters...

Not our daughters.

Justine! I didn't know
you were coming over today.

Oh yeah, I was just dropping
something off for Shane.

Have a coffee with me?

I can't today, I'm sorry.

Next time.

Bonnie!

Find something to live for.

Something beautiful and real.

Like your daughter.

Otherwise, hate is gonna
eat you whole.

(Bonnie screams)

(theme music playing)