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[THUNDER CLAPPING]

[CROWS CAWING]

[THUNDER CRASHING]

[BATS SCREECHING]

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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?

[SCREECHING SOUND]

[IN UNISON] We saw an altar,

a coffin,

and much bloodshed.

Beware.

Beware the Spellmans, Father.

The Spellmans will be the
undoing of the Blackwoods.

[ALL GASP]

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?

[SIGHS] 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.

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[STOLAS CAWS]

[MS. WARDWELL] Indeed, Stolas.

It is time to push our little half-breed

further towards the
Dark Lord's prophecy.

[CAWING]

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.

[CAWING]

Why, the Church of Night, of course.

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

[CAWING]

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, Stolas.

I do so love stirring the cauldron.

[ADAM] 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...
- [HILDA] Hm?

I mean, putting aside the fact

that you clearly don't
love Father Blackwood...

Love? [SCOFFS]

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.

[YOWLS]

- [SCREECHES]
- 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.

[SIGHS]

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.

[CHUCKLES]

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

he was a big fan of your...

[NICK] 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?

[ECHOING] I came to warn you.

About what?

Faustus Blackwood.

He brought down the plane that
killed your mother and I.

He murdered 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...

[GASPING]

[ECHOING WHISPER] Wardwell...

And bring down the temple she shall.

[WHISPERING SOUND]

Constance?

[PRUDENCE] 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?

[SABRINA] 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 murder.

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 died.

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! [CHUCKLES]

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. [CHUCKLES]

Sabrina, I think you might be right

about Father Blackwood.

I had a horrible Tarot reading

in which he ordered me
to murder 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?

[SIGHS] 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
murdered 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?

[CHUCKLES]

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 kill 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 killed.

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 died 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.

[FATHER BLACKWOOD] 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.

[CHUCKLES]

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?

[SIGHING]

[MEOWS]

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

[MEOWS]

Nick says he can hold his
breath for four minutes.

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

[MEOWS]

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

- [MEOWS]
- [BUBBLING]

[MEOWS]

- 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!

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[FAINT, ECHOING SCREECHING]

[ECHOING LAUGHTER]

♪ Lavender blue, dilly-dilly ♪

♪ Lavender green ♪

♪ If I were queen, dilly-dilly ♪

♪ I'd need a king ♪

[ECHOING] 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.

[CHUCKLING] You're like
moths, aren't you?

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

Now, then. [SIGHS]

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 killed
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.

[ECHOING WHISPER] Somnum sempiternum.

And RIP.

[FATHER BLACKWOOD] We meet tonight
in this place he loved so dearly,

to pay tribute to our fallen
brother Lucas Chalfant.

[ALL] 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.

[ALL] Hail Satan!

Two. Mortals are the swine of the Earth.

We must not lay with them.

[ALL] Hail Satan!

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

[ALL] Hail Satan!

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

[ALL] Hail Satan!

And five. Warlocks shall claim dominion

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

[ALL] Hail Satan!

[SIGHS]

Prepare yourselves for the morrow, boys.

And fear nothing.

- [CLICKS HEELS]
- 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.

[ZELDA] I've arranged
it with Faustus, Hilda.

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

- [GASPS]
- 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?

[CHUCKLES] 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? [CHUCKLES]

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 murdered
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!

[WHISPERING]

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.

[FATHER BLACKWOOD] This way, Pater.

[CHUCKLES]

Sister Zelda, did you
speak with my father?

I did. Not good news.

[WHISPERS] 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.

[CHUCKLES]

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.

[HILDA] Now then, Sister
Jackson. [CHUCKLES]

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 died, 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... [CHUCKLES]

... selfish and petty and jealous bitch.

Poor Hilda.

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

being killed by her.

Why don't we work together

and make all her hair fall out?

[BOTH GIGGLE]

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.

[CLEARS THROAT]

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 attacks.

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. [CHUCKLES]

[GASPS]

[CHOKING]

- [THUMP]
- Oops. [CHUCKLES]

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?

[FATHER BLACKWOOD] 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.

- [ANTI-POPE] Ah.
- [FAUSTUS] 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.

[DOOR CREAKING]

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. [SOBS]

[NICK] 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.

[BOTH SIGH]

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.
- [LAUGHS]

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?

[BOTH LAUGHING]

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...

- [COOING]
- ... there will be blood.

[JUDAS COOING]

And tomorrow, there shall be glory.

Yes.

Hail Satan.

Hail Judas.

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[MS. WARDWELL] I'll be
right back, my love.

[GROWLING]

[GASPING]

[WHISPERS] The Dark Lord.

[DARK LORD] The temple has yet to fall.

The mortal is a distraction.

Get rid of him, Lilith. [GROWLS]

Of course.

You belong to me, and only me.

[GURGLING]

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...
- [GURGLING]

[GURGLING CONTINUES]

[WHISPERS] 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.

[CHUCKLES]

[WHISPERS] And that's okay, too.

Perhaps you're right, Hilda.

Perhaps the Dark Lord won't come.

[GROWLING]

He hath come for me.

I...

I'll just slip on out, then.

[GROWLING]

[CRASHING FOOTSTEPS]

Prudence.

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[GASPING] Zelda?

Who's that screaming to wake the dead?

- [SCREAMING]
- [FAUSTUS] 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!

[ZELDA] Faustus!

- No! Let him speak first!
- Faustus!

[GASPS] Lanucae magicae!

Find the traitor!

[ALL MUTTERING]

♪ I don't want to have to wait ♪

♪ Just meet me at the gate ♪

- [GROANS]
- [GASPS] 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!

[GASPS]

[GASPS] It was... It wasn't me.
You have to believe me.

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

- [SALEM YOWLS]
- [FAUSTUS] Find the traitor!

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

Blackwood and the Judas
boys will murder me.

Nick, get Ambrose someplace safe.

Go, go now. I'll stall as long as I can.

Where is he? Where is the
murderer, Ambrose Spellman?

Murderer? 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?

[INDISTINCT YELLING]

You don't really think Ambrose
killed 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.

[YELLING AND CLATTERING]

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!

[ALL] 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.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[DOORS CREAKING]

You can come out now. They're gone.

[ECHOING WHISPERS]

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

It's hell in there.

Literally.

But Nick's a friend, so... [CHUCKLES]

Ambrose, you don't look well.

- I don't feel so...
- [GASPS]

Ambrose. Ambrose. There, there.

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

- [BUBBLING]
- I'll get you a drink.

[GROANING]

You're all right, Ambrose.

[RETCHES]

[GASPS] 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 killed 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 murdered 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 kill Father Blackwood.

[WHIMPERS]

For Luke.

For all that is unholy.

[BIRDSONG]

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.

[SIGHS]

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 murder.

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.

[CHURCH BELLS RINGING]

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.

[SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYS]

[CONGREGATION WHISPERING]

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.

- [KNIFE SWIPES]
- [BLOOD TRICKLES]

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...

[EDWARD] Murderer!

- 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.

- [DIANA] Murderer!
- [EDWARD] I accuse Faustus Blackwood,

who killed the Anti-Pope while he
slept under the very same roof.

Murderer!

Confess, Blackwood, or face my wrath!

[CONGREGATION MURMURING]

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!

- [WHOOSHING]
- [ALL GASP]

- [GASPS] Sabrina?
- [FATHER BLACKWOOD] 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 killed my father and mother,

and I believe he killed
the Anti-Pope too.

- [ALL MURMURING]
- 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!

- [GASPS]
- [CRUNCHING]

[SCREAMS]

[AMBROSE GROANS]

- [YELLS]
- [GASPING AND SCREAMING]

[AMBROSE] Blackwood!

[YELLING]

Adam diaboli muniat oculos.

[CAWING]

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.
- [CAWS]

Oh, relax.

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

[DOOR OPENS]

- [WIND WHISTLING]
- 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...
- [RINGING SOUND]

... you'll never take it off.

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

- Not ever.
- [GASPS]

- I love you, Mary.
- [BOTH LAUGHING]

[DOOR OPENS]

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!

[SCOFFS]

Stopped it? [LAUGHS]

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

[WHIMPERING]

[DOORS CREAKING]

[FATHER BLACKWOOD] 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.

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[MAN] Greg, move your head!