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[fire crackling]

Just five minutes more.

[Fiona sighs, chuckles]

[? gentle music playing]

Your fever's passing.

Reminds me of the time I came back from the Hebrides.

Remember? [chuckles]

I don't know whose cauldron you dipped your finger in, but...

you wouldn't let anyone else touch you till I came back.

You were such a pale little thing.

White as milk, but burning like an ember.

Maybe the only thing wrong with me was that you went away.

Yeah, but I came back. That's the point.

[sighs] Oh, your fever was so high,

the whole Coven thought you were destined for the Tombs of Medari.

But you still had some bite in you. [laughs]

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh. You sank your teeth deep into dear little old Myrtle Snow.

[chuckling] What a bloody mess you made of it all.

- I have no memory of it. [chuckles] - [chuckles]

You curled up on my lap, just like you are now.

Looked at me like I was the only thing

standing between you and oblivion.

[sighs]

[pats back]

I gotta get up,

let some air in this room. Whew.

- [wind blowing] - [sighs]

You know, you looked up at me

with such f-faith.

Do you know what that did to me, to be worshipped like that?

Without ever having earned it?

- Oh, Mother, that is what children do. - [scoffs]

And then I spent years

eroding your faith in me.

I know that I've had time to ruminate and regret.

It's not the demons with the pitchforks

that make hell so unbearable.

It's being alone with your memories.

Don't they let you remember the good times?

Your adventures?

Lovers?

Accomplishments?

Yeah, they do.

[? music continues]

But they just make you feel...

[breathes deeply]

...what you gave up to have them.

Like being with you.

After a lifetime of hurting you and disappointing you...

[whispers] ...you conjured me back.

Your Coven did that.

No, no, no, no!

No!

This is your Coven now.

You are the Supreme, and there can only be one.

That's the rule.

And you have to own that.

Now, stand up.

Stand up!

[? music continues]

[grunting]

I... I can't.

- Yes, you can. - I can't. I don't have the strength.

'Cause I'm not built like you, Mother.

This darkness closing in, I know you feel it.

And it's too heavy for me.

And you never prepared me for this.

No, I didn't.

And I regret that.

You know, every mother wonders

if she brought her baby into a world

more brutal than the one she had known as a child.

[sighs]

We don't all get...

a chance to atone for our sins...

but this will be my penance.

I will make you strong.

And I will help you become

a Supreme for the ages.

But after that...

[inhales, exhales]

...you are on your own.

Now, stand up.

Do we even know what we're up against?

Someone brought those monsters back from the dead.

Find out what they're made of, and you will find their maker.

Why do we have to cut him open again?

Because... whoever sent these killers will have left behind a signature,

a trace of themselves in the magic.

Like a fingerprint.

[squelching]

[? eerie music playing]

Ugh, I'm gonna be sick.

- [knife clatters] - [Queenie] Ugh.

Do not touch it.

[hissing]

Wait.

[snake hissing]

Snakes? That shit's got to be voodoo.

Why's it gotta be voodoo?

I don't know, Queenie. Why don't you tell me?

- You're the expert. - You are so ignorant.

Voodoo has nothing to do with a bunch of black sludge coming out of a-

Oh, quiet! I cannot hear myself think.

There is no time for discord.

If you wanna help me, please gather the girls and get the house in order.

- Go. - Go.

[hissing]

[? music fades]

It's merely chicken soup.

Yes, well, nothing is ever what it seems with you, Mother.

Well, granted,

I did take a few liberties with the recipe.

Nettles for fortitude, rue to strengthen your inner eye

and a cube of bouillon

because you are blessed with a mother with good taste.

Here, take some.

It'll fortify you.

What are you doing?

Can we not?

Hmm.

I mean, can we just stop this?

- [sighs] - You were a shitty mom.

You died, you went to hell, and I became the Supreme.

Empty gestures are probably best sorted on the therapist's couch,

and we don't have time for that.

So, what do you make of our little guest here?

Well, it's dark magic, obviously.

A threat launched against us.

There's not a trace of anything human behind it.

And yet, a serpent.

Yes.

A sigil the devil has used to announce himself

since he first arrived in Eden.

So he wants to be known.

Yes, but how does one begin to defeat the devil?

Well, I don't know.

I've never had that privilege.

But I didn't become a Supreme by doing what I was taught.

Our skills emerge from the threats before us.

I am not afraid of conflict, Mother.

I'm not.

I just... I ca...

I can't see it.

I can't see anything at all.

So I am asking you for your help.

Help me.

Put me on the right path.

To deal with the devil...

one must befriend the devil's friend.

[? tense music playing]

[inhales deeply]

Are you sure?

I don't think your body is up for it. I really don't.

And I wish that you would let me go down and warn him.

He doesn't like surprises.

He can smell weakness.

And I need him to come to me.

[sighs]

This is the one.

Ready?

Lay down.

[? music continues]

Queenie, in case anything happens...

you're my favorite. You know that, right?

No, no, no, no.

You're not gonna put that on me.

You love all of us, and you're gonna make it back for all of us, okay?

Cross your arms.

- Concentrate. - [exhales]

[speaking Latin]

[? tense music plays]

[fire crackling]

Papa Legba.

I know you can hear me.

Show yourself!

[objects rattling]

Bold witch.

Making demands without so much as an offering.

What you need so bad,

calling Papa all alone in the dark?

[Papa chuckling]

I need nothing from you.

In fact, what I have, you need.

Insolence be a dangerous thing, witch.

- [sizzling] - [screams]

[grunting]

[panting]

Do what you will with me.

But know that Fiona Goode watches from above alive,

and she will avenge your cruelty.

Fiona Goode?

She is here, below, in hell.

I pity your ignorance.

You don't even know who's coming or going.

Has hell ever had a more impotent gatekeeper?

Bring her to me.

If you want her, you will have to come and get her yourself.

[objects rattling]

[? haunting music playing]

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[whispers] Who's the baddest witch in town?

[? music continues]

- [rumbling] - [objects rattling]

[? music ends]

You dare cheat the gates of hell?

[? eerie music playing]

Why, it was easy as a stroll down St. Charles.

- I am your keeper! - [snake hissing]

You will bow to me.

You go back to hell, you crazy bastard.

- I bow for no man! - [growls]

[Cordelia] I was the one who brought her back.

It was my spell.

Ancient magic.

The magic of the forgotten way.

[Fiona] So you see, with the power my daughter holds,

your role as gatekeeper doesn't really matter

that much anymore, does it?

And I am proof of that, you old ghoul.

[Cordelia] Imagine if I started pulling more souls out.

One by one.

Or ten at a time.

Pretty soon, other spirits might stop fearing you,

might think they could do your job better.

[chuckles]

[laughing]

You want something?

Papa listening.

I vow to destroy any record, any trace of the spell that brought my mother back.

All knowledge of it will die with me.

Tasty.

And what this voodoo daddy gotta give you in return?

[? music continues]

[hissing]

[fire whooshes]

Satan done sent that to your house.

[scoffs]

Well, we already knew that.

How do we defeat him?

No, no.

You putting Papa in danger now.

This voodoo daddy can't help you... [chuckling]

...without his voodoo mama.

Marie Laveau? No.

We will not be bringing that monstrous woman back.

I think we need to hear him out.

I agree.

It's your Coven.

Why Laveau?

Hold on now. Them mirrors got eyes.

Ears be pressing against these walls.

None of us are safe to talk.

Even Papa will need protection.

Only my high priestess know the way.

And if we agree, what's the catch?

No more picking the lock to hell.

One soul come up, one soul go down.

Them be the rules.

Then Papa can tell you

what only he can tell you.

Okay.

[sighs] Okay. I'll go.

I'm not afraid to go.

I just left there.

[coughing]

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[whimpers]

[Fiona] Wandering through an endless maze.

But worse than the dank air and dead ends,

what the maze was made of.

[sobbing]

Oh, God! [sobs]

I can't spend eternity here.

This place, it reeks of... [sobs] ...fish...

[sobs, sniffles] ...cat piss.

[panting]

[whimpers] What is this?

[sobs] Knotty pine!

[panting] No! No! Oh.

[? tense music playing]

No, no, no!

[shouting] No, no, no, no, no!

No! No! No, no!

And I would spend eternity in that maze if it would help Cordelia.

[Cordelia] No, Mother.

You know Laveau best, her methods and her malice.

Only you can back her into a corner.

[Queenie] No.

Cordelia, you are not strong enough yet.

Which is why it should be me.

[Queenie] It should not.

I'll go.

Queenie, listen to me.

This is something you cannot take back.

Cordelia, I understand exactly what I'm signing up for.

I'm a Black woman in America.

I have collapsed arches from holding generations of hell on my shoulders.

My entire body is on fire the second my feet touch the ground.

Do I deserve it?

No.

Can I handle it?

I don't burn anymore.

Take me.

Heart still clean. Hmm.

She proves herself an innocent.

I'm not that innocent.

Queenie, wherever you go, I will be with you,

I promise.

I know.

All right, now, listen here, if we let Queenie go with you,

you have to guarantee you will bring her back alive.

Now, what makes you so sure I'd be willing to make that bargain?

Because when we prevail, I will give you no choice.

[Papa growls softly]

Come, child.

[objects rattling]

[indistinct whispering]

[cicadas buzzing]

[sighs] Maybe this was a bad idea.

Uh, next customer, please.

I know it ain't who I think it is.

Pardonnez-moi, missy.

Do I know you from somewhere?

Peut-etre you once served at my dear friend's salon in the Marigny.

- Wait, what? - Never you mind.

And I do hesitate to bring to your attention,

but this poulet frit is very much not to my liking.

I'm sorry to hear that.

How can I help you, ma'am?

Ma'am? [chuckles]

"Madame" would suffice.

I'd be ever so grateful

for a few pieces of tender chicken,

- just soaked in buttermilk... - [sighs]

...served at its crispiest.

And that's what I served you.

[? tense music playing]

Pray tell, what is this sodden, greasy meat?

And how many weeks old is that lard you've been cooking it in?

We don't use lard.

We use vegetable oil.

Canola, probably.

And do I detect some African spices catching in my throat?

At none of the barbecues this season

would anybody dare serve such poison pepper slop.

All right, now, I do not appreciate the way you are talking to me.

A brick.

These dentures cost a fortune.

- Bona fide human teeth. - [groans]

And not one bite could cut through this sad excuse for a baked good.

Then you don't have to eat it.

Which overseer turned his back

so you should feel so free to express your impertinence?

I might be captive here in hell,

but I am always free to speak my mind.

And if this food is not for you, then this place is not for you,

and you may bounce your antebellum bitch ass

off to wherever you feel most comfortable.

Take your boudin noir fingers off my meal.

Oh, I never.

Jamais de ma vie.

Is that French for "I wanna see a manager"?

Fetch the proprietor at once.

If you were my girl, I would have sold you down the river by now.

Here's the thing, Temu Scarlett O'Hara.

The Civil War happened.

Reconstruction happened.

The Civil Rights Movement happened.

Barack Obama happened.

Lemonade by Beyonce Giselle Knowles-Carter happened.

Do you know what all that means?

- I haven't a clue. - [Queenie] Mmm.

It means that I will never, ever be your girl.

Oh. Oh! [groaning]

[screaming]

[? eerie music playing]

[grunting, screaming]

Taste it.

[Madame LaLaurie] Huh?

- [whimpering loudly] - Mm-hmm.

Yes. Taste it.

[whimpering, sobbing]

- [crunches] - Oh!

[gags, grunts] Oh.

- [whimpering] - Now, say your line.

I said say it.

It's finger-lickin' good.

[screams]

[blows]

It is done.

[? eerie music playing]

Where that snotty French bitch?

That cochon, LaLaurie.

[chuckles] The whitest and the ugliest of all y'all.

Well, it's nice to see you too.

If you still hiding her in this massah house,

I'm gonna put all of y'all in the ground.

[Fiona] Bonjour, Marie.

I would say welcome back,

but, well, you didn't stay away long enough for my taste.

There was never so horrid a sight in hell as you. Et voila.

That hair, still lifeless as ever.

[laughs] And that wig, those weaves, that turban... [chuckles]

...I could burn it off your head with a flick of my wrist.

Silence!

I didn't bring you back to watch you hiss and claw like cats in a sack.

The devil himself is closing in.

You all got to unite.

White magic ain't nothing without black magic.

In the storm that's coming,

the high magic of Salem

and the low magic of the Bayou,

they both gotta dance together,

or everything you know and love will die.

[? music continues]

So we have an agreement, a detente.

What she said.

[Papa chuckles]

United, we will defeat the devil himself.

Hell to the motherfucking yes.

[? haunting music playing]

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