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No, no, no.
The Fly is about body dysmorphia.

Isn't it about a guy
who turns into a giant fly?

The original, yes, but Cronenberg said
his remake was a metaphor for STDs.

- Yeah.
- Guys, what are we doing this weekend?

Well, my dad is going
to the Farm Expo for three days,

- so I'm stuck at home by myself.
- Ooh!

Let's have a girls' night.

- Uh...
- C'mon, Susie, please?

My mom and dad are trying to get me
to lead this youth group

at their church this weekend.

Staying with you would give me
the perfect excuse not to do that.

I dunno, Roz.

'Brina, you in?

Actually, I'll be at the expo too
this weekend.

I'm helping my Aunt Hilda sell her honey.

Wait, you're not gonna be gone
the entire expo, are you?

Yeah, I am.

But I have a coping strategy.

Whenever I'm really missing you,
I'll hold you close to my heart.

Call me the second you get back.
I'll come right over.

Uh... Relax, Romeo, it's three days.

Yeah. I mean, seriously, you guys.
Seriously, you guys!

Aren't you even a little excited?

I'm stressed, Ambrose.

Starting a new school is stressful.

Not to mention I'm lying
to Harvey and Roz and Susie.

And I don't see why I have to be
at the academy for three whole nights.

It's your induction.

Cousin, you are on the precipice
of a stupendous new adventure

at the Academy of Unseen Arts.

You will meet interesting witches
and warlocks from all over the world.

Some of them,
a great many of them, will be hot.

Ambrose, I'm not going to the academy
to hook up with hot warlocks.

I am going to the academy
to learn how to defeat the Dark Lord.

I'm going to learn how to conjure him,
bind him, banish him.

That's my only agenda.

Okay. Before I forget,
I have made you these.

Ooh! They're to take to the academy.
Keep in your little pockets.

- Protection charms.
- Honestly, Hilda, what next?

Crystals? Sage?

I was concerned, Zelda,
that she was gonna get bullied.

You know how cruel girls can be
at that or any age.

Don't worry about me, Aunt Hilda.
I can take care of myself.

I know. Ooh!
What if you take Salem in with you?

Or we could teleport him to you.

Nonsense.

Only babies and ninnies
take their familiars to school.

Remember when you tried
to bring your spiders?

How all the other students laughed
and called you names?

Yes.
I remember one in particular.

My years at the academy
were amongst the happiest of my life.

The books I read,
the friendships I cultivated.

It was like being part
of the most marvelous salon,

arguing about ideas, philosophy.

Your father and I would get
into such debates.

Hmm, really? Because you seemed to be
on the same page about signing my name

in the Book of the Beast.

Eat up and then I'll get my coat
and drive you.

Absolutely not, Hilda.

Hmm?

You've been excommunicated,
or had you forgotten?

Oh, how could I forget when you're
reminding me every other minute?

As a consequence, you're not allowed
within spitting distance of the academy

or any other Church of Night property,
for that matter.

Well, I can give my niece a bloody hug
before she goes, can't I?

Pardon me, Miss. Are you Sabrina?

I am.

I'm Quentin. We've been expecting you.
This way, please.

Are you a student here?

Oh, of course, Miss. I'm here to show you
to Father Blackwood's office.

The academy was built according
to the principles of sacred geometry.

Each room
is a perfectly proportioned pentagon

that locks with the one next to it.

No one knows
how many pentagons there are, exactly.

Some say an infinite number.

Welcome to
the Academy of Unseen Arts, Miss Spellman.

I recognize that there's been a bit of...
unpleasantness between us,

but that's only because
we so desperately wanted to get you here.

I've prepared your schedule.

Um...

- Yes?
- What about classes like conjuring?

Binding rituals?

Demonology?

You have to fulfill
the academy's general requirements first.

Just now, I believe,
you are due at choir practice.

Forgive the interruption, my dear,
but I have an addition to your ranks.

Sabrina Spellman, my wife, Lady Blackwood.

I've heard a lot about you, Sabrina.
We've all heard a lot about you.

Welcome.

I'll leave Miss Spellman
in your capable hands, then.

Now, Sabrina, can you sight read music?

Just a verse or two,
so I know where to place you.

My, my.

Prudence.

I do believe
you have some competition, finally.

Hi. I'm Nicholas Scratch. Nick Scratch.

Mind if I join you?

Sure. Sure.

- I'm Sabrina.
- Spellman.

You're Edward Spellman's daughter.

I am.

Your reputation precedes you.

Your father's as well.
I'm, uh, reading his journals right now.

You are? How do you have them?

I don't. Not personally.

They're in the Sanctum,
the library for advanced students,

under lock and key.

Cassius, the librarian,
brings them out to you, one by one,

but you can't even take notes
while reading them.

- Why not?
- They're considered dangerous texts.

Your father was a controversial figure
in the witch community.

- But why am I telling you that?
- You mean, for marrying my mother?

And some of his more radical ideas.

Radical to others, by the way,
I personally think he was brilliant.

Ahead of his time.

The greatest conjurer
the Church of Night has ever produced.

Is that what you're studying
at the academy? Conjuring?

Conjuration. Demonology.
Invocation. Ritual magic.

- Necromancy, but that's hush-hush.
- Oh, wow.

- It's fun?
- Yeah.

Sabrina, Nicholas,
we're not interrupting, are we?

No, not at all. Join us, please.

Well, Sabrina,
how are you enjoying the academy so far?

Is it like your other school?

Uh, Baxter High?

- No. Not really.
- You know what we heard?

We heard you didn't want
to take your Dark Baptism

because you were in love
with some mortal boy.

Must be some Spellman kink, hmm?

Slumming with mortals?

Like father, like daughter, right?

Careful, Nicky, or she'll cocktease you
the way she did the Dark Lord.

Why do you have to be
such a bitch all the time, Pru?

I don't know, Nicky. Why do you have to be
such a warlock-slut all the time?

What's your next class?
And can I please walk you?

Sure.

See you later, ladies.

Oh, don't worry... we will.

I love these old movies.

- What's this one called again?
- Carnival of Souls.

- Hmm.
- It was filmed in Salt Lake City.

What was that?

Roz.

Is there someone else
in the house with us?

- I tried to tell you.
- Tell me what?

It's my uncle.

He's really sick.
He rings the bell when he needs something.

I should probably go check on him.

I'm obviously coming with you.

Oh, my God.

What happened to him?

Uncle Jesse got sick...

working in the mines for Harvey's dad.

One day, he just went crazy down there.
He...

He said he saw something.

Some...

monster.

He's never been the same.

My dad and I take care of him
and make sure he gets his medicine, but...

most of the time, he's sedated, quiet,

but... every so often, like...

since the eclipse...

And your dad just leaves you
alone with him?

I told him it would be okay,

that I was ready
for the responsibility, but...

Are you?

I don't know.

But if I keep the door to his room locked,

will you stay with me
the rest of the weekend?

Don't show them you're scared,
or they'll kill you on the spot.

Wait...

Where am I?

You're in the Witch's Cell.

Where the Greendale Thirteen were held.

What is this, Prudence?

This is the Harrowing.

It's a witch tradition.

You have to be able to endure
what those earliest Greendale witches did.

Thirteen made it to the noose,
but many more perished in here.

This place winnowed them.

No sunlight, no water, no food.

Wallowing in their own filth,

most witches went mad
and cut their own throats.

They haunt this place still.

They'll show you terrible things
in the dark.

Things that will make you go insane.

But you're a Spellman.

A daughter of a High Priest.

You're not scared of the dark.

You can take it.

Unless, of course... you lose your head.

No, please!

Help!

Well, looks like the cell's claimed
another victim.

- The poor girl's lost her mind.
- She's gibbering like a loon.

It's a pretty sound, isn't it?

Like waves on a beach.

Oh, it wasn't so bad in the end.

This is Salem, by the way.

He protects and comforts me,
wherever I am.

He's very clever.

In goblin form, there isn't a crack
he can't squeeze through.

Bye, girls.

Hey, you're up early.

I didn't ever go to sleep, Harvey.

What, did you and your Aunt Hilda go out
partying with a bunch of farmers?

Not exactly.

I hate it here.

You hate the expo?

- Come home, then.
- No.

I can't.

I have to see it through.

Really?

Man, I guess I didn't realize
how intense these expos were.

They are.

But this is helping.

- What?
- Hearing your voice.

Oh, yeah?

It's not even my sexy voice.

Keep talking, Harvey Kinkle,
just... keep talking.

Salem?

Has anyone seen...

Give them back.

Whatever are you talking about?

My cat. Who was sitting on my pajamas.

- What cat?
- What pajamas?

They were on my bed,
now they're both gone.

They are?

Oh, dear.

I know you took them.

How bad do you want them?

Give them back to me!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Miss Spellman.

Get dressed at once,
and then to my office.

Firstly, familiars are not permitted
at the academy.

Salem will have to go home with Zelda.

Secondly, and I feel I must ask this,
are you happy here, Sabrina?

Of course she is, Faustus.

Picking fights with other students.
Complaining about your schedule.

What's this now?

I didn't come here to major in herbalism,
or Latin, Aunt Zelda.

Well, of course you didn't.

If this is what you've got her studying,
it's no wonder she's feeling restless.

She's not being challenged.

I told Father Blackwood
I wanted to study conjuring.

Like my father.

Zelda, I can't put her in conjuring
without being sure she's ready.

It wouldn't be safe.

For her or the other students.

Then test her.

What is it?

It's an Acheron Configuration,
if I'm not mistaken.

An arcane puzzle.

A variation on it, yes.

It's a test of mental
and actual dexterity.

Solve it, and you can join
conjuring class.

- Or go mad trying.
- That won't happen with your niece.

Only the weak-willed fall prey
to the Acheron's fascinations.

Quite right.

Sabrina will prove herself
her father's daughter.

I had forgotten how fiercely maternal
you can be, Zelda.

There's a personal matter
I'd like to discuss with you in private,

- if your niece will excuse us.
- Of course she will.

And Sabrina...

behave.

I will, Aunt Zelda.
Even though I'm still missing my pajamas.

Zelda, Lady Blackwood
has miscarried twice before.

This distresses us gravely.

But now that I sit here with you,
I feel... comfort.

Sister Spellman...

would you be a midwife to her?

To Constance?

Faustus, it's been years
since I've delivered a child.

If I remember correctly,
you've never lost a babe, not once.

Please, Zelda.

Your High Priest is asking you.

Hi, there.

Hey.

So I heard you got into a fight
with Prudence.

- I did.
- I'll talk to her.

Please don't.
That will only make her hate me more.

So, did you guys date?

For a short period of time, yeah.

Yeah, I was involved with the sisters.

All three of them?

All at once?

- What happened?
- Their gifts include mind control.

I wasn't sure what was real
and what was... suggestion.

What are you doing with
an Acheron Configuration?

Blackwood gave it to me.

Says that as soon as I solve it,
I get to take conjuring classes.

Hmm.

- Okay.
- What? What's so funny?

That particular configuration
was your father's thesis.

He designed and built it.

My father did?

Yeah. Blackwood's been trying
to solve this damn thing for 20 years.

I tried for three. Gave up.

See, the configuration's
almost like a kaleidoscope.

Its colors and patterns are...

addictive, and...

the more you stare at it,
the harder it is to solve.

If you're not careful,
it can mess with your head.

You can get lost in it.

Wonderful.

Due respect, Sabrina,
you're never going to be able to do it.

If my father made it, then he probably
wrote about it in his journals, right?

Nothing explicit.
Nothing I've come across.

Yes, but you're not a Spellman.

Sneak me into the library,
get me access to his journals.

What you're asking is impossible. Okay?

I mean, if we got caught, and we would,
we'd both be expelled from the academy.

I doubt I'd be expelled.

They'd probably just extend
my immersion indefinitely.

Would that be such a bad thing?
Being a full-time student here?

I should go.

- Hey, Roz. What's up? How was Susie's?
- Um...

Did you ever meet her Uncle Jesse?

I think so.
He moved away a while back, right?

No. He's still living with them
at the farm. He's, like, really sick.

Susie said he saw something
down in the mines and it...

seriously messed him up.

In the mines?

Spellman Sisters Mortuary.

Hello?

Speaking. Who's this?

Luke.

Of course I remember. Yeah.

I've met someone, Auntie.

Hmm?

He's asked
if I'd like to go on a date with him.

Oh.

So I was going to astral project
to a coffee shop, with your help.

That's risky.

Also, you wouldn't be able
to touch him, love.

No... but we could...

see each other.

Have a conversation, face to face.

I like him, Auntie.

Mmm.

I... I know.

I'm sorry, hon, but it's just...
it's too dangerous.

Auntie Zee projects all the time.

And with you guarding my body,
I'll be perfectly safe.

Only the dead are allowed
to travel the astral plane.

You spend enough time out there,
and the psychopomps will find you.

They will assume you're dead.
They will carry you off to the hereafter,

or... they will tattle
to the Dweller in the Abyss.

They may look like
sweet little sparrows,

but they are in fact vicious,

spiteful, hateful creatures,
much like sisters.

First sign of a psychopomp,
and I'm out of there.

- Swear on Satan's claw.
- Can't do it.

Hey, besides the psychopomps
and the Dweller, Zelda...

Thought my ears were burning.

What are you two plotting?

We're not, we're just...

Just wondering
where you're going so smart.

So smart.

I've been invited
to the High Priest's house to sup.

With your medical bag?

Shut up, Hilda.

- What?
- You are persona non grata.

Dinner with the High Priest
is a great honor.

One you'll never again enjoy.

You two will have to fend
for yourselves tonight, I'm afraid.

We'll need candles, the address
of the coffee shop, and a map.

- Mm-hmm.
- We do it in the embalming room.

Yes, Prudence.

This creature was spying on us
in the girls' showers.

It's clearly someone's familiar,
but do you know whose?

Yes. Leave it with me,
I'll see that it's dealt with.

Shall I kill the raven?

Or will you take it and yourself away?

- Stolas doesn't like being caged.
- Then keep him out of my academy.

The Dark Lord asked me
to watch over Sabrina.

Where she goes, I follow.

Not this weekend.
The academy is my purview.

Why don't you shift your focus?

I don't need you to tell me my business.

I am merely pointing out
that with Sabrina away,

her chums will be vulnerable.

Her aunties, too.

And that you might have some fun,
Ms. Wardwell.

All right. Right-o.

- You've got 20 minutes.
- Thirty.

Twenty. Then I'm pulling you back.

Vola anima per aeterna.

Vola anima per aeterna.

Vola anima per aeterna.

Vola anima per aeterna.

Ambrose?

Um...

We don't usually take walk-ins.
It's not that kind of, uh...

- not that kind of business.
- Sorry, can I help you?

I'd, uh... I'd like to make
some funeral arrangements.

Right. If you'd like to take a seat,

maybe, in there? There's a catalog
you can have a little look through.

- Catalog?
- Yes. I have to pop to the, um...

I'll just be like ten minutes.

- Hey, there.
- Hi.

So, do you, uh...
Do you come here a lot?

Not a lot, no.
I definitely would not say a lot.

Yeah, it's pretty kitschy.

- So what are your usual haunts?
- I, uh...

I'm more a homebody, myself.

How about you?

Don't be dead. Don't be dead.

Okay.

Ambrose.

Hurry up. Hurry up, lad, come on.

I spoke to Connor's father yesterday.

There was some paperwork
he had to finish up.

The police are still looking
for Connor's killer,

- but they're not having much luck.
- You know, Ambrose, not to be harsh,

but I didn't call you
so we could talk about Connor.

- I called to get to know you better.
- Of course.

Yeah.
Because that's what people do. Um...

I'm sorry, I'm a bit out of practice.

What's the craziest thing
you've ever done?

Wow...

...you're going right to it.

Yeah. Right to the meat of it.

I'm not proud of it, but...

I was arrested for attempting
to blow up the Vatican.

But...

Wait, are you serious?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

Guys, please.
We have no reason to hate each other.

Wrong.
We have plenty of reasons to hate you.

Your father betrayed his own kind
to marry a mortal.

You'll betray us the first chance you get.

If you survive the Harrowing.

Wh...

But I already did survive. Last night.

That was only the beginning.

I'll scream.

You think anyone here will help you?
They hate you.

Scream as much as you'd like,

it'll just be 20 girls harrowing you
instead of three.

Excuse me, may I help you?

So sorry.

I was looking for the powder room
and that lovely little English lady

that told me to wait
has been gone for so long...

And you are?

Ms. Wardwell.

I'm one of Sabrina's teachers, but...

I came here to make
some funeral arrangements.

I see.

And the woman you spoke to?
Where did she go?

The basement, I believe. Yes.

I shall be on my way.

Hilda, what game are you playing at?

You nervous, Ambrose?

Nervous?

- How... How do you mean? What?
- You haven't touched your drink,

and you keep looking out the window
as if you're expecting someone.

I thought I'd have more time.

- I have to go, Luke.
- What?

I'm sorry, this... this was a mistake.

- Ambrose, wait.
- Ambrose.

- Hilda, where are you? Where's Ambrose?
- Zelda.

Dear Satan!

Have you two completely taken leave
of your senses?

Astral projection? Of all the stupid,
reckless things you could do.

It was well in hand.

You left a client alone, upstairs,
which is totally unprofessional, Hilda.

And Ambrose, my dear felon,
you are housebound.

You're forbidden from leaving the grounds,
and that includes your spirit.

This is the same path
the Greendale Thirteen,

who'd survived torture and imprisonment,
walked to the noose.

They kept their eyes straight ahead,
fixed on the path.

Mortals surrounded them on either side,

and if any witch lifted their eyes
to meet a human's gaze...

They were stoned to death on the spot.

What...

What do I do now?

You do exactly what the original 13 did.

You stand in the wet, cold night.

Exposed.

Without shoes.

Without rest.

And you don't turn around,
no matter what you hear.

For how long?

Until dawn.

And if I turn around, what happens?

'Brina. Help me. These girls...

You're not really Harvey.

What? Of course it's me, Sabrina.

Please. Please turn around.

Oh, God, please, no.

Sabrina, it's your mother.

No.

You're a thing.

A sending or a... a demon,
but you're not my mother.

Let me look at you, your face.

Just once, Sabrina, please.

Go away.

Begone, demon.

Sabrina,
that's no way to speak to your mother.

Apologize.

Dad?

Daddy?

My brave
young girl, why won't you look at me?

I... I...

Just a quick peek, my darling.

My light, my life.

Please stop.

One tiny glance and you'll see.

It will all be over.

It's morning, Miss.

You've passed their test.
You can come back to school now.

Quentin, you shouldn't be out here alone.

These woods aren't safe.

There's nothing out here
that can hurt me anymore.

Come, I'll show you.

What?

There used to be a groundskeeper
who buried us...

but he died many years ago.

Would you like to meet the others?

Oh, Quentin.

Spellman Sisters Mortuary,
how may I assist you?

Aunt Hilda, it's me.

Oh! It's Sabrina. It's Sabrina!

Come on!

Oh!

It's so nice to hear your voice.
How are you, my little possum?

Uh, I'm okay,
but I need your and Aunt Zelda's help.

Sabrina? This is Zelda. What kind of help?
What have you done now?

Children are dying at the academy,
Aunt Zee,

and no one is doing anything to stop it.

Dying? Dying how?

Students have been harrowed to death
by other students.

And the weird sisters...

are harrowing me.

- Are they now?
- We'll be right there, love.

Okay. Please hurry.

But Zelda, harrowings
have always been a part of the academy.

They're tradition.

You even participated in some yourself.

Spirited child's play, Faustus.
I never killed a child!

Other than your sister,
who is in violation

of her excommunication by coming here.

I would contend
that circumstances demanded it.

And I would contend that
the Church of Night is only as strong

as its weakest member,
and that a good harrowing forges the weak.

My niece is not weak.

Then really, sister,
what is there to worry about?

What if it were your child being harrowed?

- What did he say?
- He's going to look into it.

And you believe him?

Of course not. Take us to the children.

Quentin?

Would you please come out?

We, uh... We want to help.

And feel free to bring the others.

Oh, the poor dears!
Your heart breaks for them.

I think they're bound to the academy
because they died here.

Witches hurting witches.

It's unspeakable.

How can we free them?

Is that what you want, children?

To be released from here?

Where would we go?

This is our home.

Yes, it is.

So what do you want, then?

I... I believe I know what they want.

I was harrowed back in my day.

By my own sister, no less.

And the thing that I craved
more than anything in the world

was revenge.

They just need someone
to give them permission to do it.

Isn't that what all
well-behaved children need?

Permission?

Okay. Come on.

Gather around, my darlings.

You listen to your Auntie Hilda.

We're gonna play a game,
and you're gonna love it.

We're gonna have fun.

And you'll feel so much better.

Why didn't you tell us about your uncle?

Because my dad doesn't want us
talking about him.

Also, your dad owns the mine
that made him sick.

What did Jesse see down there?
Did he ever tell you?

- Is that him? Can I go talk to him?
- I dunno, Harvey.

Susie, please.
I saw something in the mines, too.

Uh...

Mr. Putnam?

I'm a friend of Susie's.

Uh...

Susie told me...

you used to work in the mines, and...

that's how you got sick.

I've been down there...

and...

I'm wondering if maybe...
you saw what I saw.

And...

And if you'd be willing to talk to me.

Or I could do the talking,
and you could just maybe ring yes or no?

He's going to eat your souls!

I don't think I'll be able to sleep a wink
until I know she's all right.

- Hilda?
- Yep?

When we were at the academy,
if I pushed your harrowing too far...

"If"?

You were ruthless.

No, I know I was.

And I'm sorry for that.

Aren't you gonna go to bed?

I thought I might stay up and read.

Right.

Should I put the kettle on?

Are you ready to meet your fate?

Prudence, please,
I'm begging you, leave me alone.

There's not a hope in hell of that,
half-breed.

Now get moving.

Do you know what it's like
to die by hanging?

Most people think it's fast, but it's not.

Any last words?

Yes.

Thirteen witches were hanged here
by witch hunters.

Those women couldn't possibly
have imagined a place like the academy.

A school where witches would be safe.

Even if they could, they'd never believe
that the women inside its walls

would turn on one another like this.

Which is why...

the academy tradition of harrowing
ends tonight, Prudence.

It's three against one.

You're going to die, half-breed.

So give the Dark Lord our best, won't you?

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.

Light as a feather...

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.

Like I said, harrowing of any kind
will no longer be tolerated.

Understood?

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.

Understood?

If you say another thing
about my mother or father to anyone

ever again...

I'll choke you to death on your own blood.

He's been quiet for a while now.

Think we should go check on him?

Yeah, maybe.

We probably should.

Just to make sure he's okay.

Quentin.

What will you
and the other children do now?

Watch over the school.
Make sure there are no more harrowings.

Even after you're gone.

Thank you, Miss, for everything.

You're welcome. Glad we could help.

Who are you talking to?

Myself.

- Hello, Nicholas.
- Hi.

- You survived your immersion.
- I did. Barely.

I haven't made it to conjuring class yet,
but I will.

About that.

Look, this has to be
our little secret, okay?

- One of your dad's journals.
- But you said...

I said I couldn't sneak you
into the library.

I didn't say I couldn't sneak this out.

Maybe it'll help
with the Acheron Configuration,

but even if it doesn't,
you should get to know your father.

Thank you, Nicholas.

Really.

Call me Nick.

Bye.

You asked to see me, Reverend Father.

I did, Prudence.

The three of you, senior students,
and one of her.

A hedge witch without formal schooling,
a half-breed.

Yet she bested you.

She humiliated you!

There's no excuse, Father.

It will not happen again.

I hope not.

The Dark Lord wants Sabrina educated
at the academy.

So be it.

But he gave no indication that
she shouldn't suffer while she's here.

You should've let me drive
up there. For both our sakes.

Next time for sure.

The stuff we do for family, huh?

Yeah.

Ugh.

That's about all I care to see
of that business.

So how was the rest of the expo?
Did your aunt sell all her honey?

What?

Oh, yeah. Uh, yeah, she did, yeah.

How was your weekend?

Insane. I wanna tell you about this thing
that happened with Susie's uncle,

but it might be better to do in person.

Can I come over?

Right now?

I have a lot of homework
to catch up on tonight,

- but can we walk to school tomorrow?
- Uh...

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Great.

I love you, Harvey.

I love you too, Sabrina.

Brett, move your head.