All language subtitles for Chilling.Adventures.of.Sabrina.S01E02-fsd

Now...

your aunties tell me you have questions,
about your baptism and such.

I do...

but I'm not sure where to begin.

Allow me.

A witch's dark baptism
is our most sacred unholy sacrament.

The oldest of our rites.

We've been performing them for centuries.

Our Dark Lord's book,
the Book of the Beast,

is the most ancient tome in existence.

About that.

If I sign my name
in the Book of the Beast,

does that mean I'm giving
the Dark Lord dominion over my soul?

That's one interpretation,
but it's largely a symbolic gesture,

as rituals in most religions are.

- What else?
- Let's say

I do sign my name in his book.
Doesn't that mean he can call on me?

To do his bidding?

All religions demand some sacrifice.

But signing your name is more like...

a pledge, let's say.

That you'll abide by his commandments.

Do you know your Thirteen Commandments?

- We've taught them to her.
- She's learned them by heart.

I'm not an evil person, Father.

I am glad to hear it. Neither am I.
Neither are your aunts.

But the Devil...

The Dark Lord, yes?

...he is the embodiment of evil.

Incorrect.

He is the embodiment of free will.
Good. Evil.

Those words matter to the False God,
but the Dark Lord is beyond such precepts.

What about Hell?
I don't want to go there when I die.

First of all,
if you accept the Dark Lord's gifts,

you won't die, not for a very long time.

Second of all, Hell is for mortals.

In exchange for their service
and devotion,

witches are exempt
from the eternal flames of damnation.

Really, what's needed here
is a fundamental shift in thinking.

Okay, well, what about my boyfriend?

- Why do I have to break up with him?
- Your boyfriend, I assume, is mortal?

There is an inherent incompatibility.
Should you become a full witch,

your human partner would age
much faster than you.

My father married a mortal.

True, but he was High Priest
of the Church of Night

and was granted a special dispensation.

- By whom?
- The Dark Lord.

Satan himself blessed the union
of your warlock father and mortal mother,

but even then, even then,
it was not without controversy.

Some girls at the Academy of Unseen Arts
have suggested

that my parents' deaths
weren't accidental,

that maybe they'd been... murdered.

An inquiry was held.
No malfeasance was detected.

It was a terrible accident
that befell your mother and father,

but it was just that...

an accident.

Earlier today,
I took a bite of a malum malus.

You did what?

And the future it showed me was...

horrible.

The biting of a malum malus
for prognostication of the future

hasn't been recommended for decades.

Specifically because of
its wild inaccuracy.

But if I may...

your father was one of
the Church of Night's greatest thinkers.

He wanted you to follow in his footsteps.

It's right that you have
so many questions.

My advice?

Take your baptism.

Come to the Academy of Unseen Arts.

Learn our history.

Find answers to your questions.
Challenge them.

Make better answers.

Make us stronger.

Will you try, at least?

- And should it not be to your liking...
- You'll let me leave the Church?

Free choice, child.

That is the bedrock
on which our Church is built.

But I do hope I'll see you
in the woods on Samhain.

The moon is certain to be glorious.

She'll be there, Your Excellency.
With bells on, won't you, Sabrina?

Looking forward to it.

In that case...

if there's nothing else...

There is one thing, Your Excellency.

A witch's mark, without question.

What about the boy's parents?

Oh, mortal.

They adopted him, Father,
they didn't know.

Poor boy.

Alone in the world.

Raised by mortals.

Never baptized.

Think of what he might've accomplished.
Tragic, really.

His murder hasn't been solved.
I've been checking the papers, the news.

So, we've started to wonder

if there might not be a witch-hunter
in our midst.

- Highly unlikely.
- But possible.

I'll speak to the Council...

but I shouldn't think this is any more
than what it appears to be.

He's a bit dramatic, isn't he?
Father Blackwood?

He was your father's mentor, you know.

But, then, Dad surpassed him.

Yeah.

Your father was
incredibly charismatic, Sabrina.

People wanted to follow Edward,
wherever he went.

He was so handsome.

He could've been a movie star
if he'd chosen, like Cousin Montgomery.

But no, he received the call early.

When he was six years old, you know.

Aunt Hilda, did you ever have any doubts
about your dark baptism?

When I was your age,
I signed my name in the Book of the Beast.

I mean...

...us girls didn't have any options
back then.

It's just simply what was done.

Do I have regrets?

You mustn't tell your Aunt Zelda this,

but...

...some days, some nights...

I dream that I am walking
into the Greendale woods,

in the peak of dry season...

with a lit torch in each hand...

so that I'd watch the whole forest burn,
like so much kindling.

Have a lovely little sleep, my darling.

Tuckity-tuck-tuck-tuck.

Oh, there we go. This little piggy...

We're a little bit old.

Hilda, you fool,
you'll be the death of me.

And I'll be the death of you.

There you are.
Look who just stopped by for a visit!

- Hey.
- Hey.

You drew all of these?
They're wicked good, mate.

Thanks. Yeah, I'm pretty into comics
and graphic novels.

Me too. Alan Moore,
Neil Gaiman, Grant Morrison.

You came by to talk comics?

Uh, no, I wanted to surprise you.

And isn't it the loveliest surprise.

Um, also to ask your aunts...

I, uh... know you can't do anything

on your actual birthday
because you have plans.

She does. Set in stone.

So I came by to see
if we could celebrate the next day.

Uh, Saturday.

Go bowling, maybe.

You and me and Susie and Roz.

Your aunts can come, if they want.

The day after my birthday.

Would that even be possible?

I think it's a marvelous idea.

I do too,
but why don't we play it by ear, hmm?

What was that all about?

Me stopping by? It's partly
'cause I don't really know your aunts.

That's entirely intentional, you realize.

I don't know,
maybe bowling wasn't the right idea.

No, it was perfect.

Well, hey, if not this Saturday, the next.

And every Saturday after that.

We have all the time in the world.

What's this? I'm thinking we need
to redecorate a little bit.

What do you think?

"Women's Intersectional
Creative Cultural Association," huh?

Oh, man, well, look at this.

Oh!

Can they even call themselves women?

Hey, dicks-for-brains.

What's your problem, dyke?

Guys, guys, guys, guys! Let's go!

You can't let them get to you
like that, Susie.

- What am I supposed...
- What happened now?

I got suspended.

I'm supposed to take Susie home
and then come right back.

Except I can't go home,
I don't want my dad to know about this.

He won't, then. We'll go somewhere else.

Suspended for what?
It's not even first period.

I got into a fight.

With a bunch of asswipes
who were ripping our WICCA posters down.

Those football players?
The same ones as before?

Wait. You got into a fight
with football players? How many?

- Four of them.
- That's it, we're going to the police.

We are pressing charges.
Susie, this is physical assault.

Yeah, but I started the fight.

Susie, I swear to you,
this will never happen again,

but you have to tell me this time.

What are their names?

Billy Marlin, Ed Dursley,
Seth Grinwis, and Carl Tapper.

Four of Greendale's favorite sons.
Golden boys.

Before, they were bullying Susie,
now they're punching her?

She's tiny.
They have to be held accountable.

We'll go sit down together
with Principal Hawthorne

next week when he's back.

I may not be here next week.

Oh?

Have you decided you're leaving us?

It's looking that way,
but not if I can't get this sorted out.

I can't leave my friends in trouble.

Well, the only way boys like these
learn new behavior is to...

Fight fire with...

Hellfire.

Well, as an educator,
I'm not allowed to say such things.

But sometimes a little hell raising

is precisely what's needed
to move the needle.

Mind you, I wouldn't take them on alone.
Four against one? No, I'd even the odds.

And enlist the baddest bitches you know
to help.

I can think of three girls.

And then, once your house
is in order here,

you're free to transfer to this new school
with a... light heart.

The weird sisters, hand in hand,
travelers of the sea and land.

Thrice to thine and thrice to mine,

and thrice again, to make up nine.

Peace! The charm's wound up.

Hello, half-breed.

And how are we feeling today?

Do you mean because of your curse?

- Isn't that why you summoned us?
- So that we might remove it?

We'll happily do so, as soon as you pledge

that you won't be going to the Academy.

My Aunt Hilda's taken care of your curse
with a reversing spell...

but we still might be able
to strike a deal.

There are four mortal boys
who need to be taught a lesson.

Help me teach them,

and I'll stay right where I am
at Baxter High.

Are they handsome, at least?

It's always more fun
when they're handsome.

We'll back you up, half-breed.

But they're your enemies.

You'll have to do most of the work.

Sister?

Ooh! Zelda!

My turnips, they're coming up
marvelously this year.

I hope I've done your son justice,
Mr. and Mrs. Kemper.

Oh! He's beautiful.

He looks beautiful.

I'm so happy you're pleased.

Would you like some tea, Mrs. Kemper?

Forgive me for asking,
but I was wondering...

is there any news
on what happened to Connor?

- The police don't know anything.
- Hmm.

They don't know why he was in the park
at that hour. We don't know why.

He went out for a walk, that's all.

And tell me, Mr. and Mrs. Kemper,

should we be expecting a crowd
for Connor's visitation?

Connor didn't have a...
wide circle of friends.

He kept to himself?

Mmm, he was quiet.
He loved reading.

Well, and talking to his lizard.

How do you mean?

He kept an iguana in his room
under a heat lamp.

He would feed it and talk to it.

Sometimes, I swear, it looked like Connor
was actually waiting for it to answer.

Hmm.

What were the Kempers doing here?

I invited them to inspect my handiwork
on their son.

Ambrose, you're not meddling
in mortal affairs again, are you?

Connor wasn't a mortal.

In fact, I believe he even had a familiar.

An iguana.

Where's Aunt Hilda?

She annoyed me, so I killed her
and buried her in the yard.

What about Meg?

- 'Cause I would, in a heartbeat.
- Meg Simms?

- No, dude. She's a prude, I hear.
- Yeah, not to mention a dog.

I mean, her face is rather dog-like,
but her body, I mean...

Okay, let me ask you a question, then.

Could I put a bag over her head?

You could, but why go through
all that trouble

when you could just do her doggie-style?

Good call.

Hey, what's your problem, queer?

I gotta take a piss.

What the hell?

Guys. Guys.

Hello, boys.

What's up?

The four of us were thinking of having
a little party in the mines...

but we'd need beer and boys for that.

Do you go to Baxter?

You look kind of familiar.

I do, but my gal pals go somewhere else.

- Where? Riverdale?
- You wouldn't know it.

It's a special school.

Very special.

No boys allowed.

You know what they call this place,
don't you?

The Devil's Doorway.

They say the mines in Greendale
run so deep,

one shaft takes you
all the way down to Hell.

I don't know about this, man. This is
starting to feel really freaky to me.

Now, boys.

Don't go getting scared on us.

I just don't wanna break my neck
tripping in the dark.

There are lamps right inside the tunnel.
See?

Maybe they are scared.

Maybe they're just scared little boys.

We're almost there.

Where?

The Devil's Lair.

She's kidding, right?

You know what we forgot?

Music.

We can't have a party without music.

Wait, I hear something.

Listen.

This is so messed up.

- I love this song.
- Me too.

- Me three.
- Me four.

That's impossible.

Where the hell is that coming from?

It's so... warm down here.

- Probably because we're so close to him.
- Who?

You know who.

Guys, we should go.

Shut the hell up, Ed.

What do we think?

Too bright?

There, that's better.

Much better.

So much better.

- Just look at them.
- They're so adorable.

- We should take a picture.
- I brought a camera.

- What the hell?
- What?

You bitches are gonna regret that.

No... we won't.

Because these photos will be up
all over school

if you lay a hand on Susie

or any girl ever again.

Let's get outta here.

No one is going anywhere
until you give us those pictures.

No, no, no.

No one's going anywhere
because we're not done playing yet.

Prudence.

- You'll like this next game.
- This isn't what we talked about.

- It's called Devil...
- We got what we needed.

- Let's let them go.
- ...in the...

- We can't kill them.
- Huh?

- ...Dark.
- What the hell?

- What are they doing?
- Everyone stay calm.

- If we can't see them, they can't see us.
- There's where you're wrong.

- Girls?
- Guys, I can't see either.

Guys! Did you feel that?
Something touched me.

It touched me!

What's this?

Souvenirs from tonight.

I don't understand.

We took their boyhoods.

Until you release the birds,

those four boys won't be...
rising to any occasion.

A few weeks of impotence
might teach them better manners.

You could've warned me.
At least given me a heads-up.

We didn't think
you'd want to participate.

But perhaps you're more suited
to the Academy

than we originally imagined.

Yeah.

About that...

Oh, save your breath, we know you lied.

You're a terrible liar.

If you knew I lied,
then why would you help me?

We don't need a reason
to torment mortal boys.

But if you are transferring
to the Academy,

why bother with the boys at all?

They'll soon be out of your life.

I don't want them harassing my friends
when I'm gone.

If you care about them so much,
why leave them?

If you have a choice?

I'm not sure I do.

I'm getting a lot of pressure to transfer.
Father Blackwood came to my house.

What?

The High Priest visited you?

To relieve me of my doubts.

And he did, some of them, but...

it still feels wrong to me.

Signing my name in the Book of the Beast.

Knowing that, on some level, I...

I'm giving up my freedom.

You are.

In exchange for power.

An even exchange.

But I want both. I want freedom and power.

He'll never give you that.

The Dark Lord.

The thought of you, of any of us,
having both terrifies him.

Why is that?

He's a man, isn't he?

Nice outfit.
But Halloween's not until tomorrow night.

Roz is still having a party, by the way.

Her parents are out of town
at some retreat with their church.

So it should go pretty late,
if you wanna stop by after...

Harvey.

You like comic books. No, you love them.

And... And superheroes.

So, let's say you're a kid,
a normal kid, with a normal life.

And one day, you wander into a cave...

and this wizard who lives in the cave says
he'll grant you all these superpowers.

What powers?

Like, can I fly?

Eventually, yes.

But the wizard, he says that
in exchange for these powers,

you have to give up everything else
in your life.

Your school, your friends,
your girlfriend.

What would you do?

Are you my girlfriend in this scenario?

Yes.

Then no.

I wouldn't take them.

Really?

You'd give up flying?

There's no flying in my life...

without you, Sabrina Spellman.

Zelda.

Took you long enough.

Each slaying,
it takes you longer to resurrect.

Eventually, there will come a time
when I bury you and you'll stay buried.

You can't keep killing me.

I'm your older sister, Hilda,

it's my Satan-given right to kill you
as many times as I please.

Especially when
you're behaving so stupidly.

Encouraging Sabrina to do anything
other than join the Church of the Night.

Edward entrusted her to our care.

If Sabrina does not sign her name
in the Book of the Beast, we will have...

failed him and the Dark Lord.

So fair warning, sister.

Any silly doubts or regrets you feel...

keep them to yourself.

The simple truth is
Sabrina has no choice in this matter.

To pretend otherwise is reckless.

Have I made myself clear?

Yes, sister.

Aunt Hilda.

Ooh! Morning.

That's gorgeous.

It's your mom's wedding dress.

They lived such a fairy tale, those two.

I thought you might wear it tonight,
to your baptism.

Aren't witches only allowed to wear black
to their baptism?

Oh, that hasn't been the rule for years.
Decades.

You know, you have nothing
to be afraid of, my darling.

I mean, your Aunt Zelda and I
are gonna be there.

We...

And we'll make sure
nothing bad happens to you.

And then, you know, you'll see.

Tomorrow... you're gonna wake up,

and, well, you'll wonder
what all the fuss was about

in the first place.

Do you believe me?

My sweet, brave girl?

I love you.

Hilda and I have errands to run
and preparations to finish...

...but I've already called Baxter High

and told them you're having
a terrible outbreak of hives.

Wh... What?

Why would you do that, Aunt Zelda?

The day before your dark baptism
should be spent in quiet contemplation,

reading your satanic verses.

But I haven't said goodbye
to my friends yet.

I can't just vanish from their lives.

At a minimum,
I have to tell them that I'm...

Transferring to some posh private school
in Connecticut?

You'll send them a postcard.

Ambrose will keep you company
and keep an eye on you.

Won't you, Ambrose?

But of course, Auntie Zee.

So sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Meeks,

but Sabrina Spellman
wasn't in homeroom this morning and I...

I wondered if you'd heard from her.

I did.

Well, from her aunt.

- Ah.
- Hilda?

Zelda?

One of them called to say
that Sabrina's feeling under the weather

- and will be staying home today.
- Oh! Oh!

And on her birthday.
Oh, dear.

Well, it can't be helped, I suppose.

Have a good day, Mrs. Meeks.

Happy Halloween.

I'll still be able to see them,
won't I, Ambrose?

Roz and Harvey and Susie?

I mean, just because
we're not at the same school,

it doesn't mean we can't be friends.

I'll be at the Academy of The Unseen Arts
during the week, but during the weekends...

On the weekends,
you will still be a witch.

No, I know, but we'll still be able
to go to the movies, same as always,

and bowling,
and all the fun things we do together.

Of course, Auntie Mame and Baby Jane
would leave me to explain the hard bits.

Look, it is frowned upon.
It is discouraged.

But you talk to mortals.
And Hilda and Zelda, they talk to mortals.

Yeah, we do, in passing, but we do not
have meaningful connections with them.

The coven forbids that,
they will see to it.

What? They'll cast a spell on me
if I go to the mall with Harvey?

Ambrose, will they?

It's as though a veil drops...
between you and the mortal world,

and eventually, quite quickly, you're...

weaned from it.

- I won't forget them.
- You'll want to...

- or else the pain is too much to bear.
- Why would it be painful?

Time slows down,
and they'll grow old and you won't.

And those things that are
so terribly important to them

will... seem trivial and pale to you.

The longer you're a witch,
the more you'll understand, but...

it's better to forget the mortal world...

and think only of what is ahead...

and be ready for what is ahead.

- Cousin, where are you going?
- To call Harvey.

I'm having one last night with my friends.

Well, there we are. As I promised.

Black narcissus.

Marvelous.

How clever. You're dressed as your future.

Sabrina!

It was kind of last minute,
borrowed it from my brother.

I'm teasing, you look great.

You can come to the party with us,
if you want.

Thanks, but if I'm risking banishment
to the Nether Realm,

it's going to be for something other
than a high school masquerade.

- Nether Realm?
- He's kidding, Harvey.

I didn't have a costume, but is this okay?

You're... beautiful.

Happy Halloween.

And Birthday. And...

everything.

Well, if you're leaving, leave now,

before Hilda and Zelda come home
and eat you.

I'll explain that you'll meet them
at the appointed hour and place.

Cousin, if you are late,
the blue flames will burn you.

I won't be.

And thank you, Ambrose.

- Blue flames?
- It's just, uh, another joke.

- Hey, girl.
- Hey.

Sabrina, you came!

- I did.
- Oh, yay! Oh, my God!

Happy birthday!

Wow! You look beautiful.
Is that a wedding dress?

Yes.

- But it's not mine.
- Good.

You've been acting so cagey
about your birthday,

I thought you and Harvey
might do something crazy like elope.

Never.

I'd never do anything like that
without telling my best friend.

Thank you. I'm relieved to hear that.

Well, come in. Come in.

Hi!

Oh, uh, drinks are in the kitchen,
and I think Susie's back there.

I had to sneak out, but that's one
good thing about living on a farm.

My dad goes to sleep at eight o'clock.

And you're okay?

You're feeling okay after what happened
with those football creeps?

Honestly, Sabrina? I don't know why,
but I am raring for a rematch.

I have a feeling that won't be necessary,
Susie.

You guys, come on,
help me get the dancing started.

You guys.

No crying! Make a wish!

Hey.

What'd you wish for?

More of this.

Don't forget me, Harvey.

And don't hate me.

No matter what.

Promise?

Sabrina, why would I ever hate you?

Guys! Guys!

Everyone, it's happening.
Come on, in the backyard. Hurry.

Harvey, what time is it?

- Almost midnight.
- Oh, my gosh. I gotta go.

What? Oh, that thing with your aunts.
Let me take you.

No. No. You can't.

But...

I love you, Harvey.

I'll always love you.

Welcome, Daughter of Night.

Who presents this child
for unholy baptism?

We do, Your Excellency.

Late for your own baptism. Honestly.

You look lovely, darling.

Disrobe her, sisters.

We are gathered here together,
in these woods,

in the presence of our Dark Lord,

with all the souls,

the living and the dead, of our coven:

The Most Unholy Church of Night.

Kneel, child.

Our Dark Lord teaches us.

There is no law beyond.
Do what thou wilt.

Our Dark Lord asks:

Would you like to be happy, child,
to be free?

Free to love and to hate?

To be what nature meant you to be,
true to her laws and yourself only?

Sabrina.

Yes, Father.

Do you believe in Lucifer, the archangel,

who preferred the loss of Heaven
to that of his pride?

Yes, Father.

In exchange for this belief,

you shall be granted powers
that will enable you to be of service...

to the Dark Lord.

Sabrina Edwina Diana Spellman...

are you willing to forsake
the Path of Light

and follow the Path of Night
wherever it may lead you?

I am.

And are you willing to place our Dark Lord
above all others in your life,

be it your loved ones, your family,
your friends, your neighbors?

I...

am.

Then it is time to sign his book.

In signing his book,
the Book of the Beast,

you swear to obey without question

any order you may receive
from the Dark Lord,

or from any figure
he has placed in authority over you.

That's not what you said before.

In signing his book,
the Book of the Beast,

you swear to give your mind, body,
and soul unreservedly

to the furtherance of the designs
of our Lord Satan.

You said I would have free will.

I can't do this.

You must.

Sabrina.

Don’t you dare.

Darling?

Run.

Run. Run!

I'm sorry, Aunties.

Get her.

Ambrose!

Ambrose!

- Sabrina!
- Ambrose!

Ambrose!

You won't...
You won't believe what happened.

I think I can guess, cousin.

Behind you.

While the blood moon still shines,

you must sign the Book of the Beast.

I will not.

There is another path for me,

just as there was
for my father and mother.

A third way.

And even if there isn't,

my name is Sabrina Spellman,
and I will not sign it away!

Girls.

A circle of protection rings this house!

And no witch save a Spellman may cross it.

Any unwelcome witch that tries shall burn!

So please, go ahead.

When did you put a protection
on the house?

I didn't.

Though I should probably start, hmm?

I failed you.

I failed you, Dark Lord.
I deserve no mercy.

Please show me mercy.

Please.

Please, Dark Lord.

Thank you.

I am not worthy of your love...

but I kiss your beautiful feet.

I will not stumble again, I swear to you.

You shall have her.

You shall have the girl.

Thy...

will...

be...

...done.

Morning.

Oh, blessed morning, child.

Morning, cous.

Please, Aunt Zelda,
are you never going to speak to me again?

You want me to speak?

All right, I'll speak.

You humiliated us
in front of the entire coven.

You dishonored the Spellman family name.

Father Blackwood lied, Aunt Zelda.

He sat in our parlor and told me
that I'd always have a choice,

that our religion is based on free will.

But in the woods,
that was the exact opposite of free will.

Beyond that, your refusal to sign
the Book of the Beast

goes directly against
your father's explicit wishes.

I'm not sure that's true, either.

Sabrina.

I'm sorry, but...

in the woods, during the ceremony,

I saw two figures
who looked like my mom and dad.

Like some sort of spectral vision?

I'm not sure what...

but they definitely didn't want me
to sign the Book of the Beast.

They wanted me to run.

And so the girl
who had to decide

between being a witch and being mortal...

chose neither path.

Or, if you look at it another way,
chose both.

She was half-witch, but with two covens.

You guys, we were just talking...

about how we've been waiting a long time
for a group like this.

And not just at Baxter High,
but in Greendale.

Agreed.

Yeah.Uh...

Welcome, one and all, to WICCA.

Uh... let's pass around the sign-in sheet.

Sorry I'm late, girls.

Ms. Wardwell.

No, you're, uh... you're right on time.

You do know that just because
you're our faculty advisor

doesn't mean you have to attend
every meeting, right?

Oh, but I want to, Sabrina.

- Huh.
- As long as you're at Baxter High, I...

I want us working
extremely closely on this.

Sabrina Spellman,

please report
to Principal Hawthorne's office.

Sabrina Spellman
to the principal's office.

He's baaaack.

Harvey.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Sabrina.

Hey.

I got your messages.

It was a super-intense weekend
with my aunts.

Don't worry about me,
as long as you're okay.

I am.

I think I am.

I'll explain everything as soon as I can,
but I am gonna need you, Harvey.

I'm here for you, 'Brina.

Always, you know that.

I do.

I so do.

You wanted to see me, sir?

I did, indeed.

This outrageous club of yours.

Principal Hawthorne?

Dark Lord.

I admire your defiance, girl,

but you will sign my book.

You will beg to sign it.

I... I don't think so.

You think this is a contest?

You think that you can defeat me?

You cannot.

And do you know why?

Because your flesh is mortal,

and in the end,

all mortal flesh must burn.

Brett, move your head.