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Take me to the Witches' Road!

I don't know where you heard about The Road,

but it will kill you.

It'll give you the thing you want most.

But we do need a coven to access The Road.

Lilia. I need a Divination Witch.

Jen!

I need a Potions guy.

Alice Wu Gulliver? We're looking for a Protection Witch

to join us on the Witches' Road. What do you say?

Where's our Green Witch?

Oh, I know who it is. I'll just go get her.

- You look fabulous! - Thank you, Mrs. Hart.

- No, my real name is Sharon Davis. - Right.

All we need to do is sing the Ballad, and a door will appear.

Because we should really go, like, right now.

It's exactly how I pictured it.

Yes.

It suits you.

You didn't think it was real, did ya?

And you did?

You know what this is?

This is a kidnapping,

and I think it is high time we involve the local authorities.

Are we gonna ignore the fact that something chased us down here?

Chased Agatha.

Okay, no cell service.

Well, whatever chased Agatha down here, it's our problem now.

Is that because covens share blessings and burdens alike?

Someone really needs to call this kid's parents.

I'm 100% positive they're asleep. Unless...

Is this like perpetual night? Like, as a vibe?

Okay. I am a member of the Westview Historical Society.

All I would've expected to see down here

were remnants of our failed public transit system.

Helpful interjection, random woman with no obvious magical qualities.

- Hey, she has a name! It's Mrs. Hart. - Sharon.

Well, whoever she is, she has no business on The Road.

- That's what I'm saying. - Anyone can be a witch with training.

Which puts the rest of us in even more danger

and we don't even know what we're up against.

"Tame your fears."

That's what we're up against.

Our worst nightmares.

But in what form?

Trials.

At least that's what the song says.

What are they like?

The Road will test us

and our knowledge of the craft.

One trial for each skill.

How do we pass them without any power?

Well, there's always analog magic.

You know, labor-intensive, manual acts of magic.

Witchcraft, emphasis on the craft.

Again, who are you?

I'm...

Well, I'll be. Someone's put a sigil on that boy.

A what?

Don't look at me. I didn't put that clumsy glamour on him.

Sigils are beneath me.

A "sigil" is a spell?

A sigil is a redaction spell that hides something.

In this case, you, from witch folk.

Looks like Agatha brought a sparkly little mystery with her.

She was probably trying to keep him all to herself.

Why would someone wanna hide me?

Look.

I have no idea what's under that sigil.

He could be something special,

or he could be a pest that a cranky witch stashed under a rock.

We can crack him open later.

The real value lies at the end of The Road.

So...

If you want to unbind,

and you want to reverse your fortune,

and you wanna find out what happened to mommy,

and you...

Wait, where's Mrs. Hart?

I mean, you take your eyes off of her for two seconds...

Don't touch me.

Oh, my God.

There has to be a way outta here.

Oh. Oh!

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Catching my breath.

Catching my breath. Okay.

What in the world! Stop! Stop! No, no, oh, my God.

No, this came from Talbots. You can't have it.

Stop! Oh, my God.

No...

Where is she?

Mrs. Hart?

Help me! Getting lower, witch people.

This has been a very, very bad day. Oh, my God!

- Mrs. Hart! - This is not the way to go!

- Oh, my God! - Yeah, okay. Come on.

Okay, all right. Here we go.

I'm not gonna...

Jeezy Louisey!

You can't just walk off The Road like that.

This is just a really, really, really horrible party.

Well, I thought that this was pretty obvious.

But for the uninitiated,

rule number one,

- do not step off The Road. - Oh.

"I stray not from the path."

Yes, thank you, Teen.

So, if we just follow the instructions of the Ballad,

we'll be safe as kittens. Okay?

Well, I don't know how you expect me to walk and walk and walk

- when there is nowhere to walk to? - Right.

Look.

Was that there before?

We should stop asking that question.

Now, this is a house.

Right off your vision board.

Maybe this is the end.

That would be such a bummer.

Sorry.

The phases of the moon.

- It's full. The water phase. - Huh.

So what do we do?

Well, we don't wanna surprise anyone.

Don't we?

It's not exactly the stuff of nightmares.

The Road changes for the coven.

It changed us, too.

My amulets.

You still got 'em.

It's giving "middle-aged second chance at love" vibes and I'm here for it.

Definitely a sip-your-tea- with-both-hands kinda place.

I look like one of my customers.

These don't open.

Oh, my God!

Bury me in that kitchen.

Have you seen Huge Tiny Lies?

It's Huge Tiny Lies everywhere.

Check this out.

What is this? A wedding? Please God, not a baby shower.

"The Witches' Road cordially invites you to The First Trial."

It's a riddle.

"My age has value. I'm no fun alone.

"I mess with your mind, my tricks are well-known."

That's a gorgeous card stock.

Double-sided, too.

What does it mean?

That it's really expensive.

"My age has value, no fun alone,

"I mess with your mind, my tricks are well-known..."

- Sounds like a witch. - Sounds like you.

Wine!

That's it. Ten points for Mrs. Hart.

Ten points for what now?

Wait, we don't know what'll happen if we drink it.

Sure we do. Something terrible.

But if we don't follow these obvious breadcrumbs,

we can't move forward and we won't get to big prize,

so does anybody have a corkscrew?

- There's a built-in bar. - Oh.

And I will help you.

Hey, a bit of advice.

Yeah?

Watch your back with Agatha.

I know how people feel about her.

Did you know she traded her own child for the Book of the Damned?

That can't be true.

Nah. Yeah, you're probably right.

But that is what people say.

They say no one knows what happened to him.

They say he might be dead.

Others say he might be a demon

or an agent of Mephisto.

But hey, that's what happens when you have Agatha Harkness as your mom, right?

I doubt she'd even recognize her own son if he showed up at her doorstep.

Oh, found it.

Ooh, healthy pour.

If you're waiting for charcuterie, I don't think it's coming.

Oh, okay. Wow.

I have had a very hard day. Do not judge me.

So...

To harbingers of doom?

To the prize.

- Here we go. - Can I have some?

- No! - You bet.

Should we take the girl talk to the sofa?

- Hey. - Hey.

I really like your tattoo. Where'd you get it?

Nowhere.

Okay.

Got it in Colorado.

My mom was playing Red Rocks.

That symbol wards off curses, right?

She, uh...

made me get it,

'cause she said all the women in our family were cursed.

She wasn't well.

How old were you?

Thirteen, maybe.

A lot happened to me at thirteen too.

I miss your eyeliner.

But the hair is cute.

Okay, so a witch is really just another name for a bad girl,

is that right?

That is extremely reductive.

We are not a monolith.

And, you know, I blame Halloween.

Do you see any pointy hats in here?

Any green skin? Any brooms? No, sir.

Well, I'm not saying that I wanna join the club or anything,

but I would drink the blood of a virgin

if it would smooth out some of these wrinkles.

- Oh, my God! - Oh, God.

Oh, you are so sweet.

I don't really think I need it, either.

Okay, so, Mrs. Hart?

- Sharon. - Sharon,

you're a little swollen.

Is it bad?

I think she looks fantastic.

- We've been poisoned. - What?

- No, no, no. - I need a mirror.

- Does my face look that bad? - Let me see.

Oh, my God! I have jowls!

My face! My formerly perfect face!

Honestly, I don't hate it.

Oh, my God. Is that what I look like?

- Yeah. - Mrs. Hart.

It's Sharon.

You are so pretty.

Thank you.

But since you were the first to drink, you're our canary in coal mine.

Okay.

- No, it's poisoned, Sharon. Remember? - Why don't you just let her drink it all?

Uh...

It just serves our best interest is all.

Okay. I'm gonna ask you a few questions so we can try to identify the toxin, okay?

Do you feel a tingling in the back of your throat?

- No. - Do you taste mulberries?

What do mulberries taste like?

Do you hear any ringing or the sound of fairies crying?

- Huh? - I love you, guys.

What?

I feel a little better.

Your face is back to normal.

- Thank goodness. - Is mine?

- It's gone. - Phew!

- It went away so fast. - Is that it?

- Yay. - Not "yay."

Very much not "yay."

What do you mean?

The fact that the face swelling decreased so quickly

means it could be only one type of poison,

Alewife's Revenge.

Face swelling is just the beginning.

Next is dizziness, delirium, loss of motor function.

My heart's racing.

That's another one.

Also, hallucinations, and eventually...

Death.

How do you spell "Alewife"?

I've gotta get outta here.

Agatha, what are you doing?

- Stop! - It'll break.

- She can't keep doing it! - She's gone crazy.

You can't run from the poison.

She didn't drink the poison. You can't cheat, Agatha.

- Why? Who says? - The Road.

Oh, that's ridiculous! We don't all have to suffer.

Teen didn't drink.

He's not in the coven. And he's underage!

I'm gonna shove it down your gullet, so help me...

You know what?

- No! - Yeah. Mmm!

On the upholstery?

We are wasting time!

- You have to drink, Agatha. - Well, I would, but there's no more wine.

So...

So cute.

Drink.

Fine. Then, I will.

No!

Ugh!

Ugh! It's so cheap.

Please, please.

Wanda? Wanda, I'm begging you.

Let him breathe. Please.

So the hallucinations seem chill.

Hey, Potions Witch.

It's time to brew an antidote.

All right.

Let's see what we're working with here.

I need frankincense and the gut of a eusocial insect.

- We'll handle that first part. - Okay.

I need a corpse that's been decaying for at least 30 million years.

Is that something that's available?

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

Why do I have to translate? It's zooplankton.

- It's in petroleum products. - That we maybe can do.

- Lilia, let's go. - Okay.

After you. Go. Andale.

Okay, now I just need a really big cauldron.

That could work.

No car. No gas.

Okay, okay.

Okay, I'm thinking petroleum...

Jelly! Jelly.

- We'll get it. - How will we find it?

Oh! Of course Jen's skincare made it to The Road.

But it's all organic, right? I mean, there's no petroleum in there.

Hmm. I know a snake oil salesman when I see one.

I say we call her bluff.

Try to save Agatha.

Uh... Uh...

Yes, I love this plan.

I just think we should find the ingredients first, though, right?

Hmm.

- Right. - All right.

- Okay. - Okay.

There's nothing of use in here. Let's keep going.

Wait.

Is that eucalyptus?

Essential oils.

Eye of newt.

Also known as mustard seed.

Mom?

You are an inconvenient woman.

Mom? Are you really here?

Your grandmother died today.

Thousands of miles away, and I could still feel it when it happened.

It's my turn now.

It's gonna kill me.

Don't say that.

And now,

you're nothing.

I can't protect you!

Okay.

Alice.

I found the frankincense.

- Let's go back to the kitchen. - Yeah.

You okay?

No.

Are you?

Definitely not.

We got the frankincense.

Did you check the pantry for the gut of a eusocial insect?

Yeah.

That's just a gross term for honey, isn't it?

Yeah.

Okay, we've got ours, what's next?

What is that?

Is that...

Salt water.

Are we underwater right now?

How long is that gonna hold?

And what happens when it breaks?

No, thank you.

- All right. - Get those pears outta the way.

Yeah, yeah. I know. I know.

- Come on, Jen. - So nicely.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Okay.

The elements need to be added in a certain order,

in a specific time, starting with guts and eye.

Okay.

All right. Next is frankincense.

No, no, no. No, wait. Get outta here.

Where's the zooplankton?

- Ooh. - Here.

All natural or not, Jen?

- Drop it in. - I knew it.

- Right now? - Obviously. Yes, three drops.

- Okay. - Take your time.

- Oh, my God. - Let me help you.

One, two, three.

- It's working. It's working, right? - Okay.

- Huh. - What? What's wrong?

Any bright ideas on how to set this sink to boil?

You didn't think of this before?

In the middle of a traumatic hallucination? No, Agatha, I did not!

- Is there a sous vide? - Oh, brilliant.

That's something people know about?

It's a super fancy cooking tool.

It heats water to a specific temperature, so you can cook your meat evenly.

- My dad loves his. - Ah, cute.

- Teen! - Yeah.

I need you to stir with your dominant hand, counterclockwise.

- To the left. - Right.

Everyone, pull a strand of hair outta your head now.

A single hair only. Everybody, hurry up.

Agatha!

What did you see?

Nothing.

Agatha, we need your hair.

Okay, wait.

Now.

- Stop stirring. - Okay.

- We need to clasp hands... - Okay.

...and clear your minds.

Once our intentions are aligned, it will glow bright cerulean.

- Yeah. What're our intentions again? - To not die.

I get cerulean and chartreuse confused.

Is cerulean the green one?

- No, it's blue. - Then it's not workin'.

It's like a blue-green, maybe like a teal?

- It's green, Teen. - Something is wrong.

- I must have forgot something. - One minute left.

- What did you forget? - I don't know!

I've never made this potion before! I make retinol serums, for Christ's sake!

- Fifty seconds. - There was a time where I would be able

to just solve this with a wave of my hand, but now?

I'm bound.

He stole my magic.

- We're all going to die here. - No.

I do not wanna die here.

This is not where I die.

I have always hated you.

If this is a pep talk...

But I left you alone

because what you were doing was important.

Not this Kale Kare crap, the real work.

You can be that witch again.

They can take your power, Jen,

but they can't take your knowledge.

Jen?

Blood.

Whose and how much?

We need the blood of the unpoisoned.

Thirty seconds.

- Thanks for being underage. - Agatha!

Not yet, not yet.

Now!

Oh, my God.

- The timer's still ticking. - Mrs. Hart!

Take it. Take it.

- Pass, pass. - Here, here.

- God! - You can do it.

- Is she awake? - Drink. Lift her head.

- Careful not to spill it. - Dump it in her mouth.

Oh...

Did it work?

Is that our exit?

I am not climbing in an oven.

That happened to a friend of mine, she had a lovely house,

and she ended up...

Move it.

Okay.

Nope. Nope.

Help me with her!

Not a chance.

We don't know what happens if we leave her behind.

Fine!

- I'll grab her feet. - Get her to her back.

Support her head. Now, lift.

God, she's so little, why is she so heavy?

We got it, we got it.

Just shove her in there. Just shove her, shove her in there.

- You next! - Okay, okay.

All right. Me next!

A little rusty there, Jen?

- A little traitorous there, Agatha? - Stop.

We're alive.

We made it through the first test.

Everyone is safe.

Not everyone.

Sharon's dead.

Who's Sharon?

♪ Off with your head ♪

♪ Dance 'til you're dead ♪

♪ Heads will roll ♪

♪ Heads will roll ♪

♪ Heads will roll ♪

♪ On the floor ♪

♪ Glitter on the wet streets ♪

♪ Silver over everything ♪

♪ The river's all wet ♪

♪ You're all chrome ♪

♪ Dripping with alchemy ♪

♪ Shiver, stop shivering ♪

♪ The glitter's all wet ♪

♪ You're all chrome ♪

♪ The men cry out, the girls cry out ♪

♪ The men cry out, the girls cry out ♪

♪The men cry out, oh no ♪

♪ The men cry out, the girls cry out ♪

♪ The men cry out, the girls cry out ♪

♪ The men cry out, oh no ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Off, off with your head ♪

♪ Dance, dance 'til you're dead ♪

♪ Heads will roll ♪

♪ Heads will roll ♪

♪ Heads will roll ♪

♪ On the floor ♪

♪ Looking glass ♪

♪ Take the past ♪

♪ Shut your eyes ♪

♪ Mirror lies ♪

♪ Looking glass ♪

♪ Take the past ♪

♪ Shut your eyes ♪

♪ Mirror lies ♪

♪ Off, off, off with your head ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance 'til you're dead ♪

♪ Off, off, off with your head ♪