Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

♪ She sings from somewhere you can't see ♪

♪ She sits in the top
Of the greenest tree ♪

♪ She sends out an aroma ♪

♪ Of undefined love ♪

♪ It drips on down in a mist from above ♪

♪ She's just the girl
She's just the girl ♪

♪ The girl you want ♪

♪ She's just the girl
She's just the girl ♪

♪ The girl you want ♪

♪ You hear her calling ♪

♪ Everywhere you turn ♪

♪ You know you're headed
For the pleasure burn ♪

♪ But the words get stuck
On the tip of your tongue ♪

♪ She's the real thing ♪

- ♪ But you knew it all along ♪
- Morning, Aunties. Ambrose.

Deafening morning, you mean.

- Wasn't that music rather loud?
- Loud enough to wake the dead.

Too soon for resurrection jokes?

- Mm-hm.
- And since when do you wear black?

- Trying to be edgy, are you?
- Loosen up, Aunt Zee.

It's a new year, a new cycle.

Time to blow the cobwebs away.

On that, we can agree.

- Oh, Hilda, any calls for the mortuary?
- Not a sausage.

And I checked the obits,
it should be quiet here. Like the tomb.

Marvelous.
We'll take the hearse to the Academy.

- Oh, can I ride with you guys?
- Oh, we're going tout de suite.

The High Priest would like to introduce me
to the other faculty members

before First Assembly.

And isn't Baxter High
back in session today?

It is, but I was thinking
I should start focusing

on my witch studies more...

exclusively.

For a bit.

Are you dropping out
of high school, Cousin?

I'm just taking a sabbatical.

- What's this about, love?
- Education, Aunt Hilda.

At Baxter High, I study geometry.

At the Academy of Unseen Arts,
I study sacred geometry.

The Academy's curriculum is just more
rigorous and rewarding than Baxter High's.

Do you not want to see Rosalind
and Susie, and Har...

Mm-mm.

Uhh... Your other friends?

I'll call Baxter High and tell them
you've contracted scarlet fever

and not to expect you
for the next two weeks.

Don't worry, Aunt Zelda. I've already
spoken with the new principal,

and she's given me
an indefinite leave of absence.

Mr. Marlin.

Is that gum in your mouth?

I guess so.

It states clearly in
Baxter High's Rules and Regulations

that there shall be no gum-chewing, so...

swallow that wad in your mouth, Billy.

Sorry about that, Ms. Wardwell.

Oh, it's Principal Wardwell now.

Carry on.

Have either of you
talked to or seen Sabrina?

- Uh...
- Relax, it's just a question.

I think... she's figuring things out,
Harvey.

Yeah.

Life goes on, right?

Are you taking AP art class again?

I... I can't.
I'm playing basketball this year.

Or trying out, at least.
Dad set up a backboard over the garage.

We played some one-on-one over break.

You and your dad did?

Yeah, he's been doing good.
Better since the magic eggnog.

When are tryouts?

'Cause, no offense to WICCA, Roz,
but I might wanna play basketball, too.

- But there's only a boys' team, Suse.
- Yeah.

So?

Sister Zelda.

If I am the hand that molds
our young pupils' minds,

these are my fingers.

This is Brother Machen,
Sister Carswell, Brother Lovecraft,

- Brother Bierce, and Sister Jackson.
- Hello.

Hello. So lovely to meet you
in this new context.

As my wife Constance did
before her death...

...Sister Zelda will be teaching
ancient tongues and sacred scripture.

And may I say how honored I am

to be working alongside you.

After my brother Edward's death,

I never dreamed I'd be once again
teaching at the Academy.

Prudence, what is wrong with my son?
Why is he crying?

How am I to know?

Though you treat me like a wet nurse,
Father, I am not one.

You forget yourself, Prudence.
I'll treat you as I please.

Now quiet Baby Judas.

There, there, you cherubic little devil.

What did you do?

Reflexology to calm him.

- Have you been giving Judas goat's milk?
- As you instructed, yes.

Sister Zelda, you are a hellsend.

Sabrina?

You're just in time for one of
the Academy's grand traditions.

Please don't tell me
some kid's getting eaten alive today.

Fingers crossed. Come on, hurry.

By the way, glad you're
sticking with the new hair. It's hot.

Good morning to you,
my young warlocks and witches.

If I could have your attention, please.

Now, with every fresh cycle at the Academy

comes the customary election
of a new Top Boy,

tasked with serving as a liaison
between students and faculty,

as well as providing a much-needed example
for the rest of you lot.

The floor is now open

- for student nominations.
- Nick!

- Nick!
- Yeah!

Yeah!

Nick! Nick! Nick! Nick!

As candidate for Top Boy,
the Academy recognizes Nicholas Scratch.

Would anyone like to challenge Nicholas?

I thought not.

Young Master Nicholas,
if you accept this nomination...

Excuse me, Father Blackwood, but...

can anyone run?

The Top Boy
is traditionally a male student.

But is that an actual rule
in a rule book, or...

All Top Boy candidates
are required to be full-time students,

committed to our unseen arts.

Well, I'm here, Father, full-time.
For the foreseeable future.

And I signed the Book of the Beast,
because that was the Dark Lord's will.

But unless he specifically
hand-picked Nick,

I'd like the opportunity to contribute
to the Academy in a meaningful way.

By disrupting
the first morning assembly you attend?

By ensuring that all students,
regardless of gender,

feel they have a voice.

I nominate Sabrina Spellman.

Seconded.

I don't mind a little competition.

Especially not when it's so damn cute.

Indeed, the Academy recognizes
Sabrina Spellman,

who will join Nicholas Scratch
in three challenges of witchcraft

to be held in the Desecrated Church.

The Inquisition,
the Boil and Bubble, and the Conjuring.

Followed by a vote.

And may the Dark Lord be with you both.

Dismissed.

Remember, Hilda?

- When Edward was Top Boy at the Academy?
- Mm.

How he dazzled the coven
with his knowledge and rhetoric?

Aah.

That appointment changed his life.

It's a straight shot from
Top Boy to High Priest!

Top Boy, Sabrina?

I mean, that suggests
a certain kind of permanence, doesn't it?

The gauntlet was thrown, Aunt Hilda.

And you, rabble-rouser that you are,
had to take it up.

Hm. You two look dashing.

- We'll give Nick your best.
- You're meeting Nick?

- Where?
- A club for warlocks.

Dorian's Gray Room.

It's Academy tradition for the High Priest
to take prospective Top Boys out

- for a night of debauchery.
- Then why wasn't I invited?

Ah, it's a... club for men only.

Pish-tush, you couldn't go
even if you were invited, Sabrina.

You've got far too much studying to do
before the Inquisition.

If you hurry, you might catch Cassius

before he shutters
the Academy's library for the night.

Hm?

I'll do that.

But, guys, when the time comes,

I will have your vote, won't I?

Not mine.

It's Top Boy for a reason, Sabrina.

Thanks for the support, Luke.

Ambrose?

Let's see how you do in
the three challenges, first.

Am I crazy...
or was Ambrose just throwing shade at me?

Throwing what?

Hm.

Definitely throwing shade.

I took the liberty of selecting a few
volumes you might wish to peruse

before tomorrow's Inquisition.

Oh, thank you, Cassius.

Not at all, Ms. Spellman.

Just lock up
when you're through, won't you?

Hm. I'll probably still be here
in the morning when you get back.

- Hail Satan!
- Hail Satan!

Before we get started, boys,
I need to make one thing very clear.

As your High Priest and Headmaster,

I know nothing of the debauchery
that goes on

in a setting as ill-reputed as this club.

Indeed, I am not even here.

In my day, I was Top Boy at the Academy,
and that appointment shaped me.

Taught me values I still uphold today.

But tonight we're just men.

And to that end,
I've arranged a little... amusement.

Luke?

Enjoy yourselves, boys.
Try to keep your hands to yourselves.

If you can.

Gentlemen, your attention, please.

Back for one night only,

the daughter of Herod,
the harlot-queen of history,

she is renowned
for stealing men's hearts... and heads.

The eighth wonder of the world...

Salome!

♪ I love to love you, baby ♪

♪ I love to love you, baby ♪

♪ When you're layin' so close to me ♪

♪ There's no place I'd rather you be
Than with me ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪ Oh
- ♪ I love to love you, baby ♪

♪ I love to love you, baby ♪

♪ I love to love you, baby ♪

♪ I love to love you, baby ♪

Hello?

Cassius, is that you?

Aaah!

You are the child born of Spellman.

- Who are you?
- Know me, girl.

I am Asmodeus.

Is this some kind of joke?

Because if it is, it's not funny.

I bring you tidings of filth and disease.

I bring you the minions of plague.

Swarming again to infect and feast

on the flesh of a bastard witch.

Come on. Come on!

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I love to love you, baby ♪

♪ Oh ♪

Aah! Come on, come on!

Potions, bindings, glamours...

Come on. Where's a book of banishments
when you need one?

Or Salem, for that matter.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I love to love you, baby ♪

♪ Love to love you, baby ♪

What kind of sick joke is this?

♪ Love to love you, baby ♪

That, Nicholas, is a reminder of this
competition's only acceptable outcome.

Pons meum aer fiat.
Scriptum quod peto mihi mitte.

Tergente fuoco quod evoco. Te exigo.

Fancy a nightcap, Cousin?

How was your night out with the warlocks?

Decadent.

Though I believe Father Blackwood
has somewhat lost his head.

I bet it was better than my night.

Considering I was att*cked.

att*cked? By who?

A demon and his pet rats.

So, of course, I'm wondering if your
rat-fink boyfriend was behind it.

L-Luke? Why?

Demons don't just
summon themselves, Ambrose,

they have to be freed

- or called forth by someone.
- Okay.

You think Luke summoned
a demon to attack you... why?

I don't know. To throw me off my game?

I mean, it's clear neither Luke nor you
are supporting my bid to be Top Boy.

Now hold on, I never said I wasn't...

You never said you were.

Need I remind you the only reason
you're even at the Academy

is 'cause the Court of Witches
ordered you to be?

Things are different now, Ambrose.

I want to be Top Person because
I believe I can make the coven better.

Really? Because you spurn the coven
at every turn,

you question our every ritual,

- you assail every tradition, so excuse...
- Not every tradition.

Just the ones that involve the m*rder
and cannibalization of young witches.

Please.
You know what? I don't even want to argue.

Maybe I do.

Maybe I want a warm-up
for tomorrow's contest.

- You're crazy.
- No, Ambrose.

I'm mad.

Top Boy?

Seriously?

Blackwood takes warlocks out for drinks
at a gentlemen's club?

- What century are you living in?
- Sabrina,

you're picking a fight,
and I have no idea why.

Didn't you hear me, Ambrose?

I was att*cked

and I think your boyfriend or one of his
warlock buddies was behind it.

That's... That's absurd.
I was with Luke the whole time.

Tell Luke, tell all your chums,

if anyone in this house is Top Boy...

...it's me.

- What's happening in here?
- Nothing, Aunt Hilda.

Well, I heard yelling and wind

- and furniture shaking.
- Everything's fine, Hilda, go to bed.

I beg your pardon, Miss?

You go to bed.

School night.

Now that we're beginning
a new cycle, Father,

would you do me the honor...

of allowing me
to take the Blackwood name?

Hm?

No.

But you are my father,
and I am a Blackwood.

Technically, yes.

Technically.

And if I said I wanted
to be considered for Top Boy?

I wouldn't allow you
to embarrass yourself or me in that way.

Father Blackwood?

Dear Lord in Hell.
Does no one have respect for this office?

Shouldn't you be in the church preparing
for your first challenge, Miss Spellman?

- Yes, she should.
- About that.

- I was hoping for a postponement, sir.
- I'm sorry, Your Excellency.

- I told her it would be...
- Out of the question.

Last night, I was att*cked in the library

by a demon and his rats.

They were trying to make me sick,
infect me, possibly k*ll me.

Is this true, Zelda?

Apparently, someone summoned
a demon to meddle with my niece.

Uh, I've given her a witch-whistle
and blinding powder for her protection.

The contest will proceed as scheduled.

But by all means, take a moment
if you need one, collect yourself.

Zelda, I want you in the front pew.

Prudence, stay here
and tend to Baby Judas's needs.

Were you really att*cked?

Yes.

And it's not an excuse,
but I didn't have any time to study.

And now I'm gonna lose to Nicholas,
which wouldn't be so bad,

except it's in front of Luke

- and all those other smug warlock boys.
- And my snob father,

who treats his own daughter
like a charwoman.

But he won't keep us both down, Sabrina.

Go to the Inquisition.

Leave the rest to me.

Listen, last night, when you vanished
during Salome's dance,

where did you go?

Private business for Father Blackwood.

The... The Academy?

It's private, Ambrose.

This first challenge tests the depth
of knowledge of our two candidates.

Questions are drawn
from the Corpus Arcanum,

the shared body of infernal knowledge
that unites our faith and our craft.

Men first.

Nicholas, in sacred geometry,

what configuration represents
the perfection

of our Lord Satan's design for his people?

Easy. Uh, the pentagram.

That is correct.

Point to Nicholas.

Miss Spellman, what are the five books
of the Lesser Key of Solomon?

- Not even I know that.
- The books

of the Lesser Key of Solomon

are...

The Ars Goetia.

The Ars Theurgia-Goetia.
The Ars Paulina.

The Ars Almadel and the Ars Notoria.

I thought you didn't have
adequate time to prepare, Miss Spellman.

Hm. I guess I'm more of a sponge for
knowledge than I originally thought.

Is that so?

Then perhaps you could tell me
the date of birth of the Magus John Dee?

July 13, 1527.

- Year of death?
- 1608.

Let's stick to dates.
Publication of the Malleus Maleficarum?

1487.

- The Salem Witchcraft Trials?
- 1692.

- The Pendle Trials?
- 1612.

- Date of the sorceress Anne Boleyn?
- Born or died?

- Born.
- 1501.

- Died?
- 1536.

- Cause of death?
- Beheading.

How did the mortals finally m*rder

- our beloved Father Gregory Rasputin?
- Poisoning.

I'm sorry, but the complete answer is...

And beating and sh**ting and drowning.

And finally,
they destroyed the unholy reliquary

containing his mummified...

heart.

Bravo!

All right, I'll see you there.

Hey, Harvey, I'm open.

"Hey, Harvey, I'm open."
sh**t the ball, d*ke.

Okay, what is your problem with me?

You, you're the problem.

This is a boys' team,
and I don't know what you are,

- but you're sure as hell not a boy.
- Yeah, and you're short

- and can't sh**t for shit.
- Okay, blockheads, I took you on once,

- I'm not afraid to do it again.
- Hey, calm down, Susie.

You, too, Billy. Back the hell off
or I'll knock you on your ass.

There'll be no fighting on my team.

No girls on it, either.

- You know what, Coach Craven?
- Susie, they go low, we go high.

You seem concerned, Miss Spellman.

I am, Ms. Wardwell. Yes.

Something is different about Sabrina.

Well, of course there is.
She had her Dark Baptism.

That changes a girl.

Um... Yes, but I... Hm.

I suppose my worry
is that these changes coming over Sabrina

are a prelude to further, darker changes.

What, precisely, would you like me
to do about it?

Well, I... I understand that you excused
her from her classes at Baxter High.

So I was... just wondering
if you might suggest she come back.

I mean, at least part-time.

S... See, I think...

that it would perhaps temper
the changes Sabrina's going through.

And I believe her mortal friends

would keep her,
and objects around her, grounded.

If she wants to attend
the Academy full-time,

that is her Satan-given right.

And there's nothing either of us
can do to stop her.

Principal Wardwell, can we talk to you?

What seems to be the problem?

Coach Craven, a word.

What can I do for you, Ms. Wardwell?

Well, it's Principal Wardwell now.

It's come to my attention
that you refuse to let Susie Putnam

try out for the basketball team,
which is unacceptable.

There shall be absolutely
no gender discrimination at Baxter High

under my regime.

Okay, fine. She can try out.

And let Miss Putnam succeed or fail
based on her talent.

After all, she's four-foot nothin',
she can't dribble,

she has no coordination,
she can't sink a basket.

But put her up against my boys,
and let's see who comes out on top.

Get out there!

I don't understand. Now I'm in trouble
for being a good student?

Your performance in the competition,
not ten minutes after confessing

you were woefully ill-prepared,

is suspect, to say the least,

and punishable by lashing
if proven to be...

So you're accusing me of cheating,

and threatening to whip me,

Father Blackwood?

This is exactly why I plan
to do away with these sexist,

antiquated traditions
when I'm High Priestess

- of the Church of Night.
- High Pr...

You listen to me.

Witches can ascend to
a multitude of coveted fellowships

within the Church of Night.

But the role of High Priest
has been held by a warlock

since the first stones were lain.

There will never be
a High Priestess of the Church of Night.

Not according to my Aunt Zelda.

- Sabrina.
- Sister Zelda.

She may not want to admit it now,

but Zelda raised me to believe
I could be anything I wanted,

including High Priestess.

We are talking about
the office of Top Boy,

not High Priest right now, Sabrina.

And surely the next competition
will weed out any transgressors,

real or assumed.

Indeed. And I will personally seal
the desecrated church

to ensure that at tomorrow's
Boil and Bubble challenge,

no external forces are being marshaled

to help an under-prepared witch.

I better get studying, then.

Bow, girl.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no...

Where is it? Where is it?

What? What happened?

Someone's sending demons

- to attack me, Aunt Hilda.
- What?

Someone who really
doesn't want me to be Top Boy.

Probably Father Blackwood,
since he thinks I cheated.

What? Why? What?

Also, I have no idea what
the Boil and Bubble challenge is

- or how to prepare for it.
- The...

Well, luckily for you,
I am the Academy's never-bested,

all-time reigning champion bubbler.

Gonna get you cleaned up,
and I'm gonna give you a crash course.

You have to have
your stable formulas memorized,

because you will not be able to check
your alchemical table during the contest.

And as for seasoning incantations,

well, I do not like a near rhyme,
and neither does the Dark Lord.

So, you stick to your rhyming couplets,
and you will not falter.

Looks like an all-nighter for me.

Is it worth it, do you think?

To be Top Boy?

Well, I can't back down.

No. No matter what they throw at me.

I mean, what about your...
your mortal friends, my love?

Hm? And your life at Baxter High?

I don't think they'd welcome me.

Hm?

Not after I signed my name
in the Book of the Beast.

Well, I... I...

I bumped into them, you know.

Susie and Rosalind and Har...

You can say his name.

Harvey.

Yeah, you signed your name
in the Book of the Beast.

And, yes, it does. It...
It shifts things.

But it don't change who you are.

- But it does.
- Hm?

My soul is who I am,

and I signed it away.

Willingly...

and in blood.

Ye... Yeah, we all did.

But there's a difference.

When I signed the Book of the Beast,

the Dark Lord said he would
call on me to do his dark bidding

and that I wouldn't be able to refuse him.

That might be in a week,

or a month,

or ten years,

but it will happen.

And I don't want to be anywhere near
my mortal friends when it does.

I don't want them hurt,

and I don't want them to see me that way.

Right...

Wanton hussy.

I beg your pardon.

Everyone knows about
you and the High Priest, Zelda.

It's shameful, with poor Constance
not even cold in her grave.

Some are even saying you
had a hand in her demise.

Button your lip, or I'll do it for you...

- Good morning.
- ...literally.

Nicholas. Miss Spellman.

For this second challenge,

you have to demonstrate
your mastery of potion-making.

You will each add
a material component to the cauldron.

Add the wrong ingredient,
with the wrong phraseology,

and the concoction will putrefy.

The first to cause rancification loses.

And as punishment,
he or, more likely, she...

will ingest the spoilage.

Are you ready?

As potion-making is one of
the more womanly arts,

you may go first, Miss Spellman.

Molted skin of cobra snake

In the cauldron, seethe and bake

The potion remains stable.

Nicholas, you may choose.

Cool it with newborn's blood

Then the brew will be firm and good

Well done.

Miss Spellman.

Blind white eye of cave-born shark

Brought untimely from the dark

Putrefied, I'm afraid.

Did you see that?

Miss Spellman.

Sabrina, wait.

Chug! Chug!
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug!
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

All right, Sabrina!

Sabrina! Sabrina! Sabrina!

Sabrina! Sabrina! Sabrina!

Sabrina! Sabrina! Sabrina!

- Here you are.
- I think I'm gonna puke again.

Oh, well. Better out than in.

A little Pepto for your tummy.

- Thanks, Aunt Hilda.
- Good girl.

Okay. So...

You know what I think would
make you feel much better?

Is going to see your mortal friends.

And before you pooh-pooh me,

a little birdy told me that Susie's
trying out for the basketball team today.

But Baxter High doesn't have
a girls' basketball...

Susie's trying out for
the boys' team along with Har...

Harvey.

So...

So, come on.

Why don't you go and show them
some support? Especially Susie.

I don't think the basketball coach
or much of the team want her there.

- Just 'cause she's a girl?
- Mm-hm.

That's just... wrong.

I know that. So, come on.
If you hurry, you'll make it.

All right, boys, let's go. Game time!

Red versus gray.

Get a move on.

Come on!

Can I get some hustle?

Come on.

Defense!

Put your hands up!

♪ Something bad if I got you there ♪

♪ You read my palm
Till I drop you again ♪

♪ Keep it in, turn it up
Before it ends ♪

♪ I try to see you
But I can't seem to win ♪

Okay.

♪ Driving so thin ♪

♪ And then you take me out to dine
And I teach you how... ♪

Play as you want!

sh**t it, Suse!

Pons meum aer fiat.

Ad illuc hoc ducunt oculi mei.

Nice, Susie. Just keep doin' that.

♪ You read my palm till I drop you again ♪

♪ Keep it in, turn it up
Before it ends ♪

Ad illuc hoc ducunt oculi mei.

Pons meum aer fiat.

Ad illuc hoc ducunt oculi mei.

Pons meum aer fiat.
Ad illuc hoc ducunt oculi mei.

Pons meum aer fiat.
Ad illuc hoc ducunt oculi mei.

Yeah!

Susie! You did it!

- You did it, Suse!
- Wow!

No way Coach Craven
doesn't let you on the team now.

Um...

Actually, guys, it's Theo now.

- Theo.
- Yeah.

Sounds good!

Oh, no.

More... tidings?

The last of the three.

Why did you come for me?

Who sent you?

- Summoned you?
- Your hands are bound.

No spell-casting for you.

- Why are you doing this?
- No one else would.

- Only my brothers and I would dare it.
- Dare what?

Just say it!

- Beelzebub.
- Huh?

Lord of Flies, I name you

and bind you here, before me,

in Lucifer's name, your Lord.

Lucifer?

Aah, I stood beside the Son of Dawn

before witch-and mankind
walked upon the Earth.

Aah, but do I not know you?

I am Mary Wardwell.

You are trespassing, demon.

No, I recognize you.

Well, Sabrina...

how's your sabbatical been so far?

If demons are hunting you
with any... regularity,

perhaps you should transfer back
to Baxter High.

It would please your Aunt Hilda, and...

I could keep an eye on you.

It's all because of this stupid election.
I just have to get through it.

- What election is that?
- At the Academy.

I'm campaigning to be
Father Blackwood's Top Boy.

Oh, I see.

And, uh...

s*ab in the dark, the warlocks aren't
too keen on the idea

of a female Top Boy, are they?
- No.

- How many boys are you competing against?
- Just one.

Nick Scratch.

Well, with a name like that,
I can only imagine he's trouble.

- Oh, no, he's, uh...
- Yes?

...a friend.

- He wouldn't.
- Oh.

- Nick wouldn't.
- Sabrina, Sabrina, Sabrina...

Is someone...

having a rebound crush?

Is some handsome young warlock
clouding your judgment?

No, Miss Wardwell, I'm telling you.

What does this provocatively named
Nick Scratch study at the Academy?

He's a... a conjuror.

Um... Miss Wardwell, I have to go.

I think you'd better.

Please don't be a stranger.

Faustus, I was called
a wanton hussy today.

Apparently, there's a faction
in the coven

that believes our relationship
is inappropriate.

I don't particularly care what a gaggle
of withered hags thinks about me.

What's important is what I think.

And I must admit, I don't quite understand
who or what we are to each other.

I'm your High Priest.

You're one of my disciples.

My son's Night Mother.

And when the fancy strikes you,
I'm also your... night maiden.

I have no shame or regrets.

But I must have clarity.

Do you intend to make me
your Top Lady, as it were?

It would certainly silence
wagging tongues.

Sister Zelda, there is a mourning period
we must respect in the eyes of our coven.

You're right, Father Blackwood.

Wiser to respect decorum.

Until you've had enough time to mourn,
we shall be all business.

That means, as much as I enjoy our trysts,

no more secret assignations
or flagellations.

That is, until you're ready
to make us legitimate.

Good evening, Nicholas.

Brushing up for
the final challenge tomorrow?

As a matter of fact, yes.

But it's a contest of conjuring.
Isn't that your specialty?

Yes, but you've proven yourself
a formidable opponent, Sabrina.

So formidable you'd stoop
to releasing demons to torment me?

Rats, bats, and flies?

Okay, admittedly,
I'm not above playing dirty.

But not against you.

I certainly wouldn't put you
in any danger.

If not you, then one of your boys.

Rats, bats, and flies?

"In the Monarchy of Hell,
there are three Plague Kings."

That's them, without a doubt.

Well, I can tell you this.

These aren't lesser demons
that can be summoned by a novice.

I'm the best student conjurer
at the Academy.

- Even I couldn't manage this alone.
- Then who?

Father Blackwood?

One way to find out.

For the final challenge,
both Mr. Scratch and Miss Spellman's

knowledge of demonic conjuring
will be put to the test.

As we well know, the more complex
and exact the sacred geometry used,

the more impressive the demon
they'll be able to summon

and safely contain within
the circle's circumference.

In your own good time,
Miss Spellman, Mr. Scratch.

- We're ready, Father Blackwood.
- Good.

- I'm good to go, Sabrina, are you?
- I'm ready.

Let's seal the deal.

What... What are you two playing at?
Sever your circles at once.

This is not within the rules
of the challenge.

Neither is sending demons
to attack and k*ll me, Father Blackwood,

unless you consider that to be
in the spirit of friendly competition.

I beg your pardon.
What are you accusing me of?

I am accusing you,
or someone in this room,

of being so against my bid
to be Top Person

that they would send high demons
to attack me.

So we're using our combined talents
and the magics of this binding shape

to get the truth
straight from the horse's mouth.

Vos evoco, formidabiles reges.

Remain calm! Stay in your seats!

The energies are too volatile.

...ubi dolores habitant!

Demons, we fix and hold you in our grasp!

Demons, we keep you bound by Satan's will!

We command you
to speak your names aloud.

I am Beelzebub, Lord of Flies.

I am Asmodeus, Lord of Vermin.

I am Purson, Lord of Shadow.

You three Kings of Hell were sent here,
dispatched with orders to k*ll me.

Who gave the order?

Was it a witch? A warlock?

Or was it...

the High Priest?

We are not pawns of
the filthy little covens of Satan, girl.

Neither are we pawns of Satan.

We are not commanded. We are Kings.

And we wish death upon
the half-spawn witch

and the chaos she engenders!

She must be stopped!

Stopped from doing what?

The half-witch must not ascend!

In what way ascend? What are you...

Enough!

Beelzebub...

I banish you.

Purson, I banish you.

Asmodeus...

I banish you.

And you two.

You make a mockery of the Academy.

I want you both in my office, immediately.

You put all of your classmates at risk.

And did you find the answer
you were looking for, Agatha Christie?

You heard the demons yourself.
No one conjured them.

Demons acting of their own volition,
they must be riled up about something.

They're demons.
Ascribing motivations to them is folly.

And there is still the matter of
Top Boy to be settled.

If today made anything clear,

it's that neither of you are capable
of holding that office,

so I'll be making the appointment myself.

And though it may be an unconventional,
controversial choice,

I, Faustus Blackwood, am naming
Ambrose Spellman as new Top Boy.

- But I...
- Ambrose doesn't even go to this Academy!

A technicality easily remedied.

From this moment on,
Ambrose is admitted as a full-time student

to the Academy of Unseen Arts.

Now out of my office, the pack of you.

Except for you, Ambrose, you stay.

I wish to discuss your future.

Uh, yes, Your Excellency.

Fancy a bite?

To celebrate?

I mean, we lost,
but the battle was pretty epic.

Isn't there some, uh, diner
where all the mortal kids go?

Dr. Cyclops?

Dr. Cerberus's.

Yeah.

You wanna take me?

Why the hell not?

So, we just call her Theo now?

No. No, we call him Theo.

Theo might look like a girl, but he's not.

He's a boy.

And that's how he's always been.
He's just... ready now.

To live as himself. As Theo.

Okay.

Susie no more.

Now, Theo!

Do you think Sabrina knew about Theo?

You know...

I'm not sure.

♪ 'Cause after all ♪

♪ I'm just a girl ♪

- You miss her...
- ♪ And I'm so happy ♪

...don't you?

Yeah.

♪ 'Cause happy ♪

♪ Try, try, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Try, try ♪

♪ Try to say ♪

♪ I'm so happy to be ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't... ♪

Roz?

Roz?

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah. No... Uh... Ahem. I'm fine.

I just...

got a chill.

One thing I've been wanting to mention.

I... did kind of get help
on the first challenge.

Yeah, I mean, I kind of figured.

So you're not mad?

That had "Weird Sisters"
written all over it.

- I'm not mad.
- Okay.

Good, because I don't think
I could handle any more drama right...

Ah.

The boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend.

Hey, isn't there some
witchy club we can go to?

Ambrose mentioned one.

- Dorian's Gray Room?
- Yeah, that's the one.

Technically, it's a warlocks-only club.

But who cares?

What would you like to drink?

I'm not sure.

Dorian, we'll have two slow gin fizzes.

Nicky, dear, you know we don't typically
serve her kind in the Gray Room.

Will you just get us the drinks, Gray?

I'll make an exception
because you're both so... beautiful.

To losing one battle.

Sabrina?

"The half-witch must not ascend."

That's what the demon said.

Ascend to what, Nick?

Not Top Boy.

That's too small potatoes.

Maybe...

High Priestess.

I, uh... I boasted to Father Blackwood

that I would one day
be High Priestess of the Church of Night.

Maybe that's what they meant.

Well, the hierarchies of Hell
might not like that,

but me, on the other hand...

To Sabrina Spellman,

future High Priestess
of the Church of Night.

Me invocare te in tenebris,

dominus satanas.

Venire ad me.

Dark Lord.

Forgive my... impudence in summoning you,

but I thought it was time
we caught up on a few things.

Starting with Sabrina Spellman.

I've begun to suspect that
she's much more important to your plans...

...than you'd led me to believe.

Greg, move your head!