Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

[theme music playing]

[bats fluttering]

[thunder crashes]

[crows cawing]

[lightning sizzles]

[bats screeching]

Can I get you something?

Some...

uh...

- yummy almond...
- I don't want a snack, Ms. Wardwell.

I want answers.

Yes, of course. Um...

You asked me what I am, but you know.
I believe you've known for a while.

- You're a...
- A witch, yes.

- All this time you've been lying to me?
- Protecting you.

Trying to.

- Watching you from afar.
- Watching me, how?

I used a... a scrying spell.

On your mirrors.

It's how I knew you were
at the mercy of the Batibat.

You've been spying on me?
And my family? Why?

No. I think it's best you answer these
questions in front of the High Priest.

Sabrina, please, it was Edward
that asked me to look after you.

What do you know about my father?

I...

I was his acolyte.

His student, then...

his secretary.

When he was High Priest
of the Church of Night?

Yes.

Please.

I, um...

I sought him out.

I had been excommunicated
from my own coven...

the Church of Shadows, in New Hampshire.

I'd fallen in love with a mortal, you see,
and was engaged to be married. [chuckles]

Foolish, but... there I was,
a witch without a coven.

With no one to understand my plight.
No one, that is, except...

My father.

I showed up on his doorstep,
eager to apprentice with him.

Edward Spellman,

who wanted to reform
the Church of Night,

change its laws so that witches
and mortals could marry without stigma.

- He and your mother would be pioneers.
- But then they died.

Their plane crashed.

Before that ill-fated trip,

Edward charged me
with keeping an eye on you...

his only daughter.

Is that why
you were encouraging me to transfer,

because you knew
what I was talking about all along?

Going to the academy? Getting baptized?

Yes. Precisely.

I don't understand. If...
my aunts were taking care of me,

why would my father ask you
to do the same?

He was cautious, overly cautious.

Especially when it came to you,
the apple of his eye.

I was to be an invisible,

but omnipresent circle of protection
around you.

Why would you agree to that?

I had fallen in love with him, you see.

- Forgive me, Sabrina. Please.
- You're just like him, Ms. Wardwell.

Keeping secrets from me, manipulating me.

Consider your obligation
to the Spellman family done.

From now on, stay away from me.

[door opens and closes]

[Sabrina] We can add Ms. Wardwell
to the list of liars,

betrayers, and spies in my life.

[Ambrose] It's a lucky thing
she was spying on you, cous.

Else, we might all still be trapped
in the Batibat's nightmares.

Then again, I sort of am, aren't I?

Ambrose?

Might I suggest you give the woman
the benefit of the doubt?

[Sabrina] I don't have it in me.

My father deceived me.

- Aunt Zelda deceived me. Now my teacher?
- All right, then.

Get me a bit of her hair
and I'll make all her teeth fall out.

I'm not quite sure what to do yet.

One thing's for sure.

I'm gonna wipe all the mirrors
in the house clean

of Ms. Wardwell's spells.

No more spying.

[rock music playing]

[Harvey gasps]

[neck cracking]

You are gutless, boy.

Your soul is filled with fear,

and you will die for it.

- What're you still doing awake?
- [gasps, sighs]

- Uh...
- You okay?

Dad'll be pissed
if he sees you're up at this hour.

[Harvey] Yeah. Uh...

[stammers] It's nothing.

In that case, 'night, nerd.

[sighs]

[bottles clink]

There is no faith in you, girl.

- [Roz screams]
- So as punishment,

you shall be made blind.

[man] Rosalind?

- [Roz sighs]
- What's wrong?

Nothing.

Uh...

I just spilled milk.

[rattling]

[gasps]

You're an abomination, boy-girl...

and he will smite you.

[wind whooshes]

[clicking]

[bugs chirring outside]

[door creaking]

[Jesse breathing heavily]

- [music playing]
- [people chattering]

Um... What I lack in experience,
I do make up for in enthusiasm.

I, uh, get on with most everyone.

I... I love to read.

Um, I love a good chat. [chuckles]
I'm a wonderful baker.

And, uh, I have to say I'm a very big fan
of yours, Dr. Cerberus.

I love my horror hosts, you see. Um...

Svengoolie, um,
Count Gore de Vol, Vampira.

We didn't have them back in England.
But I have quite the assortment on video.

You do know I started out
as Greendale's weatherman...

Weatherman, yeah. [chuckles]

Well, nowadays, there's not
so much demand for horror hosts. Uh...

Oh.

To pay the bills, I opened up this place.

A bookstore for the weird
and dispossessed.

May I ask you a question, Hilda?

Yes.

How do you feel about wearing a costume
while you're working here?

[chuckles softly] Yeah.

[both chuckle]

What do you hear? Sister?

[heart beating steadily]

There's a heartbeat.

[sighs] Praise Satan.
How long before we can determine its sex?

It's still a bit too early
in Lady Blackwood's gestation,

but I'll collect a urine sample
and see what we can find out.

What about blood pressure?
Earlier today, she felt faint.

Perhaps you could give us ladies space,

so we might conduct this examination
more efficiently?

It's fine, Faustus. Take some air.

Very well.

I'll be outside.

[door opens and closes]

It's a rather trying time for us.

Carrying a Child of Night to term

should be the most joyous months
in a witch's life.

I agree. Except...

two of our children
have already been called home

by the Dark Lord before their births.

The High Priest told me.

I'm so very sorry.

My husband wants a son, Sister Zelda.

A male heir.

Well... we'll know soon enough
if it is the Dark Lord's will.

- [Susie] It really freaked me out.
- What's going on, guys?

What freaked you out, Susie?

Susie's uncle is messed up.

Beyond messed up.

He had a breakdown in the mines,
and he's been acting crazy ever since.

- He att*cked Harvey.
- What?

- att*cked you where?
- Susie's place.

- That's what I was gonna tell you.
- [Susie] My dad called a doctor.

Maybe he should call an exorcist instead.

[Roz chuckles]

[stammers] What... What does that mean?

I was telling Susie and Roz.

You know that thing I saw in the mines?

Jesse saw it, too.

- How do you know? Did he say that?
- [Susie] He said a lot of crazy stuff.

He said he saw a monster.

And then he said
he was gonna eat Harvey's soul.

Point being:

Maybe whatever's down there is a...

a demon and it... I don't know,
possessed Jesse.

Harvey, come on. I mean,

- is demonic possession even a thing?
- [Roz] There's something else.

[stammers] Um...

This is gonna sound kind of crazy...

but I like saw Uncle Jesse
in my house last night,

and he was saying
horrible things to me, about me, and...

Me, too.

Same.

Maybe it was... nightmares.

This wasn't a nightmare, 'Brina.
And Jesse might not be possessed,

but he definitely looks
like he's possessed.

Well, whatever is wrong
with your uncle, Susie,

promise me you're not
gonna go back in there, okay?

Trust me, wild horses
couldn't drag me back in there.

[Harvey] Sabrina! Wait up!

What was that about in the library?
You don't believe me?

About what I saw in the mines?

No, I... I believe you saw something,

but... you were eight. You were terrified.

- I'm not a coward, Sabrina.
- No, of course not, but...

- And I know what I saw.
- It could have been anything.

A shadow, or rocks. I mean...

What about last night?

What about what Roz saw, what Susie saw?
What I saw?

Isn't it possible it was your imagination?

All of our imaginations?

- What do you want me to say?
- I want you to believe me.

Or at least be honest
about what you're thinking.

'Cause it doesn't feel like you are.

Oh, Sabrina.

Do you have a moment? I'd love to continue
our conversation from...

I told you, Ms. Wardwell,

I'm not interested in
any more of your half-truths.

Aunties! We have a big problem!

Mephistopheles save us
from the melodramatics of a teenage witch.

[Hilda] How was school, love?

Fine, but Susie's Uncle Jesse
has been possessed by a demon.

- Oh? How do you know that, love?
- Oh, only all my friends.

While I was at the academy, or maybe
while we were dealing with Batibat,

Uncle Jesse att*cked Harvey.

They had to restrain him.

Sabrina, cases of actual
demonic possession are extremely rare,

despite what the False God and his
propaganda machine would have you believe.

[Hilda] Have they called a doctor yet?

Because they need to rule out
every other possibility first.

Like, epilepsy,
or schizophrenia, Tourette's.

Aunties, my mortal friends
are talking about demons.

What if they start
talking about witches next?

- The entire coven could be exposed.
- Who's talking about witches?

Give me their names and I'll make sure
they stop talking about anything.

Permanently.

It's just terrible when teenagers slip
into comas, isn't it, Hilda?

[Sabrina] Susie is my friend.

I won't leave her in a house
with a dangerous, possibly possessed man.

We are not to involve ourselves
in mortal affairs,

but... tell your friend not to touch
the inhabited person.

That contact would make them vulnerable
to att*cks.

[stammers] What kind of att*cks?

Psychological.

Demons prey on your fears, your... shame,

etcetera.

Harvey, Roz, and Susie
had to tie Uncle Jesse up.

They all touched him
and they've all had visions

or visitations since then.

Get them to bathe in a bit of
blessed water from the Sea of Galilee.

That always does the trick.
[chuckles softly]

[Ambrose] Demonic possession?

I have loads of books
on the subject.

Can you pull them for me?
And then stand guard over my body

- while I astral-project into Jesse's room?
- [laughs]

Is that the soundest of plans, cousin?

The astral plane is treacherous.
And the psychopomps...

I won't be projecting long enough
for the psychopomps to gather,

and I need to see Jesse for myself.

I can't very well just walk into his room.
This is the only way.

Plus, if Jesse is possessed,

maybe I can find out who the demon is,
or what it wants.

Having a name is always helpful.

Besides, this will be good practice
for when I go up against the Dark Lord.

[scoffs]
Damn if you're not getting a bit cocky.

In my astral form, I'll be safe.

I won't have a body
for the demon to hurt or enter.

Cousin.

Ambrose, please.
If Jesse Putnam is possessed,

he's a soul in torment,
imprisoned by demonic forces.

He's not the only one.

I'm imprisoned too, don't forget that.

Jesse's possessed,
you're under house arrest.

- That's not the same thing.
- True.

His ordeal will be much shorter than mine.

Ambrose, if I could help you, I would.

If you insist on projecting...

you do so at your own peril.

[Salem meows]

[purring]

Hello.

- Didn't mean to intrude.
- [demon] Won't you have a seat?

[chair creaking]

No, thanks.

I'll stand.

Come closer.

There's something about you
I can't quite...

Oh!

You're corrupt.

Impure.

But in what way, though?

What are you doing here, demon?

What do you want?

Spoil, debase, and corrupt humans,
starting with this vessel.

And when I'm done,
I'll move on to your friends,

who were impolite
and tied me like an animal.

You don't need to stay tied up here.

- You could leave Jesse's body...
- Leave?

Why would I do that?

- It's so nice and warm and sinful in here.
- Is that why you chose him?

- Was Jesse sinful?
- He's a sodomite.

An abomination.

More than anything,
Jesse Putnam was convenient.

My possession is his reward
for setting me free.

- What's your name?
- [neck cracks] What's yours?

I'm Sabrina Spellman,

daughter of High Priest and Conjuror,
Edward Spellman.

So you're a witch.

In that case,
there's no harm in telling you:

I am Maerceci.

Overlord of Gluttony.

Devourer of Flesh. Demon from the Bowels.

The Putnams don't want you here, Maerceci.

I don't want you here, so leave now,
before things get bad for you.

If you think I'm bluffing,

I'll happily introduce you
to another of your kind that I...

[roars]

You're not even here.

How rude.

Did you leave?

Maerceci?

Jesse?

[demon makes a hissing growl]

[choking]

[retching, gasping]

- [Sabrina screams]
- [Salem meows]

- [Sabrina coughs]
- [Salem meows]

- She's what now?
- [Salem meows]

[Salem yowls]

[choking]

[gasping]

- Cousin!
- [grunting]

Liberate tuteme ex fuga, Sabrina!

[gasping, panting]

It felt like he was slithering
down my throat.

How did he do that? How could he touch me?

[Ambrose]
The bugger must be a higher demon.

Some of them can lay hands on your
astral body if they find you in the realm.

I don't want to say,
"I told you so," but...

I got his name, Ambrose.

Maerceci.

[Ambrose sighs]

Mmm. Can't say it rings any bells.

It's not Euphratean or Mesopotamian.

Maybe I can ask Nicholas Scratch
or Father Blackwood. I mean,

- they are demonologists, after all.
- [laughs]

No need.

Jesse's demon isn't Sumerian at all.

He's just a cheeky bastard
with a fondness for wordplay.

[Sabrina] Ice cream?

[paper crushing]

Demons have an awful sense of humor.

And can you blame them? They live in hell.
Do you have any other tidbits?

He said something
about Uncle Jesse setting him free.

Free?

From what?

Or where?

I...

[Ambrose]
Cousin? Where are you going?

You almost died.

[Ambrose sighs]

I was wrong, Harvey.

It was wrong of me
to dismiss what you said,

what you saw.

- I'm sorry.
- I knew there was something fishy

- about the way you were acting in school.
- I wasn't lying exactly, I...

didn't want what you were saying
to be true.

But now you admit it might be.

I'm open to the possibility
of what you're thinking.

And I... I want to go into the mines.

What?

To see if I can find some clue
as to what might still be affecting Jesse.

If you could get past security
by yourself, and that's a big if,

you'd never be able to find your way
around. It's like a maze down there.

- Could you draw me a map?
- A map?

- To what, this isn't The Goonies.
- To where Jesse was working.

Where he was working last
before he got sick.

- Could you find out where that was?
- I mean, I could ask Tommy.

But, 'Brina, literally anything could
happen to you down there.

You could break your ankle,
a demon could eat you...

I'm not afraid.

[demon growling]

Harvey?

You think I'm chicken shit?

No, I don't.

- I'm coming with you.
- No. No, that's not what I want.

I don't care what you want.

I'm not letting you go into the mineshaft,
alone, in the dead of night.

Besides, you're gonna need someone
to help sneak you in.

[caws]

[Harvey exhales]

- If you wanna just wait here...
- [sighs]

Hell, no.

[bats screeching]

- [Harvey] What exactly are we looking for?
- [Sabrina] Um...

I guess anything that looks...
strange or...

dangerous.

You mean like a demon?

[chuckles] Well, I'm glad you haven't lost
your sense of humor, at least.

[low moan on wind]

Wait, what's...

[metal squeaks in distance,
low creaking]

Harvey, I think I found something.

[low moan on wind]

Harvey?

Harvey, where are you? Oh!

Damn it!

[Sabrina grunts]

[Sabrina gasps]

Ms. Wardwell! What are you doing here?

Exactly what I promised your father
I would do.

I'm looking after you,
so you don't come to any harm.

Wait, now you're following me?

These are very dangerous mines, Sabrina.

In the old days, it was believed
that there were tunnels that burrowed

- all the way to...
- Hell. Yes, I know the stories.

That's why I'm here.

- [Wardwell] Is that a trapping stone?
- It's none of your business.

And I thought I made myself clear,

but consider this your third
and final warning.

Next time, I'm going to have to report you
to the High Priest.

- [Harvey shouts] Sabrina! 'Brina!
- Harvey? Harvey!

[shouts] Sabrina, wait! I can help!

- [Harvey panting]
- Harvey? Harvey!

- Harvey, what is it?
- It's here. I saw it. Over there.

[panting]

Harvey, it... it's just rocks.

[continues panting]

- I dunno, maybe I did...
- Maybe you imagined it, maybe it was real.

And you came down here with me anyway.

And that makes you the bravest,
Harvey Kinkle.

[low growling]

- Can we go?
- Absolutely.

- [Sabrina sighs]
- [Harvey sighs]

- Did you find anything?
- Nothing.

[growling]

I always figured it would come to this.

[doctor] The kind of help
your brother needs, Mr. Putnam,

immediate, round-the-clock care...

that'll be much easier at my facility.

I don't want him suffering.

The last time we spoke, you told me
your brother has always had "demons."

Any specific incidents
I should know about?

[Putnam] There was this one time...

Jesse liked to put on
our mother's dresses.

Us kids would just laugh, you know?

But one time,
our daddy caught him in the act.

Beat him black and blue.

Well, he quit putting on her dresses
after that.

And we always struggled with his, uh...

you know, sexuality.

His proclivities.

You're the one who's sick, girl-boy.

You're the abomination.

What are you saying
all that stuff for, Dad?

What happened in the past
has nothing to do

with what's happening
to Uncle Jesse now!

- Susie.
- Is this your daughter, Mr. Putnam?

You can't send him off to a loony bin
because he put on a dress once.

You don't even know why he did that.

Jesse needs help.
Help we can't give him.

Then I wanna see it.

I wanna see the place where he's gonna go.

Make sure it's...

Make sure it's okay.

[penlight clicks]

[father] What's the good word, doc?

Not much, Reverend.

As with most cases of degenerative myopia,

your daughter's vision loss is progressing
steadily and rapidly.

[father] Last time we were here,
you mentioned a surgery?

[doctor] Yes, a clear lens extraction,
but I want to caution you...

That my chances aren't good.

Are they?

- But if there's any chance...
- Daddy.

- [Roz sighs]
- Will you give us a minute, doc?

Of course. Take your time.

What is it, baby?

Daddy...

do you think
that God could be punishing me?

Punishing you for what?

You say all the time...

Grandma Walker went blind...

because she didn't have faith.

But you're not like her, Rosalind.
You have faith.

[demon growling]

Do I?

I'm not so sure.

[birds chirping]

[Sabrina chuckles softly]
Got you, creep.

- Huh?
- Apophis. His name's Apophis.

If we fuse the pieces together,
can I trap the demon

- like I did the Batibat?
- [hissing softly]

You'll have to get it
out of Jesse Putnam first.

[Ambrose flipping through pages]

Originally, from the time of Homer,

the word "demon" was used to describe
a being of benevolence.

Of course, that meaning has been perverted
by the False Church,

and now carries with it
connotations of malevolence.

Father Blackwood?

Yes, Miss Spellman?

- Can witches perform exorcisms?
- [girls laugh]

Miss Spellman, I'm not sure
what that question has to do with anything

we're discussing in this seminar,
but no, witches may not.

Someone tell Sabrina, please, why that is?

[Prudence]
Exorcisms are a Catholic rite

in which male priests call upon
the False God

for assistance to expel demons.

[Faustus]
Correct. Now, as I was saying,

the ancient Assyrians,
particularly, were...

Yes, Miss Spellman?

My friend's uncle is being possessed
by a demon, Apophis.

What if this brings unwanted attention
to the witches of Greendale?

That's not a concern, as possessions
involving Apophis rarely last long.

Why is that?

[Faustus] Apophis is a parasitic demon,
also known as the Devouring Worm.

He's feasting on your friend's uncle

from the inside out.
If he's alive, he won't be for long.

Then something has to be done, and fast.

[Faustus] No need.
As I said, the mortal will be gone soon.

Where does the demon go then,
once he's done feasting?

I imagine he'll do what all parasites do.
Jump to another warm host.

Usually a body that's already come
into contact with Apophis.

That would be my friends.

So if witches can't perform exorcisms,
then what can they... we do?

- Banish this creep?
- Some demons can be banished.

More tenacious ones,
like the Devouring Worm,

would require an exorcism.

Which, again, witches are not allowed
or able to perform.

- [bell tolling]
- [Faustus] On that note, class dismissed.

- [Nick] Hey.
- [door opens]

- Wanna talk about it?
- What?

- [door closes]
- Whatever's on your mind?

- I wish I could, Nick, but I've got...
- Let me guess... friends to save?

- Demons to exorcise?
- [chuckles]

You're a rebel, Spellman.
That's how I like my witches.

Nicholas, to be clear, I have a boyfriend.

Yes... but you also have two natures.

You go to two schools.

Why not date two guys?

I'm down with sharing.

[Hilda] How was the academy, love?

What are you doing here?

Sabrina, please don't be cross with me.

After our encounter in the mines,

and having recognized the demon Apophis
on that stone,

I became concerned
that you were putting yourself in danger.

Do my aunties know what you are?

I've told them everything.

- And?
- I wish I could say we were surprised,

but this is just like Edward,
isn't it, Hilda?

- [Hilda] Hmm.
- It's insulting, of course,

that he didn't think we'd be up to
the task of protecting you ourselves.

- Well, maybe you aren't.
- I beg your pardon?

Sabrina has been finding herself
in increasingly difficult predicaments

since fleeing her Dark Baptism.

- That is a good point.
- Quiet, Hilda.

Aunties, Ms. Wardwell.

Jesse Putnam is going to die
if we don't do anything!

And my friends will be next.

And if I can't get help
from the Church of Night,

I'll get it from the Catholic church
down the road.

Have you lost your mind?

Turning to the False Church for help?

Has your Aunt Hilda's excommunication
taught you nothing?

I don't see what choice I have.

Father Blackwood said

that there is no exorcism rite
for witches to perform.

Actually, it so happens Edward wrote
a rite expressly for that purpose.

And how, Ms. Wardwell,
is that information at all helpful?

Always thinking outside the box, Edward.

It so happens,
I have a copy of the rite with me.

If Sabrina insists on following
this madness through,

she should be armed
with the proper tools at least.

I'm sorry. Are you actually suggesting
that my niece perform an exorcism?

I stopped by Susie's
on my way home from the academy.

She and her dad aren't there,
so if we act fast...

- She's determined to, it seems.
- [Zelda] You claim

that your entire raison d'être
is to protect Sabrina.

Well, it is.

And I shall be with her, of course.

And at the first sign of danger,
I'll spirit her away.

No. I won't allow it. I forbid it.

Aunt Zelda,
I'm not asking you for permission.

I'm doing it. And if Ms. Wardwell wants
to chaperone me, fine.

But I won't be leaving that room
until Jesse Putnam is free.

It's a good thing
Edward had me looking after you.

Your aunts, it appears, would have
you perform the exorcism alone.

No, not me. [chuckles] I'll go as well.

[Zelda] Hilda!

Need I remind you the Church of Night
expressly forbids performing exorcisms.

Yes, but I'm excommunicated, aren't I?

So, really, what have I got to lose?

[Zelda] Has the entire world gone mad?

None of you are ordained.

Unlike the Catholic exorcism,

which draws its potency
not on the priest performing it,

but from the False God,

Edward's rite relies on the power
of the individual witch

challenging the demon,

and on the continuum of...
witches that predates us all.

Well, in that case, Ms. Wardwell,
what are we waiting for?

Sabrina, you can't possibly trust
this stranger, can you?

I don't see what other choice I have,
Aunt Zee.

I ran Lady Blackwood's urine sample
for you, Auntie Zee.

Interesting results.

For the love of Satan, what have I done
to deserve these women in my life?

- You're lucky, I suppose.
- [Zelda huffs]

I refuse to put the safety of my niece
in the hands of a spinster schoolmarm

and a British batwit.

[sighs] They'll get her k*lled.

Not if you help her, they won't.

[demon rasping]

[demon] How lovely.

You're back.

And you brought your friends.

Three little piggies, all pink and plump

and ripe for eating.

- Hush, demon.
- I went to the mines last night.

And found out your real name.

[all] Apophis. Devouring Worm.

[demon grunts]

The Putnams could return at any moment.
We should begin.

There's nothing you can do.

- You have no authority over me, witches.
- Speak with a loud, clear voice, Sabrina.

Always.

[demon growling]

We call forth the witches from the shade.

Those who came before us,
and died, so that we might live.

[all] Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.

- [fire whooshes]
- That's rich.

You're not even a witch,
barely a half-witch.

I call forth the powers
of Lilith of Aradia,

of Morgan le Fay.

Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.

I'm going to eat
all your little friends, one by one.

I call on Black Annis,
I call on Anne Boleyn.

- I call on the Witch of Endor.
- [fire whooshes]

[all] Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.

- [gasps]
- [ropes creaking]

[thunder crashes]

I call on Hecate, on Artemis,
on Luna to expel this demon.

Expel Apophis.
Return him to the Dark Lord.

Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.

[Sabrina] I call on Hildegard of Bingen,
I call Marie Laveau.

I call Tituba, I call Mary Bradbury.

Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.

[Sabrina]
I call Nehman, Badb, Macha.

Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.

[thunder crashes]

It's not working.

Keep going.

Energies are gathering, you can feel them.

Keep going! Keep going! Keep going!

I call Circe, I call Moll Dyer.

[all] Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.

- [screaming]
- Dirty, unclean mongrel!

Don't listen to it.

- Psychological att*cks.
- You're a polluted thing.

I call on Juventas, the virgin,
on Juno, the mother...

Your parents died because of you.

Because you're an impure half-breed.

- [thunder rumbles]
- Lend us your power. Expel the demon.

Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.

Something's wrong. I'm not strong enough.

Yes, you are. I call upon Cybil Leek.

I call upon Priscilla Spellman.

I call upon Francis Spellman.

I call upon Evanora and Locasta Spellman.

Continue, Sabrina.

Come forth, Kindly Ones.
Come forth, Mother of Darkness.

Lend us your power.
Expel the demon Apophis!

[all] Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.

Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.

Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.

Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.

[Hilda sighs] Thar she blows.

- [demon growling]
- [witches panting]

- [grunts and vomits]
- [witches gasp]

[pants, stammering] Is it... Is it over?

[Wardwell] I don't know.

[demon growling]

Sabrina, don't.

Apophis, Devouring Worm.

[softly] Now what?

[demon growling]

[grunts] The stone seal, Sabrina.

- [Sabrina panting]
- [water splashing]

And you really don't think
it can get back up, Ms. Wardwell?

Not with that seal in there.
And not in the state it was in.

No, that worm will burrow its way
back to hell where it belongs.

What about Uncle Jesse?

[Hilda] Unconscious.

He'll be weak for a while, I imagine.
But he's alive, thanks to you. [sighs]

Thanks to all of us.

Including you, Aunt Zee.

What made you change your mind?

The first witch exorcism ever performed.

That seemed like something
I should witness first-hand.

If only for educational purposes.

But don't get too big for your britches,
Sabrina. You're grounded.

Grounded?

A mortal punishment
for interfering with mortal affairs.

Don't know about you three, but I could do
with a nice, hot cup of tea.

Oh, yes. Let's go home.

Ms. Wardwell, will you join us?

[chuckles] Oh, no, no.
I've intruded enough for one day.

- I should go.
- I think that's best, yes.

But I'll see you bright and early
in the morning for homeroom.

Ms. Wardwell?

Thank you.

[Ambrose] Aunties?

We have company.

Father Blackwood.
To what do we owe the honor of this visit?

It has come to my attention,
Sister Zelda, that you, Sabrina,

and your excommunicated sister have
just performed an unauthorized exorcism.

Word travels fast
amongst the damned, it seems.

For the record, I did not inform him.
His Excellency had an inkling and...

humbled us with a visit.

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't
excommunicate the pack of you.

I can give you two.

Earlier today, I received the results
of your wife's tests.

Congratulations, Father Blackwood.

Constance is expecting twins.

- Twins?
- [Zelda] Yes, it's good news.

However, it may be a difficult pregnancy.

Not to worry, though,
I'll be tending to her every need.

Unless, of course, you feel I, or...

any members of my family,
are unworthy... in some way.

[birds chirping]

- [Hilda] Hey. What's the matter, love?
- Nothing.

Just my melancholia.

- What happened now?
- [Ambrose] Nothing.

Nothing's happened, which is the problem.

You, Auntie Zee, Sabrina,
you three performed an exorcism.

Meantime, I was sat here trapped,
doing jack all.

While I was with Father Blackwood,
I asked him about commuting my sentence.

He did not give me hope.

Perhaps you could try calling that nice,
handsome young lad you dated.

- Luke something or other.
- Luke Chalfant.

[Hilda] Hmm.

[Ambrose] I have called him.

- Repeatedly.
- Oh.

He hasn't called me back.

[phone ringing]

Hang on. Um, sorry.

[sighs deeply]

[Hilda] Spellman Sisters Mortuary,
how may I assist you?

Oh, Mr. Putnam!

I'm so sorry to hear that.

Yeah. Of course. Just come when you can,
and we'll be here.

Wait, what happened?

Jesse passed.

Sometime during the night.
His... His poor heart gave out.

Oh, no.

[sighs]

I'm so sorry about your uncle, Susie.

Really. I...

I can't believe it.

My dad and I visited the place
where we were gonna send him.

The asylum.

Honestly, maybe it's better.

He would've rotted in there.

At least...

At least he's free now.

You know?

I guess so.

Susie, I don't think I've ever seen you
in a dress before.

[Susie breathes deeply]

[voice trembles] I'm not an abomination,
Sabrina, and I won't be one.

What?

Of course not. Why...
Why are you saying that?

Forget it. It doesn't matter.

[door bell chimes]

Hi, darling. What can I get you?

I'd like a medium latte, please.

And, um, what's your name?

Luke.

- [door bell chimes]
- [Hilda] Uh...

And your surname?

- Chalfant.
- That's brilliant. [chuckles]

Coming right up.

Mr. Luke Chalfant.

"Always prepared,"

that's the witch's motto.

[Sabrina]
What does it all matter, Ms. Wardwell,

if, in the end,
I couldn't save Uncle Jesse?

But you did.

You saved his soul.

That might not feel like a victory
at this point, but it is one.

Apophis ravaged him to the point of death.

With mere hours to spare,
you... brought him peace.

Made him whole again.

Did I?

We've no reason to believe otherwise.

[clapping]

Bravo, Jesse Putnam, bravo.

You played your part
in this passion play beautifully.

And now...

After your...

ordeal...

take comfort in the fact
that you served a greater purpose.

Purpose?

Well, she had to perform an exorcism
on a mortal.

Part of the Dark Lord's grand design.

[Jesse] I don't...

- [stammers] Who?
- [Wardwell sighs]

Such a pity...

you won't be around
to see the prophecy fulfilled.

I'm sure it will be apocalyptic.

- But your poor, weak, feeble heart...
- [Jesse groans]

...couldn't handle the strain, could it?

- [groaning continues]
- [bones cracking]

[softly] It was all just too much for you.

- [bones crack]
- [groans cease]

[footsteps receding]

I just... I can't help it.

I feel like I failed.

I mean, how am I ever going to outwit
the Dark Lord?

Outwit the Dark Lord?

Why, Sabrina...

whatever do you mean?

[theme music playing]

[man] Brett, move your head.