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Looking for unsavories, are you?

Get in, my boy. We're late.

The ease of motion,

the thrill of escaping that infernal Hotel Cortez with the press of a button.

I feel like Ali Baba on his magic carpet.

And where are my 40 thieves?

From whom have you heard at this juncture?

I'm of course referring to unsavories like us,

and there is a new phrase they call us.

Uh, what is it?

Oh, yes.

"Serial killers." Catchy.

I don't know. I, uh... I heard from enough of 'em.

Prepped and ready to strike?

-Yeah, I guess. -Always on the hunt.

I admire that about you, Commodore Carnivore.

You're not the easiest to find yourself.

I ordered my headless horseman here

to carriage me through the dankest corners of New Orleans.

My orders were specific.

To round you all up for a delightful spree.

I heard you were all footloose and fancy-free.

Ah...

I see you haven't lost your appetite for roughnecks on leave from the oil rig.

This makes everything so easy.

-Maybe too easy. -Hmm.

-I don't feel like I'm really using my... -Your skills. Your training.

Your diabolical capacity for homicide.

-This new technology is really something. -Hmm.

-Look, this button is called Grindr. -Grindr?

-Look, this button is called Grindr. -Grindr? - Oh, mercy. -

Oh, mercy.

-What? It's just some gay stuff. -That's fine.

-That's fine. -Come on.

Guys show you what you would only see if you went to their house.

Then they tell you how to come to their house and actually see.

Or they just come to yours if you're feeling lazy.

Hardly seems sporting.

And if you're not interested, they like you more.

Why, that's like pointing a howitzer into a barrel of sardines.

You just wind up with scaly water.

Nothing to sink your teeth into, right, old boy?

You need to feel the bait, the lure.

You need to feel the wriggle of that mouth on your hook.

-That's the stuff of life. -Hmm.

Something's missing, is all.

Like, part of the fun is that we were the underdogs.

What's missing is your mission, mon frère. Leave it to me.

Go tell the others the unholy grail is within reach.

Why we were brought back,

the reason for our reanimation.

I just did.

My dear boy, you've been sitting right here with me...

and my headless horseman.

I used a text chain.

They're asking for details. See?

Remarkable.

What about that crafty Zodiac Killer?

Didn't need the devil to bring him back from the dead now, did he?

Never caught... ...never died.

I wonder if he's beaten my record by now.

-They want to know about the girls' stats. -Stats?

I don't know what that means.

I think they learned that from the sex buttons on the phone.

Hmm.

Th-They're asking if they need to bring anything.

Oh. Uh, send them to this miraculous place called Ace Hardware.

Why, they have everything one could hope for,

for all your cutting, sawing, chopping, and smashing.

And, uh, why am I the one stuck being your secretary?

No offense,

but I always found you to be the least interesting of table guests

during our Devil's Night dinners.

Gacy is pedestrian but charming,

and Zodiac and Ramirez are at least full of devilish surprises.

I thought perhaps you were insecure, just dull,

but now I'm starting to believe that maybe you're just not that bright.

Do you have any idea what is happening?

The grand plan we are privileged to be a part of?

My dear boy,

we are at the hand of Abraham.

We hold the holy sacrificial knife.

Now turn that frown upside down.

It's witch-hunting season.

Very clever, Morwenna.

You weaved charms work onto the Vitalis spell.

That wasn't Vitalis Vitalum, Deels.

That was Resurgence plus.

I know it must sting, but some witches are just born with it.

What's the term for it? A new Supreme?

If you ask me, one is rising.

Girl, what's the term for shutting the fuck up?

-Continue. -Thank you, Queenie.

Reviving one plant with the Vitalis spell hardly costs a witch a thing.

Bringing back a dead animal, however,

requires much more.

Come.

Hey.

It's okay if you can't pull this off.

When I got here, I could only detect gluten, and now...

Mm-hmm.

Now, if the toad pulls too much power from you, I want you to sever the...

Okay, YouTube, can we not with the tutorial energy, please? I got this.

Oh, shit. She put that thing back in diapers.

How is that even possible?

New Supreme.

Morwenna, I need you to tell me right now

when and how you gained these powers.

-I don't know. I just did. -I asked you a question, young lady.

Oh. I'm sorry, are you jealz? Stay pressed, witch.

I am your Supreme, and you will answer me with respect.

-Cordelia! -Stay out of this!

Now, when?

When did you develop these powers?

Like, two days ago.

How did they manifest?

I said, how? Tell me.

I don't know. I just woke up feeling tingly,

and I had this tether in my chest to something warm and bright.

I just knew.

What is your damage, Cordelia?

It's Resurgence.

So what if it came out of nowhere?

What else do you want her to do, resurrect your old cooch?

Because that thing is not coming back to life.

Because that thing is not coming back to life. Cordelia, you aren't acting like yourself. What's going on?

Cordelia, you aren't acting like yourself. What's going on?

Cordelia.

Hey, you. What's your power?

-Levitation. -Cute. Do that.

Ascende.

Okay, room for improvement.

I love that journey for you.

I don't know why you gotta act like that. You always take things too far.

I was just trying to lighten the fuckin' mood.

Cordelia?

Are you okay? You're scaring the Coven.

-Look, I d... -Don't.

Jesus, Cordelia.

You know, you have a broomstick so far up your ass you're spitting splinters.

Three, Madison.

Three girls manifesting new powers under one moon.

Powers we only see once in a generation.

And why is that bad?

Because the magic knows something we don't.

It's like it's recalibrating.

Trying to arm us

before something dangerous comes in.

Look, I don't want to hear it, okay?

I get that you felt safe here

back when you were a baby witch obsessed with botany and shit,

but those girls need you back in there.

You're the one in charge, and thank Goddess for that.

You are Cordelia Goode.

You're the only witch that can master the Seven Wonders and have Second Sight,

and you in here acting like a pussy.

Because I can't see what's coming!

It's like a concealment spell has been cast.

I-I-I-I'm blocked, and I do not know how to protect you.

Do you think maybe we're-we're being a skosh dramatic?

The way I behaved back there, losing my temper...

I don't recognize myself.

It's understandable, Deels.

Morwenna is a twerp.

And... you are the Supreme.

Yes.

And I swore I would be different than my mother.

That I would be one who strived to understand each of you

so you would always feel safe in my care.

Because I never had that at your age.

The support. The mothering. The goodness.

But now it feels like a limitation.

Okay. What do you need?

What if whatever's coming for us can only be dealt with

by a Supreme like my mother?

-That stone-cold bitch? I... -I admire her.

She was a true legend.

But there was a rottenness about her.

And am I to believe that I have to embrace that darkness in myself to survive?

Because that terrifies me.

After she died, I could hear her.

Faintly, but unmistakably.

And I don't hear her anymore.

I spent my whole life running from Fiona,

but what if I can't fight this without her?

Where there's your will, there's a way.

Ladies, you know the drill.

Ugh! What is that?

It tastes like fennel and mental illness.

Absinthe.

The drink of the divine.

Before we begin, you must focus all of your powers.

I believe our lives

and the fate of all that is good in this world depends on it.

Nothing a coven of 13 can't handle.

You ready, witches?

We make contact...

the forgotten way.

O divine goddess,

keeper of our lineage, source of our power,

a coven of 13 stands united within these walls.

Guide us.

Strengthen us.

Help us summon the witch Fiona Goode.

By the sacred gifts of the Seven Wonders, we call upon you now.

Vitalum Vitalis.

Concilium.

Descensum.

Divinatio.

Telekinesis.

Pyrokinesis.

Transmutatio.

Mother.

I need you.

We need you.

Where are you?

I have so many questions.

Please.

Come on.

Come on.

Okay.

I'm gonna watch porn and make s'mores.

This was such a waste of time.

"H."

"E."

"R."

"E."

Mother.

Okay. Everyone upstairs now, please.

Cordelia.

She's here, Mallory.

Are you sure?

Yes, and she is here for me and me alone.

Go.

Candygram.

You are not welcome here.

My name is Mr. Styx from Dark Forces Industries.

Did someone place an order for eye of newt?

The power that compels you will find no satisfaction here.

But I parted the fogs of war and the mists of time,

crossing the amber waves of flame to this very door.

My, what have we here?

The egg sacs of copperheads, fed on endangered species.

Perhaps this essential oil of mandrake shavings.

Or what about a touch of bat-wing jelly

cured in the juices of a blind-worm's sting?

Leave.

Now.

We don't always forgive those who trespass against us.

I know what you are.

What are you gonna do, deary?

Drop a house on me?

A sickle.

Really?

You brought a gardening tool to fight me?

I'm going to tell you one more time...

Ah, repetition won't win your argument, you hectoring hysteric!

Confound it.

Now you've done it.

You've given me a splitting headache.

Miss Cordelia?

-Hello there, doll face. -Ophelia, I told you to go upstairs.

Well, isn't that swell?

The view's much better up here,

save for that repugnant chandelier.

Hup-ho, fellas! Come out for a lookie-loo!

Bet you feel nice and warm inside...

even when you're dead.

Run! Warn the others!

Aces!

I believe I won a prize for that shot.

How marvelously terminal.

That's right, folks.

The Cortez Devils are dining out tonight!