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Stay in your rooms. Lock the doors.

If you've got any powers, fire them up.

We're under attack, witches.

Perhaps a little night music for all the stabbing and screaming.

Cordelia?

They killed Cordelia.

She's too far gone.

We need Morwenna. She's our only hope.

This is some bona fide demon shit.

- We should run. - No.

This is our coven. Our house.

No one comes into our house, shits on our rug, and gets out alive.

Don't worry about me, ladies. Your trouble lies upstairs.

You ready?

Mallory, stay with our Supreme. You and you, let's fuck their shit up.

Let's do it.

We need you.

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Okay, hot.

Holy shit.

That's Jeffrey Dahmer.

- Who? - Jeffrey Dahmer.

What, are you the only person who didn't watch the TV show?

No, girl. I watched the TV show, but what is he doing here?

Haven't you ladies heard?

Every night is Devil's Night from now on.

As if, you diet-cannibal cum sock.

Missed me.

Say when.

Wow.

Am I your first girl?

I hate to say it, but it's...

...it's kind of an honor.

How dare you!

I'll save Madison!

That was my sister you just stabbed.

You just made it real personal, motherfucker.

And by the way, I know way too much about you.

You think you can come into my house,

like you didn't hunt those boys down?

No!

Drug 'em up, chain 'em up,

carve 'em up like meat, and then smile afterwards?

You know, I cannot stand one more

second of violence towards the Black body.

This? This is for them boys in Milwaukee.

No!

Queenie, are you... are you literally eating yourself?

He started it.

Mind if I play with your food?

This is for Cordelia.

Damn it.

Yeah, he's cooked.

- I thought you quit smoking. - Quitting is for losers.

Perfect timing.

Who's ready for round two? Mallory, how many are we up against?

One went down the kitchen stairs.

There's another one in the sewing room.

All right. Mallory and, um...

- Ophelia. - Ophelia. Strong combo.

You two take the sewing room. Coco, Queenie, downstairs.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. You want me on offense?

What do you want me to do?

Figure out how many calories we're all burning?

Coco, step your pussy up!

Get it up!

You have a human voodoo doll on your team, okay?

And if things go sideways, Mallory's, you know,

spidey sense will tingle like a cold sore on prom night.

I don't know. Fucking figure it out.

Scumbelina, you're coming with me.

And who put you in charge?

Our Supreme is dead.

That means one of us is getting a promotion.

Supreme pain in the ass.

I hate all of this so much. And that smell.

Queenie, talk to me about your insulin output.

Are we in a high-high, low-low situation?

- What makes you think I'm diabetic? - Understood.

No labels, but something

in this house has a metabolism that is doing cartwheels.

Uh... Coco, where are you going?

You want me to fight, Madison?

Fine. I'll fight.

Coco, what are you doing? We have shit to do.

Stash somewhere...

Bingo.

"Bingo"? That's your "bingo"? Candy?

Your voodoo doll thing, right, it needs a human mirror?

So? What does candy have to do with it?

Queenie, I have the constitution of a haunted Victorian child.

If you so much as whisper the word glucose at me,

I'm, like, full short circuit.

Is that why you're always acting so angry?

Yes.

Look, it's literally all up to us now.

One of these psychos is walking around here

with a pancreas two gummy bears shy of diabetic ketoacidosis.

So, make me your mirror.

Spike my blood sugar.

I'll amplify it and blast it into him.

Tag-team metabolic magic.

I binge. You purge.

Oh, it takes me right back to senior year.

He's in there.

In the dining room.

Get munching.

Oh, my God. She's really dead.

She's as dead as vaudeville.

I've seen reanimation spells work on people who were dead for years.

She's barely cold.

You can do this.

I can't. I really can't. I just can't.

Try harder.

We need her.

Stay quiet.

What now?

Okay.

I know you're there.

Shit. Sorry.

Drywall won't save you.

You're one bullet away from the bull's-eye of the Zodiac.

Get away from her, you sick fuck.

I'm okay!

Go on, now.

You know I get a little hot when you bark at me like you do.

Don't shoot. Please, I'll do whatever you want.

Tie her hands to her feet.

And no funny business.

Don't worry. We got you.

- I said no funny business. - She's just a teenage girl.

Your fights were never fair.

You preyed on women you thought nobody cared about, you bastard.

Damn right. Hail Satan.

Hey, ugly.

You want some chocolate?

What did you say to me?

You think the devil sent you here?

I know he did.

I keep his sign on my hand, close to my chest.

And now I'm gonna carve it into you.

I asked you if you wanted some chocolate.

No, I don't want some fucking chocolate.

- Do your thing, Ophelia! - Ascende!

So much sugar.

I'm spiking!

That's ketoacidosis, asshole.

Girl, that is some Brentwood white-girl hoodoo.

Proud of you, gluten-free. Come on.

What are you trying to do to me, witch?

Remember Boyle Heights, Richie? The neighbors who came for you?

They recognized you from the sketches they made themselves.

They cut you. Nearly beat you to death,

but then the cops came in and stole you away,

sparing you from their vengeance.

Well, what if your story had ended the way it should have?

Meaning what, bitch?

What if I send you back in time

to the neighborhood you terrorized for the justice you deserved?

Rot in hell, Night Stalker.

It's done.

He's done.

I didn't know witches could manipulate time.

How did you do that?

As far as anyone is concerned,

I did none of that. Do you understand?

This is our secret.

Cordelia, Mother's home.

Fiona.

Who did this?

Who did this to my baby girl?

Not my prettiest corpse, but...

my work nonetheless.

Well, what have we here, huh?

Behind that tailored suit and that honeyed voice,

you're as coarse as an alligator in Lake Pontchartrain.

So what are you then?

You're a minx. You're a sphinx.

You're loath to let any man know when you've broken into a sweat.

I perspire for no weakling.

Damn!

Especially one with such bad aim.

Why, you're as sly as a puss, aren't you?

And your parlor games play for keeps, don't they?

My killers have such purpose and we have such plans!

Oh, that smarts.

Don't you understand? We are on the same side, my dear.

We can build a new future, a permanent darkness together!

Oh, why?

My return was a family affair.

The voice that called me back belongs to that woman

who is lying dead in the front hall by your greasy hands!

Mother!

In case you missed my point...

...I am the baddest witch of them all.

And I don't need to dirty my hands on the likes of you.

Your henchmen have risen...

...to do my wet work for me.

Boys. Boys!

Wait. Hey. It's James Patrick March. Your captain.

We just got the band back together!

Oh, we have so much left to accomplish.

To demolish!

Ow.

Um...

I don't know why I did that.

Aw, geez.

What the hell is happening?

The vandals are at the door,

but from the look of the world at this point,

it's hard to imagine it could ever get worse.

I tried to save her. I couldn't.

What's your name?

Morwenna.

That's a pretty name.

Okay.

A mother needs time alone with her child.

Mother?

Mother, is that you?

You summoned me.

You needed me, and I came.

You need to gain your strength back.

We have a lot of work to do.

When things fall apart,

we must try to put the world back together.

This wicked, wicked world.

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