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Well, I have to say I was expecting more than a little limp hug.

Not tears, of course. You were never the type to shed them.

I think I'll take a stab at sincerity. I missed you.

Well, forgive me for not throwing you a welcome parade, Myrtle.

[chuckles]

You know, I can see that you are just bursting with news of some kind.

Some, what, message from hell?

[chuckles]

Okay, fine. Um...

I'll just rip off the Band-Aid.

Fiona Goode, you have a sister.

Your spitting image, your living mirror.

An identical twin.

And, uh, brace yourself, dear.

You are the daughters of the devil himself.

[? tense music playing]

What are you saying?

I mean, who tore us apart?

How is this the first time I'm hearing about this?

Feelings, however raw, are fleeting.

I recommend you think of emotion like fashion.

Live in it fully, and before you know it, you'll be on to the next sensation.

And that devil part, huh?

Oh, I can see that it all makes a certain sense to you, doesn't it?

Hmm. It does.

Because of the things that I've done to you, huh?

[exhales] I just want to say, Myrtle...

that it hurt me to hurt you.

That's the language of every abuser, though I-I hear your conciliatory tone.

All my life I dreamed of some elusive Mr. Goode.

The Goodes of Massachusetts.

Those were the first Salem women thrown into that jail cell,

blamed by witch hunters for every bad gust of wind.

Those are your mother's forebearers.

[breathing shakily]

You know...

about my mother?

Though your true father was the dreaded Lucifer,

your mother was a woman of God.

Her name was Sister Jude.

The asylum that she used to run like a warrior for Christ now imprisoned her.

She'd lost the war.

The collateral damage-

her body count- weighed on her soul.

She had no chance of escape, not even a prayer.

[muttering]

- [birds cawing] - [gasps, mutters]

Oh! Yes!

[gasping] Oh...

Oh, you... you've come.

- [gasps] Oh... - [birds cawing, echoing]

Oh, look at you.

Tell me, what messages have you for me?

[breathing heavily]

[gasping]

Yes.

Yes, I can do that.

I can count you.

One is for sorrow.

Two is for mirth.

Three for a wedding.

Four for a birth.

Five for silver.

Six for gold.

[whispering] Seven for a secret never to be told.

Oh, my God.

[? somber music playing]

[breathing heavily]

Eight...

[child laughs, echoes]

...for a scare.

Nine...

for a hiss.

Ten...

for a hug...

that ends with a kiss.

[bells tolls]

Little...

[sobbing] Little girl, do you forgive me?

Are you riding your bike?

[gasps]

- [bell tolls] - Yes.

She does.

Yes, she does.

She forgives me. She does.

She said so.

Eleven...

is for hope,

and 12 for health.

Thirteen...

[young Mr. Nas] Beware of the devil himself.

[breathing heavily] Who are you?

Who let you in?

No one is supposed to visit me in this place.

Well, be careful what you wish for, Judy Martin.

Did I hear you say something about... a kiss?

I know who you are.

No. [breathing heavily]

I am a godly woman, a servant of Christ.

Heavenly Father, please, hear my prayer.

Protect me in my hour of need from this...

There are many secrets under this veil, aren't there?

...fallen angel...

A wedding? Is that what you asked for?

Hail Mary, Mother of God.

Blessed art thou amongst women.

Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Hail Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners... now...

[young Mr. Nas] I can give you health.

[laughter]

I can give you mirth.

[bell tolls]

[exhales deeply]

Maybe if your wish comes true...

a birth.

Hardly an immaculate conception, but a desperate one.

Judy was years past the first heat of menopause,

but Satan surely had his way with her.

Two luminous blonde baby girls emerged from that husk of a woman.

I wish I had known my mother.

Have some compassion for yourself, dear.

You were the youngest witch ever deposited at Miss Robichaux's.

- [exhales forcefully] - Just an infant, isn't that right?

Oh, enough of your inner child bullshit.

God, look up from your navel. Look around.

The world is ending.

The world is always ending.

That's the goddamn truth of the world.

There's always an apocalypse coming,

a revolving door of Antichrists.

A wave becoming a tsunami.

A cough, now a plague.

An insult that erupts into a war.

Lava flows, ice caps melt, continents drift, paradigms shift.

So we restore order as best we can, and we've done our part.

We've banned pesticides, we've burned bras

and gave daughters everything only sons had.

But it's not our problem anymore because it's not our world anymore.

So what?

We're supposed to let three centuries of the Salem line just die with...

with Cordelia as Supreme?

I mean, for Christ's sakes,

have you seen the witches of weak shit that we have left here?

Myrtle Snow, you old coward, I choose to die on my feet.

And it has been my fate

that there has never been anybody

who sees eye to eye with me.

[breathes deeply]

[voice breaking] But I bet my mother would have.

There's another possibility, dear.

Follow me.

Fiona Goode, I'm pleased to introduce you to your sister, Constance Langdon.

[? mysterious music playing]

I'll give you two some time.

[Fiona exhales deeply]

Well, I think you'll understand when I say...

I can't believe my eyes.

Nor can I.

[stammers] Oh...

I think I have to sit down.

[breathing heavily]

Oh. Please, please.

You know, I knew nothing... nothing

about our mother and our father until just now.

[stammers] So I wonder what you know.

I mean, what have you been told?

Just what your friend Miss Snow explained to me about how twin sisters... [chuckles]

...went in such completely different directions.

A criminal sold one to some couple in Virginia

who only wanted the child for the government assistance she could earn.

The other baby was left at Briarcliff.

Do you know about Briarcliff?

Until a patient by the name of Pepper... [chuckles]

...had her whisked away to some mysterious home for spinsters.

This place, I guess.

I have always believed that I could cast a spell with just a...

a sly glance, but obviously I have...

I've met my match.

My sister.

A bona fide witch.

A lineage that comes down our mother's side.

Magic that goes back to Salem.

God, I must have dreamed too small, because...

[chuckling] ...I once poisoned my neighbor

for taking my parking spot,

and I called that a victory.

[both laughing]

All my life, I have felt...

like something was missing.

That there was some part of me that just...

wasn't there.

Oh, God.

I bore every wretched cross that fate put on my back.

[exhales sharply]

[giggles]

But to look at you... [chuckling]

It's not every orphan that gets dropped under this portico

and then ends up taking over the whole place.

The empress of New Orleans.

I must've dreamed too small.

Yeah, I dreamed too small.

Well, you mustn't resent me.

We were both infants...

when we were separated.

It was the women in this house that brought that magic out in me.

Yeah, but shouldn't we be the same? I mean, it's just not fucking fair.

I got all the darkness from Big Daddy-O, we now know.

I didn't receive so much as a whisper of witchcraft.

Not one ounce...

of magic from my mother.

You got that.

And how I envy you.

Maybe I was meant to spark that magic in you.

Maybe that's why we've been brought together.

If I have it in me, then so do you.

You really think so?

I could teach you a few tricks.

Powers to be mine that were in you all along.

First touch since the womb.

[? tender music playing]

I don't believe it.

[liquid bubbling]

I don't believe you.

Why would my mother not tell me this, huh?

Or Myrtle. Myrtle never kept anything from me.

Oh, really?

Then what about how you got them brand-new eyeballs of yours?

[Marie] Hmm?

Oh, you can mope and whine about who your grandfather is,

but it doesn't change the truth.

You got the devil in your blood.

[inhales sharply] Somebody told you so you can move forward.

Move forward?

How am I supposed to move forward when I feel like I've got poison in my veins?

How can anyone trust me?

How can I trust myself?

Well, you sure as hell got to accept it, all the ugly bits.

Accepting every part of who you are is where true power comes from,

and I'm gonna need you to channel all the power you got.

Now give me that mugwort.

I was just getting my bearings.

Stop doubting yourself. Nobody else does.

Think about what you have that your mother never had.

You surely do care about people, and what's better,

people care about you.

I seen the way your Coven looks at you.

That's its own magic. That's love.

That's not going anywhere.

It's nearly ready.

Put your face over the pot.

Breathe in the power of the rem?d, the fire meeting the earth.

[inhales]

Just a few hours of simmering and then-

Hours? You said "a few hours"?

Pardon, Madame, but we ran out of time a few days ago.

This devil is nearly reaching 100 years old.

You don't shush me or rush me, boy.

If a thought comes up in your mind,

slow it the fuck down before you send it into my ears.

Now, if you want to make yourself useful, go ahead on and get me what I need.

I will get you fresh cuttings from the greenhouse.

That won't be necessary. I can do it.

Just name it. Let's fucking go.

By any chance, can you turn up the heat on your pot?

- Might save time. - Listen, insolent white man.

The world is yet to see an Antichrist who is a Black woman,

and here is the actual son of Satan crowding my stove,

looking like every other diabolical messenger that Satan has sent before you.

So if you want to make yourself useful, prove your worth.

If you want me to feel my power, help my cause.

I'm about to do what no woman in womankind has ever done,

putting things together that don't want to be together.

Old Salem spells and new voodoo.

Black magic and white magic gotta dance together, right?

So if you want what I can provide,

get me what I need.

Get me my Queenie.

She suffers on the other side of the dark divide.

Will Papa Legba even allow it?

You're asking me like I need a permission slip.

- Well, don't you? - No.

[Marie] Use your damn privilege, Satan child.

Spring Queenie from her false imprisonment,

and then I can meet your deadlines.

[customer] Yeah, but no.

- [customers clamoring] - I'm gonna need to speak to your manager.

Actually, a manager's manager.

- I specifically requested a scoop. - [clamoring continues]

- Excuse me, young man! - One sec, one sec. Queenie!

Karen-zilla. Shh.

Watch out. Watch out.

Excuse me, Queenie! You're Queenie, right?

- Yeah. - It's time to go.

Let's get you out of here.

Uh...

[clamoring continues]

All right, uh, attention, everyone.

I have to leave, but I will be right back, okay?

JK. No, I fucking won't.

[clamoring continues]

Later, bitches.

Move, move, move. Get out of my way!

[Queenie] Get off him. He's my ride.

[footsteps echoing]

By the grace of God. [exclaims]

Come into my arms, ch?re .

[sobs] You know, I can't even look at you

without water from behind my eyes rolling down my cheeks.

I told you I'd make it back.

[Cordelia exhales]

This job got done right.

But you got a lot more work to do, so don't think you God's gift yet.

Hardly. Come, sisters.

The spirits got business with us.

[? intriguing music playing]

In order to defeat the devil, you must first strike at his soul.

And every soul's got two parts.

The ti bon ange.

What makes you you.

Mmm. And the gros bon ange .

What keeps the body moving through the world.

[Marie chuckles]

And this potion...

loosens the tie between the two.

The Brahma from the Atman, the nefesh from the .

That's right! Samayavajra and kabbalah.

[laughs]

Now, here's how you do it.

[? "Sympathy for the Devil" playing]

[Marie] Let that demon boy lead you two to the devil's bed.

[creaking]

[Marie] Pluck a squiggly hair from his nasty old head.

Drop it in the vial till it sizzles black.

[sizzling]

[Marie] Next, tip that potion till he gulps it back.

Make sure it go all the way down.

That's the only way that you can touch the devil's life force

and keep yourself clean of his spirit.

[sucking]

[Marie] As you strip the devil of his years,

he will grow younger and younger before you.

[growling]

[Marie] Keep sucking his years right outta him till he is but a babe.

[cries]

[Marie] And in that moment...

[gasps]

...you'll feel a thousand springtimes flowing through your blood.

It's another of the devil's temptations,

so you must not take that life force for yourself.

Taking that life force will be your job, Queenie.

[Marie] Cordelia will pour the devil's years into you.

Take them and hide them behind your ribs.

Then...

take a hold of this red thread.

Call upon the spirits, your ancestor, Tituba.

You, Queenie, must stitch the v?v? at a crossroads.

[Marie] And with the last stitch of thread,

you're gonna feel your bones crack.

You're gonna feel that death is drawing near.

But when the v?v?

send the devil's years all the way through the crossroads,

all the way down

to hell.

Then...

it is done.

That devil stayed right where you put him,

in that small, helpless body, an eternal baby for good.

And he does not inherit this earthly kingdom. Ha!

But when you return,

it gon' be the sworn duty of this Coven to watch over that eternal baby

until the end of time.

[? song fades]

[? tense music playing]

In my long life,

I've seen the devil's deeds through a woman's eyes.

But his evildoing stops with you.

So go on up to that rotten apple,

hold him by the horns,

and rip his fucking tail off!

[cackling]

[whoops]

hits different, don't it?

[Cordelia] It is magical, Queenie. I feel it too.

[Queenie] Hmm.

[Cordelia] Are you thinking about living here?

- [Queenie chuckles] - You could.

You could move here when we're done with this business.

Once Satan is gone from this world,

we will feel a peace we have never known, a freedom too.

You really think that, once Satan is gone, that humankind is just gonna change?

I choose to believe in our better nature, yes.

[Queenie] Huh.

I think it's important to imagine a world without evil.

No hunger, no war, no child going to sleep afraid.

[sighing] Well, Pollyanna,

you live in a very pink cloud very, very far away from reality,

but I'll play along.

There'll be no disease or bigotry.

Maybe if Satan is gone,

everyone will just get out of each other's way and do their own thing.

I like that.

It sounds nice.

Yeah.

And bicycles.

Every one of your answers is so disappointing.

Well, I am who I am, Queenie.

I'm scared.

Me too.

We've got this.

[elevator bell dings]

Did you get everything that you needed?

Uh, we stopped by a graveyard in Brooklyn

to get a little extra dirt for my gris-gris.

Just some added protection.

Do we have a plan?

What if the handsome devil bum-rushes us?

I will channel all of my power into Queenie.

I trust her to hit him where it hurts.

Okay, fun.

Well, I've been reading his mind. He's out cold.

[? suspenseful music playing]

[music stops]

[doors creaking]

[fire crackling]

Goddess, be with us.

[bed creaks]

[gasps softly]

[swallows]

[exhales deeply]

[sizzling]

[whispering Latin]

[? tense music playing]

[gasps]

[young Mr. Nas] I know what you did.

[gasps]

[young Mr. Nas] And you can do no more.

- [yells] - [gasps]

I'm sorry.

Am I hurting you? [laughs]

Don't be such a little crybaby.

[laughing]

[? haunting music playing]

[whimpers]

[rope creaking]

[whispers] Queenie.

[? tense music playing]

We did it.

Hail Satan. Hail Satan.

Hail Satan.

[? mysterious music playing]

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