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Spit.

When the devil comes into your life,
do you recognize him?

Because he comes to us in many disguises.

He is the wolf in sheep's clothing.

He may appear to you as an angel of light,

or perhaps he masquerades
in the shape of a woman.

Indeed, the devil's
greatest trick of all...

Don't give the minister the finger.

...may be to persuade you
that he doesn't exist.

Jesus.

That sermon was kind of sexist,
don't you think?

No. I thought it was a real wake-up call.

Yeah. Women possess black magic,
and it needs to be controlled.

- Ship.
- Yeah?

I don't think I'm the right girl for you.

Of course you are.

You're nothing like Lola.

Who's Lola?

Just a girl I knew in Nevada.

Lola Montez.

Lola Montez?

She was a dancer.
An actress. An adventuress.

One time, she shot me with a gun.

Whoa. She sounds awesome.

No. She was the devil.
She couldn't be trusted.

She was nothing like you.

You're prim, proper, obedient.

I think I need some space.

Sue! Sue, wait.

What is it?

I went on a walk the other night with Sam.

I know. He told me.

He did? What did he say?

He said that you're a brilliant poet,
and he wants to publish you.

Oh, I was afraid of him saying that.

Why are you afraid?

Emily, this is an incredible opportunity.

A man like Sam Bowles has the power
to completely change your life.

You should give him your poems now.

I'm scared.

- What are you scared of?
- Getting published.

Why? Isn't that your greatest dream?

Imagine how good it
would feel to be recognized.

I just...

need a little time.

You don't have time.

Sam isn't going to stay
focused on you for long.

He's got a million things on his mind.
His attention span is short.

Can I at least talk it over with you?

I've already told you what I think.

I don't have time
to go down a rabbit hole with you.

I have to go get ready.

I promised I'd make an appearance
at a ball tonight in Concord,

and, uh, I don't wanna flake.

Hey. Are you okay?

No. I need help.

Me too.

Like...

spiritual help.

Same.

Let's have a séance.

Mm.

Oh, deary.

Thirty-two lost in a shipwreck
off the coast of Norway.

That's a lot of fish food.

How terrible. Let me see.

Mm-mmm.

That's just awful news.

Sometimes I wish we didn't
even get the newspaper

so we wouldn't have to read about every
last shipwreck that happens in the...

Oh. Look at the captain.

Quite a looker, isn't he?

"Captain Thomas Taylor."

My goodness, he is strapping.

That jawline could cut celery.

Celery's a luxury now, you know.

Hmm.

Are you all right, madam?

Yes. I just had an odd sort of twinge.

Sadness, I suppose.

Such a tragic loss.

Maybe he's not dead.

What do you mean?
The ship sank in the storm.

Aye, but his body has not been found.

You know, one time in Ireland,

a drowning seaman telepathically
transmitted his coordinates

to a housewife in Kilkenny.

Got a psychic message, she did,

and don't you know,
she saved the entire crew.

That sounds like Irish nonsense.

Maybe so, but I'd keep
my mind open for a message.

You could be saving a life.

- Want me to scrub your back?
- Mom?

Mom, we need to use the parlor tonight.
It's an emergency.

What do you need it for?

Just to have a few girls over,
talk about our feelings...

- And seek wisdom from the dead.
- Yeah, and that.

- Please?
- Yes, just be quiet.

We have enough of a racket now that your
father brought home those dreadful teens.

It's crazy how young they are.

I know. Think about it. They don't even
remember a time before telegrams.

How the world has changed.

Look at me. I'm taking a lukewarm bath
in the comfort of my own kitchen.

I never thought I'd have it so good.

I call shotgun on the next bath.

Last time, I had to wait
till everyone took theirs already

and the water was disgusting.

Oh, it's already pretty disgusting.

We're gonna need more candles.

This isn't worth it. It's too dangerous.

I already told you. I'm being careful.

I don't want you to worry.

How can I not be worried?

Henry, our lives are at stake.
I don't even know...

Listen...

It's not safe.

I'm sorry to... sorry to intrude.

I was just looking for some candles.

Oh, I don't think
we subscribe to this one.

"The Political Power
of Slave Masters" by Anonymous.

Who's Anonymous?

Henry? Is it you?

I didn't know you were a writer.

No one can know.

Is this your newspaper?

The paper belongs to the people.

So this is what you and Betty
were just arguing about.

No one can know.

I won't tell a soul.

I promise.

Henry, can I ask you something?

All right.

If you could put your name
on what you wrote, would you?

I guess I would.

Who wouldn't?

Oh, great spirits...

I bring to you...

a poem.

I ask you to show me the way.

Tell me, spirits...

if I should open the curtains
and let the light shine on me,

or if I should remain in the dark.

Hi.

We're here. Where's the altar?

Please be responsible
for the energy

that you bring into this home.

Please be responsible for the energy
that you bring into this home.

- Please be responsible for the...
- We get it, Lavinia.

Good vibes only.

- Hi.
- Uh, hi.

I just found these two in the backyard,
lighting matches and chasing crows.

So thought you might want them back home.

Yeah, they're definitely not
supposed to be doing that.

Hey! I am your cousin.

Hattie. Oh, I thought I heard your voice.

- Hi. Is there something that you need?
- Yes. We're having a séance.

- Oh. Another one?
- Yeah.

- Can you stay?
- Why do you want her to stay?

She's a medium.

- I thought she was the maid.
- Okay.

I'm a maid, a medium,
a washerwoman and a seamstress.

I also write plays and autobiographical
sketches, sing in a quartet,

sell my own hair care products and create
a unique line of floral centerpieces.

- Wow.
- I'm just a freelancer.

Well, you're a very powerful clairvoyant,

and I need to commune
with the spirits ASAP.

You were so amazing last time.
We talked to so many ghosts.

Yeah, I don't need to talk
to any more dead white people.

Hattie, please.

- We can pay you.
- Oh.

Well, then, yes. I would love to stay.

Great. You guys should join too.

You know, young women make
the most effective channels,

because they are deeply susceptible
to otherworldly influences.

Emily, they might not be ready.
They're too young. They might get scared.

Mm. Getting scared is the whole point.

Please be responsible for the energy
that you bring into this home.

Palms down.

Let us hum.

Witchcraft was hung in History.

But History and I
Find all the Witchcraft that we need.

Around us, every day.

Tonight, we hold this gathering...

this ritual, this...

- Moon circle.
- Thank you, Vinnie.

As an opportunity to reflect...

to renew, reprogram our consciousness.

I personally have been feeling
a lot of uncertainty recently.

Classic Sagittarius.

And I'm hoping that through
tonight's channeling of energy,

- I will gain a higher clarity.
- Hmm.

And I just hope I don't lactate
through my séance garments.

- Ew.
- So, let us all start

by planting an intention,

like a seed within the earth, that may
one day blossom into a flower of truth.

Oh, and if anyone has jewelry or crystals,
feel free to charge them by the moonlight.

- Jane, isn't that my necklace?
- Abby! Shh.

- Okay, can I start?
- Go for it.

So, first, I want to warn you all

that my energy may be
particularly potent tonight,

as I just got my period.

Oh, my God. Me too. We're synced.

Ideally, by the end of tonight,
we will all be synced.

Mm.

So, this Saturn retrograde has got me
questioning things with Ship.

I mean, I know he's really hot,

and he lives in my house,
and that's convenient,

but I think he may have
the wrong idea about me.

He thinks that it's my dream to become
some obedient housewife, but it's not.

I wanna be free.

I wanna have adventures.

I wanna be like Lola Montez.

- What?
- Who?

Look, I don't even know
if I believe in monogamy.

Why should I have to be with one person,

and one person only,
for the rest of my life?

You won't be if your husband dies, so...

Yes, but it's bigger than that.

- Huh?
- What?

I think marriage is just
a patriarchal system

designed to make women less autonomous.

You become your husband's property.
You have to bear his children.

- You even have to take his name.
- Mm-hmm.

What if I don't want a last name?

What if I just wanna be Vinnie? A symbol.

- Oh, wow.
- Oh.

These are such brave questions.

I learned from the best.

Does anybody else have any intentions?

I'm feeling blessed.
I'm feeling activated.

I'm feeling thankful to the spirits
for this fertile body.

But sometimes it's hard
being a hot young widow.

The time has come for me to finally deal
with my intergenerational trauma.

My intention for tonight

is to tell my dead uncle
that he's being inappropriate.

I'm trying to clear the clutter
from my house,

and I can't decide
what to do with all my swords.

I wanna find out
if I'm allergic to anything.

I wanna make spooky shit
happen and get paid.

- Oh, yes.
- Yeah.

Respectfully.

Tonight, I call upon the spirits
to guide me...

to light my way...

and help me find the path
that I must follow to reach my destiny.

Great spirits, tell me.

Please, tell me.

Should I seek fame?

Is there a spirit present
that can answer us?

What was that?

Goddess, you have the floor.

Ah. So cool that you guys
have an indoor toilet.

Goals, man.

She's right. It doesn't go here.

Where is your wife?

I don't know. She's at some party.

Oh, you let her go without you?

I'm not gonna
keep her from going.

I just don't have
the same appetite for social life.

That's cool. You can
do your own thing, I guess.

Yeah. Sue can go to parties,
and I can stay at home

and feel depressed
about my bad taste in art.

Bad taste?
Dude, that sheep painting is boss.

- Thanks, bro.
- Yeah.

One day,
when my business ventures pay off,

I'm gonna have a big house like this.

With mad paintings of livestock.

IT'S GONNA BE LIKE: Sheeps, boom!
Cows, boom! Oxen, why not?

Framed in gold, frickin' gleaming, man.

And my wife's gonna decorate
the whole joint.

Any idea who that wife will be?

Well, it'll be Vinnie if she says yes.

If she says yes?

I think she will. She's always
been desperate to get married.

I don't really get it.

I'm like, "We're in our 20s.
It's time to settle down."

I don't wanna be that loser
who's 30 and doesn't have a wife.

Plus, these business guys, they just take
you more seriously if you have a wife.

And also, I want kids. Lots of kids.

Yeah, man. I hear you.

You guys been tryin', or...

It's complicated.

When we got married,
Sue wasn't ready, I guess.

And I keep waiting for
the right time to come, but...

I don't know.

What if it never does?

We have our hands full, don't we?

- Yeah.
- These modern women.

Everybody stay centered.

Witchcraft is no joke.

We must honor the ancestors
who passed down their wisdom to us.

The witches of Salem walked
so we could run.

Dark spirits, we await you.

Edward, I had the most
refreshing bath today.

"Captain Thomas Taylor."

Edward. Can you hear that?

Captain, is that you?

Look! Look, look, look,
she's possessed!

She's 1,000% possessed
right now. This is wild!

Oh, my God. A musical medium. This is
how the spirits present themselves.

- There is no other way to explain this.
- Oh, my God.

She's classically trained.
We have the same piano teacher.

She's faking.

- See?
- I'm still not convinced.

You guys, this is...
You have to take this seriously.

I am trying to find the answer
to a question that can change my life.

We're leaving 'cause we're bored.

Rude!

Let us hold hands.

Spirits, we welcome you.

Is that...

Millard Fillmore?

Yeah. It's the ghost
of Lavinia's dead cat.

My familiar.

- A familiar is, like, a pet a witch has.
- Please stop.

Here, kitty, kitty. Here...

You guys, help me.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Oh, my God. Okay, okay.
I'm fine. We're fine.

Captain, if you are still alive
in the waves...

give me your location.

Tell me your latitude,

your longitude.

Sixty.

47 out of 100 degrees north.

Eight.

Four hundred and sixty-eight

out of 1,000 degrees east.

You say something, dear?

No, Edward.

Oh. Mm.

Someone spoke to me.

- Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm.
- What is happening?

- There is a dark energy in the room.
- I'm scared.

No, no, this is good.
This is what we want. Keep focusing.

Oh, God.

- What the...
- Oh, my God. Oh.

What the...

Oh, shit. This is real.

Oh. Oh, shit!

Oh, my God! Spirits!

Show me the light!

- We're scared.
- I'm scared.

Me too.

Everybody stay calm.

Let me find some matches.

Be careful.

Oh, come on. Okay.

Help me.

What do you want from me?

I recognize you. I do. Just...

tell me.

Who are you?

I'm nobody!

Who are you?

Are you - nobody - too?

Why do you keep asking me that?

Am I nobody?

You know, maybe I am.

Then there's a pair of us!

Don't tell! They'd advertise - you know!

How dreary - to be - Somebody!

Sue! Sue, I need to talk to you.

Last night was crazy.

I know.

I think I gotta take a break
from these séances.

- Emily. You look exhausted.
- Sue. I wanna be published.

- You do?
- Yes.

I have to be published, or I'll die.

This is quite a change from yesterday.

I had a vision.

A terrible...

terrible vision of what
it would mean to be anonymous.

I don't want to disappear from this earth
without anybody knowing who I am.

I have this demon in my mind
that keeps trying to stop me,

but I won't let it.

I don't want to be a nobody.

That is exactly what
I have been trying to tell you.

I'm so glad you're seeing this.

I want you to give my poem to Sam Bowles,

to publish in The Springfield Republican.

Why don't you give it to him yourself?

He's right here in the parlor.

- Hi.
- Hi, yourself.

Sam stayed at the inn last night
after the ball in Concord.

You were at the ball?

Oh, I'm at all of the balls.

I'm a baller.

Sam, Emily has something
that she wants to tell you.

Mm.

- I want to be published in your...
- I think I overheard already.

Oh.

It's exciting.

Yes. Yes, I just...
I want to put myself out there.

Great.

It'll go straight to the top of my pile.

To the top of your pile?

Yeah. I'm just super underwater right now.

I've got a lot of submissions
to go through,

but I'm really looking forward
to reading this one.

When will it be published?

Um, if it's accepted, then...

fairly soon.

And when will I know
if it's been accepted?

I'll, um...

I'll keep you posted.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, great.

It's wonderful.