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We are the Spree.

Hey. Your daddy let me in.

-Did you have school?
-I had a half day.

Here. Um, there's
a little extra there.

I know you're off
to Salem tomorrow, God bless.

Yes, ma'am. Permanent government
vacation till I'm old and grey,
if I make it that long.

Well, I just want you
to know how grateful we are

for what you do,
for the sacrifice you make.

-Truly.
-Thanks.

-You can come on through.
-Oh, right. Yeah.

-It got worse.
-We'll fix you up.

With me now.

Ask,
and it shall be given you.

Seek, and ye shall find.

Knock, and it shall
be opened unto you.

For every one
that asketh receiveth,

and he that seeketh findeth...

And to him that knocketh
it shall be opened.

For thine is the kingdom,
the power and the glory,

forever and ever.

Thank you.

It's cold. You should
come back to the bag.

Can we say goodbye again?

I can't see you again
after I take the oath.

Remember?
We talked about it.

Come on, we can be subtle.

-Paul.
-I need to see you.

This can't be
the last time--

Listen to me.

This is when you go
to college,

find a girl, get married,
everything nice and good.

This is when I go grind our
great nation's enemies
into dust.

Go.

I should take off.

And don't walk into traffic.

... a cowardly
attack on Conscription Day.

Let's go back
to the scene right now.

Here's what we know.
Sixteen hundred people

are dead today,
the result of an unknown bomber
who may have fled the scene.

This is obviously...

...what happened
today redefines

"suicide bomb" in a way that
shocks me to the marrow.

The ruthlessness of this attack
has all the earmarks
of the Spree.

Not to mention the timing,
on Conscription Day,

when so many of our bravest
are called up...

You know what?
This is abusive. Turn that off.

I give up.
Cook your own goodbye dinner,

'cause you're in such a hurry
to get yourself killed.

Mom, I'm sorry.

I have given this
so much careful thought.

I want to help.
I want to do something good.

Have you ever thought that maybe
I want to get away from here?

Will you imagine for two seconds
what it was like for me
to lose my sisters--

Mom, I can't do this again.

I spoke to the attorney.

When the call comes,
just don't say the words.

That's all we have
to do right now.

Tally, Tally!

What did you tell Paul,
the poor thing?

I sent him on his way
with a little oomph.

You better save some oomph
for War College.

Gotta get
through basic first.

Don't even joke about that.

You're not gonna let this
family down either, correct?

No, ma'am.

Because the first Bellweather to
serve in this Army was a slave.

-She deserves better.
-Yes, ma'am.

You... are her wildest dream,
understood?

This is breaking news.

A terrifying attack
on Conscription Day.

-The Spree?
-The Army has set up
a perimeter.

We do not know if this is an
act of terrorism. No one
has claimed responsibility.

It certainly has
all the hallmarks--

And when you say the affected,
that means anyone

in audible range
of the balloon's popping noise?

Correct.
The Spree are using sound here

to carry and spread the curse
to the general public.

The Spree are a radical
militant organization,

whose stateless army
wreaks havoc--

Any minute now, huh?

Yeah, pretty much.

This... was your mama's,

and her mama's before her.

Going back and back, passed
down through the generations.

Supposed to wear it in combat.

Keep you safe.

I can't lose you too.

Please do not say the words.

If you say the words,
they've got you.

Tally. Do you know how hard
I worked to get you out
of the lottery of death?

Tally. Tally, Tally!

Tally! Tally!
You're smarter than this! Tally!

I, Tally Craven,
do solemnly pledge

to protect and defend
the United States of America
against all enemies...

...foreign or domestic.
I will faithfully serve
and obey the rules and articles

for the government
of the Army...

...of the United States,
all secrets keep,

all lawful commands
willingly perform as dictated
by the Salem Accord.

-Have a great flight.
-Thank you.

Next, please.

-Hello.
-Hi.

Oh...

Hi. Welcome.

-I will be happy to help you.
-Thanks.

Okay. We do have a flight
to Boston boarding in 11 minutes
and it is fully booked,

but I'm sure someone will
happily surrender their seat
under the circumstances.

-Tell you what,
I'll walk you over there.
-I'm on the Boston flight.

This young lady can have my
seat. Thank you for your
service to our country.

She's a witch.

She won't need
a return flight.

Thank you.

-You're very brave.
-I haven't done anything yet.

-I am General Sarah Alder.

Welcome to Fort Salem.

It is a solemn day.

Much like the day,
327 years ago,

when I made a deal with
the Massachusetts Bay Militia.

My terms were simple:

honor me,

make a place for me and my kind
and we will win your wars.

That was before
we were even America.

-All of you
have answered the call.

Just like your mothers
and their mothers before them.

You are the daughters
of ancient lines.
You are called to greatness.

You have bravely pledged
to serve and defend
this great country.

I assure you,
dark days await us.

We live in a time of ancient
hatred and emerging threats.

The Spree are ruthless
and savage.

We will need all of you
to meet what's coming.

And we will meet it
with storm and fury.

You are among your own kind now.

Take comfort in it.

Find strength in it.

A blessing on all of you,
a blessing on this place,

-this witch's place.

Oh, hi. Hi. Hi.

Welcome to all-suites
Circe Barracks,
the finest on the base.

I am Drill Sergeant
Anacostia Quartermaine.

My job is to keep you alive
through basic

so the Military High Council
can determine if you go on
to War College.

Or not.

Starting this year,
you will rise or fall as units.

That means how anyone in your
unit performs during basic

is how everyone in your unit
performs during basic.

Your job is
to be effective soldiers,

displaying at all times
those most military of virtues.

Suite numbers on the back
of your medals.

Go, meet the rest of your units.

Now, ladies!

-You must be Raelle!
-Hi.

I'm Tally Craven,

and this is Abigail Bellweather.

Sounds like we're going
all the way together.

Onward to glory, soldiers.

Well, rah, rah, rah.
Sounds like a poster.

I assure you,
the sentiment is sincere.

Bellweather, huh?
Sounds familiar.

Army's crawling
with Bellweathers.

I'm good with lower or upper.

No way is that
gonna pass inspection.

Cross that bridge, I guess.

-Where are you from?
-Chippewa Cession,
near Carolina.

Lookin' pretty pale
for Chippewa Cession.

My family was there
before it was the Cession.
Where are you from?

-New York and Annapolis.
-How can you be
from two places?

-We summer in Maryland,
by the water.
-We summer where we winter.

Me too.

I'm from Norcal.
Sacramento.

I grew up
on a matrifocal compound,

so it's really far
from the city.

-A what compound?
-Matrifocal.

No dudes, like, ever.

Ever.

But lots of heirloom avocado
growing conscientious objectors,

weavers, knitters, midwives...

I'm sorry, I'm still
on the "no dudes" part.

So like are you a virgin?

Oh.

Let me see your mark.

It changes when you
have sex for the first time.

-It gets better, shinier.
- Oh.

-The way it catches the light.
- Where's yours?

Literally an inch
from my vagina,

so maybe when we get
to know each other better.

But is it... is it shiny?

My mom lost
four sisters to combat.

When she turned 18,
they gave her dispensation.

She didn't have to serve.

The Army said that our line
had become unduly depleted.

She reopened the case
to get one for me.

And then I ruined
her life by coming.

You came when you
didn't have to?

That's some heroic stuff,
Private Craven.

I... I guess I felt
like I did have to come,

-I mean given
the state of the world.
-The Spree.

Every attack
is worse than the last.

I couldn't just watch
while innocent people die.

-I couldn't...
- You did
the right thing.

This was the smallest draft
in years.

We need everybody.

Who have you lost?

Aunts,
so many cousins,

both grandmothers died
in their 50s.

One in the air
when her salva ran out,

and the other rotting in a tent
crawling with plague rats.

What about you, Raelle?

My mom died in a firefight
in Liberia last year.

On a beach.

The sand turned
to glass around her and they
had to crack her out.

What was left of her.

She died an honorable death.

I think my mom was tired
when she died.

And scared.
And used up.

I think she wanted
to come home.

For those who dwell
in the earth.

For those who gave their lives.

For those, we remember.

Sounds like a freight train.

Who knew wind can cut rock?

Wouldn't mind learning
to do that.

Yeah, well, with my luck, I'll
wind up a medic like my mom.

Didn't work out
so well for her.

Shouldn't you be in training?

Shouldn't you?

Medals.

Hand over your medals.

Where are you two
supposed to be exactly?

-I was looking
for the infirmary.
-Me too.

Yeah, the
infirmary is right by the PX.

How'd you get over here?

You two have seven minutes
to find your drill sergeants
to discuss your demerits.

And they already know.

They were loads of fun.

Yeah, I hear
they do birthday parties.

-Walk you back?
-I'm Scylla.

I'm Raelle.

Medal.

-First week?
-Sorry.

Are you?

Do you know what happens
to soldiers who shit
the bed in basic?

War meat, Private.

Front line disposable
war sausage

in some of the
worst places on Earth.

Officers die just
as good as enlisted.

Seems like you don't
want to be here.

It's not just you
your bad behavior affects.

Makes me look bad,
your unit takes a hit every time
you do this type of thing.

They see everything.

Take some advice.

Pretend you're not yourself
for one minute and listen.

There's a Bellweather
in your unit.

I'm guessing Abigail is a lot.
The gifted ones always are.

Yeah, I got it.

There's more four-stars
in her line than any other.

Ride it all the way
to War College.

You'll live longer.
Trust me on that.

This came for you today,
from your father.

Stop blowing it.

Daily rankings?

Wouldn't want us to get too
competitive or anything.

This isn't gonna go like this.

Where were you today?
We were worried.

-Didn't feel good.
-Oh, no. Anything I can do?

Doubt it. Your mom ever tell
you anything about Greenville?

Last spring? Seem to remember
my mom saying it was a mess.

They're all a mess.
She said Greenville
was no different.

Interesting.

We had training all day.
None of this is elective.

-Your absence was noted.
-Call the commander-in-chief.

Look, I know this
is a lot for you.

- Guys?
-But it is just the beginning.

Please?
Let's all take a breath.

Look, this is not a vacation,
Tally!

It's life and death out there!

-You think I don't know that?
-Then act like it.

We're supposed to have
each other's backs.

I will not have you holding me
back, or Tally for that matter.

- Hey!
- ...another
attack from the Spree,

this time in the North Atlantic
where all passengers

on a commercial cruise liner
have jumped
to their deaths today.

As with the mall attack,
the Spree have
claimed responsibility.

Why would you come
if you didn't have to?

How can you ask that
after this week?

Malls, cruise ships,
where does it end?

-Maybe they have a point.
-Who? The Spree?

-Conscription is slavery
by another name.
-Oh, come on!

You get to travel the world,
do something great,
protect the innocent.

None of that's real.

It's a grind out there.
That's all it is.

I mean, I plan to get deployed
early, get blown to bits,
end of story.

It's so much more than that.
Like Alder said--

Now you're gonna
start quoting her?

I get that she's controversial.

No! No witch in history
has more blood on her hands!

Part of what she said
is agenda-less and true.

That Fort Salem
is a witch's place.

It's the only place
where it's just us.

I mean, how beautiful is that?

Ready!

Ha!

The Spree prey on
the ideologically vulnerable.

They say they want
to dismantle the global
military industrial complex,

liberating the witches
around the world who fight
their nation's wars.

They call the system tyranny,
slavery,

but all this is a distraction
from their true aim.

The Spree has no great leader,
no field army.

They're composed
of parallel hierarchies,

clandestine cell systems

designed to collapse
under scrutiny.

How can we fight them
if we can't even tell
who's one of them?

Like Alder said,
with storm and fury.

They will appear normal
in every way, and maybe even
are normal in many ways,

except... for being agents
of the end.

How is it even possible
that I got mud in my butt?

We all have mud
in our butts, Tally.

-I think I'm gonna puke.
-Again?

-Is the ground spinning?

Technically, yes.

I think that
might have been a joke.

-What? I'm funny.

-Yeah, like a puppy funeral.

Hey, guys, I'm gonna
be there in a few.

Yeah, okay.

So how come you get to skip out
on all the fun, huh?

I'm necro.
We work with the dead.

They keep us away
from the general populace.

Well, lucky you.

-Come with me.
-Um, I'm all gross.

No, you're not.

-Live a little.
-Okay.

-Where are you taking me?
-You'll see.

Tie the other end
to your foot.

-I don't know...
-Sh...

-What's this?
-Salva. Government issue.

It's how they do combat drops.

What were you thinking?

We need to get you both
to the infirmary.

Where'd you get the salva?

Do you have any idea
how dangerous that was?

I'm surprised
you're not dead.

Nice work. You drew that
mess off a civilian?

Yes, ma'am.
Mama taught me how.

You might be
a great medic someday.

I'll come check on you
in a bit.

I don't know what your game is,
but my eyes are on you.

Stay away from her.

Far away.

As if your life depended on it.

-Does this mean we're through?
- Nearly.

You may be able
to course correct,
but I can't promise anything.

You okay?

She'll see you now.

Abigail.
What a pleasure.

I just saw your mom
in Prince Frederick.

She drank all
the milk punch as usual.

What's going on?
What's on your mind?

So many questions,
sit down.

Thank you for seeing me.

You look troubled, child.
Talk.

-There's a girl in my unit.
-Uh-oh. Here we go.

-Attack of the shitbird.
-What's her story?

Seems to have some kind
of front-lines, blaze of glory,

death-wish nonsense
knocking around in her head.

She can't make the sounds,
she can't sing the songs.

To be candid, I begin to wonder
whether this girl has
the work in her at all.

As you know,
we move up as units.

It's possible that her
attitude could keep me
from attending War College.

I had one too,
in the early days.

A real big,
fat shit-turkey, this one.

No technique, this wretch,
couldn't sing a storm
to save her life.

Hardly call her
a witch, really.

I want to be reassigned.

That soldier I was
telling you about
saved my life a dozen times.

Gibraltar, Tripoli,
Solomon Islands.

That soldier once dropped
into the eye

of a class five hurricane
to rescue a couple kids
trapped in a grain silo.

While lacking certain
hereditary advantages that
you and I are both blessed with,

while having the audacity
to be born of an undistinguished
line of combat medics,

that shitbird happens to be
the finest soldier I've known.

Selfless...

...brave...

...loyal beyond measure.

Your request is denied.

This is on you, Private.

You bring that girl round
till she's right.

You're lucky I don't call
your mother about this.

Get out of my sight.

Ladies, remember
your voices are your weapons.

It is imperative
that the entirety
of your vocal apparatus,

from frontal sinus to larynx,
must remain functional

and sound producing
at all times.

Inability to vocalize
can render a soldier powerless.

We dropped into
Liberia last night under
the cover of a monsoon.

But they knew we were coming.

The Spree's militia sings
some evil song at us,

day and night,
and now we can't get out.

I pray this is not your
experience when you are called.

I blame our fearless leader.

She has endangered us
needlessly
on numerous occasions,

most critically
this last drop.

She's done this to us,

her high haughtiness,
General Petra Bellweather.

-Shouldn't you be
in bed, cousin?
-I'm not your cousin.

Aren't we all cousins, cousin?

Well, I mean I'm
no illustrious Bellweather.

What's that supposed to mean?

Daughter of American
greatness herself!

Backbone of democracy.

Your mom was the C.O.
on my mom's last tour.

You're blaming my mom for that?
Soldiers die all the time.

That's the job!

Is she pompous like you?

Was your mom a useless
shitbird like you?

Break it up.

Abigail went to Alder
to request reassignment.

This is so bad.

-When?
-Today.

I just heard you
tried to bail.

-It's not you.
-Oh, I know.

But you were still willing
to throw me away.

She's holding you back too.

I heard your request
was denied.

Yeah, denied
is an understatement.

You're both weak.

Raelle in her avoidance
of responsibility,

and you in your contempt
and superiority.

I'm the one who should walk.

So that was
your big plan, then?

Just ruin your chances
for War College,

get deployed too soon, and get
blown up on the front lines

because you suck so bad.

Die young, waste all
that youth and beauty...

...and fury.

Yeah, kinda like that,
but faster.

Your plan was hot garbage.

Even if it worked,
it's winning by losing.

Yeah, well, I hate to break it
to you, beautiful, because
there's no way out.

I know a way.

Tell me.

Let them train you.

Let them make you powerful.

The way over is under.

Okay.

The way out is... is in.

Find your units, everyone.

We'll pick up where we left off
with choral sequences.

In the lower register
of Seed Sound 32,

the seed of reversal,
one at a time.

Very good, Private Collar.
That seed is a beast to master.
Maintain it.

Well done.

Did you see how the older
officers were clucking about us?

"We haven't heard harmonics
like that in decades."

We're special,
you guys!

I need more tea.

That was incredible
in Vocal today.

I'm very sorry
about your mom.

Whether my mom had anything
to do with it I can't say.

But I do know that she cares
about her company more
than she does herself.

We got off to a bad start.

Can't have helped.

I'm sorry, really.

I accept your apology
and I look forward

to continuing to find ways
to be an efficient unit.

But we don't
have to be friends.

Abigail's in the shower.
We have seven minutes.

Lucky us. Have you noticed she
says her own name in her sleep?

She tried to ditch us.

What, are you surprised?

What's that?

That is, um...

That's my mom's combat charm.

My dad gave it to me.

It's a bowerbird's foot.

They love anything blue.

It's been in our family
for generations.

Passed from
mother to daughter.

It's supposed
to keep you safe in war.

I wanted to ask him...
was she wearing it?

How come it didn't
work for her?

But I didn't.

Because I try to be nice,
sometimes.