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[woman]
Previously on Motherland...

[man] Today Vice President
Silver's family

will not soon forget.

This young woman
is of the blood.

Goddess knows
how many more are out there.

We need to get to them
before the Camarilla does.

They don't know how

but this force protects us
when we're threatened.

So you'll continue
testing Raelle.

You will die!

I would like to offer you
something very rare.

An opportunity to resume
your life as it was.

[panting]

[groans]

[man grunts]

Do you see a person there?

It's her.

She's real!
[gasps]

[birds chirping]

[Alder] I thought we were
in agreement.

This order is ready
for you to sign.

We need to open
test centers now.

[Wade] Asking all young woman
of conscription age

to report for testing

is not gonna be popular.

We know that there are
more witches out there...

like your daughter.

That they need to be kept safe.

She's not gonna be safer
in the Army!

Mr. Vice President,
your daughter's proven

to be a witch.

It is the duty of every witch

to report for military service.

She's no exception.

This isn't right.

And the President has assured me

she won't be signing
any such order.

Is this true?

If I sign this there
will be a public outcry

They need to be identified
and protected.

I'm not sure I can turn
the nation upside down

without hard evidence...

[Biddies mutter and growl]

[indistinct whisper]

We have the bodies to prove it,
Madame President.

I'm not sure, Blanton.

The more I think about it

these young women have no idea
what's coming...

no idea what's coming after them.

Madame President,
with all due respect...

New witches must be protected.

[growling noises]

[theme music playing]

Next time you learn
some new weather,

a heads-up before
you unleash it would be great.

It was a reflex action.

I learned it last week.

In Weatherwork.

I hate that we're
on separate tracks now.

It's supposed to make us
better soldiers.

Try wetter soldiers.

My Sight was a mess today, too.

I just can't stop thinking
about that redacted soldier

from the photo.

Maybe she messed up.

Just because something's
need to know

doesn't mean it's a mystery.

How's witchbomb testing?

Izadora wants me to try
and sing Seeds

to make it go off
without me having to die, so...

Don't knock the process.

You've got the opportunity
to do something completely new.

Make your own name for yourself.

That's huge.

I can't even speak
one full sentence

in Mothertongue, you know?

And that's basic
war college stuff.

So whatever's happening
with me, it's...

If you say "advanced"

I'm gonna throw a waterspout
at you again.

You got this.

You did that on purpose?

[Abigail chuckles]

[whispers] Who's the old lady?

Then old lady is the Imperatrix.

The Matriarch of the Imperative

Not only am I responsible
for the growth

and continuation
of witch bloodlines,

I can flatten you to pulp
with any number of Workings

before you knew
what had hit you.

You must be our Outcross.

The Fixer
with the rebellious streak.

What's an "outcross'?

Means your mom crossed lines
with a civilian.

Are you our Matrifocal daughter?

Yes, Ma'am.

- Matriarch...
- Matriarch.

Yes, Matriarch. Sorry.

Eager to please, and guileless.

Very on-point
for your upbringing.

And our Bellweather.

Our North star.

The envy of War College.

I highly doubt that.

Modesty is beneath you.

Avoid it. Completely.

So, why am I here,
blessing you with my presence?

Because today,
the Matrimonial Season begins.

[girls whisper and gasp]

Tomorrow night, you will attend
the Paragon Reception

in Bellweather Hall.

This is when you'll start
narrowing down your choices

of the men who will be a part
of furthering your line.

Dress uniforms, ladies,

and no lipstick, please.

So cloying.

[excited whispers]

[bell chiming]

Pardon the colloquialism,

but you Bellweathers are
at the end of the line, Petra.

Abigail had better take
this process seriously.

Fewer witches are being born,

and we're facing a new threat.

Abigail will come around.

It's in her blood.

And we have found
one new bloodline.

We may find more
with the testing...

More Outcrossed lines,

which I suppose
have their place.

But they're no replacement
for the power of purity.

Perhaps, the Imperative
should reflect upon the fact

that it lost track of these
bloodlines, to begin with.

Witches are as powerful
as they are

because of the Imperative

- Your duty...
- I know my duty.

The Imperative serves an
important purpose, Matriarch,

but know your place.

I will not stand here while
you impugn my authority

to appease your ego.

I don't report to you.

Now, leave my office.

The arrogance of that woman...

That's the danger
of having no one but yourself

to answer to.

How goes our hunt
for the Camarilla?

I've got operatives in the field

tryna figure out how they got
to the rest of my line

before we even knew
they existed.

Has The Hague gotten back to you

on the Plague samples we sent?

Not yet,

but everybody's being
cooperative for once.

You're very good
at getting people

to see things your way.

Good day, General.

[singing a Seed]

[pants]

That's basically
every Seed I know.

Why won't it do anything?

Her, not it.

Show some respect.

To the mushroom?

She has certain
fungal properties, yes.

The truth is,

I've been studying Her
for many years,

And I still know so little.

She's ancient.

She responds to stimuli,
especially to threats.

You do not want to be
the target of Her enmity.

Or the bearer of it?

You're more than just
a conduit for Her.

She chose to form
a symbiosis with you

[inhales]

It's late.

I'll see you here
tomorrow evening.

This thing you gave me,

I don't want.

Can't even use.

[scoffs]

Abigail would love it.

But you gave it to me.

Why?

[sighs]

Why is it that I have to die
for you to do anything?

[Mycelium sizzles]

Izadora?

[singing a Seed]

It's a Death-Cap.

Is that what you want?

That seed?

[sighs]

[singing the Seed]

[gasping for air]

- [high pitched noise]
- [gasping and groaning]

[rattling sound]

[gasping for air]

[high-pitched noise
getting louder]

[noise stops]

[gasping]

Are you all right?

Yeah.

[panting]

I think I got Her attention.

The integrity of your line

is one of my greatest triumphs.

All of the traits that mark
a Bellweather are present

- in you.
- I'm more than just traits.

I've worked hard.

Skills help us win the battle,

but breeding lets us
win the war, dear.

We're stronger, over time,
for it.

And you want me
to handfast with...

Gregorio Shellbark?

Pass.

You are so like your mother

She also had her flighty side.

Petra Bellweather? Flighty?

At the end of the day,

I at least got her to narrow
the field to the three men

that we chose to father you.

Then extend me
the same courtesy.

The Earthquake boy.

How do you...

I have eyes and ears everywhere.

A Bellweather being
handfasted to someone

who's not even in the military.

How did you think that would go?

Your timetable
will be accelerated

And what does that mean, exactly

Your handfasting will take place

at the end of this year.

Did it taste weird?

Yes, Tally, it tasted weird.

Now so does everything else.

But you got cleared for duty.

Clean bill of health.

They're running the sound
I made against the seeds

in the library to see
if anyone's made it

on record before.

So you're a top-secret
military experiment.

And she's reliving Alder's
greatest battles.

And me, though, I don't even
get to choose

who the father of my
children is going to be.

Well, does it help anything
that neither of us

can do what we've been doing
on purpose?

A little.

Yeah.

[bell chimes]

Oh, shoot.
See you later.

[holding a note]

[struggling out of breath]

[sighs]

I'm never going to be able
to do this

General Alder needs to pick
a different poster child

for the Test Center opening.

You're so close.
You had the note,

but you're not singing
with your throat.

That's the opposite
of what we're taught in choir.

I don't know what
it's supposed to feel like.

Yes, you do.

You've done it before.

OK, sing what you sang
in church.

Find the Seed in the song.

I saw the video.
You were terrific.

Yeah, until I melted the priceless
stained-glass windows

with Satan's high C.

I saw my dad's face change.

He went from encouraging me

to looking at me like

he didn't know me.

My mom and I
have always been close.

I had a dispensation
from the Army,

but I answered the call anyway.

She was furious.

Why did you join?

To serve.

To be a part of something
bigger than myself.

You can't do this
if you hate who you are.

You did it before.

Memories are powerful.

[sighs]

Remember how it felt then,

how the music carried you.

[sings]

[holds the note]

[her voice becomes distant]

Holy shit.

I feel so bad
for the Vice-President.

And for it to happen at church.

His daughter's in the Army now,
learning how to kill.

[scoffing]
I guess, it's good thing

the Army doesn't kill
normal people.

Those Spree do, though.

Isn't the Army
fighting the Spree?

Sure, in Bangladesh or wherever.

But what about
keeping us safe at home?

The Spree is going after
our American institutions.

Our malls. Ball fields.
Restaurants.

We gotta go out.

Can't just hide in our basements

until the witches stop fighting.

We don't even know who
they are and aren't anymore.

Yeah, Amelia, you get it.

I had to tell Brianna
that she can't play

with her friend Tiffany anymore.

They found out she's a witch

How?

Our friend said
they had some kind of test.

[knock on door]

Excuse me.

Speak of the devil.

Jack, hi!

We were just talking about you.

- Sorry to interrupt.
- [Shane] No bother at all.

Um, Bonny...

Didn't I see that guy
at the bar the other night?

Ah, yeah, that's Jack Orsatti.

We met him at our first vigil.

He helps organize.

He's been a real Godsend to us.

Giving Shane an outlet
for his frustrations.

Well, at least Shane
doesn't have to worry

about your girl
being a witch, right?

[scoffs]

I don't know what we'd do
if we wound up with a Tiffany.

Should we?

Can I top you?

Bonnie said Jack pays them
to attend the vigils, too.

Stir things up.

So if anybody's a link
to a Camarilla higher-up,

it's this guy.

It's amazing what you can learn

when you're laying it on
so thick, Amelia.

Meaning?

Revealing that you clocked
Orsatti at the bar

was too much.

Amelia is awfully attentive,
isn't she?

All I'm saying is just
sometimes, subtle is better.

If you have an issue
with my method

I'm used to working alone.

That's my issue...

Not anymore.

[sighing] Right.

Orsatti's leaving.

You want me run him
off the road, Justine?

Just drive.

[engine starts]

I'm not quite sure
what to do with you two.

Tally, as a Merry-Begot,
our traditions are new to you.

I'm a quick study.

Admirable.

As for you...

you are something
of a delightful mystery.

From a Fixer-heavy line,

but now augmented.

Perhaps, there's opportunity
for an Outcross

to bloom after all.

I'm not interested
in handfasting...

or men.

But you are still required

to fulfill your obligations.

Your mother
did not handfast properly.

I suggest you not follow
in her footsteps.

Rae...

My mother was a damn war hero.

And I will make
my own arrangements.

- Just like she did.
- Rae.

[speaking in Mothertongue]

[speaking in Mothertongue]

[inhales]

Where did that come from?

[whispers] I have no idea.

Workings allow for combat
at a distance.

But we're not just fighting
witches anymore.

You need to learn how
to defeat your adversaries

without Work.

That means close-up combat

and practical defense.

Take her down, Shellbark

Bellweather, fight him back.

[Shellbark grunting]

Are you mad at me?

I'm mad because of you.

Come at me, Camarilla.

Nothing personal.

[both grunting]

Switch.

M, what the hell?

[panting]

Did I get you by accident?

It isn't my blood.

The blade's clean, Tally.

[knock on door]

You asked to see me?

[loud voices]

[voices suddenly stop]

The sound you made is composed
of thousands of layered voices,

one on top of the other.

I've never heard anything
so complex before.

Or beautiful.

Well, how can I make so many
voices if I only have the one?

The vocal and ventricular
folds have changed.

The epiglottis
and epiglottal fold...

They're mycelial threads.

The Mycelium has colonized
her larynx.

[stuttering] Hol... Hold on.
It-it did what?

Your update mentioned that
you are now able

to effortlessly speak
Mothertongue, yes?

[speaking Mothertongue]

I'd like you to try singing
to Her one more time.

Last time I did,
she jumped down my throat.

Please, Raelle.

We need every soldier,

every weapon for what's coming.

You know what
they're capable of.

[exhales]

[exhales]

[singing one note]

[more voices join in]

[singing a higher note]

She's big.

In the Tarim, her gift
transmuted organic matter.

And now, with control,
it broke down inorganic matter.

Do you think
you can do it again?

Can't believe you're gonna miss
the reception tonight.

Yeah, that's the only good
thing about my weapons test.

I don't even really know
what I'm doing yet.

You'll be fine.
Where's the test?

No idea. Like they'd
tell me that.

[sighs] At least you have
something

that sets you apart
other than your womb.

Maybe I'll skip, too.

Oh, you can. Remember?

Cadets need to get busy
finding men and making babies.

You don't sound particularly
rah, rah, rah about it.

Maybe I've decided
I want more for myself.

Mmm. Do tell.

Do you ever feel like you're
living somebody else's life

instead of your own?

Yeah. That's going around.

[scoffs]

OK. Maybe, you two
just need to enjoy yourselves

with some pretty boys,
and stop worrying

about everything else
for the night.

Have a few drinks on me.

Why stop at a few?

[exhales]

This is the fourth school
Orsatti's been to today.

It's time we find out why.

Wait. He's seen you.

He's seen you, too.

I can manage.

Besides, you were a base brat.

And I know my way
around these places

Just be careful.

You don't trust me?

I don't trust the situation.

We're in this together.

[high-pitched noise]

[high-pitched noise
getting louder]

[high-pitched noise]

[Orsatti] I take it
that one was negative?

We might get more positives

as we move into the older
groups next month.

Since kids' ears develop
as they get older.

Let me know if you get
any more hits?

I heard you nearly sent
Gregorio to the fixers.

He had it coming.

Hey,

you wanna talk about it?

Not really, no.

I'll just admire the art,
then, too.

[sighs]
Jem seems quite formidable.

Yeah, so formidable that
we've been standing

in her shadow ever since.

She stopped a battle cold
with a Working

that no one had seen before,

and no witch has been able
to successfully repeat.

Though, to be fair, it's been
under lock and key

since before my grandma's time.

Goddess forbid
anyone try to outdo Jem.

Well, there's nothing wrong
with revering one's elders,

especially if they've passed.

Being defined by them
is something else entirely.

Well, that's kind of the basis
of tradition. No one's in it.

Don't you think
tradition's gotten you

in enough trouble already?

Your tribe just laid down
and died

instead of fighting
the Camarilla.

My tribe...

was ambushed
and murdered, Abigail.

And you of all people know
how the Camarilla operate.

I do.

I do, and the way to fight them

it isn't through
observing tradition,

by playing nice
and making babies

that'll grow up into soldiers,

or by waiting for the enemy
to come close enough

for hand-to-hand.

If Jem made a Working
that could stop a battle,

then maybe it's time
for another Bellweather

to build a Working.

One that can end the war.

I haven't seen a combat charm
like that in a while.

Was it your mother's?

Yes, Ma'am.

She left it for me when she
deployed for the last time.

It's a silly superstition,
anyway...

But I guess, I'm just nervous.

Nerves can be good.

They keep you on edge.

But you're not heading
into battle tonight, Cadet.

With all due respect,

I'm not sure
what I'm heading into.

With a bit of luck,
the history books.

[Tally]
Where have you been?

And why aren't you
in your Blues?

I'm not going.

I just stopped by
to wish you good luck.

Abigail, you promised
you'd come along

so I wouldn't
have to do it alone?

You're gonna do great.

Something important's come up.

- Can I come help?
- No.

I have to do this myself.

Tell everyone I said, "hi".

Also, don't tell anyone
what I'm doing.

Well, you haven't told me,

so it shouldn't be that hard.

[sighs]

[woman shouting in the distance]

[rain patters]

Where are we?

On a part of Base where
we don't have to worry

about prying eyes.

Raelle...

We can't have you
holding anything back

Has anyone else ever been able
to do what I can?

[storm rumbles]

New Work is exceedingly rare.

But what you can do...

[whispers] I've never seen
anything like it.

Good.

No pressure, then.

General, we're ready for you.

He must be making a drop.

I wonder how many schools the Camarilla
are running that test in?

I wouldn't be surprised
if it's nation-wide.

It seem like it's been
going on for a while.

Which explains how they found
the lost Bellweathers.

How do they know
that tone does what it does?

The Camarilla's been hunting
witches for centuries.

If they figured out
how to steal our voices,

it's not that much
of a larger leap

that they know
how our ears work, too.

You will sit here
and chat all night

or should I go see
what he's doing?

Just wait, it...

[high-pitched sound]

[grunts]

[high-pitched sound
getting louder]

Who are you?

Wanna know
who we are, Camarilla?

[man groans]

[speaking Mothertongue]

[Anacostia grunts]

Thanks.

We're in this together, right?

[sighs]

The paragon reception,
in all its glory.

- Mm.
- You ready?

Well, it's just you, me,
and the Imperatrix,

planning our futures.

No pressure.

Don't worry. I got your back.

[sighs]

Let's go find someone
worthy of the Craven name.

General Sharma,
thank you for joining us.

General Alder.

I have a meeting in Brussels
tomorrow with General Amis,

as I'm sure you're aware.

Perhaps you'll have
something additional

to discuss with her
after this demonstration.

Mr. Vice President,

this is a pleasant surprise.

I was expecting President Wade.
No offense.

She wanted to be here
but she's come down

with some sort of a nasty bug.

Then I hope you'll have
good news to bring back, as well.

You ready, Cadet?

Ready as I can be, right?

[quietly] Here we go.

[singing low note]

[more voices join in]

[voices getting louder
and higher]

My great-grandfather's
third cousin

was Lieutenant Perdida Tinning.

Sorry, who?

She was the first witch

to employ the Balkan Composition

in the Battle of the Urals?

We read about her
in fourth grade.

She's mentioned in the textbook.

Um, we read different books
in NorCal...

[Nicte crying] They're killing
themselves.

You stole my Work.

[Alder]
Sergeant Batan!

It had to be done.

You know that.

They already surrendered.

Your heart is black, Sarah.

Nicte!

[gasping]

[gasping]

What happened?

Alder's memories...

This one...

This one was so much worse
than the others.

What was it about?

Death.

A lot of death.

And Alder and that
Redacted Soldier.

Her name is Nicte.

They were both
in the middle of all of it.

Tell me about your night.
Please.

[scoffs] I...

I blew up a shitload of stuff

in front of the Vice President

and brass from The Hague.

Wow.

Sorry...

Um, hey, did...

Did Bells not come home
last night?

She had that much fun
at the reception, huh?

[chuckles]

She didn't come.

[storm rumbling outside]

[sky rumbles]

Abigail.

[making low sound]

Abigail!

What did you do?

[grunts]

[coughing]

[gasping for air]

[theme music playing]