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Previously
on Motherland:

Any child born of a witch

shall be held a witch

and shall deliver herself bodily
to Fort Salem

for training
in the military arts.

The Sprees are ruthless
and savage. We will need all
of you to meet what's coming.

We had training all day.
None of this is elective.
Your absence was noted.

-Call the commander-in-chief.
-Awfully nice to meet
your girlfriend, Raelle.

Is she saying girlfriend?

-I love this day.
-Best day of the year.

Second best.

I suddenly look weird.
And not in a good way.

Stop fidgeting.
You look fine.

-General Alder.
- Witchfather.

-Welcome back to Fort Salem.
-It's good to be home.

Men! Front and center!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Whoo! Whoo! Yeah!

On me.

They do like
to peacock and strut.

Close your mouth.

-Hey, Bells.
-All right, Buttonwood.

Good to see you.

-Gerit Buttonwood.

We grew up together.

Rough room. Ten minutes.

You need some you time
in the suite, Tally?

Very funny.

-Red!
- Correct.

Good start.

When you identify one,
shout it out.

You're competing as units.

-It's blue.
- No. Next!

That taste in your mouth?
It's failure.

Mother's milk to a Swythe,
I'm told.

Reminder! You are using Seed 37,
the Seed of Revealing.

Moffett, if I can hear you,
you're doing it wrong.

37 is below the range
of human hearing.

The Seed and your breath
will activate your Scry.

After that,
it is in your brains, ladies.

Hold the image of the target
in your mind.

I'm trying to see
what's behind the barrel,

but all I'm getting
is the ground.

Concentrate, Moffett.

This is amazing!

I'm pretty sure my Scry
is broken.

I'm 100 percent certain
that it is not.

Tally, what's the next one?

Do we want to give
someone else a chance?

-No.
-No.

Black. Yellow. Green.

-Orange.
-How are you doing that?

I don't know. I just... am.

Can anyone tell me why Craven
is excelling right now?

Because she saw the men
and got all charged up.

-That...

That is correct, Swythe.

There is going to be a lot of...

...energy around here
for the next few days.
All the way through Beltane.

Take the energy,
channel it into the work.

It will make you better,
stronger.

Nice work, Craven.

Nice and high.

Whoa! There's something wrong
with this one.

Oh, my God! Get out of the pool!

We are the Spree.

Total ice,
like Antarctica ice.

Some were stuck
under the water when it froze.

Do a person's lungs explode?

Concentrate!

Simms! Buck up!

-You're in
the United States Army!

Will you cry every time
the Spree attack?

You are here to crush them.

We have to be just as strong

and focused as our enemies.
Hm?

Fall out!

Playing field, ten minutes!

You sure you don't want
to stick around for this?

-Yeah, I got training in five.
-Okay.

-But I'll come find you after.
-Okay, sounds good.

-Where's Alder?
-The Council called
an emergency session.

She's on her way
to The Hague.

Good afternoon, ladies.

I'm Lieutenant Sergeant
and Junior Matrimonialist

Berryessa Tansey.

This is the kickoff to Beltane,

a chance to unwind and connect,

a chance to rediscover
our shared history.

I know you're all shaken
by news of these latest attacks.

These are trying times,
but I am here to tell you

that the way to get past it,
the way we steel ourselves
for the fight to come,

is through the rituals
and workings of Beltane.

The official start
of the festivities

is "Mead and Greet"
at Memorial Hall,

where you're encouraged
to mingle with your
male counterparts,

getting to know as many
of them as possible.

You should know that the
strength of Beltane lies
in participation,

in whatever way you see fit.

How's this for participation?

You in, Raelle?

Yeah, what the hell.

Sorry.

Oh!

-Tally, you okay?
-I think I just
got flirted with.

-My little girl's grown up.
- Hey, heads up!

Where'd you learn to play?

Chippewa Cession. You?

Nowhere you've ever heard of.

You're a lot better at this than
you are at picking girlfriends.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

-What was that about?
-I have no idea.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

My flight hit
a little rough weather.

Do I have one of you
to thank for that?

Hello, Scylla. Long time.

Porter.
What are you doing here?

I got tired of running.

So when the call came,
I said the words.

Seemed like
the right thing to do.

Good for you.

The real question
is what are you doing here?

-Same. It felt like
my duty to...
-Come on.

You may have the Army fooled,
but I know who you are,
remember?

After my parents were killed,
things change.

So no, you don't
actually know who I am.

I never got a chance to tell you
how sorry I was about that.

They were good people.

But that's what happens
when your girlfriend
just disappears.

You don't get to tell her all
the things you wanted to say.

Right. Well,
people change, Porter.

I hope that's true.

-Ms. Bellweather.

Slake your thirst
with some mead?

How did you know?

Thank you.
What's your name?

-Clive Garland.
-And what's his name?

That's my friend,
Agustín Alcala.

Clive, do you think you
could rescue your friend

from that sea hag
and bring him over here?

I'm at your service.
I'll be right back.

Good attitude.
I can work with that.

-Just go talk to him already.
-And say what?

"Hi, I'm Tally, complete virgin
and hot for any part of you
that's available?"

-How about just "hi."

Look, it doesn't matter
what you say.

Let him do
all the heavy lifting.

She's right.

Ladies.
Are you enjoying yourselves?

Very much so.
Thank you, Witchfather.

-Good.
-Do you have time to have
a drink with us, Witchfather?

Oh, Ms. Bellweather.
You remind me of your mother.
Shameless.

Oh, I take that
as a compliment, sir.

Shame is for civilians.

You're asking us
to commit troops on the promise
of finding one cell?

Our embassy was taken out
by a plague bomb that
no one's used in 50 years.

Two hundred thirty-three dead,
91 injured.

The numbers fail to express
the horror of what happened.

They died in the most
painful ways you can imagine.

The Spree are escalating.

But now is not the time
for any rash

or indiscriminate action.

When we have verifiable intel,
America will spearhead
an operation

-and cut the head off the snake.
-Like you spearheaded
the raid in Kiev?

General Sharma, you object?
Again.

What I object to is your
presumption of leadership

and authority in matters that
concern all of us equally.

What's gonna happen?
Just say hi.

Abigail Bellweather,
Agustín Alcala.

-Mm.
-Mm.

Come on.

Only Abigail.

-Tal, I'll be back.
-What's going on?

Give me a second.

What was that shit
at the game about?

Sorry. That was about me
lashing out at the wrong person.

I'm Porter, by the way.

Who was the right person?

Scylla Ramshorn.

We have a history.

I saw you two together
and I reacted like a jerk.

It won't happen again.

Well, what kind of history?

Did you guys go to school
together or something?

She hasn't told you
anything, has she?

Nothing about her childhood
or her parents?

Look, do yourself a favor.

Don't get too attached.

General Alder, there is another
matter that needs our attention.

What is it, Sarah?

I know this sound.

It's in my blood.

Enough.

A small, nomadic sect of witches

was recently discovered
in a desert region
near our border with China.

As you could hear, they
possess profoundly rare Seeds.

Several nations have
offered them asylum
in exchange for the sounds,

but they have no interest
in becoming militarized.

-Why not respect their wishes?
-Russia would be happy
to let them live in peace,

but China has made two hostile
attempts to...

Unfortunate that China is not
here to speak for themselves.

It is unfortunate.
Because of China's actions,

this tribe's very existence
is being threatened.

Already there are reports
of children and elderly
dying from hunger and disease.

-Hello, Tally Craven.
-You know my name?

After the game,
I asked around about you.

Plotting your revenge?

Pretty sure we were
even there by the end.

-So I hear you're from Norcal.

Is that where you learned how
to throw a shoulder like that?

Oh, yeah. It's pretty
tough on those compounds.

Lots of jostling for space
at the pottery wheel.

Do you remember
your first Beltane?

What was his name? Grofton.

-Grafton. Channing Grafton.
-Grafton.

You'd think I would
remember that.

I was a hungry little thing,
crawling all over the guy.

I think you ripped his pants
off from the back,

-like just tore them in half.
-Shit. I did do that.

Surely I'm not alone
in thinking these sounds

might be a powerful weapon
in our war with the Spree?

General Alder,
please tell me that we will
be mounting an operation

to retrieve
these people from...

Absolutely not.

Any incursion
into the region will spark

a conflict
between Russia and China.

I am asking all of you,
stand down.

I would agree
with the general,
if I thought that she intended

to stand down herself.

General Sharma...

Goddess protect.

Something is wrong with Alder.

I didn't know that the
Biddies ever fought in combat.

Formidable, right?
Complete heroines.

They never leave Alder's side.

Can you
imagine their sacrifice?
It's humbling.

I think about it a lot.

I don't think
I could be that strong.

Sure you could.
Everyone knows women
are stronger than men.

You're not wrong,

thought you may be laying it on
a little thick.

I don't get why you're
so impressed. The whole
Biddy thing is creepy.

You're wrong.

It's an incredible honor
to be called,

to be chosen out of thousands

to stand with General Alder
in that way?

They should be revered.

Yeah, well, I've never really
been big on revering things.

Sergeant Quartermain has found
a candidate.
She awaits our return.

I wonder where Abigail is.

Uh-uh. Hands
behind your head, soldier.

How did you
know to do that?

I read about it
in Reveille.

The Army magazine?
You read that?

That was May Craven,

my mother's namesake,

who fought with Alder
at Appomattox.

Only you now?

Yeah.

That's why my mom
didn't want me to enlist.

My cousin
had a dispensation.

But when her eighteenth came,
she said the words,
just like you.

She's the bravest person
that I've ever known.

You remind me a lot of her.

Did she fall in combat?

Still throwing shoulders
and kicking ass.

You did the right thing when
you answered the call, Tally.

Never doubt it.

Raelle, you coming?

I'll catch up.

-Miss me?
-Yeah. Always.

-Is your family on this thing?
-No.

My family history
is complicated.

You know, there's more
to the place than
this family bullshit.

Come on.

It was here,
at the Battle of Juarez,

during the Second Mexican War,
that the Swythe family
really came into our own.

This was the day
that Madeline Swythe

led a brave company of witches
in singing up a storm

that changed
the course of the war.

The battle had raged for days.

*But after a disastrous,
and poorly led infantry charge

threw the American
forces into chaos,

Madeline led her sisters
to the top of a hill

and called down the fury
of the heavens on the enemy,

scattering them
and securing the victory.

- Lies.
-Here we go.

The same lies that
the Swythes have been telling
about this battle

for the past two centuries.

That stops now.

It is true that Madeline Swythe
helped to sing a storm that day.

But she is not
the heroine of Juarez.

What is it about these two?
I love it when they get going.
It's like watching opera.

Try growing up around them.
The appeal doesn't last.

Far from being...

What is it you called it, Libba?

Disastrous and poorly led?

The infantry charge
was a brilliantly
planned and executed maneuver

designed to provide a cover
for Madeline and her blasters.

And that charge was led by none
other than Jem Bellweather.

She and her company
held the line,

hopelessly outnumbered
while the storm gathered.

In the end,
it was only Jem left standing.

But she never faltered.

She held back the enemy,
single-handedly,

until the storm
swept over the valley.

Jem Bellweather,
the Lioness of Juarez,

was torn apart by the same winds
that crushed our enemies.

She sacrificed herself
without a second thought

because that
is what a soldier does.

That's...
what a Bellweather does.

Can't they see that it took
both of them to win the battle?

No, they can't.

Since birth,
200 years of poison

and resentment
poured down their ears.

I think I'm going
to like this one.

I know people
have always hated and feared us,

but to look this
kind of evil in the face...

Well, the burning
times are over, right?

Are they?

I mean, look at this place.

So many sick ways to kill us
and maim us

and grind us into dust.

Does something like that
ever really go away?

Your ex is here.

I didn't realize
you had met him.

I did. And he said
some weird things to me.

-What's going on, Scyl?
-You don't need
to worry about him.

No, you don't get
to duck this one.

You either tell me
what's going on,
or I'm leaving.

All right. Well, not here.

-So was Porter a Dodger?
-Yeah, and his parents too.

We were all part
of this loose network,

moving from place to place,
staying with different families.

-In hiding?
-Yeah.

So your parents
were Dodgers.

I just, I don't
get why you feel

like you have
to keep that a secret.

It's not like it's
shameful or anything.

I mean, no more than
having a civilian father.

-But it is illegal.
-Right.

And when the military tried
to arrest my parents,

the whole thing went south,
and they were both killed.

I don't even know what to say,
Scylla. I'm so sorry.

That was when
I decided to enlist.

Try to beat them
at their own game,

maybe get some measure
of justice for my parents.

I wanna help you.

But that stuff
that Porter said...

If I do get the urge to run,
I'll take you with me.

-I am thrilled for you, Devon.

You should be so proud
of what you're doing.

I don't even know
what to say.

I've dreamt
of this for years.

How soon?

Now.

Now, now?

Is there anything
I need to bring?

We have everything
you'll need.

- Hello?

Porter. What the hell?

I need to talk to you.

-And I need you to stop
spooking my girlfriend.
-I don't care about her.

-I care about what
you're doing here.
-Why? I told you already.

I want the truth.

Because the things you
used to say, the things you did,

that person doesn't
end up in the Army.

That's the kind of person
who ends up filling

a balloon with hate.

Porter, just because I've
always challenged the system

doesn't mean I'm a terrorist.

That's not who I am.

And it hurts that you
would think that.

Hey, hey.

I am filled
with unbearable sadness.

- Come on. Show me.
- As soon as it's ready.

Patience, Craven.

Okay, watch this.

-Did you just summon an owl?

Bird languages
are kind of a hobby of mine.

-Wow.
-He says he likes your hair.

You're an idiot.

For you.

It's beautiful.

Okay, I know that it's part
of your job to be charming
and wonderful.

And you're very...
very good at it.

But am I being an idiot
thinking that there's
something more here?

Tally, I'm not meant
to be spending all my time
with one person,

-anymore than you are.
-I know.

But I've been
with you all day,

and I couldn't
be happier about it.

So I'm just supposed
to trust you?

Enjoy Beltane for me, sisters.

I hope that you know

that your sacrifice
will never be forgotten.

It's no sacrifice at all.

And it's been my
very great privilege

to serve.

Sleep now, my daughter.

-Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Help!
Somebody help!

Please! Oh, my God!

Oh, God!

Stay with me, please.

You're okay.

Ask
and it shall be given to you.

Seek, and ye shall find.

Knock, and it shall be
opened unto you.

Please...

Please, somebody help!

Oh! Ask and it shall be...

Knock, and it shall
be opened unto you.

I'm sorry.