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Previously on Motherland...

The Mycelium
has taken her to heal.

I keep sending it
so that she'll know

that I'm looking for her
and that I'll never give up.

We're in this together.

To get to Raelle,
I need to tap into the Mycelium.

Let's how much
you love her.

She just made you weak.

Prepare the operating room.

Consider yourself
lucky to be making

such a great contribution.

But I know you'll always

be by our side.
We're sisters now.

- How are you here?
- The Mother,

she brought me back.

The Camarilla are searching

- for the First Song, too.
- Tally!

Explain to me just how long

you thought you could
elude us on our own land?

Doesn't look like a jail.

I hope you all enjoy your stay.

Move my address
to the nation till tonight.

Woodlot.
Captain Quartermain, check in.

The breach has occurred.

- Go, go, go!

I do solemnly swear that
I will faithfully execute

the Office of the President
of the United States.

And I will to the best
of my ability preserve,

protect, and defend

the Constitution
of the United States.

Mr. President.

- Thank you.

Congratulations, Mr. President.

Well, thank you.
Let's get to work, shall we?

Mm-hmm.

This will be a closed casket.

I was sure I'd get a sign.

She is all right.

We'll find her.

We just have to trust that if
Alder can come back,

Raelle can, too.

I'm sorry, did you say Alder?

Oh, yeah.

Turns out Alder's alive

and scouring the earth looking
for some kind of First Song.

What's a "First Song?"

I'm not totally sure

but Tally has a piece of it
in her pocket.

You're sure it was Alder and
not someone wearing her face?

- Positive.
- She's different, though.

Anacostia's been
out of contact for too long.

Where are we on combing
the surveillance footage?

Eighty-five percent complete,

still no sign of Captain
Quartemain or Woodlot.

I want fetches placed on every
one of Silver's cabinet members.

One of them must know something.

The Mycelium's being poisoned,

the President
was just assassinated,

my head of
intelligence is AWOL.

I need answers... now!

General Bellweather.

Happy to hear the urgency.

The sooner we find those
responsible

for President Wade's
tragic death, the better.

Sources tell me there's
evidence of the Witchbomb.

It's too soon to tell,

we're still analyzing
the bomb site, Mr. President.

Care to introduce me
to your companions?

I didn't realize we were
getting new uniforms.

Oh, the witches won't be
getting new uniforms.

These people are part of your
new Civilian Oversight.

- My what?
- Yeah. They will be on base

to help reassure
the American people

that things are running
smoothly during the transition.

Meet your personal oversight.
Colonel Jarrett.

Colonel?

I'm always
happy to work with patriots.

Witch or non-witch.

I'm so pleased
to hear you say that.

Come on, Raelle.

Give me something.

Raelle?

¶ Oh, beautiful ¶

¶ For spacious skies ¶

What a night folks, am I right?

¶ For amber waves of grain ¶

So glad you all could make it.

¶ For purple mountain
Majesties ¶

¶ Above the fruited plain ¶

¶ America, America ¶

Our America!

And the dawn will be glorious
upon the earth.

Before we introduce the new
leader of the free world,

let's get to the entertainment.

Our amuse-bouche!

Our first course.

And finally, our savory entree.

I'll give them
something to stare at.

Woo-hoo!

That's not regular glass.

- Yeah. I gathered that.
- Hey, hey.

It's to the death...

- Get up.

- everybody.
- Come on.

And now for
the man of the hour,

the one you've all been
waiting for

the raison d'etre
for this inaugural event,

your new President!

We gotta get out of here.

next time The Marshal
makes his rounds.

You're assuming
there'll be a next time.

Oh, he'll be back.

What does he want, though?

And what was with the goat?

Tally, we're prisoners.
Who cares about the goat?

General Bellweather.
Come in.

You are more than welcome to
join us, Colonel Jarrett,

but I should warn you that
there are frequencies of sound
in here

that could alter
certain organs of yours.

Perhaps you'd prefer to join
my oversight in the hallway?

Would either of you
like a chair?

We'll stand.

Thought
I'd never get right of him.

I know you need to
get off base,

but let me show you
something before you go.

Penelope, dear?

Come say hello.

Hello.

Remarkable.

How-- how did you do this?

May I have a glass of milk?

She was infected with a
different strain of Witchplague,

designed to keep her alive
as a host

so she could spread it
throughout the base.

What the Camarilla
didn't account for

is that it worked
a little too well.

It allowed her to remain alive,

in a sense,

in the atmosphere,
riding the humidity,

fully sentient.

I was able to reconstitute her.

So she's human?

Essentially, and becoming
more so every day.

If we can unveil her soon, we
can move towards

exonerating my daughter's unit.

Oh. We're not there yet,

- as you can see.
- But I'm thirsty!

She still has violent impulses.

Hence the mittens.

But we're learning
to control those,

aren't we, Penelope?

Our work relationship
was getting tense,

both of us always
having to fake it.

It's better this way.

Now we can both be real.

You wanna talk about real?

You killed your own daughter
for this freak-show.

I didn't kill my daughter

That was your beloved
Bellweather unit, wasn't it?

Well...

enjoy the party.

You had a luncheon at the
Governor of Georgia's house.

Penelope was only four,
but it was her idea.

She wanted those
training wheels off.

It only took her
one afternoon to learn

because she was so insistent
that she'd be able to show you

by the time your lunch ended.

I can still see her ride in
circles in the driveway,

calling out,
"Look at me, Daddy."

So now I'm asking you...

look at me.

Blanton,

there are a couple of exarchs

that I would love to
introduce you to

- before you head to your other parties.

- Of course.
- Good.

Yeah.

That's storm and fury.

It felt more like
a baby's cough.

Go to bed!

Whatever that work was,
it hit me hard.

- Same.
- I could barely get out of bed.

Rise and shine, sleepyheads.

Everybody okay?

Y'all have been busy.

Even made the front page
of The Trib.

What?!

President Wade was assassinated?

Killed by something
called the Witchbomb.

Raelle Collar, is it?

Anybody care to tell me
where she is?

Raelle is not
in the United States.

Maybe it was her.

You've been looking for a
sign she's alive, you get one.

You don't believe it?

She wouldn't assassinate
President Wade.

Yeah.
And besides, they're saying

Tally and I were there,
too,

and you know that we weren't.

Yeah, right. Y'all too busy
running around

the Cession blowing up
chemical plants.

Here's the thing...

the Council of the Great River
is interested in meeting you.

That's why I brought you here.

Great. Where are they?

They'll be here after Yule,

after we all eat, drink,
and be merry together.

The goat.

I completely forgot
Yule was coming.

As a gesture of trust,

I'll move the wardings
to the outward grounds.

Let you roam around,
get some fresh air.

Why would you do that?

'Cause I'm a generous man
during the holidays.

Also, I'm gonna need some help
moving that Yule log in.

That thing
gets heavier every year.

Need a refill.

- I don't trust him.
- We don't have a choice.

He's the only one who can tell
the Council we're innocent.

The Council may be more
concerned with the fact

that we're on
their land illegally.

They should be concerned that
the Camarilla are here.

You spent more time in the
Cession than the two of us.

What do you think?

From what I remember
and from what Raelle's told me,

the Council is known to be fair.

So we just need to
make them believe us,

make them our allies.

Good luck with that.

You have a better idea?

Maybe.

Once a terrorist,
always a terrorist.

Well, that was
an embarrassing intro.

Sounds like you haven't found
your voice yet, Albie.

Or maybe you're just going
through puberty again?

It's merely work in progress,
which I'll harness soon enough.

Hmm, let's hope so.

It would be a shame if
you mutilated yourself

just to be embarrassed by
a bunch of...

little girls again.

That won't happen.

Oh, such confidence.

Hmm.

Mom and Dad would be proud.

Actually, I take that back.

Mom and Dad would
probably be horrified,

just like they were with all
your other little experiments.

Hmm.

Whatever did happen to all

the dogs in our neighborhood?

Anyway, the company...

is starting to think that
your time with us

is coming to an end,

wasting money on
your pet projects.

I'm sure you'll
prove them wrong,

won't you?

What the...

Bigger storm.

I'm ready.
I'll go say goodbye to Adil.

Thank you for keeping this.

Where are you taking Khalida?

She'll be safe with
the other stewards,

once I find them all.

Look, I know you have this
mission, but stay here.

I mean, meet the Council
and you can

help explain everything to them.

I can't do that.

At least tell me how the Song
heals the world and will--

will it heal Raelle, too?

I'm sorry, Tally Craven.

I don't know.

That's the first time
you said my name.

Tell me something. Please.

We must trust the Mother.

You don't seem
surprised to see me.

Oh, I knew that the esteemed
General Alder would never go off

and do something as
pedestrian as dying.

I'm sorry to hear about
your Biddies, though.

They all made great sacrifices

and I appreciate that you
shared that working with me

almost 400 years ago.

Well, great work
runs its course.

Like great witches.

Which is just a word
they call us.

I assume you're here
for the little one?

And this.

Oh, Elayne.

A song was stolen from
one of your people.

Well, plenty of things have
been stolen from my people.

This is of an
even older lineage,

and I need to find
its rightful steward.

Their life is in danger.

Will you help me?

Do you know whose song this is?

We just searched half the
Cession trying to find you.

And now you're
leaving with Alder?

I don't expect you
to understand,

but I do expect you
to honor my decision.

I always honor your decisions.

But we're family,
us and Abigail.

And my leaving
doesn't change that.

Please trust that
I know what's best.

We will see each other again.

If you need me
or you're in danger...

use this.

I don't think we should tell
Nicte that Alder was here.

Agree.

- Tal?
- Hmm?

- Did you hear me?
- Yeah, fine. We won't tell her.

Are you okay?

My Sight needs to get better.

I need to see further, see more.

If I can see Rae, then...

Mom.

Oh, thank Goddess you're okay.

- President Wade was assassinated.
- I'm aware.

Silver's in charge?
What is going on?

What--how could this happen?

We need to do something.
We need to fight back.

Oh, that's exactly what
I plan to do.

Thank you.

Glad to refresh as needed.

Oh, we knew the president
was in danger,

so Izadora created a golem

and we allowed the
assassination to take place.

And thanks to
M's strategic timing

and excellent work
under pressure,

they were able to sub the golem
for me before the explosion.

Just doing my job, ma'am.

Hmm.

Wait, where's Raelle?

- Dead.
- She's not dead!

She's healing.

In the Mycelium.

Probably dead.

Excuse me, but who are you?

Hi. I'm Louise.

I'm the chef in this joint.

How convenient.

Perhaps you should get back
to the kitchen, Louise.

I hear a timer going off.

General Bellweather.

The plan for all of you is to
stay here with President Wade,

under the protection of
The Marshal and M,

and meet with the Council
when they arrive.

We'll need their support
for what's ahead.

Hopefully soon,
all of you can come back.

Speaking of people coming back,
we--we have to tell her.

Tell me what?

Alder. She's back.

Oh.
I will have that refill now.

What do you mean back?
Where?

She's off with Khalida
looking for the First Song.

An all-powerful song that will

change the world as we know it.

The takeaway here is that

she doesn't want
her old job back.

Okay. Well, speaking of jobs,

I have to get back
to Fort Salem.

Wait, you aren't
staying for Yule?

I wish I could, but I've been
gone too long already.

Everything's going to be okay.

Let President Wade
do the talking with the Council.

It's perfect timing.
I need a sous.

If I ever hear you say that
Raelle's dead again,

you'll be the one
to end up in a grave.

Hm. I like when you're angry.

You're stronger.

This isn't anger, Nicte.

This is love.

And you're too lonely
and miserable

to even tell the difference.

- Noodin! You're alive.

How do you know my name?

The Marshal told me
where to find you.

I thought maybe I was too late,

but it appears you've
handled things on your own.

You know these people?

Why are they trying to kill me?

Because you're a steward
of the First Song.

What are you talking about?

Your family's song was stolen
from you many years ago,

when you were only a child.

I've come to return it.

Please, listen.

I know this song.

It's been so long.

It's yours.

And the time will come soon
for you to sing it once more.

They tried to cut out my throat.

That's why I'm here.

I'll take you somewhere safe.

Otherwise, they will come back
until they succeed.

There's no time to waste.

I had a feeling
you could whittle.

Hmm. I'm a quick learner.

Hmm. There.

That's your sigil.
Do you see anything?

What's he supposed to see?

It's a game we played as kids,

trying to see "visions" of our
futures in the Smoke-Veil.

My mom used to laugh when

I always said
I saw new sneakers.

Forget visions.

I'm gonna need everybody's help.

I don't know if it'll work,
but it's worth a try.

It's for Raelle.

On this,
the longest night of Winter,

we offer up
a heartbeat to Earth,

to bring forth new life.

May darkness bring light.
May cold bring warmth.

May death bring life.

Is something supposed to happen?

The Yule Song is powerful,

but I've never seen it
used like this before.

It's cold.
Let's go back to the fire.

I just need a minute alone.

Please.

Show me that you're out there.

Scylla...

Happy Yule!

I'm happy for them.

Wish I could contact my family.

I've got four beautiful
grandchildren that I adore.

This is gonna be their
first Christmas without me.

Just gonna have to buy 'em
double the presents next year.

I bet you're
pretty handy with that.

I'd be happy to show you later.

¶ Yeah. Hey, hey ¶

¶ Get it on me.
If you want it ¶

¶ Baby, get on it... ¶

Mistletoe. It's for--

I know what it's for.

¶ You know I want it ¶

¶ So, come on get it ¶

¶ Before I can change my mind ¶

¶ Get it on me ¶

¶ If you want it. Hey! ¶

Whoo!

¶ Get on this love of mine ¶

Wow. I mean, look at you.

You've been holding out
on me all this time.

I had to wait for
the right moment.

Hmm.

You know, after seeing my mom,

- I've been thinking about family.
- Mm-hmm.

And the whole
"union of earth and sky" thing.

Mm-hmm.

I don't know what if it's about

what Dwight and Shelby
were discussing?

- Vests?
- No dummy. Offsprings.

I don't know.

But I wouldn't mind
testing out that theory.

Well, slow down, Witchdaddy.

Let's worry about
clearing our names

and achieving world peace first.

- Deal?
- Deal.

¶ Woo, ha, ha, woo
Ha, ha, woo ¶

¶ Why don't you try?
You might like it ¶

Food was delicious.

They could really use your
skills over at Fort Salem.

I have a feeling I won't be

invited back there anytime soon.

I'm sorry about
what I said in the kitchen.

It was cruel.

No. No, you're right.

I am miserable.

It's worse on Yule.

Why is that?

My mom dodged
when I was five

and left me with my grandma.

The crankiest witch
you have ever met.

She told me that if my mom

was ever gonna come back,
it'll be on Yule.

And that all I had to do
was sing the Yule song

until the sun came up.

I always fell asleep.

It's the longest night of the
year, what kid wouldn't, right?

Did she ever come back?

No.

Raelle's lucky to have you.

Hmm, bed time.

Faster I fall I asleep,

the faster
this day will be over.

Hey, Nicte?

Thank you
for joining in the song.

Sure, Baby Spree.

¶ For now it is over ¶

Go for it.

I can already see that you like it.

Okay, Super-Seer extraordinaire.

Hmm. Hardly.

There is a lot going on right
now that I didn't see coming.

Yeah.
That makes two of us.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm in-between worlds

without belonging
to any of them.

Hmm.

Sounds familiar.

When I conscripted,

there wasn't a clear place
for someone like me.

I had to choose.

it was either weapons-building
with the men

or Basic with the women.

And neither I was the right fit.

That must have been so hard.

Honestly...

it was kind of traumatic.

I always knew that one day,
I'd have to choose

but it didn't make that day
any easier when it came.

M, I am so sorry that you
had to go through that.

It got better.

Alder noticed me.

She urged me to go
for War College.

And eventually,
I became a Coven leader,

I met good witches.

They see me for who I am.

I see you
for who you are, Tally.

You're the one true constant.
And you can count on yourself.

And you got us.

I'll toast to that.

¶ Doomsday is close at hand ¶

¶ I'll book the marching band ¶

¶ To play as you speak ¶

I love you.

And I'll never lose hope.

¶ I'll feel like throwin' up ¶

¶ You'll sit and stare like
A damn machine ¶

¶ I'd like to plan out
My part in this ¶

¶ But you're such
A narcissist ¶

¶ You'll probably
Do it next week ¶

¶ I don't get a choice
In the matter ¶

¶ Why would I?
It's only the death of me ¶

¶ Only the death of me ¶

Rae?

You're alive!

Rae! Raelle!

Rae, stop!

Oh, my God.

I saw her!

What? Who?

Raelle!

Tally, look at me.It's okay.

There was nothing left.

What are you talking about?

I think she might end the world.

This is inhuman.

Yeah. Even some
of these monsters

are having a hard time
watching it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey.

We're gonna get out of this.
Stay calm, okay?

- Remember your training.
- Yeah.

Now, we have
a very special treat for you.

Something I've been
wanting to see
for quite a while.

Army versus Spree!

We don't need to fight.

We can make our own plan.

Plan is you die and we live.

Make sure the mics
in the cube are hot.

This Spree work
is something special.

No!

Not so fast, soldier.

Stop!

Okay. You're gonna be okay.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

We stand here today,
bearing witness yet again

to a wickedness that is
plaguing this world,

a wickedness that cannot be
contained or bargained with...

a wickedness that knows
no compromise

and requires
forceful retaliation.

I stood back when
they murdered my daughter,

because President Wade
asked me to.

This great country
cannot thrive

while the decay of witches

is allowed to run rampant
in our midst. Now...

This isn't a eulogy,
it's an inaugural speech.

That beast.

I will guide our great
nation towards a new world...

- We gotta go.
- "Go"? Where?

It's not safe for me here.

My mother said you'd meet
the Council with us.

Plans changed. You cannot tell
anybody that you saw me here.

Not even the Council.

The Council needs to know
that you're alive.

I'm putting the words back up.
More to keep things out.

- Are you serious?
- You did not.

Soldiers, stand down.

The patient hunter spends most
of his time in the blind.

...is now. And the time
to fight is now.

On my word, I will bring the
binds of this Salem Accord

and I will lead these great
United States

towards a better world.

Free from the sin
and corruption of witches.

And together, we will silence

their songs
of murder and chaos...

forever.