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To this day, I don't
know how she found me.

I was glad to finally find a real home.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Bless us, Dark Lord, for these thy gifts

which we are about to receive
from thy infernal bounty,

through the power of Lucifer Eternal.

Nema.

I swear, the only other person
who liked this as much as you

was my first husband.

And that's why it was
so easy to poison him.

You're not gonna poison me, are you?

Not if you clean your
room, like I asked you to.

You didn't really kill
your first husband, did you?

No.

I killed my first three husbands.

You might as well learn this now.

If something isn't working,

it's best to just cut the cord.

And make sure the insurance
policy's up to date.

That's evil.

Hell yeah.

I'm a devil mama.

She made me
feel happy and protected.

So you can understand

why I gave you her
form and her thoughts.

I need someone to help me

with the monumental task
of remaking this world.

Who better than the one
person I never stopped trusting

or loving?

Your jacket is stained.

So it is.

There's another one in the dresser.

What do you think?

- Hail Satan.
- Not quite.

But I appreciate the sentiment.

Ms. Mead, I do believe you're glowing.

For the first time, I feel
I know my place in the world.

By your side.

What is it?

A powerful presence.

What do you mean? Everyone's dead.

Not anymore.

I don't know what's going on.

Bad news, bitch.

You're back from the dead.

- I'm what?
- Just breathe deeply.

You need time to get your bearings.

Poor dear, to
be raised up and released

from an Identity Spell
at the same moment.

I cannot believe Brock shoved
a knife through my head.

That fucking bastard
better hope he's dead.

Wow. She's by far the weakest among us

and seems to be handling it the best.

People react to spells
in different ways.

I think the perfect
antidote to stoke the blood

and speed up the recovery process

would be a spicy gazpacho Andaluz.

You think the kitchen
here has a spice rack?

Can someone please
tell me what's going on?

What do you mean, Identity Spell?

We placed it on you,
for your protection.

Coco, too.

It kept you from knowing your true self.

Why?

Because you're special, Mallory.

And we need you. We need all of you.

You're on your own with that shit.

I made a billion dollars in TV,

and all I ever did
was straddle the fence.

I'm sure as hell not dumping
that strategy here, sisters.

I haven't promised anything.
I haven't signed anything.

And I'm not here to defeat anyone.

Who cares? As if you
could ever defeat anyone

with that backwards voodoo shit.

How can any of you defeat me,

when I've already won?

You haven't won.

Perhaps you haven't noticed
the state of the world.

It's almost as bad
as your dinner jacket.

But at least the world can be saved.

By you?

- By all of us.
- Hey.

Get the wax out of your
ears. I'm here to watch.

But I'm not.

Just don't let me die again, okay?

It really sucked the first time.

When I'm done,

you'll all wish you were still dead.

I always thought the world
would end with fire and ice,

not witches and warlocks.

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Igneme accende. Igneme accende.

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Ex forma mutata. Summa partes.

Remember, gentlemen,

a spell is much more than
a series of arcane words.

But it is the power you bring

to those words that makes the magic.

Summa partes. Ex forma mutata...

Mr. Banks.

If you ever expect to
rise beyond Level One,

you will arrive on time.

If punctuality is too taxing for you,

join the Magic Castle

and do card tricks with
Neil Patrick Harris.

I'm sorry, sir.

And you forgot your book...

...again.

Now let's see if you've
been practicing your spells,

or just fiddling with your wand.

Ex forma mutata.

Facti sunt figura novi.

Good. Keep going.

Your power is molecular.

Woven into your DNA.

See every atom.

Rearrange them.

Transform them.

Ex forma mutata. Facti sunt figura novi.

Facti sunt figura novi.

Ex forma mutata. Facti sunt figura novi.

Yes!

That's what I'm talking
about, gentlemen.

Mr. Chablis.

We've been summoned.

John Henry Moore.

Something must be grotesquely important

for you to be stinking up my
office with that cancer stick.

I thought you quit.

I quit every week.

You might need one after
you've seen what I've seen.

Please allow our colleagues

to make their own unbiased evaluation.

Ariel. Nobody told us you were coming.

I'll make arrangements
for a celebration tonight.

The students can meet
their Grand Chancellor.

No.

There is something much more pressing.

This was sent to me
by a sympathetic member

of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Does that help with your memory?

I didn't do anything.

Except stab him with five knives.

You were the only one
there, you sick little fuck.

I didn't touch those knives.

You won't find my fingerprints anywhere.

Oh...

Save me.

Need a smoke?

Holy shit.

It's a classic case
of demonic possession.

Ariel, as much as you want him to be,

the boy is not a warlock.

He's not the provocateur. Look at him.

I disagree.

I think it was a-a
manifestation of wild energy.

It was out of control but
full of potency and promise.

Let's just say that you're
right and he was responsible.

Then his magic is dark and volatile,

and we should leave him the fuck alone.

Protection of our kind has become

a matter of life and death.

Warlocks have always been
second-class citizens.

That doesn't mean that
we have to open our doors

to just anyone, especially him.

This school gave us direction.

His power can be harnessed for good.

He could be the one
we've been waiting for.

Remember the prophecy.

You're talking about the Alpha.

The warlock who becomes the Alpha

will have power beyond comprehension.

His magic will exceed
that of the witches.

He could pass the test
of the Seven Wonders.

And supplant their Supreme.

The Alpha will allow us
to take our rightful place

at the top of the hierarchy.

Behold, what do you think?

I think you need to get a
face-to-face with that boy.

Wake up.

There's somebody here to see you.

You're not a lawyer.

I'm a friend.

I don't have any friends.

I think maybe I can help
you, Michael, if you let me.

I saw the tape of your
interview with the detective.

It was impressive.

I'm not with the police
or social services

or any part of the government.

I'm a warlock...

and I think you're one.

A warlock?

Your whole life,

things have occurred around
you that you can't explain.

Maybe it was just a... a
fleeting thought you had.

An impulse. A moment of rage.

But then it happened.

Like magic.

A warlock is someone who
can control that magic.

When that detective was hurting you,

what went through your mind?

- Nothing.
- No.

You were frightened and angry,

so you lashed out the
only way you could.

You made some awful thoughts come true.

I just wanted him to get away.

How did you end up in here?

I was defending someone.

Actually, the only person
who's never betrayed me.

You're not understanding what I want.

I don't want goat meat.
I want a goat's head.

I need it for my incantations.

Lady, I can't sell you that.

Why? Are you only
butchering headless goats?

I'm not giving you the
head for some insane shit.

You're discriminating
against my religious beliefs,

Mr. Butcher Man.

Where's your manager?

I'm gonna talk to your manager.

You are rude.

Don't ever talk to her like that.

Yeah?

Fuck you.

And fuck that batshit crazy bitch.

I never wanted to hurt anyone.

Michael, your life is about to begin.

Time for us to go.

What the hell are you doing?

You said you just wanted to talk to him.

He's innocent of all charges.
I'm taking him with me.

He's not going anywhere.

That was awesome!

He'll probably wet his pants,

but he'll be released
unharmed when we're gone.

Oh, I'm sure he won't feel a thing.

I'm a true believer, Michael.

I'll be here for you. Always.

Hail the new world.

Hail.

Hail the new world.

Boy's gonna make me proud someday.

- This place is underground?
- It wasn't always.

An actual building stood here once.

It was beautiful, with big wooden beams

and giant glass windows
that let you see forever.

Problem was we could see
out, but others could see in.

In 2014, when Miss Cordelia
went on her publicity tour

and outed us to the world,

some locals decided they didn't
want us in their neighborhood.

They threw a little
Molotov cocktail party

and burned everything down.

All that was left standing was
the sculpture from the garden.

So we went underground again.

Literally.

Shall we?

I'd like you all to meet Michael.

Like many of us when we first arrived,

he is not sure that this
is the place for him.

But in the days to come,
we're going to show him that

not only is this the
only place he belongs,

but that he's finally
found his true home.

Now that you've
had time to settle

and you've immersed yourself

in the study of magic here at the coven,

it's time to evaluate
and see where you stand.

Normally, this would happen
at the end of the first year.

Well, I've only been here a month.

Well, seeing your
progress, we feel justified

in accelerating the process.

To begin, each warlock at our school

is assigned a level, one through four,

according to their talents and
the breadth of their powers.

Are you all level fours?

Sadly, you're looking
at a bunch of threes.

Sixes after a few cocktails.

A level four would mean a warlock

that is categorically as
powerful as the female Supreme.

He would be the one we call the Alpha.

We shouldn't burden the boy with theory.

In the history of the
coven, there's never been

a level four warlock.

Let's see if he can pass level one.

Scrying is the ability

to see things in a reflective surface.

Messages, visions, prophecies.

But today, we're not looking
for the next Nostradamus.

All you need to do is to tell us
where we hid a particular book.

- The New...
- The New Adam and Eve.

By Hawthorne.

- First edition.
- Yes.

Well, that'll get some extra credit.

Tremendous.

He was only tasked with telling us

where the book was hidden.

Even you have to admit
that was impressive.

Impressive. And troubling.

Quite simply, he ignored directions.

Salire per spatium.

The ability to transport
yourself instantly

throughout physical space.

Just pick a spot in the
room, envision yourself there,

and make it happen.

What are those things for?

Motivation.

Anything else?

You want me to dust up here?

This final test requires

an understanding not only of magic,

but of nature.

Stiricidium.

Molecules of
water are all around us.

Change the weather inside this room,

and turn the water into snow.

Beautiful!

Wow.

I can't breathe.

Enough!

I'm sorry.

I didn't know that was inside of me.

You're testing your wings.

Once you're fully in
control of your powers,

you'll have the confidence to soar.

Thank you for your spirited
participation, Michael.

You've given us a lot to consider.

Everyone in this room can
do some of what he did.

Not a single one of us can do it all.

He crushed every test,
surpassed all our expectations.

He is the most powerful warlock

I've ever seen, and I've seen a few.

The witches' dominion over us

will soon be a thing of the past.

Are you serious?

He almost killed us.

Can't you see that there is
a malevolence to his magic?

To him?

We should be afraid.

You can't corral the darkness.

Don't be afraid of Michael.

Be afraid of the status quo.

Be afraid to do nothing.

We have an obligation

to our kind, to our future,
to see if he can rise

and lead us to our rightful place.

We can't stop now.

We're at the cusp.

This is the moment
when everything changes.

It might seem easy to
alter the color of a flower,

but the rose is unique.
It resists change.

Why?

Empress Joséphine Bonaparte,

wife of Napoléon and proud witch,

cultivated one of the largest
rose gardens in Europe.

It's said that Joséphine
enchanted her roses

so that the colors she
produced remained fixed

as she wanted them.

Maybe so.

But one thing's certain.

Nothing is immutable

when the will of a
strong woman is applied.

Now...

show me how strong you are.

Watch her.

You really think
she's something special?

I'll let you be the judge.

She has some ability, no question.

Look.

My God.

She claims her grandmother

told her that her bloodline stretches

all the way back to Salem.

What is it?

The Hawthorne School for
Exceptional Young Men.

They called an emergency council.

We're obliged to get
on a plane immediately.

Airline food for lunch when I
made reservations at Galatoires.

It's just too cruel.

Are you sure we couldn't
have made them come to us?

The rules are the rules.

Besides, did we really
want all those men

traipsing around our house?

Let the record show that at
the request of Hawthorne School,

that we have assembled

an emergency meeting of the council.

In order to address what must
surely be a matter of grave

and pressing importance.

Proceed.

Illustrious members,

I want to thank you for coming
and giving us the opportunity

to share with you what we've discovered.

We recently took in a
boy here at the school.

At first, we thought
he was simply one of us,

a warlock who needed
our help and training.

But?

The things he did were extraordinary,

and after conducting the
requisite test of his powers,

we came to the conclusion that
his abilities are so impressive

that they rise to the level of Supreme.

Did you say this was a boy,

as in male?

Ariel,

you actually believe this?

We wouldn't have summoned
the council otherwise.

In all recorded history,

no man has ever approached
the level of Supreme.

Men are simply not equal to women

when it comes to magical ability.

Not to mention everything else.

Testosterone is a known inhibitor.

It impedes access to the ethereal realm.

Frankly, I question your judgment

by calling us here for this.

- You're not even hearing us out.
- There's nothing to hear.

There will never be a male Supreme.

It will simply never happen.

Listen to yourselves.

You say that something hasn't happened,

so therefore it can never happen.

What exactly is it
that you want from us?

We want you to administer
the test of the Seven Wonders.

That is out of the question.

Why?

Because I'd be condemning
this boy to his death.

I lost one of my most
promising witches, Misty Day,

by sanctioning a test before her time.

I won't make that mistake again.

I take care of my own.

At least the ones you care about.

What do you mean by that?

One of your own, who you abandoned,

Queenie.

Of course it's the
black girl you leave behind.

I see you, Ms. Supreme.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

Queenie was missing.

She traveled to Los
Angeles and never came back.

I knew something awful
had happened to her.

Her life force just vanished.

So I went searching for her.

And when I found out she was
trapped in the Hotel Cortez,

I went immediately to bring her back

from that monstrous place.

And I had no illusions
about it being easy.

The Cortez is a place of evil.

A hell mouth.

Damn, I have to take that trick.

I'm so glad I killed you,
the only player worth playing

in this entire establishment.

- How long does this game go on?
- Eternity, my dear.

But not to worry, besides hearts,

I can teach you spades, poker,
blackjack, bridge, rummy.

Ah.

A live one.

Cordelia.

Let's get out of here, Queenie.

Gladly.

You're a plucky one... I admire that...

But as you already know, Queenie,

you can never leave this place.

Fuck you, March. This is Cordelia.

She knows exactly how
to get me out of here.

Shit.

I could hear the souls

screaming in the walls,
desperate for a way out.

I realized then that the
hotel wasn't merely haunted,

but an entryway to all
things dark and satanic...

No!

...where the devil reigns.

Queenie!

We went through every door

and every window,

but we couldn't escape the hotel.

All my spells and incantations

were useless

in that dark realm.

The light from which we draw our power

was extinguished by Satan himself.

I was there for days.

The ghost of March got bored
and finally left us alone.

Cordelia, nothing's ever gonna work.

You should just go back to the coven.

They need you.

I'm sorry, Queenie.

I'm so sorry.

My effort to rescue Queenie

is by far

my greatest failure as Supreme.

But I tried.

And I do care about all of our people.

All of our people.

So I won't throw this boy's life
away on some useless endeavor.

There will be no test.

That is this council's decision.

Why do you get to decide that?

Because I'm the fucking Supreme.

No, you're just a scared bigot.

Scared of what?

Of the Alpha.

Of a man rising to the level of Supreme.

Of an end to ages of female dominance.

I'm telling you, that time has come.

And your time is up.

This council is closed.

The decision is final.

There's nothing more to be said.

Gin.

This is the 56,433rd
hand I've won in a row.

Only amateurs keep score.

What a fascinating specimen.

Alive, yet so intimate with the dead.

Who the hell are you?

My name is Michael Langdon.

And I'm here to do for you
what your Supreme couldn't.

Yeah, right.

Take his hand, Queenie.

And what if I don't want to?

I'm not sure you have a choice.

Be right back.

Solitaire it is.

Come on.

There's one person left to get.

Let's go.

The policy clearly states that
I can return this for any reason

for a full refund.

It's used.

"For any reason." This
thing cooks for shit.

Look for yourself.

Oh! Oh, oh!

Great. Now it's broke.

I want to talk to your manager.

No, no, no. Please
don't call my manager.

Manager! I need a manager over here.

Hey, don't I know you?

- You're an actress.
- I sing a little, too.

I was working on an album
of Celine Dion deep cuts

before all of this, but yeah,
I'm really known for my acting.

- Lindsay Lohan.
- Oh.

No. I'm Madison Montgomery.

Do you have a twin sister?

No, but I have a fucking name tag.

But there were two of you
in The Parent Trap.

- Yeah, how'd they do that?
- Okay, listen up, idiot.

I was the star of multiple TV movies,

and I was up for a very substantial role

in a Mike Myers film, so yeah.

Then why are you working here?

That's not Lindsay Lohan.

Yeah. She's nobody.

Who are you? Huh? You're not
even the star of your own hell.

You're a nameless day player
in my eternal suffering.

Go refold the towels in aisle 14.

No, I just... I just did
that before I came down here.

Go!

Hello, Madison.

You don't belong here.

You're not like the others.

You can tell? Interesting.

I would think most souls
wouldn't have any awareness

in their personal hell.

The confusion
would only add to the suffering.

Well, I've always had
the curse of being right

and knowing more than everyone else,

so I guess me knowing I'm in
hell is ironic or something.

Who are you?

I'm the man who's gonna
get you out of here.

Yeah, right.

What's the catch?

Do I have to blow you or something?

No.

Oh.

Okay.

Well, when we get out
of here, can I anyway?

You're a snack, and I haven't
had a good dicking in forever.

Any dicking, really.

And they intentionally make
sure all the personal massagers

are out of stock, so...

Damn.

A ho even in the afterlife, huh?

Oh...

Get off me, bitch.

Is it really you? I mean,
how did you get here?

- What is all of this?
- Okay, so...

I was dead and stuck
in some haunted hotel

or something, and I swear to God,

had the most boring,
annoying white people since...

since you, and then this dude came,

and he freed me and brought
me down here to get you.

- Why?
- Honestly, I don't know.

I was trying to talk him
out of it the whole way here.

I told him that you
are a stone cold bitch

and that you're exactly
where you belong.

There is work to do.

I need you both.

For our powers?

No.

To prove a point.

Just take me, please.

Okay? Whatever you need, I will do it.

I promise to be so good
if I get another chance.

Now, why would you want to
do something silly like that?

Cordelia.

The car is ready.

Are you all right, dear?

Yes, I'm fine.

The air in here, it's...

The fetid stench of unwashed boy.

Makes Bourbon Street
smell like Chanel No. 5.

I can't bear it another minute.

High time we left these mole people

and returned to civilization.

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