- What the Heaven happened to her? - Where's her Aunt Hilda?
The dormitory.
[gasps]
Let's go. Let's go in there.
[Harvey] Ms. Spellman!
You have to help her!
Go! Put her there on the bed.
Dear Satan, I haven't patched Ambrose up yet.
Erm...
Okay. Okay. Thank Lucifer she's not bleeding as much as her cousin.
Okay, the arrows, I'm gonna have to leave it in
until I can get Ambrose on the mend.
Hey. Tell me what happened, mortal.
She was in the air, floating,
Her eyes were white.
She did all these crazy things, and then...
and then she collapsed,
like the... the light had gone out from her.
None of what you're saying makes any sense.
I'm just telling you what I saw.
She slaughtered two angels.
And brought us back from the dead.
Sabrina was like unto a God.
[choking]
[Hilda] I don't...
What did the Hunters do to you,
that your gashes won't heal, despite the clotting spell? [sobs]
[groans]
- [Sabrina] I can help. - Huh?
What...
[coughs]
Ambrose.
Ambrose, listen to me.
You're okay.
Your heart's strong.
Your body is healing itself.
[wheezes]
Your wounds are stitching themselves shut.
You're gonna be just fine.
[Hilda gasps]
He's healed. I...
Wait. How can that be?
[all murmuring]
You need to go, farm boy.
- I'm not leaving, Nick, not until... - Nick's right, Harvey.
It's not safe for mortals at the Academy.
The more witches that know you were here, the more dangerous it'll be for you.
- Sabrina. - I'll walk you out.
[Sabrina] What'd you see, Harvey?
You looked like Dark Phoenix from the X-Men.
Are you seriously talking to me about comic books right now?
Jean Grey was this really powerful mutant.
And... when she was on the verge of death...
something saved her.
This, like, cosmic entity made up of pure energy called the Phoenix Force.
'Brina, when you were floating,
you didn't even look like yourself.
What was that?
I...
I don't know, but I'm fine now.
Really. I will... I will see you at school tomorrow.
Okay. And thank you...
for coming after me.
And catching me.
You're always there to catch me.
[insects chirping]
[yowls]
[purring]
I don't know how or why I came back, Salem.
[sighs] But there has to be a reason.
There's always a reason.
- [purring] - [knock at door]
[Nick] Sabrina, it's me.
Nick?
Sabrina, I hate that I wasn't with you,
in the church when it all went down.
- You couldn't have been. Otherwise, you... - Otherwise, I'd have been there...
to be the one to...
catch you.
You heard that.
Yeah.
But I'm here now.
For whatever you need.
This is uncharted territory, Nick.
Do you think you can handle it?
What are warlock boyfriends for?
[Ambrose] How are you doing, cousin?
Considering everything that happened last night?
Me? Oh.
You know, I'm fine.
But how are you feeling?
Emotionally.
You healed me.
I'm not complaining, but, erm...
we're...
we're just worried about you.
[Hilda] You're not a healer, my love.
You... You've never been a healer.
Or maybe I've always been a healer and just didn't know it.
I don't... I don't know that it works like that. Is such a thing possible?
I'm not sure. That's one of the questions I'm gonna ask Ms. Wardwell.
She knows about these things.
Oh, no. You really need to stay here today, my darling.
Something happened, to all of us, a trauma.
We have to batten down the hatches until Aunt Zelda gets back from her honeymoon.
My execution day, you mean.
There's no way that's happening, Ambrose.
You were instrumental in defending the school from the witch-hunters.
- You'll be pardoned, for sure. - By Father Blackwood?
- I highly doubt that, Sabrina. - Can't someone testify on your behalf?
A witness. One of the Judas Boys.
The only ones that know the truth are myself, Blackwood,
and poor, dead Leviathan, who is in the trash at Dorian's.
All right, look, I have made quite a spread.
And I think we throw a blanket down on the parlor floor,
- sit by the fire and have a picnic, yeah? - Hm.
It's raining cats and dogs out there.
Nice weather for ducks, not for witches.
- Maybe it'll clear up... - Well...
[thunder rumbling]
[high-pitched ringing]
[rainfall stops]
[birdsong]
...and turn out to be a beautiful day.
Does she control the weather now?
[school bell rings]
Hi, Mrs. Meeks. Do you know where Ms. Wardwell is?
Principal Wardwell should return tomorrow.
- Poor thing. - Oh, is she okay?
Oh, yes. She just ate something that didn't agree with her.
Okay. Well, I guess I'll have to research this myself.
[Ms. Wardwell] You did this to me.
Made me weak, Adam.
A grieving widow. [scoffs]
But I owe you my gratitude.
I was getting very comfortable in this woman's flesh suit.
I needed to be reminded of who...
and what I truly am.
[fire roars]
Time to birth...
a monster.
Harvey told us about what happened
with... the... the witch-hunters.
[Roz] That was a witch-hunter I saw.
In my vision, when I called you.
[Sabrina] It was.
Roz, you saved my life.
Harvey said you healed your cousin's wounds just by touching him.
Is that true?
I did.
Well...
will you heal me, then?
My eyes?
Uh...
I... I thought you didn't want that.
I didn't, but yesterday, when Harvey went to check on you,
my dad came home and started talking about sending me to a school for blind people.
- No. - And I'm scared...
that if I go there, I'll never come back.
I can try. I can try something.
Will you use a spell?
No.
I don't need spells.
Not anymore.
Do we need to go somewhere special to do it?
[Sabrina] Lock the door so no one comes in.
It's locked.
[high-pitched ringing sound]
[water rushing]
[high-pitched ringing sound]
[water quietens]
Okay. Do you hear that?
Okay. Now, all you gotta do
is wash your eyes out.
Harvey?
You're here, right?
I'm here.
[Theo] I'm gonna help you.
Ready, Roz?
[echoing splash]
[water bubbling]
[echoing splashes]
[heartbeat]
[Harvey] Roz.
Did it work?
[gasps]
I... I can see you. I can see! I can see again!
Oh, my God. Sabrina, it worked! It worked.
You did it.
Oh, my God.
'Brina, thank you.
Thank you.
[sobbing]
- Sabrina? Oh! - [Sabrina] Aunt Hilda?
Uh... What's going on?
- Could ask the same here. - Ms. Spellman!
I can see again!
Sabrina de-cursed me!
- [laughing] - Oh!
Did she? Oh, that's marvelous.
- [laughing] - Sabrina, you and I, we have to leave.
Father Blackwood and Zelda are back, and we've been summoned by the Council.
Um, we have to be at the Academy at once, so shall I meet you there? Okay?
I'm very, very happy for you, Roz.
Very happy, happy day. Happy, happy day.
Ooh! Meet you there.
Okay, uh, well...
I guess I'll see you later.
[door opens]
Harvey.
[sighs]
[Father Blackwood] The Council and I were recalled from the Necropolis,
our conclave cut short, to deal with this gravest of emergencies.
Witch-hunters, in the very heart of our coven.
I have spent the morning interviewing your classmates, Ms. Spellman.
It appears you had a hand in saving the Academy,
but that you displayed certain...
miraculous abilities.
If I did, it was only to keep witches from dying, Father Blackwood.
I am your Anti-Pope now, Ms. Spellman.
You will address me as "your Unholy Eminence."
Interim Anti-Pope, Faustus.
Quite right, Methuselah.
Ms. Spellman, we've heard reports of levitation.
The slaughter of angels.
The resurrection of dead witches.
How does a first-year, half-mortal student manage that?
You know the story of Pandora,
don't you, Father Blackwood?
It's almost a parable.
A cautionary tale.
The gods give Pandora a jar containing all the sorrows of the world.
Toil, famine, pestilence, death.
They armed her for vengeance, Father Blackwood.
For destruction.
So when you ask me to explain
these "miracles," as you call them,
I feel I must warn you.
Do you really want to open that lid?
How dare you caution me?
I am your Anti-Pope.
Instead of interrogating me, you should be thanking me.
Indeed. We thank you, Ms. Spellman, for your service to the Church of Night,
but now, the Council must deliberate and determine what's to be done.
In the meantime, you are all compelled to stay within the Academy walls.
Sorry, I... wonder if I might have a little visit with my sister?
- In private? - Hm?
Fine.
Ms. Spellman and Mr. Scratch may roam the school,
but Ambrose Spellman must return to his cell.
[birdsong]
[Mr. Kinkle] Hey, Harvey.
- How are you doin'? You look, uh... - [sighs]
Are you okay?
Yeah. No, I'm... just...
in my head, is all.
I needed a break.
Well, you know what the cure for being in your head is, right?
Working? Down in the mines?
No pressure. I was just grabbin' a sandwich and headin' back.
You know what, Dad?
I think... I might take you up on that.
[murmur of conversation]
[silence falls]
[clears throat]
Great, they're all terrified of me.
Can you blame 'em?
I mean, you died and then brought yourself back to life,
which is, it goes without saying, a paradox.
The word that keeps coming up is "miracles."
What's weird is that they are things I've never done before.
My friend Roz was blind,
then I made it so she can see again.
Without a spell or a sacrifice.
That's not how our witchcraft works.
There's always an incantation.
Maybe it's because I'm not a normal witch.
I mean, I've always assumed being half-mortal made me less than,
in some way.
But maybe being half-mortal is what's allowing me to tap into these other...
mystical energies.
And maybe...
maybe I was given these gifts so that I can make the world a better place.
That could be why my father's vision for the future of the Church of Night
hinged on the union between witches and mortals.
Because it would produce...
You.
Witches 2.0.
I think that's why I came back, Nick,
to spread his gospel.
[chuckles]
Well, be careful.
The Council won't like being challenged by a 16-year-old girl.
- On the contrary, they'll silence you. - They can try.
- [chuckles] - The only problem is,
I don't exactly know how to go about "spreading the word."
[Melvin] Hi.
- Can we join you? - Melvin.
Elspeth. Of course.
So, what were you guys talking about?
My father's teachings.
[tune plays]
Isn't this music box marvelous?
It was a wedding present from his Unholy Eminence.
He gave it to me on our first night in Italy.
- [Hilda] Aww. - It's one of Leonardo's designs.
- It's lovely, Zelda. - You may call me Lady Blackwood.
Is... Is everything okay?
Did... Did something happen with Father Blackwood?
His Unholy Eminence.
His Unholy Eminence, yep.
[chuckles] Why, we danced, of course.
[sighs] My husband is a marvelous dancer.
[tune continues]
[faint whispering sounds]
Now, remind me.
How do you take your tea? Oh, wait.
Don't tell me.
- Sugar. - No.
Uh...
Sorry, Zel... Lady Blackwood.
Forgive me.
Are you not worried about Ambrose or Sabrina?
My husband knows best in these matters.
He is the Anti-Pope, after all.
Now remind me, how do you take your tea?
Wait, don't tell me.
Sugar.
[sugar cube splashes]
Before he died, my father was in the process of reforming the Church of Night.
One of his key tenets was that witches should, uh...
- mingle with mortals. - [murmuring]
That it was their sacred prerogative to do so.
But that goes against everything Father Blackwood has ever taught us.
Blackwood would have us go down a path of isolationism,
intolerance and xenophobia.
I believe our future and survival rely on the union
- of witch-kind and mortal-kind. - [footsteps]
Well, what do we have here?
Are you proselytizing now, Sabrina?
Just chatting, Prudence.
Would you like to join us?
The rubbish you're espousing isn't even possible, Sabrina.
Together with mortals?
Mortals fear, hate, or... or simply don't believe in witches.
And you expect us to just be with them.
My father and mother came together, didn't they?
Your father, a witch, married a mortal,
so now, all of a sudden, it's our sacred imperative to do the same?
I know better than to try and convince you with words,
but I wish you could imagine another way.
[Prudence chuckles] With you leading the charge?
[high-pitched ringing]
Not bloody likely.
[low wind humming]
[gasps]
How are you doing this?
[female voice, echoing] Help me.
Please.
Help me.
Hello?
Is...
someone down there?
[female voice] Come inside.
Come. See.
- [gasps] - Harvey!
I told you to stay with the others.
It's dangerous if you don't know your way around.
[Methuselah] We have come to a decision.
Given their heroic efforts against the witch-hunters,
Ms. Spellman and Mr. Scratch may continue their studies
at the Academy of Unseen Arts with full privileges.
[laughs] Well done! May I ask about Ambrose?
Ambrose Spellman will be executed,
- as witch law and custom demand. - No. He didn't kill anyone!
- He didn't do anything to anybody. - He was being controlled by his familiar.
The one Father Blackwood gave him.
And where is this alleged familiar now, Ms. Spellman?
And why has he not been presented as evidence?
What's this about a familiar?
His name was Leviathan, your Excellency.
And he was inside Ambrose when the Anti-Pope was murdered.
I believe it's how Ambrose was puppeteered into committing
such horrific and uncharacteristic deeds.
We cannot deny the role Ambrose played when the witch-hunters attacked.
- He stayed to warn the children! - Well, that's true.
Given that, you have 24 hours to produce this familiar,
or Ambrose Spellman will be executed by guillotine.
- 24 hours isn't... - [echoing thud]
[hissing]
24 hours, Ms. Spellman. Not a second more.
You may go.
- [door closes] - Ambrose isn't the only Spellman
who should be sent to the guillotine.
Zelda, tea.
[Methuselah chuckles] We're not barbarians, Faustus.
Surely you're not afraid of a... of a little schoolgirl like Sabrina Spellman?
You, who would be Anti-Pope?
If she is truly manifesting the abilities described,
Sabrina is a threat to our control of the Church.
Indeed, to the established hierarchy of all the Churches of Darkness.
Imagine what might happen if our younger members started to believe
that Sabrina Spellman was more powerful than their High Priest, the Anti-Pope,
or worse, the very Council itself.
If I may?
Sabrina loves her cousin.
She'd do anything to save him from execution.
Even perform a miracle.
[muttering]
That is a very astute observation, Prudence.
If young Sabrina uses her power to challenge the authority of the church,
and interfere with the execution tomorrow, the Council will advise action,
definitive, lethal action,
against the girl.
As always, the Council's wisdom is unimpeachable.
We can't have any messiahs, unholy or otherwise, running around.
[Dorian] He's never going to find Leviathan, but...
care for a drink while we're waiting?
I'm good. Thanks, Dorian.
It's a lucky thing my rubbish is only picked up once a week.
[gasps]
Found Leviathan's corpse,
at the very bottom of your dumpster.
Wh... What good is a dead familiar, anyway?
[high-pitched ringing]
[squeaking]
Who said Leviathan was dead?
[Leviathan squeaking]
Now, Leviathan,
you know the truth about my cousin and Father Blackwood, don't you?
[squeaking]
He says he does.
- [squeaking] - And that he'll tell the Council
that Father Blackwood used him to control Ambrose.
Uh, we should get him someplace safe, Sabrina.
- There are eyes and ears all around. - You're right.
Let's get you home, Leviathan.
[squeaking]
[Father Blackwood] I see.
Oh, this is quite the tidbit of information, Mr. Gray.
And, um...
what do I owe you for your allegiance?
Allegiance? [chuckles]
I have none but to myself.
I am merely a spectator.
Hm. Quite right, Gray.
Zelda, dearest.
It seems there is a mouse in your house.
- A mouse? - Mm.
But mice are dirty. Mice are diseased.
Indeed. Find the creature.
Eviscerate it, so that it may not be reanimated.
And then bring its remains to me.
If anyone tries to stop you,
do the same to them.
[hissing]
You'll have to forgive the mess. I don't usually do this sort of thing. It's...
It's not like me at all.
[chuckles]
You got a bathroom? I gotta take a quick piss.
Sure. There's one just right through there.
Why don't you freshen up whilst you're at it?
Mm. [chuckles]
What the hell?
[insects chirping]
[squeaking]
Now you stay there, Leviathan. And rest up.
It's a big day for you testifying tomorrow.
[sighs]
Good news, Aunt Hilda, we found Leviathan.
You did? Oh, I thought he was...
His corpse was in a dumpster behind Dorian's.
But I resurrected him, and now he'll be able to testify.
Er, sorry, what do you mean, you resurrected him?
And, erm, what poor creature did you have to sacrifice in order
to bring Leviathan back from the dead?
That's the amazing part, Aunt Hilda. None.
I just brought Leviathan back.
Right, well, then, you better brace yourself, girl,
because everything has a price.
- That's how witchcraft works. - But I don't think there's a price for me.
- Huh? - Not anymore.
Oh...
I think I've tapped into a different kind of magic.
One that isn't based on cause and effect.
It feels different.
You are racking up a cosmic debt the like of which the world's never seen.
And, oh, ooh, I forgot. Healing the blind!
- [Zelda sniffing] - [Hilda] Oh, for Satan's sake!
I know you love your friend. I love her, too.
- What is Roz gonna tell everybody? - [sniffs]
Hm? Because mortals are gonna notice a little thing like that.
- Maybe I want them to notice. - Oh...
Maybe I want to share my gifts with the world.
[Hilda whispers] Sabrina...
The most terrible things happen to witches when they reveal themselves to mortals.
- My father revealed himself to my mother. - Slowly, over time.
And you revealed yourself to Dr. Cerberus.
- Overnight. - Excuse me, lady!
I revealed some personal information to someone I love and trust.
And it's not dissimilar to you and Harvey, by the by.
And now you, you talk about,
"Ooh! I'm... gonna tell all of Greendale!"
With Father Blackwood ascending, and Ambrose on the literal chopping block,
maybe discretion isn't the better part of valor.
- [creaking] - [Hilda] What are you saying?
[Sabrina] I'm saying, first things first. We save Ambrose.
And then we tell Father Blackwood and the Council
that there is another path we can take moving forward.
Mortals and witches.
Oh! "Mortals and witches." Side by side.
Two by two. It's like Noah's bloody Ark.
I died and came back, Aunt Hilda.
- I don't know how, but I did. - [groans]
With powers that I can't explain.
And I can either choose to be afraid of them,
or I can use them to help Ambrose,
to save the coven from Father Blackwood.
[squeaking]
[frantic squeaking]
[frenzied squealing]
[Hilda] Do you ever care to hear anyone else's advice?
- [Sabrina] I'm saying... - [Hilda] I feel like you don't wanna help.
Otherwise you'd have come and done this differently.
[Sabrina] Well, I want to help...
- [squeaking] - [crunching]
- Why are you here? - [squealing]
- I'm just trying to tell you... - Wait, wait, wait, wait...
[crunching]
What was that?
- Aunt Zelda, stop! What are you doing? - [gasps]
Ladies, one simply must not keep a mouse in the house.
- [gasps] Oh... - Whatever were you thinking?
Oh, Aunt Zelda, what are you...
Oh, Sabrina, Sabrina.
- It's a Caligari spell, I think. - What?
It's like an old spell warlocks used to use on their wives
when they got a bit uppity.
It turns them into somnambulists.
Sleepwalkers.
I think Father Blackwood must've put her under when they were on their honeymoon.
[gasps] Oh! He'll be controlling her with that damn music box.
- What music box? - It's in her chambers in the Academy.
Uh...
Zelds... what are you doing?
Why, cleaning up, of course.
Wait. What does the music box look like, Aunt Hilda?
- Describe it to me. - It's, erm... I will. Here, let me help.
- [high-pitched ringing] - It's... It's a wooden box.
And, er... it's got a pin closure, and, er... [gags]
...gold embellishments,
and there's a little figurine of a woman in a green dress and red hair.
She's twirling around....
- [music box plays] - Hellhounds!
How did you do that?
How did you bring an inanimate object through space and time?
I willed it so, Auntie.
You know what would make this counter smell fresh as spring?
- Mm-hm? - Some squeezed lime.
Squeezed lime.
- [music box continues playing] - [Sabrina] Aunt Hilda.
Wait. Bring it here. Give it here.
Mm.
- [music continues playing] - Erm...
[Hilda sighs]
[whispers] I think, erm... I think this should break the enchantment.
- [glass smashes] - [music stops]
[off-key note sounds]
Satan in Hell, what am I wearing?
[sighing] Oh!
[Zelda] It was torture.
Being conscious, while Faustus made me dance to his infernal tune.
[Sabrina] But are you saying you were aware?
Every second. And yet, unable to make my own choices.
It's diabolical, and not in the good way.
At least you... you're back. You're back whole, that's what matters.
Yes, Hilda, but our troubles are just beginning.
[sighs] I'm afraid you were right about Father Blackwood, Sabrina.
I know, Aunt Zee.
As for right now, we have to act quickly.
Ambrose's execution approaches,
but his death is just one step in Blackwood's plan to topple the Spellmans.
It's a set-up, Sabrina.
To get you to manifest your miraculous new abilities in front of the Council.
But... why does Blackwood want me to show the Council?
So they have reason to burn you as a heretic.
If the Council sees any display of power for themselves,
they will be threatened, and the next execution will be your own.
I won't stand by and watch him be executed.
And if I have to take on the entire Council, then so be it.
Whatever your new abilities, Sabrina,
the Council is comprised of extremely powerful, albeit old, warlocks.
Don't underestimate them.
That may be, but... [sighs]
...we're our own Council, aren't we?
The three of us.
So, I mean, if all eyes are on Sabrina,
well, leave it to us, eh, Zelds?
Mm-hm.
Yes. Well, you'll have to do the lion's share, Hilda.
In the meantime, I'm afraid I'll have to go back to the Academy
and being the biddable wife, so as not to arouse Faustus's suspicions.
You'll have to return the music box, Sabrina.
[high-pitched ringing]
Done, Aunt Zee.
Good girl.
Well, I'll have to be going.
But pray to Satan all goes well tomorrow.
[sighs]
The things I do for this family.
[door opens]
Last night on Earth, prisoner.
- So you say. - Oh?
You think she's going to save you?
- Your cousin? - If anyone can.
What do you know of these, uh...
miracles of hers?
Are you asking for yourself or for your father?
For myself.
When I saw her come back from the dead, I...
I started to cry.
What is she?
Really?
Why don't you ask her for yourself?
I think I just might.
Prudence.
I'm frightened.
Don't be.
You live with honor.
You will die with it.
Satan keep you.
[door slams]
[squelching]
[crunching]
[sobbing]
[groans]
[cracking]
[gasping]
[church bell tolls]
In the absence of any new evidence,
the execution of Ambrose Spellman will proceed as planned.
As predicted, the Spellmans were unable to produce their star witness.
[chuckles]
[loud thump]
- [muffled groan] - [all gasp]
[muffled yelling]
No!
No! No! No! [yells]
No!
[grunts]
[whimpers]
[choking]
[coughs]
[muffled groans]
Executioner.
[Ambrose groans]
Carry out the sentence.
[Ambrose yells] No!
No! [screams]
[heartbeat]
[Ambrose wails]
[screams]
[shocked gasps]
[murmuring]
[gasps]
[squelching]
[shocked gasps and screams]
[thump]
[Ambrose laughs]
How did she do it?
She didn't.
I was watching her the whole time, Father. She... She didn't even blink.
[wind gusts]
[Ambrose giggling hysterically]
You, Marcus, carry out the sentence.
[Ambrose] No! No! No!
- Today, please, Mr. Pierce. - [Ambrose] No!
If you want my cousin dead so badly, Father Blackwood,
why don't you do it yourself?
[Ambrose grunting]
[Ambrose yells] No. Not you!
No! [sobs]
[whimpering]
I have a better idea.
You do it, Ms. Spellman.
[Ambrose sobbing]
[high-pitched ringing]
[Dark Lord] Enough!
[growling]
Are you so blind to My will?
Dark Lord, Master.
Silence, pretender.
You degrade this coven with your pettiness.
By My cloven hoof, Ambrose Spellman is spared.
So let it be.
[Ambrose gasping]
[Methuselah] The Dark Lord has spoken.
[Ambrose laughing and sighing]
Ambrose Spellman is reprieved.
- [all gasp] - [laughs]
[murmuring]
[Methuselah] Boys... You, release him.
[Ambrose grunting]
[Ambrose coughing]
Uh, gentlemen, might I suggest...
Might you not, Father Blackwood?
But Sabrina Spellman...
Sabrina Spellman is a child.
We saw no display of dangerous power from her.
What did become clear is...
you displease the Dark Lord, Father Blackwood.
Father.
You are hereby stripped of your title of interim Anti-Pope.
[Sabrina] Now that Ambrose is safe and free...
I've been thinking.
We should celebrate.
Have a party.
Spellman, what are you proposing?
A small get-together at my house.
Where like-minded individuals might discuss my father's more...
controversial doctrines.
Sabrina, is that a good idea?
Nick, witches are having a moment.
If there is ever going to be a time to spread my father's teachings, it's now.
Right now.
That is my destiny, Nick.
To bring the witch world and the mortal worlds together.
Tonight.
Tonight?
Why not? I have witch friends and I have mortal friends.
It'll be like when rival schools co-sponsor a mixer.
You're crazy, Sabrina.
I mean, will the mortals even believe that we're witches?
Seeing is believing.
So I'll be showing them something, for sure.
A miracle?
In front of mortals?
- [exhales] It's risky. - It is, yes.
But you'll help me, won't you?
[sighs]
What do you need?
Gather whatever Academy students you think might be willing to mingle with mortals.
I'll try.
But, uh... what mortals are you going to invite?
I am in.
I'm so in.
Really? Even though it's a little crazy?
In my father's church, there are kids like me.
Kids who wanna believe, who want something to believe in,
or someone.
Will you invite Harvey and Theo?
I'll try.
Uh, they've sort of been MIA,
- especially Harvey. - Oh.
Hm.
[Harvey] My dad gave me these boxes of stuff.
And I found this map...
of the mines from 1910.
It charts all the tunnels, except for tunnel 13.
Why not? I wondered.
Then I found this log, kept by the mine's foreman,
my great-grandfather, of the time.
"Another one of my men has seen her,
a woman all in white."
Wait. What woman?
Then, four days later.
"I have seen her with mine own eyes,
the woman in white.
It seems as if she's a guardian,
though I do not know of what."
[sighs]
And then? Then what?
No, that's... that's it, that's the last entry.
But, Theo... when I was in the mines yesterday,
I heard a voice coming from tunnel 13. A woman's voice.
What if...
What if I heard the woman in white?
Does that sound crazy?
Not to me.
To me, it sounds like an adventure.
[insects chirping]
[Hilda] You all right, love? You haven't eaten.
It's your little celebratory meal.
- I never did thank you, Auntie. - Aww!
- Nor you, Sabrina. - Ambrose! You know that's not necessary.
We're Spellmans. It's what we do.
Here. Cheers.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
There you go.
To Spellmans.
- Hm. - [doorbell rings]
- Hm? - Mm?
- Are we expecting company? - Didn't I tell you, Aunt Hilda?
I invited a few friends over.
[gasps] How many people did you invite?
["Girls Just Want to Have Fun" plays]
Well, so much for this being a small party
where we could discuss my father's ideologies.
I should've warned you about Church kids.
Once we hear there's food and music, we tend to congregate.
Yeah, and after Agatha and Dorcas heard you were havin' a party,
word spread fast.
Maybe tonight should just be a party.
You know, not a, uh... coming out party.
We'll play it by ear.
Hey, Roz, no luck with Harvey or Theo, huh?
♪ Oh, girls just wanna have fun ♪
[sighs]
I guess it's now or never.
Hey, Harvey.
Huh?
Have you ever seen that movie The Descent?
Uh... I don't think so. Why do you ask?
Just... to think I'm here, in the dark,
after not telling anyone where we were going...
kind of reminds me of The Descent all of a sudden.
Um...
In a good way or a bad way?
- Definitely not... - [screeching]
[grunts] Theo, pickaxe!
- I'm looking. - [screeching]
- [grunting] Hey! - [squealing]
[Theo gasping]
[screeching]
[groaning]
[crunching]
[gasping]
I found it.
The journal... said she was guarding something.
I keep wondering what my dad would think if he saw this.
Witches and mortals together, tappin' the same beer keg.
[chuckles]
He'd be proud of you.
I'm proud of you.
If only it was always like this.
Witches stepping out of the shadows.
I mean, why can't this be the future?
Our future?
If it is, then, um...
where does that leave us?
Your father married a mortal.
His entire doctrine is based on the union of witches and mortals.
How can you, Sabrina Spellman,
preach that gospel without living it?
Nick, I'm about to step off a cliff,
into the great unknown.
And you're the one by my side, holding my hand.
And speaking of cliffs, it's time.
To show them.
- Are you sure you're ready to do this? - I am.
Will you get everyone out here?
And be the one to catch me if I fall?
I will.
You won't.
[heavy footsteps]
Come.
Come, my rough beast.
Hello, my beautiful monster.
I'm your mother.
Do you love me?
Then you'll do what I tell you to do.
And since I made you from my rib,
I believe I'll call you...
Adam.
[conversation and laughter]
Okay, she... she can do this, right?
If anyone can, it's Sabrina.
You really believe in her, don't you?
Don't you?
It's why I'm here.
To see my girl fly.
How long do you think it'll take someone to notice?
Oh, my God. Look, she's gonna jump!
- Check it out! - [gasping]
- Is that Sabrina? - What is she doing up there?
- [exhales] - What is she doing?
- Wait... - What, is she crazy?
[Hilda] What?
Sabrina! What are you...
Are you barmy? Get down now!
- If she does what I think she's planning... - What?
...she'll change everything, not for the better.
- No going back. - [Sabrina] Friends.
Thank you for coming tonight.
Some of you know about my father, some of you don't.
But he saw a world where we could all be together,
despite our differences.
Tonight, I am honored
to continue his legacy by showing you
- the miracle of... - [Harvey] Stop!
Stop! Sabrina!
Before you do anything, I need to talk to you.
Harvey! Watch! I... I'm just... I'm going to...
Sabrina, listen to me.
[panting] If you ever loved me...
stop what you're doing and come down right now.
Please.
Theo.
What's going on?
We found something in the mines.
Something Sabrina really, really needs to see.
'Brina...
what is this?
It's a prophecy, farm boy.
What does it mean?
It means...
I think it means...
[thunderclap]
...I'm the Herald of Hell.
I am evil.
[man] Greg, move your head!