Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (2018) s01e04 Episode Script

No, no, no.
The Fly is about body dysmorphia.
Isn't it about a guy who turns into a giant fly? The original, yes, but Cronenberg said his remake was a metaphor for STDs.
- Yeah.
- Guys, what are we doing this weekend? Well, my dad is going to the Farm Expo for three days, - so I'm stuck at home by myself.
- Ooh! Let's have a girls' night.
- Uh - C'mon, Susie, please? My mom and dad are trying to get me to lead this youth group at their church this weekend.
Staying with you would give me the perfect excuse not to do that.
I dunno, Roz.
'Brina, you in? Actually, I'll be at the expo too this weekend.
I'm helping my Aunt Hilda sell her honey.
Wait, you're not gonna be gone the entire expo, are you? Yeah, I am.
But I have a coping strategy.
Whenever I'm really missing you, I'll hold you close to my heart.
Call me the second you get back.
I'll come right over.
Uh Relax, Romeo, it's three days.
Yeah.
I mean, seriously, you guys.
Seriously, you guys! Aren't you even a little excited? I'm stressed, Ambrose.
Starting a new school is stressful.
Not to mention I'm lying to Harvey and Roz and Susie.
And I don't see why I have to be at the academy for three whole nights.
It's your induction.
Cousin, you are on the precipice of a stupendous new adventure at the Academy of Unseen Arts.
You will meet interesting witches and warlocks from all over the world.
Some of them, a great many of them, will be hot.
Ambrose, I'm not going to the academy to hook up with hot warlocks.
I am going to the academy to learn how to defeat the Dark Lord.
I'm going to learn how to conjure him, bind him, banish him.
That's my only agenda.
Okay.
Before I forget, I have made you these.
Ooh! They're to take to the academy.
Keep in your little pockets.
- Protection charms.
- Honestly, Hilda, what next? Crystals? Sage? I was concerned, Zelda, that she was gonna get bullied.
You know how cruel girls can be at that or any age.
Don't worry about me, Aunt Hilda.
I can take care of myself.
I know.
Ooh! What if you take Salem in with you? Or we could teleport him to you.
Nonsense.
Only babies and ninnies take their familiars to school.
Remember when you tried to bring your spiders? How all the other students laughed and called you names? Yes.
I remember one in particular.
My years at the academy were amongst the happiest of my life.
The books I read, the friendships I cultivated.
It was like being part of the most marvelous salon, arguing about ideas, philosophy.
Your father and I would get into such debates.
Hmm, really? Because you seemed to be on the same page about signing my name in the Book of the Beast.
Eat up and then I'll get my coat and drive you.
Absolutely not, Hilda.
Hmm? You've been excommunicated, or had you forgotten? Oh, how could I forget when you're reminding me every other minute? As a consequence, you're not allowed within spitting distance of the academy or any other Church of Night property, for that matter.
Well, I can give my niece a bloody hug before she goes, can't I? Pardon me, Miss.
Are you Sabrina? I am.
I'm Quentin.
We've been expecting you.
This way, please.
Are you a student here? Oh, of course, Miss.
I'm here to show you to Father Blackwood's office.
The academy was built according to the principles of sacred geometry.
Each room is a perfectly proportioned pentagon that locks with the one next to it.
No one knows how many pentagons there are, exactly.
Some say an infinite number.
Welcome to the Academy of Unseen Arts, Miss Spellman.
I recognize that there's been a bit of unpleasantness between us, but that's only because we so desperately wanted to get you here.
I've prepared your schedule.
Um - Yes? - What about classes like conjuring? Binding rituals? Demonology? You have to fulfill the academy's general requirements first.
Just now, I believe, you are due at choir practice.
Forgive the interruption, my dear, but I have an addition to your ranks.
Sabrina Spellman, my wife, Lady Blackwood.
I've heard a lot about you, Sabrina.
We've all heard a lot about you.
Welcome.
I'll leave Miss Spellman in your capable hands, then.
Now, Sabrina, can you sight read music? Just a verse or two, so I know where to place you.
My, my.
Prudence.
I do believe you have some competition, finally.
Hi.
I'm Nicholas Scratch.
Nick Scratch.
Mind if I join you? Sure.
Sure.
- I'm Sabrina.
- Spellman.
You're Edward Spellman's daughter.
I am.
Your reputation precedes you.
Your father's as well.
I'm, uh, reading his journals right now.
You are? How do you have them? I don't.
Not personally.
They're in the Sanctum, the library for advanced students, under lock and key.
Cassius, the librarian, brings them out to you, one by one, but you can't even take notes while reading them.
- Why not? - They're considered dangerous texts.
Your father was a controversial figure in the witch community.
- But why am I telling you that? - You mean, for marrying my mother? And some of his more radical ideas.
Radical to others, by the way, I personally think he was brilliant.
Ahead of his time.
The greatest conjurer the Church of Night has ever produced.
Is that what you're studying at the academy? Conjuring? Conjuration.
Demonology.
Invocation.
Ritual magic.
- Necromancy, but that's hush-hush.
- Oh, wow.
- It's fun? - Yeah.
Sabrina, Nicholas, we're not interrupting, are we? No, not at all.
Join us, please.
Well, Sabrina, how are you enjoying the academy so far? Is it like your other school? Uh, Baxter High? - No.
Not really.
- You know what we heard? We heard you didn't want to take your Dark Baptism because you were in love with some mortal boy.
Must be some Spellman kink, hmm? Slumming with mortals? Like father, like daughter, right? Careful, Nicky, or she'll cocktease you the way she did the Dark Lord.
Why do you have to be such a bitch all the time, Pru? I don't know, Nicky.
Why do you have to be such a warlock-slut all the time? What's your next class? And can I please walk you? Sure.
See you later, ladies.
Oh, don't worry we will.
I love these old movies.
- What's this one called again? - Carnival of Souls.
- Hmm.
- It was filmed in Salt Lake City.
What was that? Roz.
Is there someone else in the house with us? - I tried to tell you.
- Tell me what? It's my uncle.
He's really sick.
He rings the bell when he needs something.
I should probably go check on him.
I'm obviously coming with you.
Oh, my God.
What happened to him? Uncle Jesse got sick working in the mines for Harvey's dad.
One day, he just went crazy down there.
He He said he saw something.
Some monster.
He's never been the same.
My dad and I take care of him and make sure he gets his medicine, but most of the time, he's sedated, quiet, but every so often, like since the eclipse And your dad just leaves you alone with him? I told him it would be okay, that I was ready for the responsibility, but Are you? I don't know.
But if I keep the door to his room locked, will you stay with me the rest of the weekend? Don't show them you're scared, or they'll kill you on the spot.
Wait Where am I? You're in the Witch's Cell.
Where the Greendale Thirteen were held.
What is this, Prudence? This is the Harrowing.
It's a witch tradition.
You have to be able to endure what those earliest Greendale witches did.
Thirteen made it to the noose, but many more perished in here.
This place winnowed them.
No sunlight, no water, no food.
Wallowing in their own filth, most witches went mad and cut their own throats.
They haunt this place still.
They'll show you terrible things in the dark.
Things that will make you go insane.
But you're a Spellman.
A daughter of a High Priest.
You're not scared of the dark.
You can take it.
Unless, of course you lose your head.
No, please! Help! Well, looks like the cell's claimed another victim.
- The poor girl's lost her mind.
- She's gibbering like a loon.
It's a pretty sound, isn't it? Like waves on a beach.
Oh, it wasn't so bad in the end.
This is Salem, by the way.
He protects and comforts me, wherever I am.
He's very clever.
In goblin form, there isn't a crack he can't squeeze through.
Bye, girls.
Hey, you're up early.
I didn't ever go to sleep, Harvey.
What, did you and your Aunt Hilda go out partying with a bunch of farmers? Not exactly.
I hate it here.
You hate the expo? - Come home, then.
- No.
I can't.
I have to see it through.
Really? Man, I guess I didn't realize how intense these expos were.
They are.
But this is helping.
- What? - Hearing your voice.
Oh, yeah? It's not even my sexy voice.
Keep talking, Harvey Kinkle, just keep talking.
Salem? Has anyone seen Give them back.
Whatever are you talking about? My cat.
Who was sitting on my pajamas.
- What cat? - What pajamas? They were on my bed, now they're both gone.
They are? Oh, dear.
I know you took them.
How bad do you want them? Give them back to me! Fight! Fight! Fight! Miss Spellman.
Get dressed at once, and then to my office.
Firstly, familiars are not permitted at the academy.
Salem will have to go home with Zelda.
Secondly, and I feel I must ask this, are you happy here, Sabrina? Of course she is, Faustus.
Picking fights with other students.
Complaining about your schedule.
What's this now? I didn't come here to major in herbalism, or Latin, Aunt Zelda.
Well, of course you didn't.
If this is what you've got her studying, it's no wonder she's feeling restless.
She's not being challenged.
I told Father Blackwood I wanted to study conjuring.
Like my father.
Zelda, I can't put her in conjuring without being sure she's ready.
It wouldn't be safe.
For her or the other students.
Then test her.
What is it? It's an Acheron Configuration, if I'm not mistaken.
An arcane puzzle.
A variation on it, yes.
It's a test of mental and actual dexterity.
Solve it, and you can join conjuring class.
- Or go mad trying.
- That won't happen with your niece.
Only the weak-willed fall prey to the Acheron's fascinations.
Quite right.
Sabrina will prove herself her father's daughter.
I had forgotten how fiercely maternal you can be, Zelda.
There's a personal matter I'd like to discuss with you in private, - if your niece will excuse us.
- Of course she will.
And Sabrina behave.
I will, Aunt Zelda.
Even though I'm still missing my pajamas.
Zelda, Lady Blackwood has miscarried twice before.
This distresses us gravely.
But now that I sit here with you, I feel comfort.
Sister Spellman would you be a midwife to her? To Constance? Faustus, it's been years since I've delivered a child.
If I remember correctly, you've never lost a babe, not once.
Please, Zelda.
Your High Priest is asking you.
Hi, there.
Hey.
So I heard you got into a fight with Prudence.
- I did.
- I'll talk to her.
Please don't.
That will only make her hate me more.
So, did you guys date? For a short period of time, yeah.
Yeah, I was involved with the sisters.
All three of them? All at once? - What happened? - Their gifts include mind control.
I wasn't sure what was real and what was suggestion.
What are you doing with an Acheron Configuration? Blackwood gave it to me.
Says that as soon as I solve it, I get to take conjuring classes.
Hmm.
- Okay.
- What? What's so funny? That particular configuration was your father's thesis.
He designed and built it.
My father did? Yeah.
Blackwood's been trying to solve this damn thing for 20 years.
I tried for three.
Gave up.
See, the configuration's almost like a kaleidoscope.
Its colors and patterns are addictive, and the more you stare at it, the harder it is to solve.
If you're not careful, it can mess with your head.
You can get lost in it.
Wonderful.
Due respect, Sabrina, you're never going to be able to do it.
If my father made it, then he probably wrote about it in his journals, right? Nothing explicit.
Nothing I've come across.
Yes, but you're not a Spellman.
Sneak me into the library, get me access to his journals.
What you're asking is impossible.
Okay? I mean, if we got caught, and we would, we'd both be expelled from the academy.
I doubt I'd be expelled.
They'd probably just extend my immersion indefinitely.
Would that be such a bad thing? Being a full-time student here? I should go.
- Hey, Roz.
What's up? How was Susie's? - Um Did you ever meet her Uncle Jesse? I think so.
He moved away a while back, right? No.
He's still living with them at the farm.
He's, like, really sick.
Susie said he saw something down in the mines and it seriously messed him up.
In the mines? Spellman Sisters Mortuary.
Hello? Speaking.
Who's this? Luke.
Of course I remember.
Yeah.
I've met someone, Auntie.
Hmm? He's asked if I'd like to go on a date with him.
Oh.
So I was going to astral project to a coffee shop, with your help.
That's risky.
Also, you wouldn't be able to touch him, love.
No but we could see each other.
Have a conversation, face to face.
I like him, Auntie.
Mmm.
I I know.
I'm sorry, hon, but it's just it's too dangerous.
Auntie Zee projects all the time.
And with you guarding my body, I'll be perfectly safe.
Only the dead are allowed to travel the astral plane.
You spend enough time out there, and the psychopomps will find you.
They will assume you're dead.
They will carry you off to the hereafter, or they will tattle to the Dweller in the Abyss.
They may look like sweet little sparrows, but they are in fact vicious, spiteful, hateful creatures, much like sisters.
First sign of a psychopomp, and I'm out of there.
- Swear on Satan's claw.
- Can't do it.
Hey, besides the psychopomps and the Dweller, Zelda Thought my ears were burning.
What are you two plotting? We're not, we're just Just wondering where you're going so smart.
So smart.
I've been invited to the High Priest's house to sup.
With your medical bag? Shut up, Hilda.
- What? - You are persona non grata.
Dinner with the High Priest is a great honor.
One you'll never again enjoy.
You two will have to fend for yourselves tonight, I'm afraid.
We'll need candles, the address of the coffee shop, and a map.
- Mm-hmm.
- We do it in the embalming room.
Yes, Prudence.
This creature was spying on us in the girls' showers.
It's clearly someone's familiar, but do you know whose? Yes.
Leave it with me, I'll see that it's dealt with.
Shall I kill the raven? Or will you take it and yourself away? - Stolas doesn't like being caged.
- Then keep him out of my academy.
The Dark Lord asked me to watch over Sabrina.
Where she goes, I follow.
Not this weekend.
The academy is my purview.
Why don't you shift your focus? I don't need you to tell me my business.
I am merely pointing out that with Sabrina away, her chums will be vulnerable.
Her aunties, too.
And that you might have some fun, Ms.
Wardwell.
All right.
Right-o.
- You've got 20 minutes.
- Thirty.
Twenty.
Then I'm pulling you back.
Vola anima per aeterna.
Vola anima per aeterna.
Vola anima per aeterna.
Vola anima per aeterna.
Ambrose? Um We don't usually take walk-ins.
It's not that kind of, uh - not that kind of business.
- Sorry, can I help you? I'd, uh I'd like to make some funeral arrangements.
Right.
If you'd like to take a seat, maybe, in there? There's a catalog you can have a little look through.
- Catalog? - Yes.
I have to pop to the, um I'll just be like ten minutes.
- Hey, there.
- Hi.
So, do you, uh Do you come here a lot? Not a lot, no.
I definitely would not say a lot.
Yeah, it's pretty kitschy.
- So what are your usual haunts? - I, uh I'm more a homebody, myself.
How about you? Don't be dead.
Don't be dead.
Okay.
Ambrose.
Hurry up.
Hurry up, lad, come on.
I spoke to Connor's father yesterday.
There was some paperwork he had to finish up.
The police are still looking for Connor's killer, - but they're not having much luck.
- You know, Ambrose, not to be harsh, but I didn't call you so we could talk about Connor.
- I called to get to know you better.
- Of course.
Yeah.
Because that's what people do.
Um I'm sorry, I'm a bit out of practice.
What's the craziest thing you've ever done? Wow you're going right to it.
Yeah.
Right to the meat of it.
I'm not proud of it, but I was arrested for attempting to blow up the Vatican.
But Wait, are you serious? Mm-hmm.
Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
Guys, please.
We have no reason to hate each other.
Wrong.
We have plenty of reasons to hate you.
Your father betrayed his own kind to marry a mortal.
You'll betray us the first chance you get.
If you survive the Harrowing.
Wh But I already did survive.
Last night.
That was only the beginning.
I'll scream.
You think anyone here will help you? They hate you.
Scream as much as you'd like, it'll just be 20 girls harrowing you instead of three.
Excuse me, may I help you? So sorry.
I was looking for the powder room and that lovely little English lady that told me to wait has been gone for so long And you are? Ms.
Wardwell.
I'm one of Sabrina's teachers, but I came here to make some funeral arrangements.
I see.
And the woman you spoke to? Where did she go? The basement, I believe.
Yes.
I shall be on my way.
Hilda, what game are you playing at? You nervous, Ambrose? Nervous? - How How do you mean? What? - You haven't touched your drink, and you keep looking out the window as if you're expecting someone.
I thought I'd have more time.
- I have to go, Luke.
- What? I'm sorry, this this was a mistake.
- Ambrose, wait.
- Ambrose.
- Hilda, where are you? Where's Ambrose? - Zelda.
Dear Satan! Have you two completely taken leave of your senses? Astral projection? Of all the stupid, reckless things you could do.
It was well in hand.
You left a client alone, upstairs, which is totally unprofessional, Hilda.
And Ambrose, my dear felon, you are housebound.
You're forbidden from leaving the grounds, and that includes your spirit.
This is the same path the Greendale Thirteen, who'd survived torture and imprisonment, walked to the noose.
They kept their eyes straight ahead, fixed on the path.
Mortals surrounded them on either side, and if any witch lifted their eyes to meet a human's gaze They were stoned to death on the spot.
What What do I do now? You do exactly what the original 13 did.
You stand in the wet, cold night.
Exposed.
Without shoes.
Without rest.
And you don't turn around, no matter what you hear.
For how long? Until dawn.
And if I turn around, what happens? 'Brina.
Help me.
These girls You're not really Harvey.
What? Of course it's me, Sabrina.
Please.
Please turn around.
Oh, God, please, no.
Sabrina, it's your mother.
No.
You're a thing.
A sending or a a demon, but you're not my mother.
Let me look at you, your face.
Just once, Sabrina, please.
Go away.
Begone, demon.
Sabrina, that's no way to speak to your mother.
Apologize.
Dad? Daddy? My brave young girl, why won't you look at me? I I Just a quick peek, my darling.
My light, my life.
Please stop.
One tiny glance and you'll see.
It will all be over.
It's morning, Miss.
You've passed their test.
You can come back to school now.
Quentin, you shouldn't be out here alone.
These woods aren't safe.
There's nothing out here that can hurt me anymore.
Come, I'll show you.
What? There used to be a groundskeeper who buried us but he died many years ago.
Would you like to meet the others? Oh, Quentin.
Spellman Sisters Mortuary, how may I assist you? Aunt Hilda, it's me.
Oh! It's Sabrina.
It's Sabrina! Come on! Oh! It's so nice to hear your voice.
How are you, my little possum? Uh, I'm okay, but I need your and Aunt Zelda's help.
Sabrina? This is Zelda.
What kind of help? What have you done now? Children are dying at the academy, Aunt Zee, and no one is doing anything to stop it.
Dying? Dying how? Students have been harrowed to death by other students.
And the weird sisters are harrowing me.
- Are they now? - We'll be right there, love.
Okay.
Please hurry.
But Zelda, harrowings have always been a part of the academy.
They're tradition.
You even participated in some yourself.
Spirited child's play, Faustus.
I never killed a child! Other than your sister, who is in violation of her excommunication by coming here.
I would contend that circumstances demanded it.
And I would contend that the Church of Night is only as strong as its weakest member, and that a good harrowing forges the weak.
My niece is not weak.
Then really, sister, what is there to worry about? What if it were your child being harrowed? - What did he say? - He's going to look into it.
And you believe him? Of course not.
Take us to the children.
Quentin? Would you please come out? We, uh We want to help.
And feel free to bring the others.
Oh, the poor dears! Your heart breaks for them.
I think they're bound to the academy because they died here.
Witches hurting witches.
It's unspeakable.
How can we free them? Is that what you want, children? To be released from here? Where would we go? This is our home.
Yes, it is.
So what do you want, then? I I believe I know what they want.
I was harrowed back in my day.
By my own sister, no less.
And the thing that I craved more than anything in the world was revenge.
They just need someone to give them permission to do it.
Isn't that what all well-behaved children need? Permission? Okay.
Come on.
Gather around, my darlings.
You listen to your Auntie Hilda.
We're gonna play a game, and you're gonna love it.
We're gonna have fun.
And you'll feel so much better.
Why didn't you tell us about your uncle? Because my dad doesn't want us talking about him.
Also, your dad owns the mine that made him sick.
What did Jesse see down there? Did he ever tell you? - Is that him? Can I go talk to him? - I dunno, Harvey.
Susie, please.
I saw something in the mines, too.
Uh Mr.
Putnam? I'm a friend of Susie's.
Uh Susie told me you used to work in the mines, and that's how you got sick.
I've been down there and I'm wondering if maybe you saw what I saw.
And And if you'd be willing to talk to me.
Or I could do the talking, and you could just maybe ring yes or no? He's going to eat your souls! I don't think I'll be able to sleep a wink until I know she's all right.
- Hilda? - Yep? When we were at the academy, if I pushed your harrowing too far "If"? You were ruthless.
No, I know I was.
And I'm sorry for that.
Aren't you gonna go to bed? I thought I might stay up and read.
Right.
Should I put the kettle on? Are you ready to meet your fate? Prudence, please, I'm begging you, leave me alone.
There's not a hope in hell of that, half-breed.
Now get moving.
Do you know what it's like to die by hanging? Most people think it's fast, but it's not.
Any last words? Yes.
Thirteen witches were hanged here by witch hunters.
Those women couldn't possibly have imagined a place like the academy.
A school where witches would be safe.
Even if they could, they'd never believe that the women inside its walls would turn on one another like this.
Which is why the academy tradition of harrowing ends tonight, Prudence.
It's three against one.
You're going to die, half-breed.
So give the Dark Lord our best, won't you? Light as a feather, stiff as a board.
Light as a feather, stiff as a board.
Light as a feather, stiff as a board.
Light as a feather Light as a feather, stiff as a board.
Like I said, harrowing of any kind will no longer be tolerated.
Understood? Light as a feather, stiff as a board.
Understood? If you say another thing about my mother or father to anyone ever again I'll choke you to death on your own blood.
He's been quiet for a while now.
Think we should go check on him? Yeah, maybe.
We probably should.
Just to make sure he's okay.
Quentin.
What will you and the other children do now? Watch over the school.
Make sure there are no more harrowings.
Even after you're gone.
Thank you, Miss, for everything.
You're welcome.
Glad we could help.
Who are you talking to? Myself.
- Hello, Nicholas.
- Hi.
- You survived your immersion.
- I did.
Barely.
I haven't made it to conjuring class yet, but I will.
About that.
Look, this has to be our little secret, okay? - One of your dad's journals.
- But you said I said I couldn't sneak you into the library.
I didn't say I couldn't sneak this out.
Maybe it'll help with the Acheron Configuration, but even if it doesn't, you should get to know your father.
Thank you, Nicholas.
Really.
Call me Nick.
Bye.
You asked to see me, Reverend Father.
I did, Prudence.
The three of you, senior students, and one of her.
A hedge witch without formal schooling, a half-breed.
Yet she bested you.
She humiliated you! There's no excuse, Father.
It will not happen again.
I hope not.
The Dark Lord wants Sabrina educated at the academy.
So be it.
But he gave no indication that she shouldn't suffer while she's here.
You should've let me drive up there.
For both our sakes.
Next time for sure.
The stuff we do for family, huh? Yeah.
Ugh.
That's about all I care to see of that business.
So how was the rest of the expo? Did your aunt sell all her honey? What? Oh, yeah.
Uh, yeah, she did, yeah.
How was your weekend? Insane.
I wanna tell you about this thing that happened with Susie's uncle, but it might be better to do in person.
Can I come over? Right now? I have a lot of homework to catch up on tonight, - but can we walk to school tomorrow? - Uh Yeah, yeah, sure.
Great.
I love you, Harvey.
I love you too, Sabrina.
Brett, move your head.