Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (2018) s01e06 Episode Script
Chapter Six: An Exorcism in Greendale
[theme music playing.]
[bats fluttering.]
[thunder crashes.]
[crows cawing.]
[lightning sizzles.]
[bats screeching.]
Can I get you something? Some uh - yummy almond - I don't want a snack, Ms.
 Wardwell.
I want answers.
Yes, of course.
Um You asked me what I am, but you know.
I believe you've known for a while.
- You're a - A witch, yes.
- All this time you've been lying to me? - Protecting you.
Trying to.
- Watching you from afar.
- Watching me, how? I used a a scrying spell.
On your mirrors.
It's how I knew you were at the mercy of the Batibat.
You've been spying on me? And my family? Why? No.
I think it's best you answer these questions in front of the High Priest.
Sabrina, please, it was Edward that asked me to look after you.
What do you know about my father? I I was his acolyte.
His student, then his secretary.
When he was High Priest of the Church of Night? Yes.
Please.
I, um I sought him out.
I had been excommunicated from my own coven the Church of Shadows, in New Hampshire.
I'd fallen in love with a mortal, you see, and was engaged to be married.
[chuckles.]
Foolish, but there I was, a witch without a coven.
With no one to understand my plight.
No one, that is, except My father.
I showed up on his doorstep, eager to apprentice with him.
Edward Spellman, who wanted to reform the Church of Night, change its laws so that witches and mortals could marry without stigma.
- He and your mother would be pioneers.
- But then they died.
Their plane crashed.
Before that ill-fated trip, Edward charged me with keeping an eye on you his only daughter.
Is that why you were encouraging me to transfer, because you knew what I was talking about all along? Going to the academy? Getting baptized? Yes.
Precisely.
I don't understand.
If my aunts were taking care of me, why would my father ask you to do the same? He was cautious, overly cautious.
Especially when it came to you, the apple of his eye.
I was to be an invisible, but omnipresent circle of protection around you.
Why would you agree to that? I had fallen in love with him, you see.
- Forgive me, Sabrina.
Please.
- You're just like him, Ms.
 Wardwell.
Keeping secrets from me, manipulating me.
Consider your obligation to the Spellman family done.
From now on, stay away from me.
[door opens and closes.]
[Sabrina.]
We can add Ms.
 Wardwell to the list of liars, betrayers, and spies in my life.
[Ambrose.]
It's a lucky thing she was spying on you, cous.
Else, we might all still be trapped in the Batibat's nightmares.
Then again, I sort of am, aren't I? Ambrose? Might I suggest you give the woman the benefit of the doubt? [Sabrina.]
I don't have it in me.
My father deceived me.
- Aunt Zelda deceived me.
Now my teacher? - All right, then.
Get me a bit of her hair and I'll make all her teeth fall out.
I'm not quite sure what to do yet.
One thing's for sure.
I'm gonna wipe all the mirrors in the house clean of Ms.
 Wardwell's spells.
No more spying.
[rock music playing.]
[Harvey gasps.]
[neck cracking.]
You are gutless, boy.
Your soul is filled with fear, and you will die for it.
- What're you still doing awake? - [gasps, sighs.]
- Uh - You okay? Dad'll be pissed if he sees you're up at this hour.
[Harvey.]
Yeah.
Uh [stammers.]
It's nothing.
In that case, 'night, nerd.
[sighs.]
[bottles clink.]
There is no faith in you, girl.
- [Roz screams.]
- So as punishment, you shall be made blind.
[man.]
Rosalind? - [Roz sighs.]
- What's wrong? Nothing.
Uh I just spilled milk.
[rattling.]
[gasps.]
You're an abomination, boy-girl and he will smite you.
[wind whooshes.]
[clicking.]
[bugs chirring outside.]
[door creaking.]
[Jesse breathing heavily.]
- [music playing.]
- [people chattering.]
Um What I lack in experience, I do make up for in enthusiasm.
I, uh, get on with most everyone.
I I love to read.
Um, I love a good chat.
[chuckles.]
I'm a wonderful baker.
And, uh, I have to say I'm a very big fan of yours, Dr.
Cerberus.
I love my horror hosts, you see.
Um Svengoolie, um, Count Gore de Vol, Vampira.
We didn't have them back in England.
But I have quite the assortment on video.
You do know I started out as Greendale's weatherman Weatherman, yeah.
[chuckles.]
Well, nowadays, there's not so much demand for horror hosts.
Uh Oh.
To pay the bills, I opened up this place.
A bookstore for the weird and dispossessed.
May I ask you a question, Hilda? Yes.
How do you feel about wearing a costume while you're working here? [chuckles softly.]
Yeah.
[both chuckle.]
What do you hear? Sister? [heart beating steadily.]
There's a heartbeat.
[sighs.]
Praise Satan.
How long before we can determine its sex? It's still a bit too early in Lady Blackwood's gestation, but I'll collect a urine sample and see what we can find out.
What about blood pressure? Earlier today, she felt faint.
Perhaps you could give us ladies space, so we might conduct this examination more efficiently? It's fine, Faustus.
Take some air.
Very well.
I'll be outside.
[door opens and closes.]
It's a rather trying time for us.
Carrying a Child of Night to term should be the most joyous 13 months in a witch's life.
I agree.
Except two of our children have already been called home by the Dark Lord before their births.
The High Priest told me.
I'm so very sorry.
My husband wants a son, Sister Zelda.
A male heir.
Well we'll know soon enough if it is the Dark Lord's will.
- [Susie.]
It really freaked me out.
- What's going on, guys? What freaked you out, Susie? Susie's uncle is messed up.
Beyond messed up.
He had a breakdown in the mines, and he's been acting crazy ever since.
- He attacked Harvey.
- What? - Attacked you where? - Susie's place.
- That's what I was gonna tell you.
- [Susie.]
My dad called a doctor.
Maybe he should call an exorcist instead.
[Roz chuckles.]
[stammers.]
What What does that mean? I was telling Susie and Roz.
You know that thing I saw in the mines? Jesse saw it, too.
- How do you know? Did he say that? - [Susie.]
He said a lot of crazy stuff.
He said he saw a monster.
And then he said he was gonna eat Harvey's soul.
Point being: Maybe whatever's down there is a a demon and it I don't know, possessed Jesse.
Harvey, come on.
I mean, - is demonic possession even a thing? - [Roz.]
There's something else.
[stammers.]
Um This is gonna sound kind of crazy but I like saw Uncle Jesse in my house last night, and he was saying horrible things to me, about me, and Me, too.
Same.
Maybe it was nightmares.
This wasn't a nightmare, 'Brina.
And Jesse might not be possessed, but he definitely looks like he's possessed.
Well, whatever is wrong with your uncle, Susie, promise me you're not gonna go back in there, okay? Trust me, wild horses couldn't drag me back in there.
[Harvey.]
Sabrina! Wait up! What was that about in the library? You don't believe me? About what I saw in the mines? No, I I believe you saw something, but you were eight.
You were terrified.
- I'm not a coward, Sabrina.
- No, of course not, but - And I know what I saw.
- It could have been anything.
A shadow, or rocks.
I mean What about last night? What about what Roz saw, what Susie saw? What I saw? Isn't it possible it was your imagination? All of our imaginations? - What do you want me to say? - I want you to believe me.
Or at least be honest about what you're thinking.
'Cause it doesn't feel like you are.
Oh, Sabrina.
Do you have a moment? I'd love to continue our conversation from I told you, Ms.
 Wardwell, I'm not interested in any more of your half-truths.
Aunties! We have a big problem! Mephistopheles save us from the melodramatics of a teenage witch.
[Hilda.]
How was school, love? Fine, but Susie's Uncle Jesse has been possessed by a demon.
- Oh? How do you know that, love? - Oh, only all my friends.
While I was at the academy, or maybe while we were dealing with Batibat, Uncle Jesse attacked Harvey.
They had to restrain him.
Sabrina, cases of actual demonic possession are extremely rare, despite what the False God and his propaganda machine would have you believe.
[Hilda.]
Have they called a doctor yet? Because they need to rule out every other possibility first.
Like, epilepsy, or schizophrenia, Tourette's.
Aunties, my mortal friends are talking about demons.
What if they start talking about witches next? - The entire coven could be exposed.
- Who's talking about witches? Give me their names and I'll make sure they stop talking about anything.
Permanently.
It's just terrible when teenagers slip into comas, isn't it, Hilda? [Sabrina.]
Susie is my friend.
I won't leave her in a house with a dangerous, possibly possessed man.
We are not to involve ourselves in mortal affairs, but tell your friend not to touch the inhabited person.
That contact would make them vulnerable to attacks.
[stammers.]
What kind of attacks? Psychological.
Demons prey on your fears, your shame, etcetera.
Harvey, Roz, and Susie had to tie Uncle Jesse up.
They all touched him and they've all had visions or visitations since then.
Get them to bathe in a bit of blessed water from the Sea of Galilee.
That always does the trick.
[chuckles softly.]
[Ambrose.]
Demonic possession? I have loads of books on the subject.
Can you pull them for me? And then stand guard over my body - while I astral-project into Jesse's room? - [laughs.]
Is that the soundest of plans, cousin? The astral plane is treacherous.
And the psychopomps I won't be projecting long enough for the psychopomps to gather, and I need to see Jesse for myself.
I can't very well just walk into his room.
This is the only way.
Plus, if Jesse is possessed, maybe I can find out who the demon is, or what it wants.
Having a name is always helpful.
Besides, this will be good practice for when I go up against the Dark Lord.
[scoffs.]
Damn if you're not getting a bit cocky.
In my astral form, I'll be safe.
I won't have a body for the demon to hurt or enter.
Cousin.
Ambrose, please.
If Jesse Putnam is possessed, he's a soul in torment, imprisoned by demonic forces.
He's not the only one.
I'm imprisoned too, don't forget that.
Jesse's possessed, you're under house arrest.
- That's not the same thing.
- True.
His ordeal will be much shorter than mine.
Ambrose, if I could help you, I would.
If you insist on projecting you do so at your own peril.
[Salem meows.]
[purring.]
Hello.
- Didn't mean to intrude.
- [demon.]
Won't you have a seat? [chair creaking.]
No, thanks.
I'll stand.
Come closer.
There's something about you I can't quite Oh! You're corrupt.
Impure.
But in what way, though? What are you doing here, demon? What do you want? Spoil, debase, and corrupt humans, starting with this vessel.
And when I'm done, I'll move on to your friends, who were impolite and tied me like an animal.
You don't need to stay tied up here.
- You could leave Jesse's body - Leave? Why would I do that? - It's so nice and warm and sinful in here.
- Is that why you chose him? - Was Jesse sinful? - He's a sodomite.
An abomination.
More than anything, Jesse Putnam was convenient.
My possession is his reward for setting me free.
- What's your name? - [neck cracks.]
What's yours? I'm Sabrina Spellman, daughter of High Priest and Conjuror, Edward Spellman.
So you're a witch.
In that case, there's no harm in telling you: I am Maerceci.
Overlord of Gluttony.
Devourer of Flesh.
Demon from the Bowels.
The Putnams don't want you here, Maerceci.
I don't want you here, so leave now, before things get bad for you.
If you think I'm bluffing, I'll happily introduce you to another of your kind that I [roars.]
You're not even here.
How rude.
Did you leave? Maerceci? Jesse? [demon makes a hissing growl.]
[choking.]
[retching, gasping.]
- [Sabrina screams.]
- [Salem meows.]
- [Sabrina coughs.]
- [Salem meows.]
- She's what now? - [Salem meows.]
[Salem yowls.]
[choking.]
[gasping.]
- Cousin! - [grunting.]
Liberate tuteme ex fuga, Sabrina! [gasping, panting.]
It felt like he was slithering down my throat.
How did he do that? How could he touch me? [Ambrose.]
The bugger must be a higher demon.
Some of them can lay hands on your astral body if they find you in the realm.
I don't want to say, "I told you so," but I got his name, Ambrose.
Maerceci.
[Ambrose sighs.]
Mmm.
Can't say it rings any bells.
It's not Euphratean or Mesopotamian.
Maybe I can ask Nicholas Scratch or Father Blackwood.
I mean, - they are demonologists, after all.
- [laughs.]
No need.
Jesse's demon isn't Sumerian at all.
He's just a cheeky bastard with a fondness for wordplay.
[Sabrina.]
Ice cream? [paper crushing.]
Demons have an awful sense of humor.
And can you blame them? They live in hell.
Do you have any other tidbits? He said something about Uncle Jesse setting him free.
Free? From what? Or where? I [Ambrose.]
Cousin? Where are you going? You almost died.
[Ambrose sighs.]
I was wrong, Harvey.
It was wrong of me to dismiss what you said, what you saw.
- I'm sorry.
- I knew there was something fishy - about the way you were acting in school.
- I wasn't lying exactly, I didn't want what you were saying to be true.
But now you admit it might be.
I'm open to the possibility of what you're thinking.
And I I want to go into the mines.
What? To see if I can find some clue as to what might still be affecting Jesse.
If you could get past security by yourself, and that's a big if, you'd never be able to find your way around.
It's like a maze down there.
- Could you draw me a map? - A map? - To what, this isn't The Goonies.
- To where Jesse was working.
Where he was working last before he got sick.
- Could you find out where that was? - I mean, I could ask Tommy.
But, 'Brina, literally anything could happen to you down there.
You could break your ankle, a demon could eat you I'm not afraid.
[demon growling.]
Harvey? You think I'm chicken shit? No, I don't.
- I'm coming with you.
- No.
No, that's not what I want.
I don't care what you want.
I'm not letting you go into the mineshaft, alone, in the dead of night.
Besides, you're gonna need someone to help sneak you in.
[caws.]
[Harvey exhales.]
- If you wanna just wait here - [sighs.]
Hell, no.
[bats screeching.]
- [Harvey.]
What exactly are we looking for? - [Sabrina.]
Um I guess anything that looks strange or dangerous.
You mean like a demon? [chuckles.]
Well, I'm glad you haven't lost your sense of humor, at least.
[low moan on wind.]
Wait, what's [metal squeaks in distance, low creaking.]
Harvey, I think I found something.
[low moan on wind.]
Harvey? Harvey, where are you? Oh! Damn it! [Sabrina grunts.]
[Sabrina gasps.]
Ms.
Wardwell! What are you doing here? Exactly what I promised your father I would do.
I'm looking after you, so you don't come to any harm.
Wait, now you're following me? These are very dangerous mines, Sabrina.
In the old days, it was believed that there were tunnels that burrowed - all the way to - Hell.
Yes, I know the stories.
That's why I'm here.
- [Wardwell.]
Is that a trapping stone? - It's none of your business.
And I thought I made myself clear, but consider this your third and final warning.
Next time, I'm going to have to report you to the High Priest.
- [Harvey shouts.]
Sabrina! 'Brina! - Harvey? Harvey! [shouts.]
Sabrina, wait! I can help! - [Harvey panting.]
- Harvey? Harvey! - Harvey, what is it? - It's here.
I saw it.
Over there.
[panting.]
Harvey, it it's just rocks.
[continues panting.]
- I dunno, maybe I did - Maybe you imagined it, maybe it was real.
And you came down here with me anyway.
And that makes you the bravest, Harvey Kinkle.
[low growling.]
- Can we go? - Absolutely.
- [Sabrina sighs.]
- [Harvey sighs.]
- Did you find anything? - Nothing.
[growling.]
I always figured it would come to this.
[doctor.]
The kind of help your brother needs, Mr.
Putnam, immediate, round-the-clock care that'll be much easier at my facility.
I don't want him suffering.
The last time we spoke, you told me your brother has always had "demons.
" Any specific incidents I should know about? [Putnam.]
There was this one time Jesse liked to put on our mother's dresses.
Us kids would just laugh, you know? But one time, our daddy caught him in the act.
Beat him black and blue.
Well, he quit putting on her dresses after that.
And we always struggled with his, uh you know, sexuality.
His proclivities.
You're the one who's sick, girl-boy.
You're the abomination.
What are you saying all that stuff for, Dad? What happened in the past has nothing to do with what's happening to Uncle Jesse now! - Susie.
- Is this your daughter, Mr.
Putnam? You can't send him off to a loony bin because he put on a dress once.
You don't even know why he did that.
Jesse needs help.
Help we can't give him.
Then I wanna see it.
I wanna see the place where he's gonna go.
Make sure it's Make sure it's okay.
[penlight clicks.]
[father.]
What's the good word, doc? Not much, Reverend.
As with most cases of degenerative myopia, your daughter's vision loss is progressing steadily and rapidly.
[father.]
Last time we were here, you mentioned a surgery? [doctor.]
Yes, a clear lens extraction, but I want to caution you That my chances aren't good.
Are they? - But if there's any chance - Daddy.
- [Roz sighs.]
- Will you give us a minute, doc? Of course.
Take your time.
What is it, baby? Daddy do you think that God could be punishing me? Punishing you for what? You say all the time Grandma Walker went blind because she didn't have faith.
But you're not like her, Rosalind.
You have faith.
[demon growling.]
Do I? I'm not so sure.
[birds chirping.]
[Sabrina chuckles softly.]
Got you, creep.
- Huh? - Apophis.
His name's Apophis.
If we fuse the pieces together, can I trap the demon - like I did the Batibat? - [hissing softly.]
You'll have to get it out of Jesse Putnam first.
[Ambrose flipping through pages.]
Originally, from the time of Homer, the word "demon" was used to describe a being of benevolence.
Of course, that meaning has been perverted by the False Church, and now carries with it connotations of malevolence.
Father Blackwood? Yes, Miss Spellman? - Can witches perform exorcisms? - [girls laugh.]
Miss Spellman, I'm not sure what that question has to do with anything we're discussing in this seminar, but no, witches may not.
Someone tell Sabrina, please, why that is? [Prudence.]
Exorcisms are a Catholic rite in which male priests call upon the False God for assistance to expel demons.
[Faustus.]
Correct.
Now, as I was saying, the ancient Assyrians, particularly, were Yes, Miss Spellman? My friend's uncle is being possessed by a demon, Apophis.
What if this brings unwanted attention to the witches of Greendale? That's not a concern, as possessions involving Apophis rarely last long.
Why is that? [Faustus.]
Apophis is a parasitic demon, also known as the Devouring Worm.
He's feasting on your friend's uncle from the inside out.
If he's alive, he won't be for long.
Then something has to be done, and fast.
[Faustus.]
No need.
As I said, the mortal will be gone soon.
Where does the demon go then, once he's done feasting? I imagine he'll do what all parasites do.
Jump to another warm host.
Usually a body that's already come into contact with Apophis.
That would be my friends.
So if witches can't perform exorcisms, then what can they we do? - Banish this creep? - Some demons can be banished.
More tenacious ones, like the Devouring Worm, would require an exorcism.
Which, again, witches are not allowed or able to perform.
- [bell tolling.]
- [Faustus.]
On that note, class dismissed.
- [Nick.]
Hey.
- [door opens.]
- Wanna talk about it? - What? - [door closes.]
- Whatever's on your mind? - I wish I could, Nick, but I've got - Let me guess friends to save? - Demons to exorcise? - [chuckles.]
You're a rebel, Spellman.
That's how I like my witches.
Nicholas, to be clear, I have a boyfriend.
Yes but you also have two natures.
You go to two schools.
Why not date two guys? I'm down with sharing.
[Hilda.]
How was the academy, love? What are you doing here? Sabrina, please don't be cross with me.
After our encounter in the mines, and having recognized the demon Apophis on that stone, I became concerned that you were putting yourself in danger.
Do my aunties know what you are? I've told them everything.
- And? - I wish I could say we were surprised, but this is just like Edward, isn't it, Hilda? - [Hilda.]
Hmm.
- It's insulting, of course, that he didn't think we'd be up to the task of protecting you ourselves.
- Well, maybe you aren't.
- I beg your pardon? Sabrina has been finding herself in increasingly difficult predicaments since fleeing her Dark Baptism.
- That is a good point.
- Quiet, Hilda.
Aunties, Ms.
 Wardwell.
Jesse Putnam is going to die if we don't do anything! And my friends will be next.
And if I can't get help from the Church of Night, I'll get it from the Catholic church down the road.
Have you lost your mind? Turning to the False Church for help? Has your Aunt Hilda's excommunication taught you nothing? I don't see what choice I have.
Father Blackwood said that there is no exorcism rite for witches to perform.
Actually, it so happens Edward wrote a rite expressly for that purpose.
And how, Ms.
 Wardwell, is that information at all helpful? Always thinking outside the box, Edward.
It so happens, I have a copy of the rite with me.
If Sabrina insists on following this madness through, she should be armed with the proper tools at least.
I'm sorry.
Are you actually suggesting that my niece perform an exorcism? I stopped by Susie's on my way home from the academy.
She and her dad aren't there, so if we act fast - She's determined to, it seems.
- [Zelda.]
You claim that your entire raison d'être is to protect Sabrina.
Well, it is.
And I shall be with her, of course.
And at the first sign of danger, I'll spirit her away.
No.
I won't allow it.
I forbid it.
Aunt Zelda, I'm not asking you for permission.
I'm doing it.
And if Ms.
 Wardwell wants to chaperone me, fine.
But I won't be leaving that room until Jesse Putnam is free.
It's a good thing Edward had me looking after you.
Your aunts, it appears, would have you perform the exorcism alone.
No, not me.
[chuckles.]
I'll go as well.
[Zelda.]
Hilda! Need I remind you the Church of Night expressly forbids performing exorcisms.
Yes, but I'm excommunicated, aren't I? So, really, what have I got to lose? [Zelda.]
Has the entire world gone mad? None of you are ordained.
Unlike the Catholic exorcism, which draws its potency not on the priest performing it, but from the False God, Edward's rite relies on the power of the individual witch challenging the demon, and on the continuum of witches that predates us all.
Well, in that case, Ms.
 Wardwell, what are we waiting for? Sabrina, you can't possibly trust this stranger, can you? I don't see what other choice I have, Aunt Zee.
I ran Lady Blackwood's urine sample for you, Auntie Zee.
Interesting results.
For the love of Satan, what have I done to deserve these women in my life? - You're lucky, I suppose.
- [Zelda huffs.]
I refuse to put the safety of my niece in the hands of a spinster schoolmarm and a British batwit.
[sighs.]
They'll get her killed.
Not if you help her, they won't.
[demon rasping.]
[demon.]
How lovely.
You're back.
And you brought your friends.
Three little piggies, all pink and plump and ripe for eating.
- Hush, demon.
- I went to the mines last night.
And found out your real name.
[all.]
Apophis.
Devouring Worm.
[demon grunts.]
The Putnams could return at any moment.
We should begin.
There's nothing you can do.
- You have no authority over me, witches.
- Speak with a loud, clear voice, Sabrina.
Always.
[demon growling.]
We call forth the witches from the shade.
Those who came before us, and died, so that we might live.
[all.]
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
- [fire whooshes.]
- That's rich.
You're not even a witch, barely a half-witch.
I call forth the powers of Lilith of Aradia, of Morgan le Fay.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
I'm going to eat all your little friends, one by one.
I call on Black Annis, I call on Anne Boleyn.
- I call on the Witch of Endor.
- [fire whooshes.]
[all.]
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
- [gasps.]
- [ropes creaking.]
[thunder crashes.]
I call on Hecate, on Artemis, on Luna to expel this demon.
Expel Apophis.
Return him to the Dark Lord.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
[Sabrina.]
I call on Hildegard of Bingen, I call Marie Laveau.
I call Tituba, I call Mary Bradbury.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
[Sabrina.]
I call Nehman, Badb, Macha.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
[thunder crashes.]
It's not working.
Keep going.
Energies are gathering, you can feel them.
Keep going! Keep going! Keep going! I call Circe, I call Moll Dyer.
[all.]
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
- [screaming.]
- Dirty, unclean mongrel! Don't listen to it.
- Psychological attacks.
- You're a polluted thing.
I call on Juventas, the virgin, on Juno, the mother Your parents died because of you.
Because you're an impure half-breed.
- [thunder rumbles.]
- Lend us your power.
Expel the demon.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
Something's wrong.
I'm not strong enough.
Yes, you are.
I call upon Cybil Leek.
I call upon Priscilla Spellman.
I call upon Francis Spellman.
I call upon Evanora and Locasta Spellman.
Continue, Sabrina.
Come forth, Kindly Ones.
Come forth, Mother of Darkness.
Lend us your power.
Expel the demon Apophis! [all.]
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
[Hilda sighs.]
Thar she blows.
- [demon growling.]
- [witches panting.]
- [grunts and vomits.]
- [witches gasp.]
[pants, stammering.]
Is it Is it over? [Wardwell.]
I don't know.
[demon growling.]
Sabrina, don't.
Apophis, Devouring Worm.
[softly.]
Now what? [demon growling.]
[grunts.]
The stone seal, Sabrina.
- [Sabrina panting.]
- [water splashing.]
And you really don't think it can get back up, Ms.
 Wardwell? Not with that seal in there.
And not in the state it was in.
No, that worm will burrow its way back to hell where it belongs.
What about Uncle Jesse? [Hilda.]
Unconscious.
He'll be weak for a while, I imagine.
But he's alive, thanks to you.
[sighs.]
Thanks to all of us.
Including you, Aunt Zee.
What made you change your mind? The first witch exorcism ever performed.
That seemed like something I should witness first-hand.
If only for educational purposes.
But don't get too big for your britches, Sabrina.
You're grounded.
Grounded? A mortal punishment for interfering with mortal affairs.
Don't know about you three, but I could do with a nice, hot cup of tea.
Oh, yes.
Let's go home.
Ms.
Wardwell, will you join us? [chuckles.]
Oh, no, no.
I've intruded enough for one day.
- I should go.
- I think that's best, yes.
But I'll see you bright and early in the morning for homeroom.
Ms.
Wardwell? Thank you.
[Ambrose.]
Aunties? We have company.
Father Blackwood.
To what do we owe the honor of this visit? It has come to my attention, Sister Zelda, that you, Sabrina, and your excommunicated sister have just performed an unauthorized exorcism.
Word travels fast amongst the damned, it seems.
For the record, I did not inform him.
His Excellency had an inkling and humbled us with a visit.
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't excommunicate the pack of you.
I can give you two.
Earlier today, I received the results of your wife's tests.
Congratulations, Father Blackwood.
Constance is expecting twins.
- Twins? - [Zelda.]
Yes, it's good news.
However, it may be a difficult pregnancy.
Not to worry, though, I'll be tending to her every need.
Unless, of course, you feel I, or any members of my family, are unworthy in some way.
[birds chirping.]
- [Hilda.]
Hey.
What's the matter, love? - Nothing.
Just my melancholia.
- What happened now? - [Ambrose.]
Nothing.
Nothing's happened, which is the problem.
You, Auntie Zee, Sabrina, you three performed an exorcism.
Meantime, I was sat here trapped, doing jack all.
While I was with Father Blackwood, I asked him about commuting my sentence.
He did not give me hope.
Perhaps you could try calling that nice, handsome young lad you dated.
- Luke something or other.
- Luke Chalfant.
[Hilda.]
Hmm.
[Ambrose.]
I have called him.
- Repeatedly.
- Oh.
He hasn't called me back.
[phone ringing.]
Hang on.
Um, sorry.
[sighs deeply.]
[Hilda.]
Spellman Sisters Mortuary, how may I assist you? Oh, Mr.
Putnam! I'm so sorry to hear that.
Yeah.
Of course.
Just come when you can, and we'll be here.
Wait, what happened? Jesse passed.
Sometime during the night.
His His poor heart gave out.
Oh, no.
[sighs.]
I'm so sorry about your uncle, Susie.
Really.
I I can't believe it.
My dad and I visited the place where we were gonna send him.
The asylum.
Honestly, maybe it's better.
He would've rotted in there.
At least At least he's free now.
You know? I guess so.
Susie, I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress before.
[Susie breathes deeply.]
[voice trembles.]
I'm not an abomination, Sabrina, and I won't be one.
What? Of course not.
Why Why are you saying that? Forget it.
It doesn't matter.
[door bell chimes.]
Hi, darling.
What can I get you? I'd like a medium latte, please.
And, um, what's your name? Luke.
- [door bell chimes.]
- [Hilda.]
Uh And your surname? - Chalfant.
- That's brilliant.
[chuckles.]
Coming right up.
Mr.
Luke Chalfant.
"Always prepared," that's the witch's motto.
[Sabrina.]
What does it all matter, Ms.
 Wardwell, if, in the end, I couldn't save Uncle Jesse? But you did.
You saved his soul.
That might not feel like a victory at this point, but it is one.
Apophis ravaged him to the point of death.
With mere hours to spare, you brought him peace.
Made him whole again.
Did I? We've no reason to believe otherwise.
[clapping.]
Bravo, Jesse Putnam, bravo.
You played your part in this passion play beautifully.
And now After your ordeal take comfort in the fact that you served a greater purpose.
Purpose? Well, she had to perform an exorcism on a mortal.
Part of the Dark Lord's grand design.
[Jesse.]
I don't - [stammers.]
Who? - [Wardwell sighs.]
Such a pity you won't be around to see the prophecy fulfilled.
I'm sure it will be apocalyptic.
- But your poor, weak, feeble heart - [Jesse groans.]
couldn't handle the strain, could it? - [groaning continues.]
- [bones cracking.]
[softly.]
It was all just too much for you.
- [bones crack.]
- [groans cease.]
[footsteps receding.]
I just I can't help it.
I feel like I failed.
I mean, how am I ever going to outwit the Dark Lord? Outwit the Dark Lord? Why, Sabrina whatever do you mean? [theme music playing.]
[man.]
Brett, move your head.
[bats fluttering.]
[thunder crashes.]
[crows cawing.]
[lightning sizzles.]
[bats screeching.]
Can I get you something? Some uh - yummy almond - I don't want a snack, Ms.
 Wardwell.
I want answers.
Yes, of course.
Um You asked me what I am, but you know.
I believe you've known for a while.
- You're a - A witch, yes.
- All this time you've been lying to me? - Protecting you.
Trying to.
- Watching you from afar.
- Watching me, how? I used a a scrying spell.
On your mirrors.
It's how I knew you were at the mercy of the Batibat.
You've been spying on me? And my family? Why? No.
I think it's best you answer these questions in front of the High Priest.
Sabrina, please, it was Edward that asked me to look after you.
What do you know about my father? I I was his acolyte.
His student, then his secretary.
When he was High Priest of the Church of Night? Yes.
Please.
I, um I sought him out.
I had been excommunicated from my own coven the Church of Shadows, in New Hampshire.
I'd fallen in love with a mortal, you see, and was engaged to be married.
[chuckles.]
Foolish, but there I was, a witch without a coven.
With no one to understand my plight.
No one, that is, except My father.
I showed up on his doorstep, eager to apprentice with him.
Edward Spellman, who wanted to reform the Church of Night, change its laws so that witches and mortals could marry without stigma.
- He and your mother would be pioneers.
- But then they died.
Their plane crashed.
Before that ill-fated trip, Edward charged me with keeping an eye on you his only daughter.
Is that why you were encouraging me to transfer, because you knew what I was talking about all along? Going to the academy? Getting baptized? Yes.
Precisely.
I don't understand.
If my aunts were taking care of me, why would my father ask you to do the same? He was cautious, overly cautious.
Especially when it came to you, the apple of his eye.
I was to be an invisible, but omnipresent circle of protection around you.
Why would you agree to that? I had fallen in love with him, you see.
- Forgive me, Sabrina.
Please.
- You're just like him, Ms.
 Wardwell.
Keeping secrets from me, manipulating me.
Consider your obligation to the Spellman family done.
From now on, stay away from me.
[door opens and closes.]
[Sabrina.]
We can add Ms.
 Wardwell to the list of liars, betrayers, and spies in my life.
[Ambrose.]
It's a lucky thing she was spying on you, cous.
Else, we might all still be trapped in the Batibat's nightmares.
Then again, I sort of am, aren't I? Ambrose? Might I suggest you give the woman the benefit of the doubt? [Sabrina.]
I don't have it in me.
My father deceived me.
- Aunt Zelda deceived me.
Now my teacher? - All right, then.
Get me a bit of her hair and I'll make all her teeth fall out.
I'm not quite sure what to do yet.
One thing's for sure.
I'm gonna wipe all the mirrors in the house clean of Ms.
 Wardwell's spells.
No more spying.
[rock music playing.]
[Harvey gasps.]
[neck cracking.]
You are gutless, boy.
Your soul is filled with fear, and you will die for it.
- What're you still doing awake? - [gasps, sighs.]
- Uh - You okay? Dad'll be pissed if he sees you're up at this hour.
[Harvey.]
Yeah.
Uh [stammers.]
It's nothing.
In that case, 'night, nerd.
[sighs.]
[bottles clink.]
There is no faith in you, girl.
- [Roz screams.]
- So as punishment, you shall be made blind.
[man.]
Rosalind? - [Roz sighs.]
- What's wrong? Nothing.
Uh I just spilled milk.
[rattling.]
[gasps.]
You're an abomination, boy-girl and he will smite you.
[wind whooshes.]
[clicking.]
[bugs chirring outside.]
[door creaking.]
[Jesse breathing heavily.]
- [music playing.]
- [people chattering.]
Um What I lack in experience, I do make up for in enthusiasm.
I, uh, get on with most everyone.
I I love to read.
Um, I love a good chat.
[chuckles.]
I'm a wonderful baker.
And, uh, I have to say I'm a very big fan of yours, Dr.
Cerberus.
I love my horror hosts, you see.
Um Svengoolie, um, Count Gore de Vol, Vampira.
We didn't have them back in England.
But I have quite the assortment on video.
You do know I started out as Greendale's weatherman Weatherman, yeah.
[chuckles.]
Well, nowadays, there's not so much demand for horror hosts.
Uh Oh.
To pay the bills, I opened up this place.
A bookstore for the weird and dispossessed.
May I ask you a question, Hilda? Yes.
How do you feel about wearing a costume while you're working here? [chuckles softly.]
Yeah.
[both chuckle.]
What do you hear? Sister? [heart beating steadily.]
There's a heartbeat.
[sighs.]
Praise Satan.
How long before we can determine its sex? It's still a bit too early in Lady Blackwood's gestation, but I'll collect a urine sample and see what we can find out.
What about blood pressure? Earlier today, she felt faint.
Perhaps you could give us ladies space, so we might conduct this examination more efficiently? It's fine, Faustus.
Take some air.
Very well.
I'll be outside.
[door opens and closes.]
It's a rather trying time for us.
Carrying a Child of Night to term should be the most joyous 13 months in a witch's life.
I agree.
Except two of our children have already been called home by the Dark Lord before their births.
The High Priest told me.
I'm so very sorry.
My husband wants a son, Sister Zelda.
A male heir.
Well we'll know soon enough if it is the Dark Lord's will.
- [Susie.]
It really freaked me out.
- What's going on, guys? What freaked you out, Susie? Susie's uncle is messed up.
Beyond messed up.
He had a breakdown in the mines, and he's been acting crazy ever since.
- He attacked Harvey.
- What? - Attacked you where? - Susie's place.
- That's what I was gonna tell you.
- [Susie.]
My dad called a doctor.
Maybe he should call an exorcist instead.
[Roz chuckles.]
[stammers.]
What What does that mean? I was telling Susie and Roz.
You know that thing I saw in the mines? Jesse saw it, too.
- How do you know? Did he say that? - [Susie.]
He said a lot of crazy stuff.
He said he saw a monster.
And then he said he was gonna eat Harvey's soul.
Point being: Maybe whatever's down there is a a demon and it I don't know, possessed Jesse.
Harvey, come on.
I mean, - is demonic possession even a thing? - [Roz.]
There's something else.
[stammers.]
Um This is gonna sound kind of crazy but I like saw Uncle Jesse in my house last night, and he was saying horrible things to me, about me, and Me, too.
Same.
Maybe it was nightmares.
This wasn't a nightmare, 'Brina.
And Jesse might not be possessed, but he definitely looks like he's possessed.
Well, whatever is wrong with your uncle, Susie, promise me you're not gonna go back in there, okay? Trust me, wild horses couldn't drag me back in there.
[Harvey.]
Sabrina! Wait up! What was that about in the library? You don't believe me? About what I saw in the mines? No, I I believe you saw something, but you were eight.
You were terrified.
- I'm not a coward, Sabrina.
- No, of course not, but - And I know what I saw.
- It could have been anything.
A shadow, or rocks.
I mean What about last night? What about what Roz saw, what Susie saw? What I saw? Isn't it possible it was your imagination? All of our imaginations? - What do you want me to say? - I want you to believe me.
Or at least be honest about what you're thinking.
'Cause it doesn't feel like you are.
Oh, Sabrina.
Do you have a moment? I'd love to continue our conversation from I told you, Ms.
 Wardwell, I'm not interested in any more of your half-truths.
Aunties! We have a big problem! Mephistopheles save us from the melodramatics of a teenage witch.
[Hilda.]
How was school, love? Fine, but Susie's Uncle Jesse has been possessed by a demon.
- Oh? How do you know that, love? - Oh, only all my friends.
While I was at the academy, or maybe while we were dealing with Batibat, Uncle Jesse attacked Harvey.
They had to restrain him.
Sabrina, cases of actual demonic possession are extremely rare, despite what the False God and his propaganda machine would have you believe.
[Hilda.]
Have they called a doctor yet? Because they need to rule out every other possibility first.
Like, epilepsy, or schizophrenia, Tourette's.
Aunties, my mortal friends are talking about demons.
What if they start talking about witches next? - The entire coven could be exposed.
- Who's talking about witches? Give me their names and I'll make sure they stop talking about anything.
Permanently.
It's just terrible when teenagers slip into comas, isn't it, Hilda? [Sabrina.]
Susie is my friend.
I won't leave her in a house with a dangerous, possibly possessed man.
We are not to involve ourselves in mortal affairs, but tell your friend not to touch the inhabited person.
That contact would make them vulnerable to attacks.
[stammers.]
What kind of attacks? Psychological.
Demons prey on your fears, your shame, etcetera.
Harvey, Roz, and Susie had to tie Uncle Jesse up.
They all touched him and they've all had visions or visitations since then.
Get them to bathe in a bit of blessed water from the Sea of Galilee.
That always does the trick.
[chuckles softly.]
[Ambrose.]
Demonic possession? I have loads of books on the subject.
Can you pull them for me? And then stand guard over my body - while I astral-project into Jesse's room? - [laughs.]
Is that the soundest of plans, cousin? The astral plane is treacherous.
And the psychopomps I won't be projecting long enough for the psychopomps to gather, and I need to see Jesse for myself.
I can't very well just walk into his room.
This is the only way.
Plus, if Jesse is possessed, maybe I can find out who the demon is, or what it wants.
Having a name is always helpful.
Besides, this will be good practice for when I go up against the Dark Lord.
[scoffs.]
Damn if you're not getting a bit cocky.
In my astral form, I'll be safe.
I won't have a body for the demon to hurt or enter.
Cousin.
Ambrose, please.
If Jesse Putnam is possessed, he's a soul in torment, imprisoned by demonic forces.
He's not the only one.
I'm imprisoned too, don't forget that.
Jesse's possessed, you're under house arrest.
- That's not the same thing.
- True.
His ordeal will be much shorter than mine.
Ambrose, if I could help you, I would.
If you insist on projecting you do so at your own peril.
[Salem meows.]
[purring.]
Hello.
- Didn't mean to intrude.
- [demon.]
Won't you have a seat? [chair creaking.]
No, thanks.
I'll stand.
Come closer.
There's something about you I can't quite Oh! You're corrupt.
Impure.
But in what way, though? What are you doing here, demon? What do you want? Spoil, debase, and corrupt humans, starting with this vessel.
And when I'm done, I'll move on to your friends, who were impolite and tied me like an animal.
You don't need to stay tied up here.
- You could leave Jesse's body - Leave? Why would I do that? - It's so nice and warm and sinful in here.
- Is that why you chose him? - Was Jesse sinful? - He's a sodomite.
An abomination.
More than anything, Jesse Putnam was convenient.
My possession is his reward for setting me free.
- What's your name? - [neck cracks.]
What's yours? I'm Sabrina Spellman, daughter of High Priest and Conjuror, Edward Spellman.
So you're a witch.
In that case, there's no harm in telling you: I am Maerceci.
Overlord of Gluttony.
Devourer of Flesh.
Demon from the Bowels.
The Putnams don't want you here, Maerceci.
I don't want you here, so leave now, before things get bad for you.
If you think I'm bluffing, I'll happily introduce you to another of your kind that I [roars.]
You're not even here.
How rude.
Did you leave? Maerceci? Jesse? [demon makes a hissing growl.]
[choking.]
[retching, gasping.]
- [Sabrina screams.]
- [Salem meows.]
- [Sabrina coughs.]
- [Salem meows.]
- She's what now? - [Salem meows.]
[Salem yowls.]
[choking.]
[gasping.]
- Cousin! - [grunting.]
Liberate tuteme ex fuga, Sabrina! [gasping, panting.]
It felt like he was slithering down my throat.
How did he do that? How could he touch me? [Ambrose.]
The bugger must be a higher demon.
Some of them can lay hands on your astral body if they find you in the realm.
I don't want to say, "I told you so," but I got his name, Ambrose.
Maerceci.
[Ambrose sighs.]
Mmm.
Can't say it rings any bells.
It's not Euphratean or Mesopotamian.
Maybe I can ask Nicholas Scratch or Father Blackwood.
I mean, - they are demonologists, after all.
- [laughs.]
No need.
Jesse's demon isn't Sumerian at all.
He's just a cheeky bastard with a fondness for wordplay.
[Sabrina.]
Ice cream? [paper crushing.]
Demons have an awful sense of humor.
And can you blame them? They live in hell.
Do you have any other tidbits? He said something about Uncle Jesse setting him free.
Free? From what? Or where? I [Ambrose.]
Cousin? Where are you going? You almost died.
[Ambrose sighs.]
I was wrong, Harvey.
It was wrong of me to dismiss what you said, what you saw.
- I'm sorry.
- I knew there was something fishy - about the way you were acting in school.
- I wasn't lying exactly, I didn't want what you were saying to be true.
But now you admit it might be.
I'm open to the possibility of what you're thinking.
And I I want to go into the mines.
What? To see if I can find some clue as to what might still be affecting Jesse.
If you could get past security by yourself, and that's a big if, you'd never be able to find your way around.
It's like a maze down there.
- Could you draw me a map? - A map? - To what, this isn't The Goonies.
- To where Jesse was working.
Where he was working last before he got sick.
- Could you find out where that was? - I mean, I could ask Tommy.
But, 'Brina, literally anything could happen to you down there.
You could break your ankle, a demon could eat you I'm not afraid.
[demon growling.]
Harvey? You think I'm chicken shit? No, I don't.
- I'm coming with you.
- No.
No, that's not what I want.
I don't care what you want.
I'm not letting you go into the mineshaft, alone, in the dead of night.
Besides, you're gonna need someone to help sneak you in.
[caws.]
[Harvey exhales.]
- If you wanna just wait here - [sighs.]
Hell, no.
[bats screeching.]
- [Harvey.]
What exactly are we looking for? - [Sabrina.]
Um I guess anything that looks strange or dangerous.
You mean like a demon? [chuckles.]
Well, I'm glad you haven't lost your sense of humor, at least.
[low moan on wind.]
Wait, what's [metal squeaks in distance, low creaking.]
Harvey, I think I found something.
[low moan on wind.]
Harvey? Harvey, where are you? Oh! Damn it! [Sabrina grunts.]
[Sabrina gasps.]
Ms.
Wardwell! What are you doing here? Exactly what I promised your father I would do.
I'm looking after you, so you don't come to any harm.
Wait, now you're following me? These are very dangerous mines, Sabrina.
In the old days, it was believed that there were tunnels that burrowed - all the way to - Hell.
Yes, I know the stories.
That's why I'm here.
- [Wardwell.]
Is that a trapping stone? - It's none of your business.
And I thought I made myself clear, but consider this your third and final warning.
Next time, I'm going to have to report you to the High Priest.
- [Harvey shouts.]
Sabrina! 'Brina! - Harvey? Harvey! [shouts.]
Sabrina, wait! I can help! - [Harvey panting.]
- Harvey? Harvey! - Harvey, what is it? - It's here.
I saw it.
Over there.
[panting.]
Harvey, it it's just rocks.
[continues panting.]
- I dunno, maybe I did - Maybe you imagined it, maybe it was real.
And you came down here with me anyway.
And that makes you the bravest, Harvey Kinkle.
[low growling.]
- Can we go? - Absolutely.
- [Sabrina sighs.]
- [Harvey sighs.]
- Did you find anything? - Nothing.
[growling.]
I always figured it would come to this.
[doctor.]
The kind of help your brother needs, Mr.
Putnam, immediate, round-the-clock care that'll be much easier at my facility.
I don't want him suffering.
The last time we spoke, you told me your brother has always had "demons.
" Any specific incidents I should know about? [Putnam.]
There was this one time Jesse liked to put on our mother's dresses.
Us kids would just laugh, you know? But one time, our daddy caught him in the act.
Beat him black and blue.
Well, he quit putting on her dresses after that.
And we always struggled with his, uh you know, sexuality.
His proclivities.
You're the one who's sick, girl-boy.
You're the abomination.
What are you saying all that stuff for, Dad? What happened in the past has nothing to do with what's happening to Uncle Jesse now! - Susie.
- Is this your daughter, Mr.
Putnam? You can't send him off to a loony bin because he put on a dress once.
You don't even know why he did that.
Jesse needs help.
Help we can't give him.
Then I wanna see it.
I wanna see the place where he's gonna go.
Make sure it's Make sure it's okay.
[penlight clicks.]
[father.]
What's the good word, doc? Not much, Reverend.
As with most cases of degenerative myopia, your daughter's vision loss is progressing steadily and rapidly.
[father.]
Last time we were here, you mentioned a surgery? [doctor.]
Yes, a clear lens extraction, but I want to caution you That my chances aren't good.
Are they? - But if there's any chance - Daddy.
- [Roz sighs.]
- Will you give us a minute, doc? Of course.
Take your time.
What is it, baby? Daddy do you think that God could be punishing me? Punishing you for what? You say all the time Grandma Walker went blind because she didn't have faith.
But you're not like her, Rosalind.
You have faith.
[demon growling.]
Do I? I'm not so sure.
[birds chirping.]
[Sabrina chuckles softly.]
Got you, creep.
- Huh? - Apophis.
His name's Apophis.
If we fuse the pieces together, can I trap the demon - like I did the Batibat? - [hissing softly.]
You'll have to get it out of Jesse Putnam first.
[Ambrose flipping through pages.]
Originally, from the time of Homer, the word "demon" was used to describe a being of benevolence.
Of course, that meaning has been perverted by the False Church, and now carries with it connotations of malevolence.
Father Blackwood? Yes, Miss Spellman? - Can witches perform exorcisms? - [girls laugh.]
Miss Spellman, I'm not sure what that question has to do with anything we're discussing in this seminar, but no, witches may not.
Someone tell Sabrina, please, why that is? [Prudence.]
Exorcisms are a Catholic rite in which male priests call upon the False God for assistance to expel demons.
[Faustus.]
Correct.
Now, as I was saying, the ancient Assyrians, particularly, were Yes, Miss Spellman? My friend's uncle is being possessed by a demon, Apophis.
What if this brings unwanted attention to the witches of Greendale? That's not a concern, as possessions involving Apophis rarely last long.
Why is that? [Faustus.]
Apophis is a parasitic demon, also known as the Devouring Worm.
He's feasting on your friend's uncle from the inside out.
If he's alive, he won't be for long.
Then something has to be done, and fast.
[Faustus.]
No need.
As I said, the mortal will be gone soon.
Where does the demon go then, once he's done feasting? I imagine he'll do what all parasites do.
Jump to another warm host.
Usually a body that's already come into contact with Apophis.
That would be my friends.
So if witches can't perform exorcisms, then what can they we do? - Banish this creep? - Some demons can be banished.
More tenacious ones, like the Devouring Worm, would require an exorcism.
Which, again, witches are not allowed or able to perform.
- [bell tolling.]
- [Faustus.]
On that note, class dismissed.
- [Nick.]
Hey.
- [door opens.]
- Wanna talk about it? - What? - [door closes.]
- Whatever's on your mind? - I wish I could, Nick, but I've got - Let me guess friends to save? - Demons to exorcise? - [chuckles.]
You're a rebel, Spellman.
That's how I like my witches.
Nicholas, to be clear, I have a boyfriend.
Yes but you also have two natures.
You go to two schools.
Why not date two guys? I'm down with sharing.
[Hilda.]
How was the academy, love? What are you doing here? Sabrina, please don't be cross with me.
After our encounter in the mines, and having recognized the demon Apophis on that stone, I became concerned that you were putting yourself in danger.
Do my aunties know what you are? I've told them everything.
- And? - I wish I could say we were surprised, but this is just like Edward, isn't it, Hilda? - [Hilda.]
Hmm.
- It's insulting, of course, that he didn't think we'd be up to the task of protecting you ourselves.
- Well, maybe you aren't.
- I beg your pardon? Sabrina has been finding herself in increasingly difficult predicaments since fleeing her Dark Baptism.
- That is a good point.
- Quiet, Hilda.
Aunties, Ms.
 Wardwell.
Jesse Putnam is going to die if we don't do anything! And my friends will be next.
And if I can't get help from the Church of Night, I'll get it from the Catholic church down the road.
Have you lost your mind? Turning to the False Church for help? Has your Aunt Hilda's excommunication taught you nothing? I don't see what choice I have.
Father Blackwood said that there is no exorcism rite for witches to perform.
Actually, it so happens Edward wrote a rite expressly for that purpose.
And how, Ms.
 Wardwell, is that information at all helpful? Always thinking outside the box, Edward.
It so happens, I have a copy of the rite with me.
If Sabrina insists on following this madness through, she should be armed with the proper tools at least.
I'm sorry.
Are you actually suggesting that my niece perform an exorcism? I stopped by Susie's on my way home from the academy.
She and her dad aren't there, so if we act fast - She's determined to, it seems.
- [Zelda.]
You claim that your entire raison d'être is to protect Sabrina.
Well, it is.
And I shall be with her, of course.
And at the first sign of danger, I'll spirit her away.
No.
I won't allow it.
I forbid it.
Aunt Zelda, I'm not asking you for permission.
I'm doing it.
And if Ms.
 Wardwell wants to chaperone me, fine.
But I won't be leaving that room until Jesse Putnam is free.
It's a good thing Edward had me looking after you.
Your aunts, it appears, would have you perform the exorcism alone.
No, not me.
[chuckles.]
I'll go as well.
[Zelda.]
Hilda! Need I remind you the Church of Night expressly forbids performing exorcisms.
Yes, but I'm excommunicated, aren't I? So, really, what have I got to lose? [Zelda.]
Has the entire world gone mad? None of you are ordained.
Unlike the Catholic exorcism, which draws its potency not on the priest performing it, but from the False God, Edward's rite relies on the power of the individual witch challenging the demon, and on the continuum of witches that predates us all.
Well, in that case, Ms.
 Wardwell, what are we waiting for? Sabrina, you can't possibly trust this stranger, can you? I don't see what other choice I have, Aunt Zee.
I ran Lady Blackwood's urine sample for you, Auntie Zee.
Interesting results.
For the love of Satan, what have I done to deserve these women in my life? - You're lucky, I suppose.
- [Zelda huffs.]
I refuse to put the safety of my niece in the hands of a spinster schoolmarm and a British batwit.
[sighs.]
They'll get her killed.
Not if you help her, they won't.
[demon rasping.]
[demon.]
How lovely.
You're back.
And you brought your friends.
Three little piggies, all pink and plump and ripe for eating.
- Hush, demon.
- I went to the mines last night.
And found out your real name.
[all.]
Apophis.
Devouring Worm.
[demon grunts.]
The Putnams could return at any moment.
We should begin.
There's nothing you can do.
- You have no authority over me, witches.
- Speak with a loud, clear voice, Sabrina.
Always.
[demon growling.]
We call forth the witches from the shade.
Those who came before us, and died, so that we might live.
[all.]
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
- [fire whooshes.]
- That's rich.
You're not even a witch, barely a half-witch.
I call forth the powers of Lilith of Aradia, of Morgan le Fay.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
I'm going to eat all your little friends, one by one.
I call on Black Annis, I call on Anne Boleyn.
- I call on the Witch of Endor.
- [fire whooshes.]
[all.]
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
- [gasps.]
- [ropes creaking.]
[thunder crashes.]
I call on Hecate, on Artemis, on Luna to expel this demon.
Expel Apophis.
Return him to the Dark Lord.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
[Sabrina.]
I call on Hildegard of Bingen, I call Marie Laveau.
I call Tituba, I call Mary Bradbury.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
[Sabrina.]
I call Nehman, Badb, Macha.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
[thunder crashes.]
It's not working.
Keep going.
Energies are gathering, you can feel them.
Keep going! Keep going! Keep going! I call Circe, I call Moll Dyer.
[all.]
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
- [screaming.]
- Dirty, unclean mongrel! Don't listen to it.
- Psychological attacks.
- You're a polluted thing.
I call on Juventas, the virgin, on Juno, the mother Your parents died because of you.
Because you're an impure half-breed.
- [thunder rumbles.]
- Lend us your power.
Expel the demon.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
Something's wrong.
I'm not strong enough.
Yes, you are.
I call upon Cybil Leek.
I call upon Priscilla Spellman.
I call upon Francis Spellman.
I call upon Evanora and Locasta Spellman.
Continue, Sabrina.
Come forth, Kindly Ones.
Come forth, Mother of Darkness.
Lend us your power.
Expel the demon Apophis! [all.]
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
Visit us, Sisters.
Intercede on our behalf.
[Hilda sighs.]
Thar she blows.
- [demon growling.]
- [witches panting.]
- [grunts and vomits.]
- [witches gasp.]
[pants, stammering.]
Is it Is it over? [Wardwell.]
I don't know.
[demon growling.]
Sabrina, don't.
Apophis, Devouring Worm.
[softly.]
Now what? [demon growling.]
[grunts.]
The stone seal, Sabrina.
- [Sabrina panting.]
- [water splashing.]
And you really don't think it can get back up, Ms.
 Wardwell? Not with that seal in there.
And not in the state it was in.
No, that worm will burrow its way back to hell where it belongs.
What about Uncle Jesse? [Hilda.]
Unconscious.
He'll be weak for a while, I imagine.
But he's alive, thanks to you.
[sighs.]
Thanks to all of us.
Including you, Aunt Zee.
What made you change your mind? The first witch exorcism ever performed.
That seemed like something I should witness first-hand.
If only for educational purposes.
But don't get too big for your britches, Sabrina.
You're grounded.
Grounded? A mortal punishment for interfering with mortal affairs.
Don't know about you three, but I could do with a nice, hot cup of tea.
Oh, yes.
Let's go home.
Ms.
Wardwell, will you join us? [chuckles.]
Oh, no, no.
I've intruded enough for one day.
- I should go.
- I think that's best, yes.
But I'll see you bright and early in the morning for homeroom.
Ms.
Wardwell? Thank you.
[Ambrose.]
Aunties? We have company.
Father Blackwood.
To what do we owe the honor of this visit? It has come to my attention, Sister Zelda, that you, Sabrina, and your excommunicated sister have just performed an unauthorized exorcism.
Word travels fast amongst the damned, it seems.
For the record, I did not inform him.
His Excellency had an inkling and humbled us with a visit.
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't excommunicate the pack of you.
I can give you two.
Earlier today, I received the results of your wife's tests.
Congratulations, Father Blackwood.
Constance is expecting twins.
- Twins? - [Zelda.]
Yes, it's good news.
However, it may be a difficult pregnancy.
Not to worry, though, I'll be tending to her every need.
Unless, of course, you feel I, or any members of my family, are unworthy in some way.
[birds chirping.]
- [Hilda.]
Hey.
What's the matter, love? - Nothing.
Just my melancholia.
- What happened now? - [Ambrose.]
Nothing.
Nothing's happened, which is the problem.
You, Auntie Zee, Sabrina, you three performed an exorcism.
Meantime, I was sat here trapped, doing jack all.
While I was with Father Blackwood, I asked him about commuting my sentence.
He did not give me hope.
Perhaps you could try calling that nice, handsome young lad you dated.
- Luke something or other.
- Luke Chalfant.
[Hilda.]
Hmm.
[Ambrose.]
I have called him.
- Repeatedly.
- Oh.
He hasn't called me back.
[phone ringing.]
Hang on.
Um, sorry.
[sighs deeply.]
[Hilda.]
Spellman Sisters Mortuary, how may I assist you? Oh, Mr.
Putnam! I'm so sorry to hear that.
Yeah.
Of course.
Just come when you can, and we'll be here.
Wait, what happened? Jesse passed.
Sometime during the night.
His His poor heart gave out.
Oh, no.
[sighs.]
I'm so sorry about your uncle, Susie.
Really.
I I can't believe it.
My dad and I visited the place where we were gonna send him.
The asylum.
Honestly, maybe it's better.
He would've rotted in there.
At least At least he's free now.
You know? I guess so.
Susie, I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress before.
[Susie breathes deeply.]
[voice trembles.]
I'm not an abomination, Sabrina, and I won't be one.
What? Of course not.
Why Why are you saying that? Forget it.
It doesn't matter.
[door bell chimes.]
Hi, darling.
What can I get you? I'd like a medium latte, please.
And, um, what's your name? Luke.
- [door bell chimes.]
- [Hilda.]
Uh And your surname? - Chalfant.
- That's brilliant.
[chuckles.]
Coming right up.
Mr.
Luke Chalfant.
"Always prepared," that's the witch's motto.
[Sabrina.]
What does it all matter, Ms.
 Wardwell, if, in the end, I couldn't save Uncle Jesse? But you did.
You saved his soul.
That might not feel like a victory at this point, but it is one.
Apophis ravaged him to the point of death.
With mere hours to spare, you brought him peace.
Made him whole again.
Did I? We've no reason to believe otherwise.
[clapping.]
Bravo, Jesse Putnam, bravo.
You played your part in this passion play beautifully.
And now After your ordeal take comfort in the fact that you served a greater purpose.
Purpose? Well, she had to perform an exorcism on a mortal.
Part of the Dark Lord's grand design.
[Jesse.]
I don't - [stammers.]
Who? - [Wardwell sighs.]
Such a pity you won't be around to see the prophecy fulfilled.
I'm sure it will be apocalyptic.
- But your poor, weak, feeble heart - [Jesse groans.]
couldn't handle the strain, could it? - [groaning continues.]
- [bones cracking.]
[softly.]
It was all just too much for you.
- [bones crack.]
- [groans cease.]
[footsteps receding.]
I just I can't help it.
I feel like I failed.
I mean, how am I ever going to outwit the Dark Lord? Outwit the Dark Lord? Why, Sabrina whatever do you mean? [theme music playing.]
[man.]
Brett, move your head.