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That's nasty!
Oh, for the love of Lucifer, Hilda, will you please calm down?
Sorry. It's just it's rather good.
Saucy.
There's only one book you should be reading, sister,
in light of your excommunication.
Our Dark Lord's Satanic Bible.
It's nice to have Sabrina back home, isn't it?
I missed her terribly.
If Sabrina's three-day absence so affected you,
perhaps your life could do with some more purpose.
Actually, now that you mention it,
I have been thinking about applying for a job at the bookstore in town.
Dr. Cerberus's bookstore.
You mean that hovel run by that lunatic trash-peddler
- who dresses up like a vampire? - Yeah.
And what about your duties here, at the mortuary?
For Satan's sake, Zelda, must you be negative about every idea I have?
Honestly! Sometimes, it just makes me want to...
Sabrina?
Wha... What's the matter?
When I solved the puzzle, the Acheron Configuration,
it set a demon free, and now it's loose.
- What kind of demon? - In the house?
I don't know, a demon-demon. A scary demon.
Calm down.
If the entity came out of the Acheron Configuration,
it can be put back into the Configuration.
Where is it? The puzzle box?
- I must've left it in my room. - Spellmans.
Well, this is simply perfect.
Come on.
Follow me. Quickly!
Quickly. Downstairs.
Sabrina, what the devil is going on?
Not the devil, Ambrose, a demon!
- In the house! - What do you mean "a demon"?
What kind of demon?
Whatever kind it is, we have protocols in place.
- We do? - We seal the house to contain the entity,
to prevent it from escaping into the world,
where it would cause rampant, wanton chaos.
- Oh, right. - That's right.
Okay, let's do this.
Ex spiritibus enim sie te aeris.
Qui Omnipotentiam Tuam parcendo clavem ad.
Ostium ligate Diabolum hunc!
Hoc captionem, et daemonium ab grandus cincinno.
Spellmans.
You're his family, aren't you?
My captor's kin.
You smell like Spellmans.
Know this, demon.
Our house is sealed with an incantation we, and only we, know.
If you harm us, you'll never escape it.
Another prison?
No, no, no!
Edward Spellman imprisoned me in the Acheron puzzle for 70 years.
I'll not be caged again!
What do you want, Hellspawn?
First, revenge on the family of Edward Spellman.
- Did you have to ask, love? - And then, freedom,
so I may fill the world with my sublime nightmares.
I don't understand. Nightmares?
It's a sleep demon!
Zelda, if it puts us to sleep, we're at its mercy.
Thank you for stating the obvious, Hilda, but not to worry.
It won't get the chance to.
Aunt Zelda, whatever you're about to do, do it fast.
Turpis et infernis in terris pariunt.
Adiuro vos tamen hoc graecas munus.
And that is how you trap a demon.
A nice pot of calming tea might help soothe all our nerves.
My nerves are perfectly fine, sister.
Which is more than I can say for you lot.
Running around like headless chickens.
At least this means Father Blackwood has to let me into conjuring class now, right?
I mean, I solved the Configuration.
And learned a valuable lesson, I hope.
Never open a magic box if you don't know what's inside it.
One thing I don't understand.
Why would my father trap a demon inside of it?
Uh... Your father suffered from terrible insomnia.
He always said it was a sleep demon tormenting him.
All those years, I assumed he was speaking metaphorically,
but clearly not.
And clearly, he got the better of it.
Surely, he must have known the Configuration would be opened one day?
Or, perhaps, he never imagined that anyone would be canny enough
to solve his puzzle.
My mom was the key.
Hmm?
A sketch of her in one of Dad's journals gave me the clue to unlock it.
Witches couldn't solve it, but a half-witch could.
Oh... Oh, that's marvelous, isn't it Zelds?
Yes, it's divine that Sabrina's duality almost got us killed.
Right.
Okay, well let's... let's finish our tea and call it a night, shall we?
Have a little foxglove to help me sleep.
Snug as a bug in a rug.
Auntie Hilda, what would have happened if we hadn't re-trapped the demon?
I mean, we... wouldn't even be aware of this,
but... I imagine she would've lulled us to sleep,
separated us so that our dreams don't cross over,
and then plagued us with horrific nightmares.
Wh...
- Why? - Oh, so she could torture us
until one of us broke ranks to unseal the house and set her free.
But I don't want you to think of such sinister things before bed.
Good night, my darling.
Dream of sweet kisses...
and a world full of love and joy.
With no darkness, no shadows.
At least, not at first.
Batibat, is that you?
Who...?
You know me. Look closer.
- Mother of Demons. - That's right.
You abandoned me, Mother.
You left me to rot inside the Configuration.
Do not harm a hair on that child's head.
The spawn of Spellman have sealed me in this house,
no one in or out, not even you.
And so, I shall plunder their minds and orchestrate a symphony of nightmares
until one of them cracks like an egg
and tells me the spell that unlocks this house.
And then, Demon Mother...
I will slaughter them,
one... by... one.
I'm warning you.
A familiar.
Can't have that on the loose.
- Here, kitty, kitty... - Batibat?
The Dark Lord forbids it. I forbid it.
Here, kitty, kitty...
What is your problem?
Heard you're thinking about running for Prom Queen.
A piece of friendly advice, Spellman?
Don't.
No half-breed's gonna represent Baxter High up on that stage.
That crown will be ours.
Ignore them, they're just jealous.
Because I'm the daughter of a High Priest?
Because of how beautiful you are, Sabrina.
How effortlessly charming, how funny...
how infuriatingly right you always seem to be.
Speaking of prom, I was going to ask you...
Sabrina! Hey, guys.
What's up, Nick?
'Sup, Kinkle?
Can I talk to you in private? It's pretty important.
I've been thinking...
before too much longer,
we're gonna be applying to colleges, and who knows where we're gonna end up,
- maybe at different schools. - Wait.
Are you breaking up with me?
What? No!
No. You're my everything.
I never want to lose you.
That's why...
Oh, my God.
Sabrina Spellman...
will you marry me?
Don't do it, Sabrina.
You're a witch, he's a mortal.
Worlds that are, and will always be, diametrically opposed.
But Mom and Dad...
Flouted convention, and where are they now?
They're both D-E-A-D. Dead.
What about that nice, handsome warlock, Nicholas Scratch?
We're barely friends, we just met.
How much do you love Harvey?
Do you love him as much as your father did your mother?
I think I do.
Well, if that is the case, then you must be honest with him.
If he truly loves you, he will accept you for what you are.
Marry him at your peril, niece, but also hear this:
Your attempts to conciliate your duality will only bring you pain and suffering.
Harvey?
Sabrina, what are you doing?
It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding.
I know. But things are moving so fast, and...
there's something I need to tell you.
And... it's either now or forever hold my peace,
and that-that-that wouldn't be fair to you.
You're shaking. What is it?
Harvey... I'm a witch.
Why am I suddenly having a strange sense of déjà vu?
Because I told you once. In the woods. And then I made you forget.
Huh!
What's funny is, I think...
a part of me always remembered...
even after you made me forget.
Should I not have told you?
I love you, Sabrina.
I always have, and I always will.
But is that enough?
- Your family isn't even coming tonight. - Dad and Tommy are busy in the mines.
We're not doing this for them.
Marry me...
and I will make you the happiest woman...
and witch... of all time.
You look stunning.
I mean, seriously.
I'm stunned.
Nick, you should be in the parlor with everyone else.
Listen, it's not too late to run.
- What are you talking about? - You and me.
A witch and warlock. How it should be.
We can hop on this broom and fly off and never look back.
I couldn't do that to Harvey.
He loves me.
He knows what I am and he loves me.
Thank you, Daddy.
Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses
to join this witch and this mortal in the bonds of holy,
and unholy, matrimony.
If any person can show just cause
as to why these two should not be joined together,
let them speak now or forever hold their peace.
Stop!
Stop the wedding!
Why, Sabrina? Why did you have to tell me?
Harvey! Harvey!
It would've been fine if you just hadn't told me.
Kill the witch, Harvey!
- Kill the witch! - Kill her!
- Witch! Kill the witch! - Kill the witch!
Kill her, Harvey!
Stop! What are you doing?
"Thou shall not suffer a witch to live."
Poor Spellman.
Rejected, tortured, by the mortals you so love.
Tell me, does it hurt?
Are you in agony?
Please! Please let me out!
But of course, my sweet.
Tell me the spell that unseals this house.
No. No! I won't!
Not now, perhaps, but soon.
I'll be listening for your cries.
Kill the witch! Kill the witch!
Kill the witch!
Here, kitty, kitty...
I won't hurt you, kitty cat.
Where are you, kitty cat?
Here, kitty, kitty... That's all it takes, isn't it?
Humdrum little thing you are.
Oh, Ambrose, there you are.
We've just had a body arrive.
Down in the morgue. A young lad. Brutally stabbed to death, by all reports.
- Really? - Hmm.
- By a spurned, jealous lover? - No, nothing like that.
The victim was a tragic shut-in.
Lived alone, poor creature.
No friends, no one to mourn him, no one to miss him.
Come on.
Oh.
He's handsome, don't you reckon?
Oh, it's always sadder when they're handsome, isn't it?
- Don't know why that is, but it is. - Um...
Does he not remind you of anyone, Auntie?
Uh, no, I don't think... Should he?
Anyway, I'm off to Sabrina's parent-teacher conference,
so, uh, I'll leave you to do the autopsy.
♪ Stars shining bright above you... ♪
Alas, poor Ambrose.
I knew him well.
"A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy."
Tell me...
what did you do?
What was it all for, your life?
Did you love?
And were you loved in return?
Does it matter?
Any of it?
Ashes to ashes, dust to...
Ambrose. Whatever were you doing?
Now that you've done it, how does it taste, your heart?
Bitter.
Well, never mind all that. The High Priest has come to see you,
so clean yourself up and get upstairs, chop-chop.
♪ But in your dreams, whatever they be ♪
♪ Dream a little dream of me ♪
Oh! I'm so sorry! I...
- Uh, can I help you, madam? - Uh...
I'm looking for someone.
Not you.
You... You're lost, then?
Yes.
I believe I'm...
in the wrong nightmare.
This afternoon I chaired a meeting of the Infernal Parole Board.
We reviewed the charges brought against you by the Church of Night,
under the stewardship of...
Edward Spellman.
I... I don't understand, Your Excellency. What are you saying?
I'm saying that the hex that keeps you imprisoned in this house,
Brother Ambrose, is, as of this moment, broken.
I'm free?
I'm finally free.
Inside this,
you'll find all the money you need for expenses and such...
new clothes.
There is a car waiting outside to take you to the airport.
- Love you. - Love you too.
He's handsome, don't you reckon?
- Does he not remind you of anyone, Auntie? - Um?
No. Should he?
No. Anyway...
I'm off to Sabrina's parent-teacher conference,
so, uh, I'll leave you to do the autopsy.
Auntie, wait! What's happening? Don't... Don't leave me.
No, no, no... No!
Poor, pitiable creature.
Trapped in existential solitude, forever and ever.
Tell me the spell that unlocks the house and I'll end your lonely torment.
No! No! Auntie Hilda!
Come back! Aunt Hilda!
She's gone.
But I'll be back, when your will is gone and your tongue is loose.
Help! Please!
It will be you, I think, that breaks first.
You...
or the bubbly one.
Oh!
Spellman Sisters Mortuary, how may I help you?
Oh!
But of course, Principal Hawthorne...
...I'll be there straight away! Ta!
I have a confession to make, Ms. Spellman.
I didn't, uh, invite you in today to discuss Sabrina.
That was, uh...
wily subterfuge on my part.
Oh, so she's not in trouble?
Oh, far from it. No.
Oh.
Sabrina is a model pupil. And I have wanted to say to you,
I so admire how involved you are in her life.
I try to be.
My sister, Zelda, she couldn't really care less
about Sabrina's more traditional education,
but I would like my niece to be well-rounded.
Indeed.
Well-rounded.
Much like her Aunt Hilda.
Come again?
I am looking for Sabrina. Have either of you...
seen her?
Not for ages.
And as you can see, uh, Ms. Wardwell,
we are right in the middle of a tête-à-tête, so...
I'll let you get back to it, then.
You were saying, Mr. Hawthorne?
Please call me George.
George.
And you...
Please, please...
Please, will you allow me to cook for you this evening?
Cook?
For...?
No one's ever cooked for me before.
- Does he know you're a virgin? - What do you think of this one?
Vile.
If you have nothing nice to say,
then please, please, stay out of the way tonight.
First floor, off-limits.
You do realize you're going to have to put out.
That's the only way you'll ever hold his interest.
Please, just...
...help me pick it out because I want to look my best.
Good luck. You know what they say:
"You can't polish a turd."
Devil's Hooves, Zelda, be supportive for once!
Don't you take that tone with me.
You never want me to be happy, do you?
You've never wanted me to live my life. I'm sick to death of it!
I'm sick to death of being the put upon one.
I'm sick of being treated like dirt by my own flesh and blood.
I'm sick of being the afterthought, the joke.
You'll never be happy, Hilda.
Because who could love you?
Uh...
Yeah.
That's much better.
For years she's been putting me down
and holding me back and...
...and telling me I'm no good.
Oh! And killing me, literally...
...and metaphorically.
But she's not gonna do it anymore. Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm. Insufferable bitch.
This is nice!
I'm so sorry. I've just been going on about Zelda.
Zelda, Zelda, Zelda, Zelda...
Tell me about you.
Do you have any siblings?
I had a brother.
But, uh... he was stillborn.
Mmm.
I'm so sorry. That's awful.
I mourn the man he could have been.
To you...
dear, sweet...
voluptuous Hilda.
♪ Stars shining bright above you... ♪
Here's to us, Mr. Haw...
George.
I'm as pissed as a fart!
Watch your step.
Oh, I haven't been this drunk, you know, since...
...Queen Victoria's coronation.
I woke... woke up on the banks of the Thames.
Naked.
I think I'm going to be a little bit sick.
Wait. I'm going to do this.
Sleep tight, my angel, my salvation.
Mother said I was such a naughty boy because...
I absorbed him, you see.
In the womb.
Ate him.
My very own brother.
Gobbled him up like a greedy little piggy.
I've carried this burden with me all of my life.
The terror of...
of not knowing if I would ever find love...
and... and connection.
But then...
it turned out all I needed to do was meet someone who was just the same as me.
And him.
Hilda...
I'd like you to...
meet my brother, Bob.
No!
Oh, poor Hilda.
Tell me the spell that unlocks this house...
and I'll separate you from your dark half.
"But of the fruit of the tree, in the garden,
the False God said, "Ye shall not eat of it,
neither shall ye touch it, lest ye shall die."
But, did Eve die when she ate the fruit, children?
No.
No. Of course not.
The False God lied to Eve,
because he desired to keep her naked and ignorant in his garden.
But our Lord Satan,
inhabiting a snake,
gave Eve knowledge, and set her free.
Sister Zelda.
We bring you news from the Nine Circles.
Our Dark Lord has chosen your house for a special honor.
Once a year, he assumes the shape of man
to visit his most devout disciples,
and break bread with them.
This year, Our Dark Lord
has chosen you and your sister for that distinction.
He will honor you with his presence at dinner...
tonight.
Hilda! Oh, Hilda!
Yeah?
The Dark Lord is dining with us!
Tonight! Can you imagine?
Aw!
I'll lay on my vegetable pie then. That's always a winner.
Not for the Dark Lord, sister.
He's an avowed carnivore.
Oh. Pity we don't have time to fatten a calf.
Should I nip to the butcher's and see if he can give me a roast?
No need.
There's a choice morsel close at hand.
Isn't that right, Fergus?
Get that, won't you?
Dark Lord!
Now, then.
What have you prepared for me, daughter Hilda?
Oh! It's a vegetable pie, Dark Lord.
Does it contain onions?
No, Dark Lord. I know you don't like onions.
Hmm.
And what have you prepared for me, daughter Zelda?
I've made your favorite, Dark Lord.
Is this a Christian child or a Child of Night you've cooked?
It was the plumpest child I could find, Dark Lord.
But... he... he was a Child of Night.
And with our numbers depleted, daughter Zelda?
But isn't roast child your favorite dish, Dark Lord?
I will only eat one dish tonight.
Hilda's vegetable pie.
Shall we eat, then?
Let me serve you, Dark Lord.
And what a vivacious servant you are.
Rest assured, I have a place...
I'll keep my fingers crossed.
Oh.
This is the finest vegetable pie I have ever eaten.
As succulent as its cook.
You are very, very naughty, Dark Lord.
Tell me, Hilda...
would you indulge me... in a dance?
♪ Dream a little dream of me ♪
♪ Say night-ie night and kiss me ♪
♪ Just hold me tight And tell me you'll miss me... ♪
Goodbye, Dark Lord! Bye!
Don't be a stranger.
Take care now.
Praise you.
You didn't even want to join the Church of Night.
You never even loved him!
That was a speedy resurrection, sister.
Where is Hilda?
Am I my sister's keeper?
I don't...
I... I don't know where she is.
Don't lie to me. I am the Father of Lies. You killed her.
Isn't that so?
I'm sorry, Dark Lord.
But... you don't understand.
This is a little game we play.
Punch and Judy.
She'll come back.
You'll see.
Hilda always comes back.
Not this time.
This time, she is gone from your life...
forever.
No!
Poor Zelda.
Tell me the spell that unlocks this house, and I'll bring her back to life.
Let me out!
Somebody please help me! Help!
Sabrina?
- Finally. - Ms. Wardwell?
I need you to calm down.
You're dreaming right now.
No.
Harvey. Harvey and his family did this to me.
Sabrina, listen to me.
We don't have much time before Batibat realizes I've been trolling her domain.
What? Who?
Batibat. She's a sleep demon.
She manipulates her victims in their dreams.
She's torturing you, all of you,
until one of you tells her the spell to unlock the house
or you all go insane.
This is a dream?
Yes. But I'm gonna wake you up.
And once I wake you up, you must get out of the house. Run.
Run as fast as your legs will carry you.
- It's your only chance of survival. - The demon said she wanted revenge.
If I escape, what's to stop her from killing my aunties and Ambrose?
Self-preservation, my dear, it's the only thing that matters.
Ms. Wardwell, how did you get here...
in my dream?
A gin-clear mind, self-induced sleep, and clear intent, Sabrina.
I'm gonna wake you up now.
You shall feel a prick, but remember my words.
Get out of the house. Don't fall asleep.
You'll only have one chance to escape her.
Batibat.
Where did you go, little girl?
Where are you?
Where did you go?
Ambrose. Ambrose!
Ow!
Fine.
I'll just use your books.
Exilium? Exilium...
is banishment.
Salem!
I know, but I have the Acheron Configuration,
and I found a spell to banish her.
But I do know her name.
Ms. Wardwell told me it's Batibat, and that might give me an edge.
But I have to confront her, Salem.
I can't run and leave my family to be tortured by her.
Right now, my best shot is to surprise her.
Looking for me?
I banish thee, Batibat.
"Tu me misisti, et contentiones sint causa doloris mei."
That's but a plaything in your inexperienced hands.
You're not half the witch your father was.
No witch at all. No power, no conviction, no will.
And with three other Spellmans in my thrall,
you, child, may die.
Open Sesame.
Spellman.
Aunt Zelda, wake up!
Aunties, please, I can't do this on my own!
I need your help!
Salem! Salem, where did you leave Batibat? Still downstairs?
I don't know, Salem, I need help, I need...
Wait. I can go back.
Yes, I know Ms. Wardwell said not to go back to sleep,
but if I were quick enough and focused enough to lucid dream,
I could go and come right back.
Well, for starters, I'd have to put myself to sleep.
Where did you go?
You cannot escape me.
I know it's here somewhere. Aunt Hilda uses it when she can't sleep.
Where is it?
Foxglove! Got it.
Of course. I know, too much will kill me. So, I'll just take the right amount.
Here, kitty, kitty...
Naughty, naughty girl. Where are you?
Where am I hiding?
Well, it's risky, but in plain sight, and I'm gonna need your help, Salem.
Naughty girl, you should be in bed.
Oh, you can run,
but you cannot escape me.
"A gin-clear mind, self-induced sleep, and clear intent."
Here goes.
Two minutes exactly.
Aunt Zelda!
Sabrina!
I was always so cruel to her!
- Now she's gone. - Who's gone?
I killed her.
And now, she's never coming back.
Aunt Zelda, you're in a nightmare. None of this is real.
Hilda is alive and sleeping next to you, I promise.
But I don't have much time and I need your help. There's a sleep demon in our house.
She's the one who put you in this nightmare,
and I need you to tell me how to defeat her.
My only sister...
...and I treated her like hell-rot.
Aunt Hilda.
I'm sorry, Aunt Zee, I have to leave you. But this will all be over soon.
Aunt Hilda! What has she done to you?
Sabrina, you have to cut me free.
Aunt Hilda, this is a dream.
The sleep demon, this is her doing, she's torturing you.
- Sleep demon? - Yes.
Batibat, and I have about 30 seconds before I wake up.
Do you know what I can do to stop her?
A demon? Uh... Uh...
She's the embodiment of nightmares, isn't she, Batibat?
Sabrina, you have to be clever, you have to trap her.
How? Can you tell me?
I can't... Uh... Yes, Sabrina.
What is a nightmare, but a dream gone bad?
A dream gone sour?
You have to trap a nightmare the same way you trap a dream.
Ooh, my familiars can help.
Your spiders?
Of course.
Don't leave me with her!
- Ambrose! - Cousin?
There's a sleep demon named Batibat on the loose in the house.
- You're dreaming this. - I am?
Yes, but I have a plan and you're gonna help me.
Tell me what to do. Shut up, you.
Distract her. Keep her occupied.
The sleep demon?
There are only so many halls, only so many doors.
Beg, girl.
Beg for Batibat's mercy.
She put a glamor on the cat?
Demon, I'll talk!
I will tell you the spell that unseals the house,
but, please, end this torment.
Speak, child, and we will both be free.
Come closer, demon. I'm...
I'm so weak.
Closer.
The spell, it's complicated.
Very ancient.
Sumerian.
- Ostrogoth. - How do I break it?
You have to chant.
Standing on one leg.
- Waving your hands in... - Enough!
Wait.
What are you doing?
Silly demon. I'm distracting you while my cousin escapes.
No!
Spellman.
Where are you?
Here, little girl.
Oh, Sabrina.
Oh, child.
This little game has come to an end.
You think those spiders can save you?
Not even the Dark Lord can save you.
Aunt Zelda, whatever you're about to do, do it fast.
Turpis et infernis in terris pariunt.
Et furantur verba haec locutus
sum vobis Laetitia.
Punctum baculus parit malediction.
Adiuro vos tamen hoc graecas munus.
Dream catchers don't trap dreams, Batibat.
They trap nightmares.
Sometimes the oldest, simplest magic works best.
I just had the most vivid dream.
Yes, so did I.
Sabrina!
Not as intricate as an Acheron Configuration,
but a jam jar will do just as well.
- How does it feel now? - Better, Auntie Hilda.
I, um...
I owe you an apology, Sabrina.
When you came to me, in my dream, I was... lily-livered.
Hysterical. Cowardly.
Only in the dream, Aunt Zelda.
Only in that terrible dream.
So you...
walked through all of our dreams, then?
I did.
But I can...
barely remember it, it's all so fuzzy.
So fuzzy.
Hello?
Harvey, it's me.
Sabrina?
What time is it?
It's super late, but I need to ask you something.
You'd never hurt me, would you?
What? No, of course not.
Where... Where is this coming from?
We're just...
so different, the two of us.
What are you talking about? Babe... has something happened?
Nothing, no. I had a...
really bad dream, that's all.
I'll see you at school tomorrow?
Yeah, sure. We've got Civics first, right?
With Ms. Wardwell?
Sabrina.
Why...
It's the middle of the night. What can I do for you?
You can start by telling me the truth...
about who and what you are.
You'd better sit down, then.
Brett, move your head.
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