Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (2018–…): Season 4, Episode 5 - Episode #4.5 - full transcript
Once more,
the eldritch terrors are gathering,
attracted to an unprecedented amount
of chaos in our cosmos.
Trivial as they are,
the witches, mortals, and infernals
must be allowed an opportunity
to restore order themselves.
If they fail, however,
I will, if necessary, negate Sabrina.
So, to be clear, you want the cafeteria
to serve waffle fries
instead of tater tots?
Why does it have to be one or the other?
Why can't it be both?
Could not have said it better myself.
And as your newly elected co-presidents,
Roz and I promise to try and get you
those, uh, potato options you want, James.
Next up…
Milo.
Is Milo Moloch here?
- Yeah, I'm here.
- Hi, Milo. How can we help you?
Yeah, so I'm here
representing the Astronomy Club.
Uh, and basically, we need money.
This telescope we had
broke last semester,
and despite numerous requests,
we haven't gotten any funds
to repair or replace it.
First of all, we'll see what we can do
about increasing your budget.
Yeah. If you give that telescope to me,
my cousin might be able to fix it.
He's, uh, sort of a savant.
Thank you.
Okay, cool.
So, who's next?
I think it's my turn.
I implore you again.
Tell me what the next eldritch terror
will be so that we may prepare for it.
Oh, you'll find out soon enough…
when it's devouring your putrid soul.
Has he told us anything of use yet?
- Not a syllable.
- Ah.
You don't have to tell us
your secrets, Father.
We can pry them from your brain ourselves.
What, with your
feeble psychic abilities, Daughter?
You could try.
A locked safe. That's all.
Not to worry though.
There are other ways of opening you up.
Lilith, can I come in, darling?
Go away. Leave us be.
Well, close the door
before something comes in after you.
Um…
Lil...
Lilith, uh…
We adore having you here. We… we do.
- Um…
- Yes?
It's just, um,
you haven't left this room in days.
I must protect Adam at all costs.
Yeah, of course.
So, um, do you have a plan?
Yes. I shall remain in this room,
biding my time until Adam's 16th birthday,
when he comes of age, becomes a man,
and challenges and defeats his father
to claim the throne.
Making me…
Queen Mother.
Uh, so you… So, your plan is
to stay in this room for 16 years?
I've waited a millennia
to claim the Throne of Hell.
I can wait a little bit longer.
Care to explain yourself, Nick?
Maybe start by telling me why
you're dressed like a Baxter High jock?
I just transferred here.
What? Why?
Maybe because you've been avoiding me
ever since I told you how I felt.
Oh, right,
when you all of a sudden declared
that we were end-game.
Look, I can understand
why you'd be dubious
after everything I put you through,
but… you're it for me.
You hurt me, Nick.
You really, really hurt me,
and I'm not over it.
I understand.
Look, I've been doing
a lot of thinking lately
about our relationship,
and I realized something.
One of the reasons
we weren't able to fully commit was...
I was fully committed.
One of the reasons I wasn't able to commit
was because I never spent any time
in your world.
And you were a sex addict.
You split your time
between Baxter High and the Academy,
and I think it's only fair
that I do the same.
I know I wanna be a part of your world.
Oh, calm down, Ariel.
That is not how public school works.
You need a file, previous report cards.
I sat down with Mrs. Meeks this morning,
and one simple spell of persuasion later,
and you're looking at
an official Baxter High junior,
not to mention
a member of the LGBTQ Alliance
and captain of the wrestling team.
- Hey, brother.
- What's up?
- See you on the mat?
- Yeah, you know it, Billy.
Good guy, Billy.
You know what, Nick?
Who am I to tell you
where you can and can't go to school?
But just know this.
Just 'cause you're ready
to get back together,
doesn't mean that I am.
I need time.
I'll wait.
However long it takes.
Was that an earthquake?
In Greendale?
- Oh...
- What the heaven?
If there's one thing
that was made very clear
during our royal tour of the Nine Circles,
it's that Hell is not working.
Not working in what way?
For starters,
too many souls suffering for no reason.
Overcrowding could easily be solved
by say…
...annexing the mortal realm
into a new Tenth Circle.
Babe, again, it's not happening.
Course Greendale would be exempt, my lady.
New rule. One soul in, one soul out.
For every new sinner, we release
one of the souls burning down here
for lame stuff like eating shellfish
or wearing polyester.
We gotta let them go.
By the by, where is Lilith?
- Um, uh…
- Sacred vessel of my unholy seed?
Where did you say she'd gone,
Lord of Flies?
Um, uh, uh…
Billy? Lizzie?
Wh-where… where are we?
Shall we skin them alive
and sup on their flesh, my queen?
Sabrina? What is going on?
Nothing, Lizzie. I promise.
I am just gonna go ahead
and wipe your memory
of the last 60 seconds
and send you back home.
Okay?
♪ My love for you is always gonna be ♪
♪ Deep as the sea
High as the tallest tree ♪
♪ So won't you come
Climb a rainbow with me? ♪
♪ Until eternity ♪
♪ My love for you is always gonna be
Deep… ♪
Oh, there you are. Where'd you go?
Doesn't matter. Don't answer it.
There we are.
Drink your milkshakes before they melt.
♪ Yeah, climb a rainbow with me ♪
Broken objective lens
and shattered eyepiece.
I could, perhaps, fix the telescope…
just as soon as
we've halted the eldritch terrors
and not died unspeakable deaths.
I'm sorry, Cousin, but I feel as if
we are living under the Sword of Damocles.
Truthfully, I admire your ability
to compartmentalize your life expertly,
but I'm...
Not so expertly.
Nick transferred to Baxter High.
Hmm.
Gives Don Juan a run for his money,
young Nicholas does.
Yeah, then there's
that earthquake earlier today.
- What earthquake?
- Didn't you feel it?
There was a creature right there.
No, you didn't see a creature, Theo.
You saw a hobgoblin.
You…
You saw one of my friends.
You can come out now.
Uh…
Theo... Theo, this is Moth.
Um…
Hi.
You said he'd be asleep.
He usually is.
- Robin, what the hell is going on?
- Theo, I can explain.
- What the hell, Moth?
- Relax, Puck.
You taught me that trick, remember?
Now come on.
Ambrose, was that you?
There was a rumbling and an eruption
as that burst through the ground.
Cousin,
why does that figure look so familiar?
Because you've seen it before in Hell.
Ambrose, between the stalagmites
I told you about and now this,
could this be
another eldritch terror attacking?
No, it doesn't…
it doesn't feel like that.
This feels almost…
geological,
tectonic, perhaps elemental.
Or could this be the infernal invasion
that Hell has so often threatened us with?
No. Sabrina would have told me.
What can this mean?
Perhaps it's a declaration of war.
The witches have turned to Hecate.
It's a sign, Beelzebub.
But maybe I should go to the mortal realm
and check in on everyone.
No.
I have a better idea.
Prudence? What's going on?
Weird Sister,
you are needed for a special mission
related to the eldritch terrors.
Right now? But I have to go to school.
No, you're not going to school today.
You are going to Hell on Earth.
Ew!
Oh!
What is that smell?
Uh, I believe it's coming from that.
My father's corpse.
Oh my God.
Wait.
Are those…
Judith.
Judas?
Spellman Sisters' Mortuary?
Brina, uh…
there was an earthquake,
and then goat demon rock
came out of the ground.
- What the hell should I do?
- Nothing. Just don't touch it.
Um, Ambrose and I are on our way.
- It happened at Harvey's house too.
- We need to get on this.
These may only be precursors
to a much larger eruption.
Oh no.
Oh, for the love of LaVey!
It's getting worse by the second.
Chérie, it is Marie.
Come to the observatory at once.
There is something you must see.
What is it?
It's Mambo Marie.
We have to get to the Academy now.
What does it mean?
It means the infernal realm is pushing
into the mortal realm or vice versa.
Of course this makes perfect sense now.
The earthquakes, the tremors…
I know what you're gonna say.
That somehow I'm responsible
for what's happening.
No, not just you.
You and your infernal twin
are responsible.
I told you this would happen.
Two Sabrinas should not,
could not exist simultaneously.
On top of which you met.
Despite my previous warnings, you met.
And now the Earth and Hell
are falling into each other.
But why?
Probably to crush one or both of you
and obliterate this anomaly.
And no. Before you ask,
no, we cannot keep this from the aunties
and deal with this ourselves.
- There are two realms at stake...
- Ambrose.
Mm-hmm?
I understand…
and you're right,
but I wanna be the one
to tell the aunties.
It's my secret.
I've been the one keeping it.
I should be the one to tell them.
So, you're saying you're going to own up
to everything you've done?
- Mm-hmm.
- Actually take responsibility for it?
And who knows? Maybe Aunt Zee will be
less mad if the news comes from me.
Aunt Zelda?
There's something I need to tell you,
but we should
probably call Aunt Hilda first.
So, it's true?
Morningstars,
would you please clear the room?
Hilda and I would like a word alone
with our niece.
Of course.
I'd love to learn more
about my former home.
I'm told it's a temple for Hecate now.
Certainly feel the softer,
more feminine energies.
Good luck.
Ironically, I was literally coming
to tell you the truth.
I've already heard the truth from Lucifer,
who unbelievably lies less than you do.
The fact that there are two of us
has saved the coven on multiple occasions.
How many times have I been talking to her
but thinking that I was talking to you?
And don't tell me that it hasn't happened.
Escape to Witch Mountain
isn't the only Disney movie I've seen.
I'm extremely familiar
with The Parent Trap as well.
Oh, loved that growing up.
Just once,
when we were having a dance party.
Who else knew?
Besides the entirety of Hell?
Who else in this realm?
Aunt Zee, please.
I don't wanna lie to you.
Oh, I think it's a bit late for that,
my love. Isn't it?
But I also don't wanna
get anyone else in trouble.
Ambrose.
Ambrose Spellman,
you come here right this instant.
You knew? You knew the entire time,
and you didn't say a word?
Aunties, please.
The only reason Ambrose kept it a secret
was because I made him.
Oh, you made him. A 16-year-old girl
forced a 134-year-old man to lie.
Is that what happened, Ambrose?
Did Sabrina bully you?
Uh…
I had the most bizarre dream last night.
You were in it, and then some weirdo girl,
like, climbed out from under the bed.
That wasn't a dream, Theo.
One of my old friends
from before I was with the pagans
came and visited last night.
Is this one of your hobgoblin friends?
Um…
What did she want?
Hobgoblins, fay folk, fairy folk,
we feel things that others can't.
And according to Moth,
there's some really bad stuff coming.
Probably connected
to the eldritch terrors.
Anyway, the hobgoblins
are leaving the mortal realm
for the fay realm for good…
and they want me to come with them.
Wait. Wait. Does…
Does that mean you're leaving?
Maybe.
And maybe you should come with me.
Thar she blows.
Hecate, the Triple Goddess,
I've never quite understood her appeal.
Three women at the same time?
There is something intriguing about that,
Lord Lucifer.
Can it with the casual misogyny.
Show some respect.
Mm.
Sabrina, there you are.
- Lucifer.
- Nicholas.
What a nice surprise.
Screw you. Hey.
Nick, why are you dressed
like a Baxter High jock?
'Cause I was there looking for you.
Why are you wearing a red headband
and hanging out with these tools?
What did you call us?
Nick, before you say anything else...
No, before you say anything else,
I need you to hear me, okay?
I'm crazy about you, Spellman.
But if you tell me that it's over,
if you tell me that there's no hope
for us getting back together,
then I… I will…
I will leave you alone.
But if there's even a chance,
even a one percent chance
that you might one day forgive me
and wanna be with me,
then I'll wait.
So just tell me, Spellman.
Is it over?
Or is there even a tiny chance…
that I can undo
the biggest mistake of my life?
Nick, I'm not who you think I am.
I'm the other Sabrina
you're gonna find out about pretty soon.
But I think there's definitely
a one percent chance she'll take you back.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I think Aunt Zee's probably done
berating Sabrina by now.
Well, Judith and Judas
are quite comfortable in a sealed bedroom.
Now you're going to tell us everything
you know about the eldritch terrors.
And in return,
we shall reacquaint your head
with your rotting meat sack.
I have no use for my body,
and you won't need yours either
once the remaining terrors arrive.
They'll feast on your flesh.
Somehow we thought you'd say that.
And now you forget, girls,
I bear the Mark of Cain.
I cannot be killed.
Quite right.
You cannot be killed,
but you can still feel pain, can you not?
Like when people say
they can still feel missing phantom limbs.
Hmm.
No.
Excellent. Excellent.
We'll have some fun with this now,
won't we, Father?
And you'll tell us all
about your good friends…
the eldritch terrors.
- Oh, I should probably go to school.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
All right then.
Now that we've all calmed down…
We know the problem.
The existence of two Sabrinas
has caused a…
A paradox.
…catastrophic anomaly forcing our realms
to crash into each other.
- But why?
- Don't you see?
Chaos begets chaos.
A chain reaction has begun that won't stop
until the realms
are wholly crushing each other.
What if we killed a Sabrina?
If one of us did die,
would that fix things?
Not necessarily.
The mortal and infernal realms
are attracting each other.
It wouldn't be enough
to just stop them. You'd…
We need to push them away from each other.
I've got a crazy idea.
Even crazier than two Sabrinas.
Mr. Scratch,
how long have you been lurking there?
Long enough to tell you
that no one's killing any Sabrina.
What's your crazy idea, warlock?
I'll talk in small words
so you can understand me.
Do you know what happens
when two magnets are close to each other?
Depending on the polarity,
they'll attract or repel each other.
Exactly.
The mortal realm has a magnetic field.
So does the infernal one.
Opposites attract.
But if we could
reverse the realms' polarities,
maybe they'd repel each other.
Hmm.
But how do we do that?
That's easy.
We Parent Trap the realms.
Order of Hecate,
you stand at the epicenter of Hell.
Morningstars, you stand
at the epicenter of the mortal realm.
Now summon your opposing energies.
We call upon you,
Maiden, Mother, and Crone,
imbue your dark power
into this infernal throne.
We call upon Hell
and its most unholy hordes.
I gift this realm my power,
the darkest of the dark lords.
The realms' energies are aligning.
It is working,
but the realms are so enmeshed.
It is like…
Conjoined twins.
We may succeed in separating them,
but we could destroy both in the process.
Stop. Stop the invocation.
Stop the invocation immediately!
We must regroup
and think of something else.
I've been thinking, Robin.
Um…
I can't go to the fay realm with you.
I can't leave my dad,
and my friends, and school.
Theo, you won't be safe here.
I've never run away
from a fight in my life.
Okay.
Then I'm not going either.
♪ So baby, baby, baby
Can you hear the drumroll? ♪
♪ 'Cause happy is the hollow
Of a mortal soul ♪
What? Is… is it raining?
Sounds like it's pouring cats and dogs.
That's not rain, Hilda. That's hail.
Perfect. Now it's hailing.
It's not hail, Directrix Spellman.
Behold.
- Those are pearls.
- Hmm?
It's raining pearls.
How can that be?
The Pearly Gates.
Merciful Merlin!
Heaven, the celestial realm,
is being dragged into this mess
and falling on top of us.
Which means that the False God
will be sticking his nose into our affairs
sooner rather than later.
I despise when he does that.
And yet all you do
is give him cause, bringer of light.
And, uh, who… who might you be, friend?
An eldritch terror perhaps?
No.
They are an angel
of the highest celestial order…
as close to the False God as I once was.
I am Metatron, born Enoch.
I represent order.
There is an unprecedented
amount of chaos in this cosmos.
Left to your own devices,
there would only be more.
So I come to you with a solution,
a method to restore order.
For the cosmos to survive,
one Sabrina must die.
Which Sabrina?
Either.
They both contain
the same number of molecules.
Choose one.
That's ridiculous.
We couldn't possibly choose.
- We can't choose one, obviously.
- No, that doesn't…
Silence!
Sorry.
There is yet one other solution.
The two Sabrinas can merge into one
so that only one single entity remains.
Merge?
What do they mean, "merge"?
Two cells fusing.
Surely… surely, there are risks to this?
The risks are inconsequential.
They have two distinct souls.
If you combine them,
won't one absorb the other
like twins in the womb?
And what if only one's memory survives?
Or neither's does?
Are those our only options?
Death or a merge?
Correct.
Maybe…
Maybe merging is not so bad.
Who would we even be?
Would we be either of us?
Maybe it'll be like how it was
before there were two of us.
And the realms will be preserved.
And no one would die because of us.
You know, in some way,
it'll be like we're together forever.
And what happens now?
Okay.
I think we go in there,
and we tell Metatron
that we'll agree to the merge.
But first, we need some time…
to wrap things up.
I've been spending
all these months in Hell.
If you don't mind, I'd love to spend
some time with your... or our friends.
Yeah, totally.
Will you tell them what's happening?
I don't think so.
I want a day that's just fun,
that's not tragic.
I don't even know
what I'd do with my last day.
I have an idea,
but first, I've gotta tell you
about this fascinating conversation
I had earlier with Nick.
We have an announcement to make.
This mess is our fault.
We won't be responsible
for countless deaths
of witches, mortals, and infernals.
- So we're going to do it.
- We're gonna merge.
S-Sabrinas,
are you sure?
I am, Auntie.
We're taking responsibility
for our actions.
No, I don't support this.
No, there's… there's…
there's another way.
There's…
there's always another way, right?
Ambrose, will you fix that telescope
and give it to Roz?
That telescope will be the alpha and omega
of my legacy at Baxter High.
Yeah, of… of course, Cousin.
Another final request, Metatron.
We want one last day as ourselves
to enjoy it as we see fit.
You have six hours.
You may enter.
What is it now, Hilda?
Oh, well, I just, um…
I, um… I finally got a chance
to come down and tell you.
Um…
- He's here.
- Who's here?
- Who?
- Lucifer.
He's at the Academy.
I just thought you would wanna know.
Right. Um…
So, shall we pack up a few things,
and we'll get you out of here before...
- No.
- No?
I can't keep running, Hilda.
I must face him, talk to him.
Here.
Take Adam.
Hide him.
- Okay.
- Keep him safe.
And send His Lordship in, will you?
- Are you really sure?
- Yes.
So this is where you've been
keeping yourself, Lilith.
A temple of Hecate.
Oh, she was the goddess of witches,
and I was the first witch.
And our newly born son? Where is he?
Spirited away where you'll never find him.
Lilith,
this is not a fairy tale.
When I leave this realm,
I will be taking my son.
Caliban sent two kings to kill me.
Didn't you, Caliban?
The wench lies.
I couldn't care less…
about you.
I promised you death
should you betray me.
I should kill you now.
But I won't make you a martyr to our son.
A son needs his mother.
How absurd you are!
As Romulus and Remus
suckled on the teat of a wolf,
so our son shall suckle on the teat
of a hellhound.
Toughen him up and all that.
And he'll have his father
to teach him how to be king.
Retrieve him.
Make sure he's ready
for his trip to Pandemonium.
You have six last hours
to spend with Adam.
Enjoy them.
Guys, crazy idea.
What if we play hooky today?
- Don't you play hooky basically every day?
- That is fair.
But not with you guys.
And today's kind of important.
What'd you have in mind?
Something I've never done
with you guys before.
So, Spellman,
why did you want me to meet you here?
Nick.
Knowing that I might not be myself
for much longer,
there's a few things
I need to say to you before it's too late.
Even after everything
that's happened between us…
I miss you…
so much.
And I heard what you said to me.
Well, to me and the other me. You…
You know what I mean.
And when I search my heart…
that one percent chance
you were talking about?
It's now.
♪ Turn around ♪
♪ Every now and then
I get a little bit lonely ♪
♪ And you're never coming 'round ♪
♪ Turn around ♪
♪ Every now and then
I get a little bit tired ♪
♪ Of listening to the sound of my tears ♪
♪ Turn around ♪
♪ Every now and then
I get a little bit nervous ♪
♪ That the best
Of all the years have gone by ♪
♪ Turn around ♪
♪ Every now and then
I get a little bit terrified ♪
♪ And then I see the look in your eyes ♪
♪ Turn around, bright eyes ♪
- ♪ Every now and then, I fall apart ♪
- ♪ Turn around, bright eyes ♪
♪ Every now and then, I fall apart ♪
♪ And I need you now tonight ♪
♪ And I need you more than ever ♪
♪ And if you only hold me tight ♪
♪ We'll be holding on forever ♪
♪ And we'll only be making it right ♪
♪ 'Cause we'll never be wrong ♪
♪ Together we can take it
To the end of the line ♪
♪ Your love is like
A shadow on me all of the time ♪
♪ All of the time ♪
♪ I don't know what to do
And I'm always in the dark ♪
♪ We're living in a powder keg
And giving off sparks ♪
♪ I really need you tonight ♪
♪ Forever's gonna start tonight ♪
♪ Forever's gonna start tonight ♪
♪ Once upon a time
I was falling in love ♪
♪ Now I'm only falling apart ♪
♪ There's nothing I can do ♪
♪ A total eclipse of the heart ♪
♪ A total eclipse of the heart ♪
Don't worry, little Adam.
Oh.
It'll be all right.
He'll never have you.
Never.
No matter what it takes.
What the hell?
- You're ruining his life.
- Whose?
Robin's.
He's one of us. He belongs with us.
He's as fast as lightning
and can run on freaking rainbows.
He'll live for thousands of years,
but not if he stays with you.
Every day spent in this doomed realm,
cut off from the faykind,
he gets a little weaker.
Eventually,
he won't be a hobgoblin at all.
Everything that makes him special
will be gone.
Let him go, mortal…
for his sake.
And voilà!
Good as new, that.
Oh no.
No, no, no, no, no, no. No. No.
We're supposed to rule Hell together.
What will happen to us now?
If I don't come back the same,
I guess you'll have
to torture all those souls without me.
That was a joke.
Thank you for loving me.
Once was not enough.
Come back to me, Spellman.
Enough chaos.
Let the merge begin.
Sabrinas, close your eyes
and invite the darkness of space
into yourselves.
Imagine yourselves floating, weightless.
Empty yourselves of your troubles,
your identities,
your souls.
Let yourselves go.
Release and surrender to my voice.
I will transform
and transmute you into one.
Stop!
Stop the ritual!
Ambrose, what is it?
Aunt Zelda, it is much bigger
than we could have ever imagined.
Everything we've experienced
is a mere prelude to our annihilation.
There are three new realms approaching…
on a collision course with our own.
Sorry. It's, what, three new realms?
How's that… What?
They are the next eldritch terror,
bearing down upon us,
causing these tremors,
promising our extinction.
They are horrors from the stars,
the Cosmic…
which is why it is strange
that our celestial friend here
did not know about it.
Unless they did.
They just chose not to share it with us.
Had you known of the duplicate cosmos,
there was an 83% chance
you would have tried
to preserve both Sabrinas' lives.
- Damn straight.
- And yet,
the probability
of those efforts being successful
would be approaching zero.
You would only have birthed more chaos.
The merge must proceed,
or the rogue cosmos
will destroy three realms.
Oh, wait a second.
What's the probability
of the merge succeeding?
Fifty-six percent.
Those are terrible odds.
What was your backup plan?
One or both Sabrinas must die.
- Step away from my niece.
- And my daughter.
Don't even think about it.
It is statistically the only way.
Order must be restored!
No! Sibling, stop!
You forget. We are both celestials.
Do not force my hand.
There will be order at all costs.
Then you leave me no choice.
Or… der.
Well, did the merge work?
Behold, the latest eldritch terror,
the Cosmic,
as foretold by Harvey Kinkle's sketch.
There are three duplicate realms
approaching our own.
The infernal, the mortal, the celestial.
The existence of two Sabrinas
in our cosmos has…
brought about the existence
of a parallel cosmos
that is hurtling towards ours,
being pulled towards ours by the Sabrinas.
However, I do have a simple idea
as to how we might stop this other cosmos
from crashing into our own.
We could possibly avert this deadly impact
and cause the eldritch cosmos to dissipate
by sending one Sabrina from our Earth
to the other Earth.
Like an offering
or a sacrifice.
Sabrina Morningstar must go.
She's clearly the lesser Sabrina.
- Oh, Auntie, that's not true.
- Sabrina Spellman is correct.
- She is by far the lesser Sabrina.
- But, Dad...
- Excuse me?
- Come on. Stop.
We are both equally responsible for this.
Yeah, exactly.
So we'll decide who goes, fair and square.
Sabrina Spellman and Morningstar
have decided upon their preferred method
of decision making.
Rock, paper, scissors.
On three.
- One.
- Two.
Three.
Spellman wins.
Morningstar must go.
No. I refuse.
The child, my child, stays with me.
Dad, please. Stop.
You always said
you wanted me to bring honor
to the House of Morningstar.
What kind of queen would I be
if I let all my subjects die?
How will we get me to the other cosmos?
A rocket?
No, Nicholas and I,
we'd open up a wormhole in a mirror,
and you would step through it.
Hey, babe.
Sorry I'm late. I…
I...
Theo?
Are you okay?
You need to go…
Robin…
with the other hobgoblins.
You need to go with them.
You can't stay here
and give up everything
that makes you, you.
Did something happen?
I don't want you here.
I don't want you here. Go.
I love you, Theo.
Leave your window unlocked.
And one night,
I'll… I'll come back through it.
I promise.
I love you too.
Go.
Please.
Honor your promise to me, Caliban.
I will, my lady.
I don't even know what to say.
Say…
Say you'll see us soon.
I'll see you soon.
Ready, Cousin?
What will the other universe be like?
If not an exact copy,
very close to our own.
We call upon the universe,
shift your paradigm.
Split apart the fabric of space and time.
Sabrina, is that you?
There you are.
Where were you? We were getting worried.
Not me. I haven't been worried
since bottomless mimosas.
What happens now, Ambrose?
We wait
and pray that the sky stops falling on us.
- Didn't Metatron say that the chances...
- Metatron did not know the future.
Nor did the angel account for hope…
and love.
The child,
hand him over.
The time has come, Lilith.
Give me my son.
Why don't you sit for a while,
like you used to? Have a bite to eat.
I've already lost one child today.
I will take the other with me presently.
Lilith?
You once cooked me a special meal.
My lover, Adam.
I named our son after him.
What have you done, Lilith?
Medea was a witch. Did you know that?
I freed our son, and I freed myself.
Rather he die than be raised by you.
And as for me,
well,
kill me
as promised, please.
Do it, I beg you.
Do it, please. I beg you.
You will not die for this outrage, Lilith,
but you will suffer.
- I curse you, witch, with humanity.
- What?
You are stripped of your powers
and banished from Hell
to walk on Earth the rest of your days.
You will age.
You will grow weak as all mortals do.
You will know strife.
You will know sickness, disease, pain,
but you will not die.
You will writhe in grievous guilt
for the choice you have made today,
and you will wish desperately for death,
for release,
but it will never come.
No! Wait.
Wait!
Wait! Wait!
Father,
we know what the next eldritch terror is.
The Cosmic.
Yes, child.
So you're going
to tell us how to stop it...
or my next needle…
goes in through your ear.
Sabrina.
- You thinking about her?
- Hmm.
Oh, look.
A falling star.
Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight.
That Sabrina be safe.
That we all be safe.
the eldritch terrors are gathering,
attracted to an unprecedented amount
of chaos in our cosmos.
Trivial as they are,
the witches, mortals, and infernals
must be allowed an opportunity
to restore order themselves.
If they fail, however,
I will, if necessary, negate Sabrina.
So, to be clear, you want the cafeteria
to serve waffle fries
instead of tater tots?
Why does it have to be one or the other?
Why can't it be both?
Could not have said it better myself.
And as your newly elected co-presidents,
Roz and I promise to try and get you
those, uh, potato options you want, James.
Next up…
Milo.
Is Milo Moloch here?
- Yeah, I'm here.
- Hi, Milo. How can we help you?
Yeah, so I'm here
representing the Astronomy Club.
Uh, and basically, we need money.
This telescope we had
broke last semester,
and despite numerous requests,
we haven't gotten any funds
to repair or replace it.
First of all, we'll see what we can do
about increasing your budget.
Yeah. If you give that telescope to me,
my cousin might be able to fix it.
He's, uh, sort of a savant.
Thank you.
Okay, cool.
So, who's next?
I think it's my turn.
I implore you again.
Tell me what the next eldritch terror
will be so that we may prepare for it.
Oh, you'll find out soon enough…
when it's devouring your putrid soul.
Has he told us anything of use yet?
- Not a syllable.
- Ah.
You don't have to tell us
your secrets, Father.
We can pry them from your brain ourselves.
What, with your
feeble psychic abilities, Daughter?
You could try.
A locked safe. That's all.
Not to worry though.
There are other ways of opening you up.
Lilith, can I come in, darling?
Go away. Leave us be.
Well, close the door
before something comes in after you.
Um…
Lil...
Lilith, uh…
We adore having you here. We… we do.
- Um…
- Yes?
It's just, um,
you haven't left this room in days.
I must protect Adam at all costs.
Yeah, of course.
So, um, do you have a plan?
Yes. I shall remain in this room,
biding my time until Adam's 16th birthday,
when he comes of age, becomes a man,
and challenges and defeats his father
to claim the throne.
Making me…
Queen Mother.
Uh, so you… So, your plan is
to stay in this room for 16 years?
I've waited a millennia
to claim the Throne of Hell.
I can wait a little bit longer.
Care to explain yourself, Nick?
Maybe start by telling me why
you're dressed like a Baxter High jock?
I just transferred here.
What? Why?
Maybe because you've been avoiding me
ever since I told you how I felt.
Oh, right,
when you all of a sudden declared
that we were end-game.
Look, I can understand
why you'd be dubious
after everything I put you through,
but… you're it for me.
You hurt me, Nick.
You really, really hurt me,
and I'm not over it.
I understand.
Look, I've been doing
a lot of thinking lately
about our relationship,
and I realized something.
One of the reasons
we weren't able to fully commit was...
I was fully committed.
One of the reasons I wasn't able to commit
was because I never spent any time
in your world.
And you were a sex addict.
You split your time
between Baxter High and the Academy,
and I think it's only fair
that I do the same.
I know I wanna be a part of your world.
Oh, calm down, Ariel.
That is not how public school works.
You need a file, previous report cards.
I sat down with Mrs. Meeks this morning,
and one simple spell of persuasion later,
and you're looking at
an official Baxter High junior,
not to mention
a member of the LGBTQ Alliance
and captain of the wrestling team.
- Hey, brother.
- What's up?
- See you on the mat?
- Yeah, you know it, Billy.
Good guy, Billy.
You know what, Nick?
Who am I to tell you
where you can and can't go to school?
But just know this.
Just 'cause you're ready
to get back together,
doesn't mean that I am.
I need time.
I'll wait.
However long it takes.
Was that an earthquake?
In Greendale?
- Oh...
- What the heaven?
If there's one thing
that was made very clear
during our royal tour of the Nine Circles,
it's that Hell is not working.
Not working in what way?
For starters,
too many souls suffering for no reason.
Overcrowding could easily be solved
by say…
...annexing the mortal realm
into a new Tenth Circle.
Babe, again, it's not happening.
Course Greendale would be exempt, my lady.
New rule. One soul in, one soul out.
For every new sinner, we release
one of the souls burning down here
for lame stuff like eating shellfish
or wearing polyester.
We gotta let them go.
By the by, where is Lilith?
- Um, uh…
- Sacred vessel of my unholy seed?
Where did you say she'd gone,
Lord of Flies?
Um, uh, uh…
Billy? Lizzie?
Wh-where… where are we?
Shall we skin them alive
and sup on their flesh, my queen?
Sabrina? What is going on?
Nothing, Lizzie. I promise.
I am just gonna go ahead
and wipe your memory
of the last 60 seconds
and send you back home.
Okay?
♪ My love for you is always gonna be ♪
♪ Deep as the sea
High as the tallest tree ♪
♪ So won't you come
Climb a rainbow with me? ♪
♪ Until eternity ♪
♪ My love for you is always gonna be
Deep… ♪
Oh, there you are. Where'd you go?
Doesn't matter. Don't answer it.
There we are.
Drink your milkshakes before they melt.
♪ Yeah, climb a rainbow with me ♪
Broken objective lens
and shattered eyepiece.
I could, perhaps, fix the telescope…
just as soon as
we've halted the eldritch terrors
and not died unspeakable deaths.
I'm sorry, Cousin, but I feel as if
we are living under the Sword of Damocles.
Truthfully, I admire your ability
to compartmentalize your life expertly,
but I'm...
Not so expertly.
Nick transferred to Baxter High.
Hmm.
Gives Don Juan a run for his money,
young Nicholas does.
Yeah, then there's
that earthquake earlier today.
- What earthquake?
- Didn't you feel it?
There was a creature right there.
No, you didn't see a creature, Theo.
You saw a hobgoblin.
You…
You saw one of my friends.
You can come out now.
Uh…
Theo... Theo, this is Moth.
Um…
Hi.
You said he'd be asleep.
He usually is.
- Robin, what the hell is going on?
- Theo, I can explain.
- What the hell, Moth?
- Relax, Puck.
You taught me that trick, remember?
Now come on.
Ambrose, was that you?
There was a rumbling and an eruption
as that burst through the ground.
Cousin,
why does that figure look so familiar?
Because you've seen it before in Hell.
Ambrose, between the stalagmites
I told you about and now this,
could this be
another eldritch terror attacking?
No, it doesn't…
it doesn't feel like that.
This feels almost…
geological,
tectonic, perhaps elemental.
Or could this be the infernal invasion
that Hell has so often threatened us with?
No. Sabrina would have told me.
What can this mean?
Perhaps it's a declaration of war.
The witches have turned to Hecate.
It's a sign, Beelzebub.
But maybe I should go to the mortal realm
and check in on everyone.
No.
I have a better idea.
Prudence? What's going on?
Weird Sister,
you are needed for a special mission
related to the eldritch terrors.
Right now? But I have to go to school.
No, you're not going to school today.
You are going to Hell on Earth.
Ew!
Oh!
What is that smell?
Uh, I believe it's coming from that.
My father's corpse.
Oh my God.
Wait.
Are those…
Judith.
Judas?
Spellman Sisters' Mortuary?
Brina, uh…
there was an earthquake,
and then goat demon rock
came out of the ground.
- What the hell should I do?
- Nothing. Just don't touch it.
Um, Ambrose and I are on our way.
- It happened at Harvey's house too.
- We need to get on this.
These may only be precursors
to a much larger eruption.
Oh no.
Oh, for the love of LaVey!
It's getting worse by the second.
Chérie, it is Marie.
Come to the observatory at once.
There is something you must see.
What is it?
It's Mambo Marie.
We have to get to the Academy now.
What does it mean?
It means the infernal realm is pushing
into the mortal realm or vice versa.
Of course this makes perfect sense now.
The earthquakes, the tremors…
I know what you're gonna say.
That somehow I'm responsible
for what's happening.
No, not just you.
You and your infernal twin
are responsible.
I told you this would happen.
Two Sabrinas should not,
could not exist simultaneously.
On top of which you met.
Despite my previous warnings, you met.
And now the Earth and Hell
are falling into each other.
But why?
Probably to crush one or both of you
and obliterate this anomaly.
And no. Before you ask,
no, we cannot keep this from the aunties
and deal with this ourselves.
- There are two realms at stake...
- Ambrose.
Mm-hmm?
I understand…
and you're right,
but I wanna be the one
to tell the aunties.
It's my secret.
I've been the one keeping it.
I should be the one to tell them.
So, you're saying you're going to own up
to everything you've done?
- Mm-hmm.
- Actually take responsibility for it?
And who knows? Maybe Aunt Zee will be
less mad if the news comes from me.
Aunt Zelda?
There's something I need to tell you,
but we should
probably call Aunt Hilda first.
So, it's true?
Morningstars,
would you please clear the room?
Hilda and I would like a word alone
with our niece.
Of course.
I'd love to learn more
about my former home.
I'm told it's a temple for Hecate now.
Certainly feel the softer,
more feminine energies.
Good luck.
Ironically, I was literally coming
to tell you the truth.
I've already heard the truth from Lucifer,
who unbelievably lies less than you do.
The fact that there are two of us
has saved the coven on multiple occasions.
How many times have I been talking to her
but thinking that I was talking to you?
And don't tell me that it hasn't happened.
Escape to Witch Mountain
isn't the only Disney movie I've seen.
I'm extremely familiar
with The Parent Trap as well.
Oh, loved that growing up.
Just once,
when we were having a dance party.
Who else knew?
Besides the entirety of Hell?
Who else in this realm?
Aunt Zee, please.
I don't wanna lie to you.
Oh, I think it's a bit late for that,
my love. Isn't it?
But I also don't wanna
get anyone else in trouble.
Ambrose.
Ambrose Spellman,
you come here right this instant.
You knew? You knew the entire time,
and you didn't say a word?
Aunties, please.
The only reason Ambrose kept it a secret
was because I made him.
Oh, you made him. A 16-year-old girl
forced a 134-year-old man to lie.
Is that what happened, Ambrose?
Did Sabrina bully you?
Uh…
I had the most bizarre dream last night.
You were in it, and then some weirdo girl,
like, climbed out from under the bed.
That wasn't a dream, Theo.
One of my old friends
from before I was with the pagans
came and visited last night.
Is this one of your hobgoblin friends?
Um…
What did she want?
Hobgoblins, fay folk, fairy folk,
we feel things that others can't.
And according to Moth,
there's some really bad stuff coming.
Probably connected
to the eldritch terrors.
Anyway, the hobgoblins
are leaving the mortal realm
for the fay realm for good…
and they want me to come with them.
Wait. Wait. Does…
Does that mean you're leaving?
Maybe.
And maybe you should come with me.
Thar she blows.
Hecate, the Triple Goddess,
I've never quite understood her appeal.
Three women at the same time?
There is something intriguing about that,
Lord Lucifer.
Can it with the casual misogyny.
Show some respect.
Mm.
Sabrina, there you are.
- Lucifer.
- Nicholas.
What a nice surprise.
Screw you. Hey.
Nick, why are you dressed
like a Baxter High jock?
'Cause I was there looking for you.
Why are you wearing a red headband
and hanging out with these tools?
What did you call us?
Nick, before you say anything else...
No, before you say anything else,
I need you to hear me, okay?
I'm crazy about you, Spellman.
But if you tell me that it's over,
if you tell me that there's no hope
for us getting back together,
then I… I will…
I will leave you alone.
But if there's even a chance,
even a one percent chance
that you might one day forgive me
and wanna be with me,
then I'll wait.
So just tell me, Spellman.
Is it over?
Or is there even a tiny chance…
that I can undo
the biggest mistake of my life?
Nick, I'm not who you think I am.
I'm the other Sabrina
you're gonna find out about pretty soon.
But I think there's definitely
a one percent chance she'll take you back.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I think Aunt Zee's probably done
berating Sabrina by now.
Well, Judith and Judas
are quite comfortable in a sealed bedroom.
Now you're going to tell us everything
you know about the eldritch terrors.
And in return,
we shall reacquaint your head
with your rotting meat sack.
I have no use for my body,
and you won't need yours either
once the remaining terrors arrive.
They'll feast on your flesh.
Somehow we thought you'd say that.
And now you forget, girls,
I bear the Mark of Cain.
I cannot be killed.
Quite right.
You cannot be killed,
but you can still feel pain, can you not?
Like when people say
they can still feel missing phantom limbs.
Hmm.
No.
Excellent. Excellent.
We'll have some fun with this now,
won't we, Father?
And you'll tell us all
about your good friends…
the eldritch terrors.
- Oh, I should probably go to school.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
All right then.
Now that we've all calmed down…
We know the problem.
The existence of two Sabrinas
has caused a…
A paradox.
…catastrophic anomaly forcing our realms
to crash into each other.
- But why?
- Don't you see?
Chaos begets chaos.
A chain reaction has begun that won't stop
until the realms
are wholly crushing each other.
What if we killed a Sabrina?
If one of us did die,
would that fix things?
Not necessarily.
The mortal and infernal realms
are attracting each other.
It wouldn't be enough
to just stop them. You'd…
We need to push them away from each other.
I've got a crazy idea.
Even crazier than two Sabrinas.
Mr. Scratch,
how long have you been lurking there?
Long enough to tell you
that no one's killing any Sabrina.
What's your crazy idea, warlock?
I'll talk in small words
so you can understand me.
Do you know what happens
when two magnets are close to each other?
Depending on the polarity,
they'll attract or repel each other.
Exactly.
The mortal realm has a magnetic field.
So does the infernal one.
Opposites attract.
But if we could
reverse the realms' polarities,
maybe they'd repel each other.
Hmm.
But how do we do that?
That's easy.
We Parent Trap the realms.
Order of Hecate,
you stand at the epicenter of Hell.
Morningstars, you stand
at the epicenter of the mortal realm.
Now summon your opposing energies.
We call upon you,
Maiden, Mother, and Crone,
imbue your dark power
into this infernal throne.
We call upon Hell
and its most unholy hordes.
I gift this realm my power,
the darkest of the dark lords.
The realms' energies are aligning.
It is working,
but the realms are so enmeshed.
It is like…
Conjoined twins.
We may succeed in separating them,
but we could destroy both in the process.
Stop. Stop the invocation.
Stop the invocation immediately!
We must regroup
and think of something else.
I've been thinking, Robin.
Um…
I can't go to the fay realm with you.
I can't leave my dad,
and my friends, and school.
Theo, you won't be safe here.
I've never run away
from a fight in my life.
Okay.
Then I'm not going either.
♪ So baby, baby, baby
Can you hear the drumroll? ♪
♪ 'Cause happy is the hollow
Of a mortal soul ♪
What? Is… is it raining?
Sounds like it's pouring cats and dogs.
That's not rain, Hilda. That's hail.
Perfect. Now it's hailing.
It's not hail, Directrix Spellman.
Behold.
- Those are pearls.
- Hmm?
It's raining pearls.
How can that be?
The Pearly Gates.
Merciful Merlin!
Heaven, the celestial realm,
is being dragged into this mess
and falling on top of us.
Which means that the False God
will be sticking his nose into our affairs
sooner rather than later.
I despise when he does that.
And yet all you do
is give him cause, bringer of light.
And, uh, who… who might you be, friend?
An eldritch terror perhaps?
No.
They are an angel
of the highest celestial order…
as close to the False God as I once was.
I am Metatron, born Enoch.
I represent order.
There is an unprecedented
amount of chaos in this cosmos.
Left to your own devices,
there would only be more.
So I come to you with a solution,
a method to restore order.
For the cosmos to survive,
one Sabrina must die.
Which Sabrina?
Either.
They both contain
the same number of molecules.
Choose one.
That's ridiculous.
We couldn't possibly choose.
- We can't choose one, obviously.
- No, that doesn't…
Silence!
Sorry.
There is yet one other solution.
The two Sabrinas can merge into one
so that only one single entity remains.
Merge?
What do they mean, "merge"?
Two cells fusing.
Surely… surely, there are risks to this?
The risks are inconsequential.
They have two distinct souls.
If you combine them,
won't one absorb the other
like twins in the womb?
And what if only one's memory survives?
Or neither's does?
Are those our only options?
Death or a merge?
Correct.
Maybe…
Maybe merging is not so bad.
Who would we even be?
Would we be either of us?
Maybe it'll be like how it was
before there were two of us.
And the realms will be preserved.
And no one would die because of us.
You know, in some way,
it'll be like we're together forever.
And what happens now?
Okay.
I think we go in there,
and we tell Metatron
that we'll agree to the merge.
But first, we need some time…
to wrap things up.
I've been spending
all these months in Hell.
If you don't mind, I'd love to spend
some time with your... or our friends.
Yeah, totally.
Will you tell them what's happening?
I don't think so.
I want a day that's just fun,
that's not tragic.
I don't even know
what I'd do with my last day.
I have an idea,
but first, I've gotta tell you
about this fascinating conversation
I had earlier with Nick.
We have an announcement to make.
This mess is our fault.
We won't be responsible
for countless deaths
of witches, mortals, and infernals.
- So we're going to do it.
- We're gonna merge.
S-Sabrinas,
are you sure?
I am, Auntie.
We're taking responsibility
for our actions.
No, I don't support this.
No, there's… there's…
there's another way.
There's…
there's always another way, right?
Ambrose, will you fix that telescope
and give it to Roz?
That telescope will be the alpha and omega
of my legacy at Baxter High.
Yeah, of… of course, Cousin.
Another final request, Metatron.
We want one last day as ourselves
to enjoy it as we see fit.
You have six hours.
You may enter.
What is it now, Hilda?
Oh, well, I just, um…
I, um… I finally got a chance
to come down and tell you.
Um…
- He's here.
- Who's here?
- Who?
- Lucifer.
He's at the Academy.
I just thought you would wanna know.
Right. Um…
So, shall we pack up a few things,
and we'll get you out of here before...
- No.
- No?
I can't keep running, Hilda.
I must face him, talk to him.
Here.
Take Adam.
Hide him.
- Okay.
- Keep him safe.
And send His Lordship in, will you?
- Are you really sure?
- Yes.
So this is where you've been
keeping yourself, Lilith.
A temple of Hecate.
Oh, she was the goddess of witches,
and I was the first witch.
And our newly born son? Where is he?
Spirited away where you'll never find him.
Lilith,
this is not a fairy tale.
When I leave this realm,
I will be taking my son.
Caliban sent two kings to kill me.
Didn't you, Caliban?
The wench lies.
I couldn't care less…
about you.
I promised you death
should you betray me.
I should kill you now.
But I won't make you a martyr to our son.
A son needs his mother.
How absurd you are!
As Romulus and Remus
suckled on the teat of a wolf,
so our son shall suckle on the teat
of a hellhound.
Toughen him up and all that.
And he'll have his father
to teach him how to be king.
Retrieve him.
Make sure he's ready
for his trip to Pandemonium.
You have six last hours
to spend with Adam.
Enjoy them.
Guys, crazy idea.
What if we play hooky today?
- Don't you play hooky basically every day?
- That is fair.
But not with you guys.
And today's kind of important.
What'd you have in mind?
Something I've never done
with you guys before.
So, Spellman,
why did you want me to meet you here?
Nick.
Knowing that I might not be myself
for much longer,
there's a few things
I need to say to you before it's too late.
Even after everything
that's happened between us…
I miss you…
so much.
And I heard what you said to me.
Well, to me and the other me. You…
You know what I mean.
And when I search my heart…
that one percent chance
you were talking about?
It's now.
♪ Turn around ♪
♪ Every now and then
I get a little bit lonely ♪
♪ And you're never coming 'round ♪
♪ Turn around ♪
♪ Every now and then
I get a little bit tired ♪
♪ Of listening to the sound of my tears ♪
♪ Turn around ♪
♪ Every now and then
I get a little bit nervous ♪
♪ That the best
Of all the years have gone by ♪
♪ Turn around ♪
♪ Every now and then
I get a little bit terrified ♪
♪ And then I see the look in your eyes ♪
♪ Turn around, bright eyes ♪
- ♪ Every now and then, I fall apart ♪
- ♪ Turn around, bright eyes ♪
♪ Every now and then, I fall apart ♪
♪ And I need you now tonight ♪
♪ And I need you more than ever ♪
♪ And if you only hold me tight ♪
♪ We'll be holding on forever ♪
♪ And we'll only be making it right ♪
♪ 'Cause we'll never be wrong ♪
♪ Together we can take it
To the end of the line ♪
♪ Your love is like
A shadow on me all of the time ♪
♪ All of the time ♪
♪ I don't know what to do
And I'm always in the dark ♪
♪ We're living in a powder keg
And giving off sparks ♪
♪ I really need you tonight ♪
♪ Forever's gonna start tonight ♪
♪ Forever's gonna start tonight ♪
♪ Once upon a time
I was falling in love ♪
♪ Now I'm only falling apart ♪
♪ There's nothing I can do ♪
♪ A total eclipse of the heart ♪
♪ A total eclipse of the heart ♪
Don't worry, little Adam.
Oh.
It'll be all right.
He'll never have you.
Never.
No matter what it takes.
What the hell?
- You're ruining his life.
- Whose?
Robin's.
He's one of us. He belongs with us.
He's as fast as lightning
and can run on freaking rainbows.
He'll live for thousands of years,
but not if he stays with you.
Every day spent in this doomed realm,
cut off from the faykind,
he gets a little weaker.
Eventually,
he won't be a hobgoblin at all.
Everything that makes him special
will be gone.
Let him go, mortal…
for his sake.
And voilà!
Good as new, that.
Oh no.
No, no, no, no, no, no. No. No.
We're supposed to rule Hell together.
What will happen to us now?
If I don't come back the same,
I guess you'll have
to torture all those souls without me.
That was a joke.
Thank you for loving me.
Once was not enough.
Come back to me, Spellman.
Enough chaos.
Let the merge begin.
Sabrinas, close your eyes
and invite the darkness of space
into yourselves.
Imagine yourselves floating, weightless.
Empty yourselves of your troubles,
your identities,
your souls.
Let yourselves go.
Release and surrender to my voice.
I will transform
and transmute you into one.
Stop!
Stop the ritual!
Ambrose, what is it?
Aunt Zelda, it is much bigger
than we could have ever imagined.
Everything we've experienced
is a mere prelude to our annihilation.
There are three new realms approaching…
on a collision course with our own.
Sorry. It's, what, three new realms?
How's that… What?
They are the next eldritch terror,
bearing down upon us,
causing these tremors,
promising our extinction.
They are horrors from the stars,
the Cosmic…
which is why it is strange
that our celestial friend here
did not know about it.
Unless they did.
They just chose not to share it with us.
Had you known of the duplicate cosmos,
there was an 83% chance
you would have tried
to preserve both Sabrinas' lives.
- Damn straight.
- And yet,
the probability
of those efforts being successful
would be approaching zero.
You would only have birthed more chaos.
The merge must proceed,
or the rogue cosmos
will destroy three realms.
Oh, wait a second.
What's the probability
of the merge succeeding?
Fifty-six percent.
Those are terrible odds.
What was your backup plan?
One or both Sabrinas must die.
- Step away from my niece.
- And my daughter.
Don't even think about it.
It is statistically the only way.
Order must be restored!
No! Sibling, stop!
You forget. We are both celestials.
Do not force my hand.
There will be order at all costs.
Then you leave me no choice.
Or… der.
Well, did the merge work?
Behold, the latest eldritch terror,
the Cosmic,
as foretold by Harvey Kinkle's sketch.
There are three duplicate realms
approaching our own.
The infernal, the mortal, the celestial.
The existence of two Sabrinas
in our cosmos has…
brought about the existence
of a parallel cosmos
that is hurtling towards ours,
being pulled towards ours by the Sabrinas.
However, I do have a simple idea
as to how we might stop this other cosmos
from crashing into our own.
We could possibly avert this deadly impact
and cause the eldritch cosmos to dissipate
by sending one Sabrina from our Earth
to the other Earth.
Like an offering
or a sacrifice.
Sabrina Morningstar must go.
She's clearly the lesser Sabrina.
- Oh, Auntie, that's not true.
- Sabrina Spellman is correct.
- She is by far the lesser Sabrina.
- But, Dad...
- Excuse me?
- Come on. Stop.
We are both equally responsible for this.
Yeah, exactly.
So we'll decide who goes, fair and square.
Sabrina Spellman and Morningstar
have decided upon their preferred method
of decision making.
Rock, paper, scissors.
On three.
- One.
- Two.
Three.
Spellman wins.
Morningstar must go.
No. I refuse.
The child, my child, stays with me.
Dad, please. Stop.
You always said
you wanted me to bring honor
to the House of Morningstar.
What kind of queen would I be
if I let all my subjects die?
How will we get me to the other cosmos?
A rocket?
No, Nicholas and I,
we'd open up a wormhole in a mirror,
and you would step through it.
Hey, babe.
Sorry I'm late. I…
I...
Theo?
Are you okay?
You need to go…
Robin…
with the other hobgoblins.
You need to go with them.
You can't stay here
and give up everything
that makes you, you.
Did something happen?
I don't want you here.
I don't want you here. Go.
I love you, Theo.
Leave your window unlocked.
And one night,
I'll… I'll come back through it.
I promise.
I love you too.
Go.
Please.
Honor your promise to me, Caliban.
I will, my lady.
I don't even know what to say.
Say…
Say you'll see us soon.
I'll see you soon.
Ready, Cousin?
What will the other universe be like?
If not an exact copy,
very close to our own.
We call upon the universe,
shift your paradigm.
Split apart the fabric of space and time.
Sabrina, is that you?
There you are.
Where were you? We were getting worried.
Not me. I haven't been worried
since bottomless mimosas.
What happens now, Ambrose?
We wait
and pray that the sky stops falling on us.
- Didn't Metatron say that the chances...
- Metatron did not know the future.
Nor did the angel account for hope…
and love.
The child,
hand him over.
The time has come, Lilith.
Give me my son.
Why don't you sit for a while,
like you used to? Have a bite to eat.
I've already lost one child today.
I will take the other with me presently.
Lilith?
You once cooked me a special meal.
My lover, Adam.
I named our son after him.
What have you done, Lilith?
Medea was a witch. Did you know that?
I freed our son, and I freed myself.
Rather he die than be raised by you.
And as for me,
well,
kill me
as promised, please.
Do it, I beg you.
Do it, please. I beg you.
You will not die for this outrage, Lilith,
but you will suffer.
- I curse you, witch, with humanity.
- What?
You are stripped of your powers
and banished from Hell
to walk on Earth the rest of your days.
You will age.
You will grow weak as all mortals do.
You will know strife.
You will know sickness, disease, pain,
but you will not die.
You will writhe in grievous guilt
for the choice you have made today,
and you will wish desperately for death,
for release,
but it will never come.
No! Wait.
Wait!
Wait! Wait!
Father,
we know what the next eldritch terror is.
The Cosmic.
Yes, child.
So you're going
to tell us how to stop it...
or my next needle…
goes in through your ear.
Sabrina.
- You thinking about her?
- Hmm.
Oh, look.
A falling star.
Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight.
That Sabrina be safe.
That we all be safe.