Superstition (2017–2018): Season 1, Episode 5 - Tangled Web - full transcript
Last time on Superstition...
Looks like you're gonna be
the man of the house soon.
Want you to take this.
How can you see her?
It must be Pop's ring.
He is your father whether
you like it or not.
I wish it was you and not my mom.
Did you just jump dimensions for me?
I couldn't bear to lose another son.
Now, I need to protect my family.
Arlo, what are you doing?
Pop said that was off limits.
- It's just a ring, Calvin.
- Last week I touched what I thought
was just a watch and my
hand still stinks. Let's go.
Aren't you curious?
- No.
- Come on, look.
- We're in a room filled with dope ass weapons.
- Arlo.
Crossbows, swords,
talismans.
There's gotta be something
awesome about that weapon.
That ring.
Nothing so closely
represents our family's legacy
as that ring.
When you put it on...
You have to be fully
committed to using it,
without hesitation.
What if we hesitate, Pop?
When you're ready...
And only when you're really
ready for all the responsibility
that comes with knowing,
I'll tell you both.
Not until then. Hmm?
But what'd I tell ya'll
about being in this room?
Hey, Calvin.
- Um...
- Hey.
- What a coincidence.
- Imagine that. Yeah.
What, that in a town
with limited food options
we'd see you here for lunch?
So...
Since we're all here,
we may as well just share
a table, make it easy.
- What do you think?
- Yeah.
Yeah, let's do that.
Okay, I get it.
You guys set up this whole
little happy to run into
each other family meal.
You're lucky you caught me at
the right amount of starving.
I cannot fight this.
Let's get to the tough decisions first.
Curly fries or onion rings?
I got bad news.
What you've got is bad timing.
Ain't no good timing
to deliver what I got to say.
What you do with the
message is up to you.
But I will caution.
If ignored, your
family will end up dead.
As dead as that man in the box.
I miss this sauce.
Ketchup?
I will have you know,
this is a very complex,
secret family blend.
And your mom will back me on it.
'Cause she used to make
it almost every week.
- You worked at the Cottonmouth?
- We're not discussing that.
She was a waitress, but
she spent most of her time
telling everybody else what to do.
Yeah, that I believe.
Well, here's what you want.
One night,
your mom, she was supposed to
be cleaning the grease traps.
But she ends up Tom
Sawyering me to do it.
I believe I rewarded you
with something very special
that night, did I not?
Oh, my God. You had sex
with him for grease traps?
God, no, Garvey!
Your mom made this recipe for fries
out of almost everything
she could find in the kitchen
that was borderline expired.
Chili, uh, pastrami, hot
sauce, more hot sauce,
- cheddar cheese.
- It was not cheddar, it was pimento.
If you're going to tell
the story, tell it right.
Whatever. And she called
it fireworks fries.
What's the fireworks?
What was it, hot sauce?
Uh...
Well, that was where your mom
finally decided to tell me she loved me.
After, big guy here, told me first.
And then we took up the
old Cottonmouth tradition
of carving our initials into the bar.
Along with the hundreds of
other initials that were there.
Random initials.
- You remember, May?
- Yeah.
And it's still up there if
you wanna see it, Garvey.
Why?
To see a symbol of
something that doesn't exist?
I mean, all tradition, you
guys still split up, so...
- Garvey.
- What?
We're not a family. Not a real one.
So, the next time you guys
wanna ambush me, skip it.
Looks like Mom needs me.
I gotta run.
Mmm.
So, you two are old friends?
In a manner of speaking.
And I've known your
father ways before that.
Like the kind of old friends
that value faded pictures
of each other or...
The kind that have some
long standing grudge.
Guess we'll keep this
conversation about the present.
Well, pecan pie and visions of death.
You have my undivided
attention, Aunt Nancy.
So, how exactly are we going to die?
The Dredge.
That furnace is still kicking,
we can go ahead there right now.
I wouldn't be so quick
to rush to the very thing
- that's trying to take you and your family down.
- Why is its sights set on us?
If I knew that I wouldn't
have bought the sweets.
But...
Every piece of a person's life
is woven like a web.
One moment, this moment.
Past, future, all...
Conducted as one.
I've gleaned that the fight
coming with The Dredge,
is tied to another nasty inferno,
in your past.
Aunt Nancy has a gift
for collecting memories.
And once collected,
I can read 'em like the pages of a book.
That's quite a tale.
Aunt Nancy, huh?
That's cute.
Little play on words.
Because she's no one's aunt.
You're looking at the Anansi.
There's quite a few Anansis
running around these days.
There's only one.
Heard you died, like,
100 years ago in Ghana.
A good story is hard to keep buried.
And the new ones always have to
change the title.
Curacao, Shi Maria.
Professional trickster.
Different names, same old lies.
Except she's gonna use
her creepy blood magic
to weave a web of them
to catch your tail.
Whether you want to give it up or not.
I see you two are old friends, too.
She's a guest in our home, Tilly.
Yeah, I would've recommended
that you keep her in the porch,
but it looks like we're way past that.
- Do not eat that pie!
- Hey!
I see you still have a
flair for the dramatic.
My guess, there'll be no
shortage of drama today.
Calvin!
- Calvin, what's wrong?
- You see, I warned you!
Looks like we'll be
skipping once upon a time.
What is this, Aunt Nancy?
Don't worry he's not
dead, it's just that
some people that need to
go on a journey the most
need a little push.
What exactly are you
pushing my boy to remember?
You and I have been on the
same side more than not,
but you come into my home
talking about the most
painful day of my life...
You'd better have a damn good reason
to dig into this darkness.
We shut some memories
behind a door, Bea.
'Cause some losses
are just too hard to go on
with them out in the open.
What happened to Arlo was a tragedy,
I came to keep you
from having another one.
Arlo?
No.
Pop!
Why?
Why?
I understand you have reservations.
But she and her family
have a long history of...
Which I'll remind you
hasn't always been so smooth.
She's dangerous, Bea.
Don't confuse power with danger.
Your family and I have
always done what's best,
with regard to this very unique town.
And how many other towns have
you left behind during your wake?
Traveling around collecting stories,
collateral damage to be damned.
You've come to like
the drama, haven't you?
She's an unreliable narrator.
You view people, so they're
mainly just characters, huh?
Live or die,
bothers you in the least.
- What's happening?
- I don't know.
Sometimes the answer's
gotta rattle loose.
Bring him out of the vision.
I can't. It's like Tilly said,
I'm not the writer, I'm just the reader.
- What does that mean exactly?
- Calvin's gotta wake himself.
- Is that...
- Stand back.
Oh, God.
Oh, God. Are you okay?
Good. You got my text.
All eight of 'em.
I could've sent a squad car.
Last I checked, somebody
was still grounded.
I let you slide for the stunt you
pulled over at the Cottonmouth,
but that was not one
of your best moments.
Yeah, I know. I get it.
I get it, too.
You've been juggling a lot lately.
So, I figured I would back up,
you know, just make some ribs,
have game night at the
house, just me and you.
- That's my punishment?
- Ha-ha.
Unfortunately,
I just landed this really
time-sensitive case,
so, I was thinking we could just
spend the quality time together here.
Or I could extend your grounding.
Quality time it is.
Just sit here, while
you work on your case.
Oh, no, no. You're gonna
talk to me. Let me have that.
Texting your friends the
whole night kinda defeats
the purpose of said quality
time, don't you think?
Thank you.
Where do you want delivery from?
How did you get in this room?
You wanna pretend that
protection spells and trinkets
can keep me out of it?
I was curious.
I wanted to see where
you spend your days.
I do miss you sometimes.
You were my favorite.
The Artful Dodger had nothing on me.
I didn't hear you complaining about it
when I filled your
belly full of cornbread.
It was easier then between us,
when you were younger.
You should know better
than anybody else.
The story gets more
complicated as it goes on.
Doesn't mean that I don't
ever consider a different path.
But brevity aside,
ours was a wonderful tale.
We both know that you fit
better with the Hastings,
and I see that they've come
to think of you as family.
After all...
Your blood is kept
with the rest of theirs.
So...
Given how they feel about you,
I'm curious.
Why don't the Hastings know
how you've come to be
everything that you are?
I'll tell them when I'm ready.
Or have you forgotten?
It's my story to tell.
But to keep a story as
good as yours on a shelf...
We both know
that's a missed opportunity.
The truth will come out.
It always does.
And what uncomfortable truth are
you trying to ring out of Calvin?
You may be wary of
me being in your home,
but trust me,
the Hastings would rather learn
their hidden truths from my methods,
as opposed to the ones
implemented by The Dredge.
I... I don't even have the
words to describe. It felt...
Real.
How the hell does reliving
this connect us to The Dredge?
You know, I've known Aunt
Nancy for a long time.
And when she senses trouble brewing,
she's usually right to some degree.
- I mean, her process may be questionable...
- Questionable?
She gave me pie. She should
have given me a heads-up
that I was gonna be
trapped in my own head.
And clearly, there's more to
this process than remembering.
It's because she uses a method
that taps into your soul.
That really sounds like it's gonna hurt.
You see, Aunt Nancy isn't
showing you a memory.
You're literally reliving it.
See, she does that by
tapping into the lines
that run through all of us.
Okay, so now that crazy
talk about spider webs
- is starting to make sense.
- People go to therapy, right?
Because metaphorically speaking,
your memories can hurt you.
It's the same thing.
Except, Aunt Nancy did not tell
you about that little detail
that when you're reliving
in that altered state,
- it can also...
- Kill you.
You were literally re-injured.
- And if Tilly hadn't pulled you out...
- You'd be dead.
The best stories are tinged with danger.
Well, if that doesn't sound like
a reason enough not to get back
onboard the crazy train,
I don't know what does.
Agreed.
Which is why I'll go instead.
- What? No!
- Ma. No, no.
You almost died that day, too.
So, I should do nothing and we just wait
for this new infernal to come for us?
We need to know what
this fight is about.
- We need answers.
- Well,
what if you go and I
lose you in the past, too?
You don't have to unspool
the thread of your story.
But the pages you've
traversed have shown me this.
If the answers are
not found in the past,
you will lose your
other son in the present.
I don't like this at all.
Look, I appreciate your concern.
Don't forget, I'm well-versed
in taking on the unexpected.
I'd say finding out Dad killed
Arlo was unexpected enough.
Now we're being told there's
more hell wrapped up in that day.
You know, maybe we should just let
whatever's in the
shadows just stay there.
If Aunt Nancy told you
Garvey's life was on the line,
you would be back in that memory
looking for clues, you would.
Well, it doesn't change the fact that
this soul cord stuff is dangerous.
It also doesn't change the
fact that your memories alone
can't provide the answer.
Whether trauma or
magic, for some reason,
Calvin's memories fail him.
Well...
As much as I do like
a good family drama,
I think it's time to begin.
Again.
- No talking you out of this, is there?
- No.
I'm gonna be holding
your hand the entire time.
It's easy to get lost in there, so...
If you hear me call your
name, just answer, okay?
I'll be listening.
I'm worried about our little boy's
pushing when he should be pulling,
talking when he should be listening.
He's smart and bright,
just maybe too bright for his own good.
Fathers and sons clash.
Thankfully,
we have Calvin to look after him, too.
Yeah, and two boys that can't
swim can drown each other.
Hey, wait, I'm sorry.
You asked me here to talk
and here I am blabbing.
What you got on your mind?
Uh, I've...
I have some concerning
news about Calvin and May.
Don't tell me he let that good
one slip through his fingers.
Hmm, she reminds me of you, Bea.
We Hastings men, we need a good
woman that keep us centered,
on track, in line.
May told me a secret.
One that she wants me to
keep from Calvin for now.
She's pregnant.
We're gonna be grandparents?
Oh, wow.
Girl, you'll be the
youngest, finest granny ever.
Grandma!
Ah! Grandma!
Whoo! Man.
- You...
- What?
You just, you...
I don't know. You've seen
it all and done it all and...
What I love about you is, you...
- You still live in the moment.
- It is a good moment.
On the other side of that,
our baby is going to have
a baby of his own soon.
- Mmm-hmm.
- Are you sure
the family business is what we
want Calvin and Arlo committing to?
Well...
It's in their blood, Bea.
It's their duty.
One that you yourself
has struggled with.
True. But look around you.
So many of these people,
they have empty lives,
looking for a reason.
And then there's us.
And the good we do, the
good that only we can do
far outweighs the burden.
And you know that I'm
not lying when I say,
Calvin's a natural at it.
Natural.
Doesn't necessarily mean natural fit.
Are you saying you want Calvin
to walk away from his true calling?
No, I'm... I'm saying that you
need to tell him everything.
The best of it, the darkest parts, too.
And then he can pick his path.
And after all, it's...
It's not just
his life to consider anymore. It's...
It's our grandkids, too.
Russ had better not be sending
you anything more scandalous
than some smiley face emojis.
Is that why I'm in jail?
Keep my virginity locked up.
Everything below is off-limits.
So everything above it is fair game.
We're not Gilmore Girls open.
I'm not about to share every
detail of my life with you.
You can trust me.
As of late, I haven't been
able to trust you with anything.
You've been sneaking around,
dabbling in mysticism.
That's a part of who I am.
And that is why I need the Hastings
to go over the list of dangers
that come along with it.
So that's what that was.
Hey, we just happened
to run into the man
who followed you at the
Cottonmouth for lunch.
Force us to spend quality time together.
Not the smoothest play,
but still the right one.
Your father is the only one
who can help you navigate
what you've been born into, Garvey.
Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly
my decision to keep him away.
I made a judgment call
to protect you. Okay?
I thought I could keep you away
from the creepiness in the world,
but apparently, I can't. So, new call.
You will make an attempt
to get to know your father.
- Stop calling him that.
- That is who he is.
Donating DNA doesn't mean
I need to send him a
card every year mid-June.
You can call him the tooth fairy,
if you want to. I don't care.
You will get to know him.
He's the only one who can
help you with the path.
I have made it this far.
I think me and my path
are doing just fine.
I can handle this.
Famous last words from every
teenager throughout time.
Are they coming for us?
What?
- Did we do that?
- All right, you just stay here.
Hmm.
Thank you.
It is glorious to finally be out.
No.
Get back in. I... I command you.
You're scared of this, aren't you?
That's no magic lamp and I'm no genie.
You turned the key on the prison
that's held me for centuries.
Okay, well, you don't
have to get back in,
but could you just go away?
I promise I won't tell anybody.
I promise.
I recall that custom.
You cross your heart.
So do you now hope to die?
If I'm the one that got you out,
I'm the one that can put you back in.
But your father hasn't
taught you to do that, has he?
Otherwise, you would have done so.
I can't touch the ring,
but because you can,
together we can unleash my brethren.
I'm not helping you do anything.
You have little choice, boy.
Hey, get away from my brother
before I kick your ugly gray ass.
Calvin.
Is this that gray ass-kicking
you were talking about?
There's a darkness in your soul.
Calvin.
Like chains, families are only
as strong as the weakest link.
But the weakest infernal
sets dimensional shift
traps to pick on boys.
You want to get your fight on?
Come on up to the womens' department.
Bitch.
And what's to be found there?
The source of your son's weakness?
Mom! Mom!
Ugh.
Tilly!
Ma, come back to me.
- Come back!
- What is it? What?
You got that taser charged up?
Oh, yeah, the spirit and the Holy Ghost.
It's happening.
Better improvise, Till.
'Cause her heart just stopped.
Okay.
You always were clever.
And you remain duplicitous.
If you want your family safe,
kick her the hell out of this house!
What else did you see?
She saw Arlo's mistake.
What does that mean?
This house is fortified.
No malevolent spirit should have
been able to enter that night.
The only way they could have is
if a spirit was tied to one of us.
No.
No, we promised each other
not to mess with anything
Isaac hadn't shown us how to use.
- He wouldn't have gone against that.
- What if he was tricked?
The infernal used Arlo to get free.
And it was after
something in your study.
That study is filled with thousands
of weapons and writings and relics.
It could've been after anything.
Mom, was there anything
else you remember?
She did wake in the Cottonmouth.
What does one thing have
to do with the other?
Mom?
Your future...
After Arlo passed, I...
Spoke with Isaac about helping
you pick a quieter path.
One different from all
these deathlessness.
You knew May was pregnant.
Ma, how could you keep that from me?
No matter their age, parents
protect their children from monsters.
Arlo's death became something
I couldn't guard you from.
You were no good to yourself.
And May could see at that time
that you would be no good to her.
Your Garvey...
She was right.
How could you not respect her wishes?
Clearly your future
is important, Calvin.
That infernal didn't just
wanna end your family,
it wanted to end your legacy.
Pop always said,
this ring was our legacy.
Arlo must have stood his ground
against the infernal to keep it.
Your father has secrets
regarding that ring
that even I don't know.
And things he'd planned to
teach you when he saw you ready.
Pop may have had a
plan, but he's not here.
You said you wanted to
help me choose a path,
but I need to know the truth
to know that I can handle it.
I get the pull to see the truth, I do.
But, Calvin, we both tried
and we didn't get any answers.
This time it will be different.
This time we'll go into
the memories together.
Once combined, we can find
a way to help the family.
Well,
let's find a bigger room.
So, I've been doing some thinking...
And it seems the more
salacious the ending,
the more you like the story.
Not that you'll believe this,
but this journey taken
ultimately will keep you safe.
The Dredge has designs on that ring.
I don't know what exactly.
Right.
But you know something.
I know that he told me either I
help him acquire it, or when he does,
he swore there will be a reckoning.
And to that end,
I apologize in advance for
what's about to happen next.
What the hell are you doing?
I'm bombarding them with
the memory repeatedly.
They led you how far?
No, I know how far you are, that's
a pretty big soup of the area.
All is well here.
Okay.
Okay, bye.
If we're gonna end this,
we're gonna need Arlo and
Isaac's account of that night.
Since they're not here, I
got you the next best thing.
Blood is a mystical representation
of a person's whole life,
and this is theirs.
You remain quite the clever girl.
I'm eager to see how this story ends.
Arlo...
What happened to Mom?
Arlo!
It's inside of me.
Shut up, boy.
It's gonna reach hundreds of
infernals and kill everyone.
You gotta shoot me.
I messed up and I let it out.
You gotta help me make this right.
No, dark soul.
Your future will bring death to others.
And I will unleash hell upon your world
that hasn't been seen since Solomon.
Pull the trigger, Calvin.
Or people are gonna die.
It's the only way. Do it!
The sons of the great
infernal hunter, will fall.
And from your bones
I will forge a weapon
that will kill your un-killlable father.
You're as weak as your brother.
Calvin.
Why?
Because we don't see things as they are,
we see things as we are.
What I wanna see is you leave.
Our stories are part of life's tapestry.
Leave!
You lied.
You lied to me.
You let them do it.
Only to protect you.
- From the fact that I'm a monster?
- No, son, no.
That thing was right. I
do, I have a dark soul, Ma.
Calvin...
My heart broke for Arlo.
But in those final minutes he
embraced the burden of our legacy,
and the two of you together kept
hundreds of horrors locked away.
And maybe that's why
your dark soul is needed.
I failed him.
I failed Arlo.
- And worse, I blamed Pop for it.
- Calvin.
Being a parent means you protect
your children as best as you can.
Your daughter will be
facing her own choices soon.
When you look into her eyes,
maybe you'll understand why
your father did what he did.
But I don't.
I don't understand it yet.
Hey.
I need a bourbon.
Mmm. Two fingers.
Heck of a night for you, too, huh?
Yeah.
Bea, can I ask you something?
Do you think I made the right decision
in keeping Garvey and Calvin apart?
With kids,
sometimes it takes years to learn
you've made the right decision.
And the day you go through gut,
and pray you're right by them.
My gut...
My gut tells me they need to talk.
I feel like he's the
only one who can help her.
Or maybe she's the only
one who can help him.
Sometimes I come here to think.
That's your favorite spot, too?
Look, I don't get most
of what the family does,
but I know it's important.
I'm just not so sure I can
handle the weight of it all.
Neither am I.
Sometimes I think I can.
Sometimes, not so much.
Yeah?
Do you know what I do when I
don't know which way to go in life?
I get pancakes.
Bigger the problem,
the higher the stack.
Or maybe we can get some now.
Maybe,
over them you can tell me
how you deal with everything
when it just gets so bad.
I was kinda hoping you
could tell me the same thing.
So, the Cottonmouth?
I guess that means a rain check?
Unfortunately.
You got monsters to slay...
Dad.
It's okay, really. I get it.
I'll hold you to that rain check.
Make sure you do.
I got your text, I'm on the way.
Does my family amuse you?
Only their father.
But you might wanna
thank me for saving them,
or at least delaying their slaughter.
I think it'd be wise you
leave them the hell alone.
Welcome back, Isaac.
Looks like you're gonna be
the man of the house soon.
Want you to take this.
How can you see her?
It must be Pop's ring.
He is your father whether
you like it or not.
I wish it was you and not my mom.
Did you just jump dimensions for me?
I couldn't bear to lose another son.
Now, I need to protect my family.
Arlo, what are you doing?
Pop said that was off limits.
- It's just a ring, Calvin.
- Last week I touched what I thought
was just a watch and my
hand still stinks. Let's go.
Aren't you curious?
- No.
- Come on, look.
- We're in a room filled with dope ass weapons.
- Arlo.
Crossbows, swords,
talismans.
There's gotta be something
awesome about that weapon.
That ring.
Nothing so closely
represents our family's legacy
as that ring.
When you put it on...
You have to be fully
committed to using it,
without hesitation.
What if we hesitate, Pop?
When you're ready...
And only when you're really
ready for all the responsibility
that comes with knowing,
I'll tell you both.
Not until then. Hmm?
But what'd I tell ya'll
about being in this room?
Hey, Calvin.
- Um...
- Hey.
- What a coincidence.
- Imagine that. Yeah.
What, that in a town
with limited food options
we'd see you here for lunch?
So...
Since we're all here,
we may as well just share
a table, make it easy.
- What do you think?
- Yeah.
Yeah, let's do that.
Okay, I get it.
You guys set up this whole
little happy to run into
each other family meal.
You're lucky you caught me at
the right amount of starving.
I cannot fight this.
Let's get to the tough decisions first.
Curly fries or onion rings?
I got bad news.
What you've got is bad timing.
Ain't no good timing
to deliver what I got to say.
What you do with the
message is up to you.
But I will caution.
If ignored, your
family will end up dead.
As dead as that man in the box.
I miss this sauce.
Ketchup?
I will have you know,
this is a very complex,
secret family blend.
And your mom will back me on it.
'Cause she used to make
it almost every week.
- You worked at the Cottonmouth?
- We're not discussing that.
She was a waitress, but
she spent most of her time
telling everybody else what to do.
Yeah, that I believe.
Well, here's what you want.
One night,
your mom, she was supposed to
be cleaning the grease traps.
But she ends up Tom
Sawyering me to do it.
I believe I rewarded you
with something very special
that night, did I not?
Oh, my God. You had sex
with him for grease traps?
God, no, Garvey!
Your mom made this recipe for fries
out of almost everything
she could find in the kitchen
that was borderline expired.
Chili, uh, pastrami, hot
sauce, more hot sauce,
- cheddar cheese.
- It was not cheddar, it was pimento.
If you're going to tell
the story, tell it right.
Whatever. And she called
it fireworks fries.
What's the fireworks?
What was it, hot sauce?
Uh...
Well, that was where your mom
finally decided to tell me she loved me.
After, big guy here, told me first.
And then we took up the
old Cottonmouth tradition
of carving our initials into the bar.
Along with the hundreds of
other initials that were there.
Random initials.
- You remember, May?
- Yeah.
And it's still up there if
you wanna see it, Garvey.
Why?
To see a symbol of
something that doesn't exist?
I mean, all tradition, you
guys still split up, so...
- Garvey.
- What?
We're not a family. Not a real one.
So, the next time you guys
wanna ambush me, skip it.
Looks like Mom needs me.
I gotta run.
Mmm.
So, you two are old friends?
In a manner of speaking.
And I've known your
father ways before that.
Like the kind of old friends
that value faded pictures
of each other or...
The kind that have some
long standing grudge.
Guess we'll keep this
conversation about the present.
Well, pecan pie and visions of death.
You have my undivided
attention, Aunt Nancy.
So, how exactly are we going to die?
The Dredge.
That furnace is still kicking,
we can go ahead there right now.
I wouldn't be so quick
to rush to the very thing
- that's trying to take you and your family down.
- Why is its sights set on us?
If I knew that I wouldn't
have bought the sweets.
But...
Every piece of a person's life
is woven like a web.
One moment, this moment.
Past, future, all...
Conducted as one.
I've gleaned that the fight
coming with The Dredge,
is tied to another nasty inferno,
in your past.
Aunt Nancy has a gift
for collecting memories.
And once collected,
I can read 'em like the pages of a book.
That's quite a tale.
Aunt Nancy, huh?
That's cute.
Little play on words.
Because she's no one's aunt.
You're looking at the Anansi.
There's quite a few Anansis
running around these days.
There's only one.
Heard you died, like,
100 years ago in Ghana.
A good story is hard to keep buried.
And the new ones always have to
change the title.
Curacao, Shi Maria.
Professional trickster.
Different names, same old lies.
Except she's gonna use
her creepy blood magic
to weave a web of them
to catch your tail.
Whether you want to give it up or not.
I see you two are old friends, too.
She's a guest in our home, Tilly.
Yeah, I would've recommended
that you keep her in the porch,
but it looks like we're way past that.
- Do not eat that pie!
- Hey!
I see you still have a
flair for the dramatic.
My guess, there'll be no
shortage of drama today.
Calvin!
- Calvin, what's wrong?
- You see, I warned you!
Looks like we'll be
skipping once upon a time.
What is this, Aunt Nancy?
Don't worry he's not
dead, it's just that
some people that need to
go on a journey the most
need a little push.
What exactly are you
pushing my boy to remember?
You and I have been on the
same side more than not,
but you come into my home
talking about the most
painful day of my life...
You'd better have a damn good reason
to dig into this darkness.
We shut some memories
behind a door, Bea.
'Cause some losses
are just too hard to go on
with them out in the open.
What happened to Arlo was a tragedy,
I came to keep you
from having another one.
Arlo?
No.
Pop!
Why?
Why?
I understand you have reservations.
But she and her family
have a long history of...
Which I'll remind you
hasn't always been so smooth.
She's dangerous, Bea.
Don't confuse power with danger.
Your family and I have
always done what's best,
with regard to this very unique town.
And how many other towns have
you left behind during your wake?
Traveling around collecting stories,
collateral damage to be damned.
You've come to like
the drama, haven't you?
She's an unreliable narrator.
You view people, so they're
mainly just characters, huh?
Live or die,
bothers you in the least.
- What's happening?
- I don't know.
Sometimes the answer's
gotta rattle loose.
Bring him out of the vision.
I can't. It's like Tilly said,
I'm not the writer, I'm just the reader.
- What does that mean exactly?
- Calvin's gotta wake himself.
- Is that...
- Stand back.
Oh, God.
Oh, God. Are you okay?
Good. You got my text.
All eight of 'em.
I could've sent a squad car.
Last I checked, somebody
was still grounded.
I let you slide for the stunt you
pulled over at the Cottonmouth,
but that was not one
of your best moments.
Yeah, I know. I get it.
I get it, too.
You've been juggling a lot lately.
So, I figured I would back up,
you know, just make some ribs,
have game night at the
house, just me and you.
- That's my punishment?
- Ha-ha.
Unfortunately,
I just landed this really
time-sensitive case,
so, I was thinking we could just
spend the quality time together here.
Or I could extend your grounding.
Quality time it is.
Just sit here, while
you work on your case.
Oh, no, no. You're gonna
talk to me. Let me have that.
Texting your friends the
whole night kinda defeats
the purpose of said quality
time, don't you think?
Thank you.
Where do you want delivery from?
How did you get in this room?
You wanna pretend that
protection spells and trinkets
can keep me out of it?
I was curious.
I wanted to see where
you spend your days.
I do miss you sometimes.
You were my favorite.
The Artful Dodger had nothing on me.
I didn't hear you complaining about it
when I filled your
belly full of cornbread.
It was easier then between us,
when you were younger.
You should know better
than anybody else.
The story gets more
complicated as it goes on.
Doesn't mean that I don't
ever consider a different path.
But brevity aside,
ours was a wonderful tale.
We both know that you fit
better with the Hastings,
and I see that they've come
to think of you as family.
After all...
Your blood is kept
with the rest of theirs.
So...
Given how they feel about you,
I'm curious.
Why don't the Hastings know
how you've come to be
everything that you are?
I'll tell them when I'm ready.
Or have you forgotten?
It's my story to tell.
But to keep a story as
good as yours on a shelf...
We both know
that's a missed opportunity.
The truth will come out.
It always does.
And what uncomfortable truth are
you trying to ring out of Calvin?
You may be wary of
me being in your home,
but trust me,
the Hastings would rather learn
their hidden truths from my methods,
as opposed to the ones
implemented by The Dredge.
I... I don't even have the
words to describe. It felt...
Real.
How the hell does reliving
this connect us to The Dredge?
You know, I've known Aunt
Nancy for a long time.
And when she senses trouble brewing,
she's usually right to some degree.
- I mean, her process may be questionable...
- Questionable?
She gave me pie. She should
have given me a heads-up
that I was gonna be
trapped in my own head.
And clearly, there's more to
this process than remembering.
It's because she uses a method
that taps into your soul.
That really sounds like it's gonna hurt.
You see, Aunt Nancy isn't
showing you a memory.
You're literally reliving it.
See, she does that by
tapping into the lines
that run through all of us.
Okay, so now that crazy
talk about spider webs
- is starting to make sense.
- People go to therapy, right?
Because metaphorically speaking,
your memories can hurt you.
It's the same thing.
Except, Aunt Nancy did not tell
you about that little detail
that when you're reliving
in that altered state,
- it can also...
- Kill you.
You were literally re-injured.
- And if Tilly hadn't pulled you out...
- You'd be dead.
The best stories are tinged with danger.
Well, if that doesn't sound like
a reason enough not to get back
onboard the crazy train,
I don't know what does.
Agreed.
Which is why I'll go instead.
- What? No!
- Ma. No, no.
You almost died that day, too.
So, I should do nothing and we just wait
for this new infernal to come for us?
We need to know what
this fight is about.
- We need answers.
- Well,
what if you go and I
lose you in the past, too?
You don't have to unspool
the thread of your story.
But the pages you've
traversed have shown me this.
If the answers are
not found in the past,
you will lose your
other son in the present.
I don't like this at all.
Look, I appreciate your concern.
Don't forget, I'm well-versed
in taking on the unexpected.
I'd say finding out Dad killed
Arlo was unexpected enough.
Now we're being told there's
more hell wrapped up in that day.
You know, maybe we should just let
whatever's in the
shadows just stay there.
If Aunt Nancy told you
Garvey's life was on the line,
you would be back in that memory
looking for clues, you would.
Well, it doesn't change the fact that
this soul cord stuff is dangerous.
It also doesn't change the
fact that your memories alone
can't provide the answer.
Whether trauma or
magic, for some reason,
Calvin's memories fail him.
Well...
As much as I do like
a good family drama,
I think it's time to begin.
Again.
- No talking you out of this, is there?
- No.
I'm gonna be holding
your hand the entire time.
It's easy to get lost in there, so...
If you hear me call your
name, just answer, okay?
I'll be listening.
I'm worried about our little boy's
pushing when he should be pulling,
talking when he should be listening.
He's smart and bright,
just maybe too bright for his own good.
Fathers and sons clash.
Thankfully,
we have Calvin to look after him, too.
Yeah, and two boys that can't
swim can drown each other.
Hey, wait, I'm sorry.
You asked me here to talk
and here I am blabbing.
What you got on your mind?
Uh, I've...
I have some concerning
news about Calvin and May.
Don't tell me he let that good
one slip through his fingers.
Hmm, she reminds me of you, Bea.
We Hastings men, we need a good
woman that keep us centered,
on track, in line.
May told me a secret.
One that she wants me to
keep from Calvin for now.
She's pregnant.
We're gonna be grandparents?
Oh, wow.
Girl, you'll be the
youngest, finest granny ever.
Grandma!
Ah! Grandma!
Whoo! Man.
- You...
- What?
You just, you...
I don't know. You've seen
it all and done it all and...
What I love about you is, you...
- You still live in the moment.
- It is a good moment.
On the other side of that,
our baby is going to have
a baby of his own soon.
- Mmm-hmm.
- Are you sure
the family business is what we
want Calvin and Arlo committing to?
Well...
It's in their blood, Bea.
It's their duty.
One that you yourself
has struggled with.
True. But look around you.
So many of these people,
they have empty lives,
looking for a reason.
And then there's us.
And the good we do, the
good that only we can do
far outweighs the burden.
And you know that I'm
not lying when I say,
Calvin's a natural at it.
Natural.
Doesn't necessarily mean natural fit.
Are you saying you want Calvin
to walk away from his true calling?
No, I'm... I'm saying that you
need to tell him everything.
The best of it, the darkest parts, too.
And then he can pick his path.
And after all, it's...
It's not just
his life to consider anymore. It's...
It's our grandkids, too.
Russ had better not be sending
you anything more scandalous
than some smiley face emojis.
Is that why I'm in jail?
Keep my virginity locked up.
Everything below is off-limits.
So everything above it is fair game.
We're not Gilmore Girls open.
I'm not about to share every
detail of my life with you.
You can trust me.
As of late, I haven't been
able to trust you with anything.
You've been sneaking around,
dabbling in mysticism.
That's a part of who I am.
And that is why I need the Hastings
to go over the list of dangers
that come along with it.
So that's what that was.
Hey, we just happened
to run into the man
who followed you at the
Cottonmouth for lunch.
Force us to spend quality time together.
Not the smoothest play,
but still the right one.
Your father is the only one
who can help you navigate
what you've been born into, Garvey.
Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly
my decision to keep him away.
I made a judgment call
to protect you. Okay?
I thought I could keep you away
from the creepiness in the world,
but apparently, I can't. So, new call.
You will make an attempt
to get to know your father.
- Stop calling him that.
- That is who he is.
Donating DNA doesn't mean
I need to send him a
card every year mid-June.
You can call him the tooth fairy,
if you want to. I don't care.
You will get to know him.
He's the only one who can
help you with the path.
I have made it this far.
I think me and my path
are doing just fine.
I can handle this.
Famous last words from every
teenager throughout time.
Are they coming for us?
What?
- Did we do that?
- All right, you just stay here.
Hmm.
Thank you.
It is glorious to finally be out.
No.
Get back in. I... I command you.
You're scared of this, aren't you?
That's no magic lamp and I'm no genie.
You turned the key on the prison
that's held me for centuries.
Okay, well, you don't
have to get back in,
but could you just go away?
I promise I won't tell anybody.
I promise.
I recall that custom.
You cross your heart.
So do you now hope to die?
If I'm the one that got you out,
I'm the one that can put you back in.
But your father hasn't
taught you to do that, has he?
Otherwise, you would have done so.
I can't touch the ring,
but because you can,
together we can unleash my brethren.
I'm not helping you do anything.
You have little choice, boy.
Hey, get away from my brother
before I kick your ugly gray ass.
Calvin.
Is this that gray ass-kicking
you were talking about?
There's a darkness in your soul.
Calvin.
Like chains, families are only
as strong as the weakest link.
But the weakest infernal
sets dimensional shift
traps to pick on boys.
You want to get your fight on?
Come on up to the womens' department.
Bitch.
And what's to be found there?
The source of your son's weakness?
Mom! Mom!
Ugh.
Tilly!
Ma, come back to me.
- Come back!
- What is it? What?
You got that taser charged up?
Oh, yeah, the spirit and the Holy Ghost.
It's happening.
Better improvise, Till.
'Cause her heart just stopped.
Okay.
You always were clever.
And you remain duplicitous.
If you want your family safe,
kick her the hell out of this house!
What else did you see?
She saw Arlo's mistake.
What does that mean?
This house is fortified.
No malevolent spirit should have
been able to enter that night.
The only way they could have is
if a spirit was tied to one of us.
No.
No, we promised each other
not to mess with anything
Isaac hadn't shown us how to use.
- He wouldn't have gone against that.
- What if he was tricked?
The infernal used Arlo to get free.
And it was after
something in your study.
That study is filled with thousands
of weapons and writings and relics.
It could've been after anything.
Mom, was there anything
else you remember?
She did wake in the Cottonmouth.
What does one thing have
to do with the other?
Mom?
Your future...
After Arlo passed, I...
Spoke with Isaac about helping
you pick a quieter path.
One different from all
these deathlessness.
You knew May was pregnant.
Ma, how could you keep that from me?
No matter their age, parents
protect their children from monsters.
Arlo's death became something
I couldn't guard you from.
You were no good to yourself.
And May could see at that time
that you would be no good to her.
Your Garvey...
She was right.
How could you not respect her wishes?
Clearly your future
is important, Calvin.
That infernal didn't just
wanna end your family,
it wanted to end your legacy.
Pop always said,
this ring was our legacy.
Arlo must have stood his ground
against the infernal to keep it.
Your father has secrets
regarding that ring
that even I don't know.
And things he'd planned to
teach you when he saw you ready.
Pop may have had a
plan, but he's not here.
You said you wanted to
help me choose a path,
but I need to know the truth
to know that I can handle it.
I get the pull to see the truth, I do.
But, Calvin, we both tried
and we didn't get any answers.
This time it will be different.
This time we'll go into
the memories together.
Once combined, we can find
a way to help the family.
Well,
let's find a bigger room.
So, I've been doing some thinking...
And it seems the more
salacious the ending,
the more you like the story.
Not that you'll believe this,
but this journey taken
ultimately will keep you safe.
The Dredge has designs on that ring.
I don't know what exactly.
Right.
But you know something.
I know that he told me either I
help him acquire it, or when he does,
he swore there will be a reckoning.
And to that end,
I apologize in advance for
what's about to happen next.
What the hell are you doing?
I'm bombarding them with
the memory repeatedly.
They led you how far?
No, I know how far you are, that's
a pretty big soup of the area.
All is well here.
Okay.
Okay, bye.
If we're gonna end this,
we're gonna need Arlo and
Isaac's account of that night.
Since they're not here, I
got you the next best thing.
Blood is a mystical representation
of a person's whole life,
and this is theirs.
You remain quite the clever girl.
I'm eager to see how this story ends.
Arlo...
What happened to Mom?
Arlo!
It's inside of me.
Shut up, boy.
It's gonna reach hundreds of
infernals and kill everyone.
You gotta shoot me.
I messed up and I let it out.
You gotta help me make this right.
No, dark soul.
Your future will bring death to others.
And I will unleash hell upon your world
that hasn't been seen since Solomon.
Pull the trigger, Calvin.
Or people are gonna die.
It's the only way. Do it!
The sons of the great
infernal hunter, will fall.
And from your bones
I will forge a weapon
that will kill your un-killlable father.
You're as weak as your brother.
Calvin.
Why?
Because we don't see things as they are,
we see things as we are.
What I wanna see is you leave.
Our stories are part of life's tapestry.
Leave!
You lied.
You lied to me.
You let them do it.
Only to protect you.
- From the fact that I'm a monster?
- No, son, no.
That thing was right. I
do, I have a dark soul, Ma.
Calvin...
My heart broke for Arlo.
But in those final minutes he
embraced the burden of our legacy,
and the two of you together kept
hundreds of horrors locked away.
And maybe that's why
your dark soul is needed.
I failed him.
I failed Arlo.
- And worse, I blamed Pop for it.
- Calvin.
Being a parent means you protect
your children as best as you can.
Your daughter will be
facing her own choices soon.
When you look into her eyes,
maybe you'll understand why
your father did what he did.
But I don't.
I don't understand it yet.
Hey.
I need a bourbon.
Mmm. Two fingers.
Heck of a night for you, too, huh?
Yeah.
Bea, can I ask you something?
Do you think I made the right decision
in keeping Garvey and Calvin apart?
With kids,
sometimes it takes years to learn
you've made the right decision.
And the day you go through gut,
and pray you're right by them.
My gut...
My gut tells me they need to talk.
I feel like he's the
only one who can help her.
Or maybe she's the only
one who can help him.
Sometimes I come here to think.
That's your favorite spot, too?
Look, I don't get most
of what the family does,
but I know it's important.
I'm just not so sure I can
handle the weight of it all.
Neither am I.
Sometimes I think I can.
Sometimes, not so much.
Yeah?
Do you know what I do when I
don't know which way to go in life?
I get pancakes.
Bigger the problem,
the higher the stack.
Or maybe we can get some now.
Maybe,
over them you can tell me
how you deal with everything
when it just gets so bad.
I was kinda hoping you
could tell me the same thing.
So, the Cottonmouth?
I guess that means a rain check?
Unfortunately.
You got monsters to slay...
Dad.
It's okay, really. I get it.
I'll hold you to that rain check.
Make sure you do.
I got your text, I'm on the way.
Does my family amuse you?
Only their father.
But you might wanna
thank me for saving them,
or at least delaying their slaughter.
I think it'd be wise you
leave them the hell alone.
Welcome back, Isaac.