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: The doctors say it's terminal. Cordelia Foxx
: Do me a favor. Die before Thanksgiving, so none of us have to suffer through that mess of raisins and Styrofoam you call stuffing.
: Losing Queenie is a terrible failure. My failure. But as of now, she's dead to me. And no one else will slip through the cracks.
: What the hell happened to the staff in this house?
: Hello? Don't worry. You're amongst friends. Myrtle Snow
: Of course I am, Cordelia. So long as Fiona isn't with you. Cordelia Foxx
: Myrtle? Oh, my God. I thought I'd never see you again. Myrtle Snow
: Poor choice of words, girl. But given my wretched appearance, maybe it's a good thing you're blind as a butter knife. Nan
: How did your hair grow back so quick? Myrtle Snow
: Oh, little bird, I've been buying in bulk from North Korea for years!
: Mothballs and history. It's a cocktail I swoon for. Misty Day
: I feel like a queen. Madison Montgomery
: How does putting on this smelly old stuff help us get rid of Fiona? Cordelia Foxx
: It's part of a ceremony called the "Sacred Taking," which allows for the ascension of the new Supreme. Zoe Benson
: And we're sure Misty's the next Supreme? Myrtle Snow
: I'm certain of her credentials. She's brought back more people from the dead than Jesus Christ. Madison Montgomery
: [to Zoe
] Disappointed? You thought it was you, didn't you? Zoe Benson
: Well, I knew it wasn't you, because when Fiona cut your throat, you died. Nan
: It could be any one of us. Madison Montgomery
: Not really. It's pretty obvious. Nan
: And what does that mean? Cordelia Foxx
: Being the Supreme isn't something to wish for. It's not a gift. It's a burden. How many of these women had happy lives? They had power, but with it came the responsibility of the coven. They all bowed under the weight, except my mother... who ran from it. Misty Day
: Can I say something? I don't want to be the Supreme. Cordelia Foxx
: Nobody gets to choose. When Fiona dies, whoever it is... will be.
: The Sacred Taking is a ritual used in times of crisis to ensure the survival of the coven. It has been invoked three times in our history. The first, during the Salem Witch Trials in 1692. The coven had decided to flee south, away from Salem and the persecution of the Court of Oyer and Terminer. The reigning Supreme at that time, Prudence Mather, suffered from consumption, and knew she would be too weak to make the journey. She gathered her witches and invoked the Sacred Taking. It's the most hallowed sacrifice a Supreme can make. Prudence took her own life, which allowed a new Supreme to rise and lead them to safety.
: This is so incredibly stressful and weird. You don't feel anything? Misty Day
: My stomach feels like a storm's about to hit, but it's probably just my nerves. I'm not exactly what you call a natural born leader. Myrtle Snow
: Neither was King George, but one rises to the occasion. Cordelia Foxx
: Your feet should be getting warmer. Myrtle Snow
: I'm told it starts as a tingle in the cooch. Fiona Goode
: For me, it was a classic migraine.
: Go to hell. The Axeman
: Ladies first.
: Why are there roses in here? Fiona Goode
: I thought you might enjoy them. They're the very last of your heirlooms. Cordelia Foxx
: Roses pull in love and romance. That's not what I'm looking for right now. I need chrysanthemums. All kinds of them, for strength and protection.
: I wanted to sever his arms and throw him out the window. I had to stop myself.
: Who is she? Who is the redhead? Hank Foxx
: Whoa, whoa, whoa, baby. I don't know what you're talking about. Cordelia Foxx
: Enough bullshit! Anything else you want to tell me now? Because I will see it sooner or later. I had to go blind to see things about you I couldn't see before. A bad cosmic joke. It's a different kind of clarity, an absolute clarity I've never had. The images almost vibrate with light. Fiona Goode
: Thank Christ she's finally got your number. Hank Foxx
: She's high as a kite. You know what they gave her before we left the hospital? Cordelia Foxx
: I'm high all right, but it's not the drugs. And rest assured, you will be accountable for every single betrayal, no matter how deep you think your secrets are buried. Now get out of here. Get out! Hank Foxx
: Baby. You're my... you're my heart. Fiona Goode
: I'd get out while you still can, Jughead.
: Why didn't you tell me? Fiona Goode
: What? What? What did you see? Cordelia Foxx
: Auntie Myrtle.
] Fiona Goode
: I wanted to tell you, Delia, but you were in so much pain, and I didn't want to add to it. Cordelia Foxx
: Burned at the stake. Fiona Goode
: Yes. For what she did to you, yes. Cordelia Foxx
: No. That cannot be. Fiona Goode
: I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I think it's best if I let you be alone for awhile.
: Who are you? What do you want? The Axeman
: Release. Cordelia Foxx
: I can't do that. The Axeman
: Don't think so, dirty pussy cat? Goddamn witches. They ended me once, right here in this very room. And for years after, the parties and the music and the dancing raged wild outside while I sat trapped inside these four ugly walls. Now, last night, this sweet young witch comes along and offers me my release, and I said, "Oh, yes, ma'am, yes, please. What do you need?" She asks her favor, and I provide. The thing is, when the time comes for her to ante up, bitch lies, leaving me betwixt, between and ready to pop. Cordelia Foxx
: You died? The Axeman
: Uh-huh. Cordelia Foxx
: And now you're trapped. The Axeman
: Right here with you. Cordelia Foxx
: The only way I can help you is if you let me out of here. The Axeman
: No. Nobody leaves this room. You see, I had a... a contract. Promises were made, and all you've got to do is sing and dance, and call the witches who owe me my freedom. And I'll provide the music.
: Where's my rug?
: My God, what happened? Fiona Goode
: This girl was attacked near to death while you slept. Cordelia Foxx
: By who? Fiona Goode
: Not who. By what. Some minion of hell or other. Cordelia Foxx
: Summoned by who? Not one of our girls? Fiona Goode
: Oh, Christ, our girls couldn't pull a rabbit out of a hat. This was dark art voodoo, flat out. Cordelia Foxx
: Marie Laveau. Fiona Goode
: No doubt.
: Wow. I had no idea the Council would be joining us today.
] Cordelia Foxx
: How screwed am I? Myrtle Snow
: Mm, just breathe.
: Why do you hate Hank? Are you attracted to him? Fiona Goode
: Ugh! Jesus. Because, Delia, he reeks of bullshit. And I don't understand how you cannot see that.
] This will not stand! You killed Anna-Lee because she was the last Supreme! And you killed an innocent girl because she was the next Supreme! You'll get away with it! She keeps getting away with it! Cordelia Foxx
: You're wrong. You think my mother killed Madison Montgomery so she could remain the Supreme? Myrtle Snow
: Yes! You're blind to the ways of your mother, chicky! You always have been! Cordelia Foxx
: Madison wasn't the next Supreme. The hallmark of any rising Supreme is glowing, radiant health. Madison had a heart murmur. She kept it monitored, she kept it secret. So I'm sorry, Myrtle. For 40 years, you've been barking up the wrong tree. My mother is the Supreme for a reason. Quentin
: Hear, hear.
: Goddamn it! Could people please not move things? Some of us are blind!
: Delia, there's a... I need to say something, or I'll simply explode. I need to know for certain that you don't think I did this to you. I remember the first day Fiona dropped you off here. You were like a baby bird, pushed too soon from the nest. Do you remember what you asked me? Young Cordelia
: Will you be my mother now? Myrtle Snow
: I've always loved you like a daughter. Wrap your arms around me, dear girl. Use your power of sight, and you'll see that I could not have done this terrible thing. Cordelia Foxx
: No. I won't. I don't need magic to tell me what I already know. I know you would never hurt me. I never doubted you for a second, and I told my mother that. My mother set you up. My blindness gave me real vision, but it's of no use to me now. Not when there are witch hunters right outside our door. Myrtle Snow
: Darling, if I could pluck my own eyes out of my head and gift them to you, I would.
: I had a Turkish Angora cat who was born with one brown eye and one blue. She was absolutely gorgeous. Cordelia Foxx
: Oh, my God. I can see.
: [to Cordelia
] Your husband was a Witch Hunter. Showed up at my place, runnin' his mouth 'bout how he been killin' witches his whole life, 'bout how he had all this access, how his mother-in-law was the Supreme.
] Marie Laveau
: Ooooh, he hated your ass. But he gave me a fair price, so...
] Marie Laveau
: You *were* my sworn enemy. Cordelia Foxx
: You hired him to kill me? To kill my girls? Marie Laveau
: Uh-huh. But he was too soft on you, he couldn't do it. He was trying to protect you, all right. From me. Lucky for y'all, he was a stone fool! Fiona Goode
: [backhand slaps Cordelia
] You're not just blind, you are willfully blind! You married Hank to prove some childish point and brought a viper into this sacred house. Marie Laveau
: It's all water under the bridge now, mama. Come on, come on.
] Fiona Goode
: Hank was not some lone assassin with a grudge. Witch Hunters never act alone. They are part of an ancient order of men whose sole purpose is to rid the world of witches. Black or white. Now, we don't have to waste our time with worker bees, what we have to do is to find the hive.
: They pray to one god - a green, merciless god. Money. So we cut off their supply, bring them to their knees, make them crawl to us and beg for mercy. Here, I can do that. Cordelia Foxx
: I want to help. Fiona Goode
: No. You're tainted. You let them get inside your head. Cordelia Foxx
: We can fight about this for the next ten years, but right now I want to help you. Fiona Goode
: No! Don't you understand anything? You can't help me. You can't help anyone. You're worthless, hopeless. Get out of my sight.
: Could you please stop playing for a minute? I need to focus. Myrtle Snow
: No, no, no. Sit. Listen to the celestial tones. Cordelia Foxx
: What is that thing? It's hideous and weird. Myrtle Snow
: Don't be a hater, dear. It's a theremin. I cannot tell you how playing this instrument soothes my soul in tempestuous times. Cordelia Foxx
: Nothing could soothe my soul. I have nothing to offer this coven anymore. Who am I? What do I do? Myrtle Snow
: You buck up is what you do! Face reality headlong and carry on. Cordelia Foxx
: But how? I have no one, and my powers are gone. Myrtle Snow
: Your salad dressing is absolutely magical. Maybe you could bottle it. Cordelia's Conjured Coriander Condiment. Or if you'd like a little getaway, maybe a job as a hostess on a cruise ship. You've got a lovely personality, and you're always well-groomed. Cordelia Foxx
: Myrtle, are you trying to push me over the edge? Myrtle Snow
: I'm trying to give you une demi tasse de realite, darling. Let's be honest. Living in Fiona's shadow is a challenge. What are your options when your mother's Hillary Clinton? Between us chickens, no matter how hard I worked at it, I never felt special, either. But with my reemergence from the flames - look at me, I'm fabulous! Reinvigorated! One never knows what the universe has in store for us! Cordelia Foxx
: Oh, stop! Stop talking! You are insane! My God! I am an absolute failure! Everything that Fiona says is true! I don't belong here anymore. I don't belong anywhere!
: I don't have a broom. Fiona Goode
: That's ironic.
: I have half a mind to enchant the locks after you leave. Fiona Goode
] Don't make me drop a house on you.
: You were born into the wrong tribe. You the daughter of my sworn enemy!
] Cordelia Foxx
: Fiona has got nothing to do with me. She has no idea I came to see you. You are my one real shot at this point. Marie Laveau
: Too late for tears, damage is done. Waltzing in here like she the Queen of England. Talking about hammer and nails, looking to start a war. Cordelia Foxx
: Fiona was here? Marie Laveau
: She done messed with the wrong witch. And she knows it. And now you know it.
: I'm kind of busy right now. Cordelia Foxx
: My god, what's that smell? Fiona Goode
: I, um... I went to a Chinese doctor, he gave me some herbs to boil. I know it's kind of pungent. Cordelia Foxx
: We're about to have our morning gathering. I'm going to be going over the house rules with the girls, and I would like you to hear them. Fiona Goode
: Hmm. Sounds riveting.
] Fiona Goode
: I'll be down in a minute.