Motherland: Fort Salem

Previously on Motherland:

- Witchfather. - General Alder.

It's good to be home. Men!

There's going to be a lot of energy around here

for the next few days, all the way through Beltane.

Where you're encouraged to mingle with your male counterparts.

Sorry!

Hi, I'm Tally, complete virgin and hot for any part of you that's available.

Beltane is all about the pleasure of connection.

Take the energy, it will make you better, stronger.

We steal ourselves for the fight to come.

The Spree are escalating.

I'm Porter. Saw you two together. She hasn't told you anything, has she?

- Your ex is here. - I'm filled with an unbearable sadness.

Oh, my god! Oh, my god!

Stay with me, please.

Somebody help! Please!

I want the truth!

You could have died.

I couldn't stop myself. I'm sorry.

We are all incredibly proud of you.

That kind of bravery can't be taught.

I keep having these visions.

Fragments. And they feel like memories,

but they're not... mine.

You took on a lot. The visions will fade eventually.

No, it's not just the visions. I can...

I can feel his... feelings.

He was afraid.

I don't think he wanted to die.

General Bellweather, I agree, Collar's visions deserve further investigation,

but we do not have any evidence that Porter's death had anything to do with the Spree.

You are making a giant leap.

You have to cancel Beltane.

If there's been an infiltration, the base is at risk.

If the Spree are here, we are in grave danger.

Witches all over the world respect what Beltane means to us.

Even with our boldest enemies in foreign parts,

there has always been a cease fire during the holiday.

- Beltane is sacred. - Couldn't agree more.

Of course, Sarah. I trust you to make the right choice.

- Is there anything else? - There is one more thing.

At the attack site, we've found some kind of residue on mirrors.

We believe that is how the Spree might be communicating with each other.

I am personally overseeing the security during the holiday.

If the general's information is correct, we can do a sweep of all the rooms

while Beltane is going on and see if we find anything.

Excellent. Find Izadora. Tell her I want to wake Porter.

If this wasn't a suicide, we need to know.

Beltane is the only time we have for that kind of work.

Told you he was creepy. He was such a loner.

Porter Tippet was a rare kind of cadet

and his life was cut too short.

We lost an extraordinary man who served this country.

In honor of Porter, flags across the base will fly at half mast.

Witches. Things have been difficult.

With the Spree attacks and now this.

We have pushed your bodies and your minds harder

in preparation for anything we must face ahead.

Your unit's attendance at Beltane is mandatory.

However you wish to participate will be honored.

It is exactly what the military needs right now.

It will make us unstoppable.

Now, get to work.

I heard she almost died while trying to save him.

Because she ran outside of canon like a reckless maniac.

Raelle did not go outside of canon.

She's naturally gifted, so don't let me hear her name

out of your dirty, fetid mouths again. Got it?

- What? - Nothing.

You're okay.

Tell me you're okay.

I don't know.

I just, I have a lot of questions.

Like what?

Did you know that he was depressed?

I haven't seen him for years.

I didn't know him anymore.

I don't know, I can't help thinking it was us.

Stop, Raelle.

There was always something off with him.

Did you see him last night?

What?

Did he say something to you?

He tried. But he couldn't.

His... his eyes and his mouth...

Look at me. Porter was disturbed.

He was angry. That's why I left him.

I mean, he killed himself.

You tried to save him, that was your first instinct.

That's who you are. You have nothing to be ashamed of.

Let's put him behind us.

No. What was I thinking?

- Help me! - You're trying too hard.

Relax.

It's from Gerit.

He... he drew his...

There's no way he's that big.

Abigail, it's private!

- What you did... - Was nothing.

- You good? - Yeah, I'm good.

So that's still happening?

Just hope we don't have to dance around a pole with ribbons

and sing "We all Come From the Goddess."

You say that because you don't understand the military.

Abigail, you know I love the military.

Beltane is how we beat our enemies.

How our base heals. How our unit gets stronger.

Oh, my god, spare me, it's not my kind of party.

But you'll be there, right?

So the rest of us can partake?

Please.

- Listen. - I heard you.

No. Look.

We're proud of you.

Thanks.

But, if my survival depends on Tally getting laid...

she needs a different dress.

It's true.

Due to the holiday, we have a very rare opportunity tonight,

an assignment few are privileged to experience.

Once the body is prepared, we will wait until the precise hour

when Beltane's energy is most concentrated.

The combination of all that energy,

in conjunction with the precise Seed Sounds,

will allow us to open a death current.

This death current will allow us to communicate with this young man

and discover the last things he saw and heard.

Now, we need to keep the body cold until the evening.

Who is good with Wind Chill?

You have updates for me?

I was actually hoping to talk to you about something else.

Whiskey.

It is the one thing the civilians got right.

Tell me about the Tarim Cell. The one they discovered in Asia.

How do you know about that? It's classified information.

Sarah, I'm your Head of Intelligence. I have friends at The Hague too.

Of course.

I appreciate that.

I just want you to focus on the Spree for now.

I'm just saying, it's a lot of boob.

You don't have boobs like that forever.

General Bellweather. Tally Craven, Abigail's roommate.

It's an honor to meet you.

Mom, what business brings you to base?

- Like most things... - It's classified.

I think you knew my mother, Willa. Willa Collar.

We're gonna be late for training if we don't go now.

I'll catch up.

And her attitude's because...?

She thinks you're the reason her mother's dead.

She wouldn't be the first.

She almost saved someone's life last night.

I hope that improved your rankings because they're

not where they should be,

but I guess you're not completely to blame.

We're almost where we need to be.

When you're war meat on the front lines,

"almost" doesn't count. Look at me.

This isn't a game. People die every day. You understand me?

- Yes. - Good.

And one more thing. Your cousin's wedding.

- I'll help Charvel as much as I can. - Bring the unit.

What? You don't know them, they could embarrass us.

Then get them in line. The Dean of War College is going to be there

and this is your chance to prove to her that you're a leader.

That's what you're becoming, aren't you?

Once you're issued your Scourge, it must be carried at your side

at all times and kept in pristine condition.

The quality of these weapons, especially once they are activated,

can make all the difference on the battlefield.

Thank you, boys.

It's beautiful. You guys made these?

Yeah. You'll think of me?

- When you use it? - All right, ladies.

Get ready to put those Scourges to use.

Fall in! Let's go!

Wait until after Beltane.

That's when they really get their power.

- Porter, what the hell? - I need to talk to you.

- I need some air. - You okay?

Step back, ladies. Bellweathers have been known

to have the hand-eye coordination of a newborn calf.

You're not even trying to get into War College anymore, are you?

Scylla!

I need to talk to you.

Scylla?

I want the truth.

The things you used to say, that's the kind of person

who ends up filling a balloon with hate.

That's not who I am.

- You're late, as usual. - I know, I know.

I'm just glad you're feeling better.

Also, damn, you look hot.

I was prepared to glamour you guys, but I guess we don't need it.

Excuse me.

I can see it on your face.

Whatever else is on your mind, let it go and get in the game.

Do it for Tally.

I'm here, aren't I?