Motherland: Fort Salem

Previously on Motherland:

Any child born of a witch

shall be held a witch

and shall deliver herself bodily to Fort Salem

for training in the military arts.

The Sprees are ruthless and savage. We will need all of you to meet what's coming.

We had training all day. None of this is elective. Your absence was noted.

Call the commander-in-chief.

Awfully nice to meet your girlfriend, Raelle.

Is she saying girlfriend?

- I love this day. - Best day of the year.

Second best.

I suddenly look weird. And not in a good way.

Stop fidgeting. You look fine.

- General Alder. - Witchfather.

- Welcome back to Fort Salem. - It's good to be home.

Men! Front and center!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Yeah!

On me.

They do like to peacock and strut.

Close your mouth.

- Hey, Bells. - All right, Buttonwood.

Good to see you.

Gerit Buttonwood.

We grew up together.

Rough room. Ten minutes.

You need some you time in the suite, Tally?

Very funny.

- Red! - Correct.

Good start.

When you identify one, shout it out.

You're competing as units.

- It's blue. - No. Next!

That taste in your mouth? It's failure.

Mother's milk to a Swythe, I'm told.

Reminder! You are using Seed 37, the Seed of Revealing.

Moffett, if I can hear you, you're doing it wrong.

37 is below the range of human hearing.

The Seed and your breath will activate your Scry.

After that, it is in your brains, ladies.

Hold the image of the target in your mind.

I'm trying to see what's behind the barrel,

but all I'm getting is the ground.

Concentrate, Moffett.

This is amazing!

I'm pretty sure my Scry is broken.

I'm 100 percent certain that it is not.

Tally, what's the next one?

Do we want to give someone else a chance?

- No. - No.

Black. Yellow. Green.

- Orange. - How are you doing that?

I don't know. I just... am.

Can anyone tell me why Craven is excelling right now?

Because she saw the men and got all charged up.

That...

That is correct, Swythe.

There is going to be a lot of

energy around here for the next few days. All the way through Beltane.

Take the energy, channel it into the work.

It will make you better, stronger.

Nice work, Craven.

Nice and high.

There's something wrong with this one.

Oh, my god! Get out of the pool!

We are the Spree.

Total ice, like Antarctica ice.

Some were stuck under the water when it froze.

Do a person's lungs explode?

Concentrate!

Simms! Buck up!

You're in the United States Army!

Will you cry every time the Spree attack?

You are here to crush them.

We have to be just as strong

And focused as our enemies.

Fall out!

Playing field, ten minutes!

You sure you don't want to stick around for this?

- Yeah, I got training in five. - Okay.

- But I'll come find you after. - Okay, sounds good.

- Where's Alder? - The Council called an emergency session.

She's on her way to The Hague.

Good afternoon, ladies.

I'm Lieutenant Sergeant and Junior Matrimonialist

Berryessa Tansey.

This is the kickoff to Beltane,

a chance to unwind and connect,

a chance to rediscover our shared history.

I know you're all shaken by news of these latest attacks.

These are trying times, but I am here to tell you

that the way to get past it, the way we steel ourselves for the fight to come,

is through the rituals and workings of Beltane.

The official start of the festivities

is "Mead and Greet" at Memorial Hall,

where you're encouraged to mingle with your male counterparts,

getting to know as many of them as possible.

You should know that the strength of Beltane lies in participation,

in whatever way you see fit.

How's this for participation?

You in, Raelle?

Yeah, what the hell.

Sorry.

- Tally, you okay? - I think I just got flirted with.

- My little girl's grown up. - Hey, heads up!

Where'd you learn to play?

Chippewa Cession. You?

Nowhere you've ever heard of.

You're a lot better at this than you are at picking girlfriends.

- You okay? - Yeah.

- What was that about? - I have no idea.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

My flight hit a little rough weather.

Do I have one of you to thank for that?

Hello, Scylla. Long time.

Porter. What are you doing here?

I got tired of running.

So when the call came, I said the words.

Seemed like the right thing to do.

Good for you.

The real question is what are you doing here?

- Same. It felt like my duty to... - Come on.

You may have the Army fooled, but I know who you are, remember?

After my parents were killed, things change.

So no, you don't actually know who I am.

I never got a chance to tell you how sorry I was about that.

They were good people.

But that's what happens when your girlfriend just disappears.

You don't get to tell her all the things you wanted to say.

Right. Well, people change, Porter.

I hope that's true.

Ms. Bellweather.

Slake your thirst with some mead?

How did you know?

Thank you. What's your name?

- Clive Garland. - And what's his name?

That's my friend, Agustín Alcala.

Clive, do you think you could rescue your friend

from that sea hag and bring him over here?

I'm at your service. I'll be right back.

Good attitude. I can work with that.

- Just go talk to him already. - And say what?

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

How about just "hi."

Look, it doesn't matter what you say.

Let him do all the heavy lifting.

She's right.

Ladies. Are you enjoying yourselves?

Very much so. Thank you, Witchfather.

Good.

Do you have time to have a drink with us, Witchfather?

Ms. Bellweather. You remind me of your mother. Shameless.

I take that as a compliment, sir.

Shame is for civilians.

You're asking us to commit troops on the promise of finding one cell?

Our embassy was taken out by a plague bomb that no one's used in 50 years.

Two hundred thirty-three dead, 91 injured.

The numbers fail to express the horror of what happened.

They died in the most painful ways you can imagine.

The Spree are escalating.

But now is not the time for any rash

or indiscriminate action.

When we have verifiable intel, America will spearhead an operation

- and cut the head off the snake. - Like you spearheaded the raid in Kiev?

General Sharma, you object? Again.

What I object to is your presumption of leadership

and authority in matters that concern all of us equally.

What's gonna happen? Just say hi.

Abigail Bellweather, Agustín Alcala.

Come on.

Only Abigail.

- Tal, I'll be back. - What's going on?

Give me a second.

What was that shit at the game about?

Sorry. That was about me lashing out at the wrong person.

I'm Porter, by the way.

Who was the right person?

Scylla Ramshorn.

We have a history.

I saw you two together and I reacted like a jerk.

It won't happen again.

Well, what kind of history?

Did you guys go to school together or something?

She hasn't told you anything, has she?

Nothing about her childhood or her parents?

Look, do yourself a favor.

Don't get too attached.

General Alder, there is another matter that needs our attention.

What is it, Sarah?

I know this sound.

It's in my blood.

Enough.

A small, nomadic sect of witches

was recently discovered in a desert

As you could hear, they possess profoundly rare Seeds.

Several nations have offered them asylum in exchange for the sounds,

but they have no interest in becoming militarized.

Why not respect their wishes?

Russia would be happy to let them live in peace,