Wednesday

What can I get you?

Three rocks, two fingers of Jack, and a--

One splash of water.

You can never go wrong ordering a Sinatra.

Wait. You look familiar.

You were in The Crucible at the Jupiter Dinner Theater.

Your John Proctor was spellbinding.

The audience was hanging on your every word, particularly the ladies.

You saw that show?

You're the only one who's ever remembered.

I haven't seen you at Tiki Tails before.

- I'm Arnold Hunt. - Barry Dort.

I manage one of the Sirens.

Gabrielle.

I figured a talented guy like you would be knocking them dead out in Hollywood.

I mean, you certainly have the looks, charisma.

I took my shot in LA.

Even landed a recurring on a soap opera. Medical Affairs.

No way. That was my mom's favorite show, God rest her soul.

She never missed an episode.

I played Dr. Gideon Sterling.

Until my long-lost brother came back from the dead, stole my wife,

and they blew me up in my Porsche.

Tough break.

Yeah, career took a... a nosedive after that,

so I packed up my Corolla and moved back home.

Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.

And you're in luck because, boy, do I have the right opportunity for you.

I don't need a manager, pal.

- Those days are long gone. - I... I'm talking about something bigger.

I see a lot of broken people in my travels,

especially Outcasts, and I have ideas how to fix them.

I want to create a place where like-minded people come together

to follow a shared vision of enlightenment and growth.

Sounds like a cult.

Nobody likes the C-word.

I prefer the term "movement."

I have an entire business plan,

and I even wrote an instruction manual

on how to build a better life.

I'm self-aware enough to know that this mug isn't going to convince anyone.

I've seen you on stage, Arnold.

You have that indefinable star quality,

and this is the part you were born to play.

You're serious.

You remember The Wizard of Oz.

I'm like the guy Toto finds behind the curtain,

secretly pulling the levers.

You will be the great and powerful Oz,

the face of our movement,

the inspirational leader who touches people's souls,

and persuades them to part with their hard-earned cash

for a chance to be a part of something bigger than themselves.

So does this movement have a name?

How about Morning Song?

Because every dawn brings the light of a new day.

So, what do you say?

No, you can't do that.

Here.

Principal Dort, I can explain.

No need, Bianca.

Your mother and I go back a long way.

Don't we, Gabrielle?

Ah...

Who do you think introduced her to Gideon all those years ago?

You're part of Morning Song?

I am Morning Song.

And we had a good thing going

until you two poked your tails in and stirred things up.

Fortunately, I don't hold grudges.

What do you want, Barry?

By my count, you've been living here rent-free.

But the free ride is over.

It's time to get back to work, ladies.

How much longer is this going to take?

I can't have my guests arrive to a crime scene.

I assumed you were canceling the gala,

out of respect for your late colleague.

Oh, I know Professor Orloff would want us to keep calm and Outcast on.

That's the Nevermore way.

Doubt anyone's going to show up once this hits the press.

Perhaps we can just say there was an unfortunate classroom accident.

Do you really want it out there that the Jericho Sheriff's Department

still hasn't caught a killer zombie?

This isn't over.

From now on, my deputies handle campus security.

That's a non-negotiable.

We both know Santiago and her crew have no chance against two Hydes and a zombie.

Let's move.

Your newfound cynicism is refreshing.

Only you would leave psychic scar tissue in a body swap.

Nice try telling me to stay invisible.

Shh, save your apologies.

I'm not even a little sorry.

And you should be grateful we came to rescue you

when there's a premonition I'd die.

And yet it never comes to pass.

Worst premonition ever.

The premonition has changed.

You're no longer the one who dies.

Really? Yes!

Wait. Who dies?

An Addams.

Which is why I need to flush out Isaac and the Galpin family before he gets to mine.

Your search may start closer to home.

- Ahh. - Mmm!

Organic.

What has your braids in a twist, my little tempest?

The latest exhumation from the growing secrets you've been keeping from me.

Not only have you known the identity of Pugsley's zombie...

Isaac Night was your roommate.

He was more than that.

He was my closest friend.

Your father was the only one who could charm his way

into Isaac's clockwork heart.

I tried to protect him from people who wanted to exploit his genius.

Like Augustus Stonehurst.

That's why he built the lab for him in Iago Tower.

Stonehurst saw him as the key to unlocking the secrets of Outcast abilities.

But Isaac...

had his own plans in mind.

Hmm.

He thought he could use science to extract Francoise's Hyde ability.

I had no idea that Isaac was Pugsley's zombie

until I saw him at Pilgrim World.

He's not just some brainless pet anymore.

Isaac has fully regenerated.

And he's reunited with Francoise and Tyler.

Who did not leave town as promised.

Larissa told me it was you snooping around here in Enid's body.

You and Weems have been conspiring behind my back?

You went to Rotwood's grave.

It must have been your grandmama

who planted that pernicious idea in your head.

It may have been pernicious, but it was enlightening.

How long have you been writing, Barbara Jean?

Since I was your age.

But I made the mistake of giving my mother one of my early efforts.

The sound of her...

humiliating cackle still haunts me.

So, after that I decided to keep my literary career a secret.

Your father has no inkling. That's the way I'd like to keep it.

My lips are sealed for my own protection.

I began to profusely vomit after reading the first five pages.

Well, perhaps one day

you'll appreciate the intoxicating power of weaving mystery and passion.

We have more pressing family matters at hand.

My premonition has changed, Mother.

Enid no longer dies.

One of us does.

An Addams.

I'd like to sacrifice Pugsley.

Enid, wait.

Please. I... I've been looking for you.

I've been avoiding you, which I'll do for the rest of my life.

- Let me explain the situation with Sofia. - Is that your girlfriend's name?

We decided to take a break when I came to Nevermore.

I figured I'd join a new pack here. I wanted to keep things casual.

But then I met someone.

I can't stop thinking about her.

I'm not going to compete for you.

I know. So I finally broke things off with her last night.

You've been keeping this a secret all semester.

I don't know that I can trust you again.

I'll do whatever it takes. Can I still escort you to the gala?

Enid Sinclair, in my classroom now!

You broke out of the Lupin cages last night. Why?

Just wasn't really myself.

That's not an excuse.

Becoming an Alpha isn't something you can take lightly.

Especially with a full moon in two days.

That doesn't sound ominous at all.

If a young Alpha transforms under a full moon,

there's a very real chance you could remain in your werewolf form.

For how long?

Wait.

You mean, like, forever?

I'm afraid it's worse.

Alphas who permanently transform,

they're hunted and killed by other werewolves.

It's a form of self-policing.

This is a living nightmare.

If you follow the precautions, you should be fine.

Before sundown, lock yourself in the Lupin cages and keep calm.

You're not alone in this, Enid.

Your pack is your strength.

Leaving?

If you won't give me permission to kill Wednesday,

we need to get the hell out of Jericho.

The Addams family's not your problem anymore, sweetie.

We have a bigger plan for them.

Leave it to your Uncle Isaac.

Because he's been crushing it so far.

Every experiment has unforeseen complications.

We'll be prepared next time.

There is no next time. Your machine was destroyed.

It doesn't take a genius to see that you failed.

The only thing that I care about

is saving my sister.

The one factor I don't need in that equation is you.