Motherland: Fort Salem

Previously on Motherland:

A small, nomadic sect of witches was recently discovered

in the desert region.

They possess profoundly rare Seeds.

- Let me see your mark. - Where's yours?

It's sexy-weird. Like us.

I have something for you too.

I just always want to be able to say hi to you.

My cousin's getting married next week. You wanna come with me?

This is the High Atlantic function of the year.

The Dean was very impressed with you.

Impressed with your medals and the Bellweather name?

- Absolutely. - I saw a balloon.

I think Scylla is Spree.

Scylla!

Scylla's gone.

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They're here!

Abigail.

Abigail.

They had blue shirts on.

Black pants.

No. Black shoes.

Okay. And when did you first

make visual contact?

I'm...

I'm pretty sure they were caterers.

No.

I was using a sigil.

The door was locked.

Charvel just told me not to worry about War College.

She just told me that, maybe an hour before.

The screeching was the problem.

Why don't you have some water?

No, I didn't... The sigil didn't work.

I... I tried to Windstrike them off me.

Listen, Abigail, are you sure you're okay?

We can take a break anytime.

I was supposed to help Charvel into her dress.

That's why I was there.

She was so excited.

My mother came in.

There was blood...

everywhere.

They pinned me down to the floor.

They had their arms around my neck.

They had a knife. They pushed their knees

into my chest and they held me down.

Witches tears. In a flask.

We can try this later.

I can do this.

I'm a Bellweather.

Let's keep going.

Are you sure you wanna do this right now?

- Perhaps after you... - Let's begin.

"The Balkan Composition." Seed Sounds 48 and 57.

That's not what they used.

It matches the profile: extensive disabling of vocalization

through high levels of sonic dampening.

I know.

I went up against it in Belarus seven years ago, and I beat it.

This was something else. Next one.

Scylla was standing right beside us,

and then when we turned around she was gone.

I just, I can't figure out the exact moment.

It was chaos. People were running everywhere.

Do you think she got swept up in the storm?

- Is that possible? - I don't know.

We need someone out there looking for her, Tally!

I'm sure the Army has an investigation going on.

Well, is Anacostia in charge of finding out what happened?

- Because... - I don't know, Raelle!

We have to wait. We have to calm down.

Anacostia's always had it out for Scylla and me.

Stop focusing on it.

- Abigail. - Are you okay?

I'm fine. Standard procedure.

- You don't wanna talk? - I just spent two hours talking.

- Adil. - General Alder.

Thank you for bringing us here.

We have the finest Fixers in the world here.

You're in good hands.

I will do everything in my power to help.

Once Khalida is well, we won't trouble you any longer.

You're welcome here for as long as you need.

All of Fort Salem is yours as you see fit.

Please, take some time away from the infirmary.

The grounds here will nourish your body and your spirit.

- Is that the last one? - Yeah, number 17. Illinois.

Leave her right here.

Came to check on your part of the investigation.

Seventeen victims from six different states.

Civilians?

We haven't gotten through all of them yet.

But they were all killed at the same time as Charvel

and they've all had their vocal cords cut out.

In other words, not civilians.

I can't say anything definitive yet, but it is odd.

The Spree doesn't kill other witches.

Except as collateral damage during the rare attack.

I have to get in here to check the rest of the vocal apparatus.

Hold this open for me, please.

See? That's where they cut out the voice box.

Clean cut.

Izadora.

This is not a typical vocal cord.

Cut the ear open.

The rest of you, start with the ears, then look for marks.

Tympanic membrane with five mallea.

This ear is the same.

We can't confirm anything without marks.

It's hard to see it, but it's there.

A mark.

This one has a mark too.

And it's pretty clear.

They are of the blood.

I didn't want to believe it,

but they're witches.

More than that.

They're Bellweathers.

The world's falling apart, women.

We all know it, we all feel it,

we've all seen it in some way or another.

Today we'll be learning how to drop into combat situations

without breaking our necks or squishing our tatas.

We'll be employing Salva to do this.

Observe.

All right. Ration up, soldiers.

What was it the Church used to say about us?

That we met on hilltops on dark nights

and kissed the ass of a large hairy man

and he gave us whatever we wanted?

And Mr. Hairy Ass's greatest gift to us witches,

so said the priests,

so lied the priests, was flight itself.

I have some great news, soldiers.

No one needs to kiss any ass to fly anymore!

First thing you gotta do is put the ration on your neck.

But don't do it until I tell you!

Private Raelle Collar.

Yes, ma'am.

Why don't you go first?

You're the only one here who has any experience.

Come on. Don't be afraid.

I'm not afraid.

How did we not know about them?

The Spree knew.

Their connection to the Bellweather Matriline

has been lost to time, maybe from dodging

or intermarriage with civilians,

which could be why the mark is so faint.

I doubt they knew they were witches.

The Spree kill civilians.

They hardly ever target their own.

This is a disturbing new strategy.

Sarah, this is a deliberate targeting of my family.

They tried to kill Abigail once, they could try it again.

We'll keep Abigail safe.

As far as the public knows, 17 civilians were killed by the Spree.

We'll keep the rest of the information to ourselves.

We will release it when the time is right.

Are you even looking for her?

An investigation is in progress.

I know you hate her, but she could still be alive.

Hate, love or like have nothing to do with it, Private.

We are investigating every angle without bias,

and she's not been found.

You're acting like I'm crazy!

I'm not crazy!

We were all standing there together, you saw her!

You saw her, and then she was gone!

Is that in your investigation?

The investigation is above your pay grade, Collar!

Leave it to us!

Abigail...

Fine.

You don't have to talk to me,

but you can't keep pretending nothing's wrong.

I'm not pretending. Okay? I'm fine.

No one could go through what you did and be fine.

It's what soldiers do every day.

Maybe if you stopped being a soldier for five minutes,

you'd see you're a mess.

And you won't get better until you face it

and find your center again.

What kind of weepy-peepy Norcal nonsense is that?

Excuse me?

You wanna make flower rings and sing to the Goddess too?

Don't talk to me like that.

I'm sorry.

I'm a beehive right now. Just don't poke me.

Abigail Bellweather?

Yes, ma'am?

General Bellweather requests your presence

in the Administration building.

Thanks.

Um, lead the way.

How do you know for sure all those dead witches are Bellweathers?

They have our Bellweather mark.

So I have to have a bodyguard?