Salem

Previously on "Salem"...

(screaming)

You're free of my son,

but his brother is still here.

Come Black Sunday,

my true brothers will rise from hell

and stand beside me.

This is his weapon.

Red Mercury. I want nothing of it.

I have others to think of.

My baby.

Cotton's baby.

You're asking me to marry you.

This business of love.

All this must be one.

But there remains one obstacle.

Isaac.

No tears.

You are the luckiest girl I know.

Everything you need to kill an angel.

You must forge a dagger with that in it

and kill him with the dagger.

You can do whatever you want to me.

Just not here. Yes.

Alden will most likely think it all a dream in the morning,

but he'll never forget what he has seen.

What lies beyond that door?

Beyond that door lies hell itself.

Dorcas, my sweet child!

Mama? Help me.

Is it really you?

Come to me, little one.

(screams)

Oh, co-- come in, my lord.

You're -- You're most welcome. You're most welcome.

The instrument... Oh, my God.

...will be placed here, in your trust.

But be very careful.

The instrument is filled with Red Mercury.

When the hammer strikes, all will blow.

Your work has not gone unnoticed.

Thank you. Thank you.

You are a flesh artist.

Thank you.

And in the new Commonwealth of Hell

that we shall build on this earth,

you may carve mountains of flesh if you like --

Just tell me what am I to do.

Guard the instrument.

Let no man disturb it.

And if you would survive, come to the Sibley Mansion

before the clock strikes on Sunday.

Can I offer you food or a drink?

I have no taste for food.

But drink, I like.

It briefly restores lost wings.

Try this.

(gasps)

Gin.

It burns.

I like it.

What is it?

I did it. He's dead.

Who?

You mean --

Yes. Torn apart.

Left for the animals to eat, if they dare.

Now, will you help me?

If you have killed the boy

and sent the devil back to hell, then what more do you need?

Bastard Samael!

You old bastard!

Who is that bellowing?

(Sentinel shouting in ancient language)

I believe it is our host.

You are most industrious, my lady.

No rest for the wicked.

What conspiracies do you spin now?

You know very well. The job is but half done.

We still need to take him out.

Samael!

You -- You wanted to be king, brother.

Do you like your little kingdom?

Ohh.

His royal court.

Come to bow and scrape?

It makes no difference to me.

I want no worship and no worshippers.

Then what do you want?

Now that all that was his is yours.

To complete the task.

As intended. Without any distraction...

from you.

N-No.

You're no threat to me or mine now.

None of you are.

I...I don't share my late brother's ambition to be God,

nor -- nor to marry my mother,

nor even to destroy all of mankind,

although I don't particularly mind if I do.

All I want is to free my fallen angels

and make Earth their new home.

Black Sunday is still coming.

Death and destruction to Salem.

Do not imagine you have killed my brother.

You have only destroyed his mortal self...

merely sent him back to hell.

Now, more than ever,

it is imperative that none of you open the wrong doors.

Do not let that boy back in.

Dorcas?

Easy, boy.

Easy. It's only me.

Easy.

Dorcas?

Anne?

Anne?!

Cheese! Cheese.

Mm! Mm!

I have been craving cheese.

And -- oh, cornbread.

And beans. Beans.

Oh, beans.

I shall have the beans on the cornbread,

with the cheese. My love...

Pregnancy is hungry work.

My love, the boy is dead,

or at least banished back to hell.

How?

A mass sacrifice of witches.

It was orchestrated by Mary Sibley --

the Essex Hive.

Their tree tore him limb from limb.

So, we are safe.

No. Not quite. The Sentinel still lives.

But I do begin to hope that we may be able

to stop all this from happening.

"We"?

Yes. Mary Sibley, Sebastian Marburg,

John Alden, and I.

Cotton, they are not your friends.

You cannot trust them.

No, but my enemy's enemy

will have to do in such dark times.

Now, please move into the mansion now --

no more waiting.

I am ready to quit this house and move today,

but why must you take so much risk?

You have me and the baby to think of.

And that is why I must risk so much, my love.

So that our little hope may yet grow up in God's country

and not the devil's.

Please move into the mansion.

In case I fail.

Something's happened to her.

I know it.

They're ready for you.

You need to keep looking for her while I'm in there.

I will.

I'll be out as soon as I can.

Put those two outside.

And keep everyone away.

Mary.

You live?

Now I believe anything's possible.

Let's hope so, old friend.

Now, gentlemen, we have less than 48 hours to save Salem.

With respect, Mary.

It's the people that matter -- not the town.

So why not lead them out of here?

The woods are full of enemies.

So, unless you have a fleet of ships

that can sail every man, woman, and child out of here,

I think it's best that we save this town.

Please forgive me.

While you work to save all our lives,

I must see to one small but...precious life.

My men guard the door. No one will disturb you.

If anyone can save the people of this town,

it's you two together.

Every one of us is needed now --

as every one of us have played our role in this resistance.

What role was it that Captain Alden played?

Remind me.

Apart, that is, from siring the brat in the first place

and then running away?