Previously on Motherland.
You killed your own daughter for this freak show.
That was your beloved Bellweather unit.
Does this mean we can clear our names?
I'm afraid that she isn't entirely human yet.
The United States Military
along with an Elite Civilian Force
are preparing to invade and occupy the Cession,
to root out the traitors
who assassinated our beloved former president.
A trade. My Sight for her Song.
You're a steward now.
I promised to protect the stewards at all costs.
Marshal tracked me down when I didn't want to be found.
Let's see how he likes it.
If Wade and the Marshal are in the Cession, we'll find them.
And when we do find them,
we can start talking about my pardon.
I told you, I'm not leaving you again.
When we get out of this, then we'll go away together.
- Just the two of us. - That's right.
Straight to the lighthouse.
I think we should turn ourselves in.
We started this together.
We should end it together.
All US Army personnel will stand down.
This occupation is over.
I'm so proud of you all.
As much as it breaks my heart, this was
a brave decision, and will save lives.
The occupation had to end.
Seemed like this was the only way.
Knowing when to withdraw is the hardest decision
a leader has to make.
I've struggled with it myself.
Good for you.
Silver's troops are on their way to take you into custody.
Well, it's better than being executed on the spot, I suppose.
The media coverage should hold them accountable,
at least until you get to DC.
I'm doing everything I can to try and locate Wade.
Stay still, stay still, you're safe Madame President.
- It's okay. - What's going on?
There was an accident.
The Marshal was driving,
and then suddenly aged in an instant and lost control of the car.
I think one of his marshals must've died.
They're connected?
Like Alder and the Biddies.
- Yeah. - Oh.
Oh.
Where are we?
Have you tried to go for help?
No, ma'am.
I couldn't leave you.
And...
we are now completely snowed in.
What about food?
Well, tell me some good news.
We still have one day's firewood left.
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I'm fine.
Anything broken?
Um, I don't think so.
They had you a while. Any surprises?
No.
Pretty much the same questions you all got.
Petra's plan,
Alder's return and where Raelle was when she disappeared.
And then...
they asked me about the First Song.
Alder was right.
The Song must be important
if the Camarilla are determined to destroy it.
And now that she's gone, they won't even have to.
They're still being careful not to leave any visible marks
which means they're planning on trotting us out in public
- at some point. - So a trial?
Or a public execution.
What?
We were planning of getting married.
Oh. Congratulations.
We wanted to ask you and Adil to join us
and make it a double wedding.
Yeah. We know you've been talking about it...
Shelby.
Um, yeah. We were talking about it.
But we wanted to wait until Khalida was back.
Hey.
We can't give up hope.
We don't even know what they're planning for us.
Yeah.
Put these on.
I guess we're about to find out.
We've banned all spectators from the court,
to make room for the press.
Every second of this trial will be televised,
it is very important that we control the narrative.
Make no mistake,
we could lose this war.
There are still people out there who don't understand
the danger that witches pose.
And they need to hear every detail of the Unit's crimes
from the mouths of the witches themselves.
We'll give them enough rope to hang themselves...
and then we'll hang them for real.
But we have to make sure that when we execute them,
they aren't seen as martyrs.
The country needs to be scared.
And we need to tell them exactly what to be scared of.
So to be clear,
this is not about getting a guilty verdict.
That's guaranteed.
Your real jury is the American people.
Everybody out.
The so called "Bellweather Unit"...
has committed a litany of crimes...
And the charges against them are almost too numerous
to list here.
But I'll give it a shot.
The murder of President Silver's daughter, Penelope;
the assassination of former President Kelly Wade;
the deaths of civilian hostages;
aiding and abetting known terrorists,
conspiring with Nicte Batan, the leader of the Spree;
the destruction of private property
in the United States, as well as the Cession.
She's not getting worse, but...
But she's not getting any better.
If we revealed her publicly like this,
it would likely make things worse for the girls.
Anything from Anacostia?
It's been two days since I heard from her.
Dammit.
So, you used this "Right Of Proxy"
to prevent the lawful execution of Nicte Batan?
I thought I was doing the right thing, the...
You fought General Alder
to save a terrorist's life, then aided in her escape?
No. Nicte wanted to be a martyr...
So, your solution was to set her free?
I didn't set her free.
Did you consider the lives of the "ordinary" Americans
you endangered by your actions?
Or the lives of those already lost to the Spree?
I think about them constantly.
How are we to believe you,
when all your actions contradict that?
All those years...
the centuries...
with only these two brutes for company.
What did you talk about?
Hmm.
And now you're off...
Goddess knows where,
seeing the sights.
Good for you.
Should I sing for you?
I feel I should warn you,
this Song...
might bring the mountain down on our heads.
Any objections?
No?
So be it.
I want to know, how do you decide
who lives and who dies?
I don't decide, I follow orders.
We do everything we can to prevent casualties.
So these crimes you committed,
they were on orders?
They weren't crimes.
I think that's up to the jury to decide.
This is bullshit.
Excuse me?
Here's the truth.
Silver is Camarilla, he poisoned his own daughter,
and tried to kill President Wade.
We had nothing to do with that.
Move to strike!
Please, if one of us could just speak without being cut off.
Fine...
one of you may make a brief statement.
Then we will conclude today's hearing.
You're up, Rae.
Why aren't you doing it? Or Tally?
You've have one foot in both worlds.
- It has to be you. - I can't.
Just tell your story.
I guess I'll start by saying that Abigail is right.
They're lying.
And Wade's still alive, for what it's worth.
But it won't matter because we'll be found guilty.
And this trial will be used to persecute all witches.
My mother was military. My father is a civilian.
I didn't want to fight.
I despised the military because I knew
I would end up dying just like my mother.
Fighting to protect people who hated me
just for existing.
But I "said the words,"
and despite all my expectations, my feelings changed.
I know most of you probably didn't grow up
around the military or witches,
but we are no different than you.
We're your daughters.
We're your sons, we're your neighbors, we're your friends.
If you think our actions deserve punishment, so be it.
But do not let them use this trial
to take us back to the burning times.
All right, that's enough.
Unfortunately, you have no proof
to back up your accusations,
or the outrageous assertion
that former President Wade is still alive.
I'm calling an end to today's proceedings.
Please escort the defendants back to their cell.
Cut the cameras! Cut the cameras!
- Colonel Jarrett, arrest them! - This is for Penelope.
No, no, no. They're imposters!
They can change their faces! This isn't Wade!
You don't think it's me, Blanton?
Oh, my God.
Check my fingerprints.
My fellow citizens,
this has been a difficult time for the nation and for me.
Though I have finally been reinstated as your president,
let me tell you that I do not yet feel relief.
Without the heroic bravery
of the People of the Great River,
I would surely be dead.
I pledge they will have greater autonomy moving forward,
and that we will be their strongest ally.
I have also exonerated the "Bellweather Unit"
of all the charges against them.
I wish I could say the worst is behind us,
but we still need to deal with the rot and corruption
that has spread throughout our country, and beyond.
You've no doubt seen the reports of Camarilla-led attacks,
taking place around the world.
Including false flag operations
and misinformation meant to stir up hatred against witches.
I promise you,
we will play a part in those struggles.
But first...
we must face our own fractured nation
and prepare for the difficult road ahead.
The rebuilding and healing are just beginning,
but I know that together, we will endure
and we will be stronger in the end.
Apparently, The Marshal found out
there was a traitor on the Council,
just didn't know who or who they trust.
They were on their way to a safe house
when the accident happened.
Good thing M was collecting firewood
or the bats may never found them.
Nicte?
She took off, but I'm sure we haven't seen
the last of her, for better or worse.
What about Hearst and the rest of the Camarilla?
Most of their "army" scattered.
Disappeared back into their lives.
Hearst and Kara Brandt are both still missing, though.
Don't worry.
We'll get them.
So, next week, huh?
Yeah.
How are the preparations going?
Oh, I'm handling everything.
I want to spare everyone from whatever bizarre,
Necro ceremony they would have planned.
So...
They're leaving town for a couple days
and everything will be ready when they return.
And where are you two going?
Someplace perfect.
It's a beautiful song.
That's all it is now.
Great. I gave up my Sight...
which would actually be helpful right now,
to be a Steward of a song that might never be sung.
I feel helpless,
and I don't like it.
Hey, Tally! Adil!
Gregorio!
Abigail said I'd find you here.
I'm glad that you're okay.
I'm so glad to see you.
We heard you were being held somewhere.
Yeah. I was, uh, imprisoned
for insubordination toward the Oversight Commanders
and, uh, "interrogated" for being an associate
of the Bellweather Unit.
Sorry about that.
Don't be.
It's a badge of honor.
I can't believe you brought me to your lighthouse.
- Finally. - You like your accommodations?
Like you said... it's perfect.
Take care.
Can you believe we're actually doing this?
Yeah. I can.
Looks like you two are now officially High Atlantics.
Nicte?
Oh.
I'm just passing through but I wanted to say
congratulations before I go.
Just in the neighborhood, right?
- Something like that. - No way, Batan.
You're staying.
No. No.
I don't have the clothes or, um,
all right, I'll think about it.
I do hear they have some fancy food at these things.
Just lobster and everything.
Have fun.
- Hi Dad! - Hey, kid.
Oh.
- Oh, hello darling. - Hi, Edwin.
Enjoy that while you can.
In a couple hours, you're gonna have to start calling me Dad.
Can you imagine actually living in a place like this?
Why do I feel like you're just rounding up
Camarilla in your mind?
Sorry. I just...
they're still a threat.
I can't help but feel like we're just
whistling past the graveyard.
Hey, hey, hey.
You're not wrong.
And tomorrow morning, we get back to hunting them down.
- But today... - Today
we celebrate our friends.
And what would I do without you?
You'll never have to find out.
Hmm.
Um, but right now, I think there's someone
you need to talk to.
How is it that you're here?
It was Khalida.
She heard me singing and literally moved a mountain to get to me.
This girl might be the most powerful witch
who has ever lived.
I should go find my brother.
I suppose you have a million questions.
Not a one.
Yeah.
You're more of a scarf guy, aren't you?
Here...
What?
Nothing, just thinking about that dinner.
With the prospective mates.
Oh, yeah. When we were in competition
and you still had dreams of marrying Abigail.
No, no, no, no. That was the Imperatrix's dream,
never mine.
Mm-hmm.
But I'm happy for you. Things are working out
the way they were supposed to.
Well, not yet.
But one day soon, hopefully.
Whoo.
Wow. You look great.
Now, if you can handle the rest of it yourself,
I'm going to go find Tally.
- I'm good. - Yeah.
Hey,
thank you for everything.
_
You're back.
Adil, there's something very important we need to talk about.
Oh, no, no, no. We can not put the Chasubles
by the Penstocks or we will be spending all night cleaning up
blood and broken glass.
Hey Abs, sorry for the late notice
but we've got some additions to the guest list.
Okay, Rae, it's your day,
so I'm not gonna stress about it.
Did you miss me?
More than I can say.
And you are now, finally, out of excuses.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, no.
No, today's supposed to be about you two.
And this is what we want.
Your whole family...
our whole family is here.
Why wait?
Hey guys, give us a second.
This is crazy, right?
- That I'm even considering this? - Oh, it is. Completely crazy.
But think of how our lives have been, ever since we all met.
- Batshit crazy. - Yeah.
And I don't see that changing anytime soon.
I mean, the rest of the Camarilla are still out there
and we have no idea what's coming for us.
So grab onto something real,
what's beautiful and true, while you can.
But I don't even have a dress...
You need to go talk to your grandmother...
A few little tweaks
and it will fit like it was made for you.
It's so beautiful.
How have I never seen it before?
Oh, you have.
When you were about this tall.
You got it out and tried it on, stepping all over it.
Your mother was not amused.
But it has been here ever since,
just waiting for you.
It is a part of our history.
So much of that history has been lost,
or stolen from us.
But this is a piece that survives.
And so we cherish it. Hmm.
Just like I cherish you.
I heard you were here.
What? You didn't really think you'd seen the last of me,
- did you? - Hmm, and you're not staying
for the wedding.
Why does that not surprise me?
Weddings.
And my work isn't done.
A piece of the Song still remains to be found.
- Where are you heading? - Africa.
Tracking the Abyssinian line.
Do you think that there's a chance that things have changed?
That we won't need the Song?
I think there's always a chance.
But that's a risk I'm not willing to take.
I'm coming with you.
No.
Mm... because I don't have my Sight?
Because you have a much greater part to play now.
And I can't risk your safety.
So, what would you have me do in the meantime?
Celebrate your loved ones while you can.
All of this might change very soon.
? While the people sleep ?
? I lie awake ?
? Encased in dreams that carry me ?
? To a distant sound ?
? To undertake ?
? I feel its way ?
? Even though I ?
? Am helpless of ?
? The force above ?
? Even though I ?
? Can't see far ?
? I hold on tighter ?
? And draw the stars ?
? Upon my page ?
? And while the wind blows ?
? I open my arms ?
? And just let them go ?
? Even though I ?
? Am helpless of ?
? The force above ?
? Even though I ?
? Can't see far ?
? I hold on tighter ?
? And draw the stars ?
? I hold on tighter ?
? And draw the stars ?
? Come a little closer ?
? So I can see your sweat drip ?
? I'll make you my soldier ?
? You're gonna have to fight for it ?
? Eye contact ?
? Eyes on my fingers ?
- ? If you just ? - Excuse me.
? Make it linger ?
? Burn you down ?
? Before you know it ?
? It's you, you now ?
? I can see... ?
Chef Louise, wasn't it?
Yeah. That's right.
So good to see you, Madam President.
I never got the chance to thank you for the part
that you played in my rescue.
Miss Batan.
But that won't change the past.
There are many lives that you still need to answer for.
Can I finish my drink first?
Make no mistake,
your day of reckoning is at hand.
I understand.
I won't run.
Am I now to believe that you've had a change of heart?
Everything I did was meant to save witches.
I've seen the news.
Camarilla are striking all over the globe.
Quartermain says the world is burning and she's right.
And although, I might not have lit the match,
I definitely poured fuel on the fire,
so I'm ready to own that.
I just ask is that you, somehow,
use my knowledge and experience to fight them.
To be clear,
a pardon is off the table, understood?
Yes, Madam President.
What?
I feel like that painting is judging us.
Then let her watch.
Your, uh... your mom would have loved this.
She would be so proud of you.
I'm so sorry I didn't tell you...
Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come on, come on, come on come on.
You were in an impossible position.
I understand that.
It's about the only thing in this whole situation
that I do understand.
I guess I can't be mad at her for wanting
to protect our little girl.
Yes, you can dad!
You should be. We both should be.
She made a terrible decision
and we both had to pay the price for that.
Well... so where does that leave us?
I don't...
I guess, we both have to find a way to forgive her.
Any clue how to go about that?
No. I don't.
But we can figure it out together.
Oh, we can.
Love you, kid.
I love you, dad.
Well, I told you she'd be here.
You used to spend hours just staring at this painting.
Talking to Jem like you expected her to talk back.
I think this painting is my earliest memory.
I'm starting to wonder if she's finally answering me.
Or, maybe, talking through me...
Give us a minute, mother.
Mm-hmm.
Ever since I first tried Jem's Working,
there has been something growing inside of me.
I felt it at that airfield in the Cession,
and again out on that road.
I heard about the Razor Hail.
No one from our line has done that work before.
But how do we know that?
It's like grandma said: so much of our history
was stolen from us.
Who knows what we were capable of?
There has to be a reason the Camarilla were hunting us.
Of course there is.
They're afraid.
They've been afraid ever since Jem crushed
a Camarilla's skull with a whisper.
But, through it all,
the one thing they could never take from us
was our Work.
That is our true legacy.
Help!
You here to finish the job?
As a matter of fact, we are here to finish the job.
I hope you're feeling rested, Mr. President.
We have a lot to accomplish.
To the bride, and the bride,
and the bride, and the groom.
I will drink to each and every one of them.
- Cheers. - Hear, hear.
So Tal, did you see any of this coming?
Mm-mm. No.
But it's a nice surprise.
Yeah, I definitely didn't predict any of this.
I've got another surprise.
- Oh. - Yes.
- Come on, shitbird. - Yes!
Everybody is always telling me how great of a singer you are.
You're a legend.
Where did you get my guitar?
Well, we asked your dad to bring it.
Oh, you two have been conspiring now?
This does not bode well for the future.
- Come on, Rae. Please. - It's my wedding.
Isn't someone supposed to sing to me?
? I love you, Raelle... ?
Okay, okay. I'll sing.
I'll sing.
All right.
? I'll be your mirror ?
? Reflect what you are ?
? In case you don't know ?
? I'll be the wind ?
? The rain, and the sunset ?
? The light on your door ?
? To show that you're home ?
? When you think the night ? ? Has seen your mind ?
? That inside ? ? You're twisted and unkind ?
? Let me stand ? ? To show that you are blind ?
? Please put down your hands ?
? 'Cause I see you ?
? I find it hard to believe ? ? You don't know ?
? The beauty you are ?
? But if you don't ?
? Let me be your eyes ?
? A hand to your darkness ?
? So you won't be afraid ?
? When you think the night ? ? Has seen your mind ?
? That inside ? ? You're twisted and unkind ?
? Let me stand to show ? ? That you are blind ?
? Please put down your hands ?
? 'Cause I see you ?
- Yes! - Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.
- Amazing. - Wow.
- That was beautiful, Raelle. - Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
- All quiet? - Yeah. It's a ghost town.
It'll pick up next week. Once the troops start rolling back in.
South Gate, report!
Hi.
Oh, my.
Oh, deal with her.
Oh, I can't wait for Silver to see this.
Pity.
I would have loved to talk to you about your work.
You were, apparently, quite extraordinary.
? I'll be your mirror ?
Hello. Mother.
What's happening?
Whatever it is, we need to go.
Wait...
Fort Salem has fallen.
- What? - Fort Salem has fallen.
I can't make it out.
It's just garbled and chaotic, and...
What?
Just... if you would just give me a moment
- to try to listen. - What are they saying?
- It's just frantic. - We gotta move.
- We gotta get going. - Rae.
No.
They're back.
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