The Craft: Legacy

Today's the day. All right.

I feel good about this one.

Us three witches are fire.

I don't know why we keep trying without a fourth.

Oh, here she goes.

What? It's been two years.

Maybe we don't need a fourth.

Yeah, you need all four.

Each crescent moon is an element.

See? North, south, east, west.

I wanna freeze time.

We couldn't freeze time if we had a fourth.

I have it on the table, Frankie.

You need to hold it, or else

you're gonna light something on fire.

All right, ladies.

I love this plate.

Don't put it out.

I have to. We have to do the ritual.

Your feather.

Frankie, watch out.

You're always lighting things on fire, bro.

- Not this time. Y'all witches ready?

As the night receives Your light

And the oceans feel your pull

I set my intention To grow with you

From new to full

I summon the spirits of the North,

spirit of earth and body,

spirit of dirt.

Blessed be.

I summon the spirits of the East,

spirit of air, spirit of new beginnings, spirit of breath.

Blessed be.

I summon the spirits of the South,

spirit of fire and will, spirit of heat.

Blessed be.

Tabby, can you just pretend

you didn't summon the Southern spirits

and do the spirits of the West?

What? No. That's whack. I already did mine.

Someone needs to. It's not gonna work otherwise.

If we're gonna be honest,

the spirits of the West have been

messin' shit up for a while now,

so why don't we just leave 'em out.

She's got a valid point.

And, look, anyways, it starts with East.

East, South, West...

See, this is why we can only do basic magick.

We've never had a fourth.

How many times have we tried to telepathically communicate?

Oh, my God! You're obsessed

with telepathically communicating.

Read the book.

"So it shall be sealed and done

When all four corners Meet as one"

Wait, wait, wait.

Oh, shit!

- It's your jam. - Yes!

Okay, here we go.

Whoo!

Shit. You know the words.

- Aw. - Sorry.

- Aw, baby. - Ugh. Blah.

Oh, no, no, no. You can... cry.

All right, get it out.

Oh, honey, I'm...

I get it, man. This is...

This is weird, though, isn't it?

Oh...

Look it, we're having all the feels.

You'll have to do my makeup when we get there.

Okay. I got you.

Turn it back up, please.

How are my brows?

They look great.

Okay.

Okay.

You look beautiful.

Oh, gosh.

You do.

Okay. I do.

- You ready? - I'm nervous.

- Yeah. Yeah. - Okay.

All right, let's do this. Okay.

Hello.

- Hey. - Hey.

- I see you made it in one piece. - Yeah, it's...

Oh, God.

Is that another piece of you I see right here?

Hi, Lily. I finally got you here.

It's nice to see you again.

Last time was on your turf though,

so now it's my home-court advantage.

That's a sports metaphor.

A metaphor, sort of like analogy.

Oh, yeah. I get it.

Yeah, I get it.

Dad joke. Guilty.

That's a cool camera.

- Thanks. It is, isn't it?

Let's take a picture. You know? Commemorate the moment.

That's a great idea.

- May I? - Okay.

It's not really a selfie thing, but here.

Sure. How do I...?

Ooh, wow, analog.

Dig it. Old school.

Ready?

All right. Come on in and meet the boys.

They're really excited to meet you.

I think they even bathed.

This is Isaiah. - Hey.

Jacob. - Hi.

And Abe.

Hi.

[MOZART'S "REQUIEM KV 626" PLAYING]

What the hell?

Hey, give Lily the good seat.

Move over.

- Move. -

Isaiah, just move over!

Cut it out, hey!

Move.

Settle down.

A little birdie told me mint chip was your favorite.

Thanks.

- Isn't that right, little birdie? - Mm-hm.

My beautiful little birdie.

That's gross, Dad.

- -

- Hey. - Hey.

Nice digs.

You okay?

Yeah.

How you feeling about school tomorrow?

Are you excited?

You can make some new friends.

Well, that would imply that I had old friends.

There's gonna be D-bags no matter where you go, right?

- Mom. It's not nice. - Sorry.

It's "douchebags."

"Douchebags"? I was going for "dickbags."

All right. Just remember what I always tell you.

Hmm?

Your difference is your power.

Okay, on that note, I'm gonna go unpack.

Okay.

- Love you. - I love you.

Hey.

Thank you for just being so cool...

Mom.

...about all of this.

I know it feels fast.

Mom, I'm not judging you at all.

I just have not connected to someone like this for so long,

and, God, it just feels really good,

like, you know, to have someone to...

I get it.

All right, baby. Get some rest.

Okay.

- Oh... love you. - Love you.

- Love you, love you, love you. - Love you, love you.

What's up?

Nice kicks.

Thanks, yo.

Have a good first day.

Thanks.

I know why the caged bird Sings, ah me

When his wing is bruised And his bosom sore,...

When he beats his bars And he would be free;

But a prayer that he sends From his heart's deep core

But a plea, that upward To Heaven he flings...

I know why The caged bird sings!

Okay, this week we're gonna be reading

chapters one through four

of Maya Angelou's seminal autobiography,

which draws its title...

Ew! God, are you seeing this?

- Timmy. - I'm sorry.

Okay, what's going on? Hey.

Hi. I think you dropped something.

Wow.

Oh, my God.

It's super gnarly.

Can we settle down back there, please? Let's go. Jacob.