Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ms. Wardwell, pardon the, uh, intrusion.
Your Uncle Jesse kept track of the family history.
Sabrina, aren't you gonna introduce me to your new gal pal?
Hilda.
- Sabrina, thank Beelzebub, I need you. - For what?
- What does that mean? - By "kicked out," he means killed.
Harvey's not a hunter.
We're witches, like you...
The witches would've starved and died that winter,
shall not be...
- Did Dad call you? - Call me?
Just the two of us.
Well, nothing from the police,
Talismans, vials of blood.
The other witches in Greendale,
kill them before they have the chance to kill us.
it's just over?
The cunning tells me what I need to know.
Because you would be welcome at my house.
Well, you've got some digging to do.
Not off the top of my head,
Mostly body.
- By your hand? - Sabrina.
I wonder if Constance might think Father Blackwood has other children.
Hello, handsome fellow.
Oh, come on, cous, it is a little funny.
Oh, let me burn white, Dark Lord.
of our devotion to the Dark Lord.
Boys.
I don't want to lose you, too.
What are you doing here?
Praise Freya! Praise Freya! Praise Freya!
- I don't want to fail him. - Nonsense. Sabrina, pour the tea.
But since I'm working at the mines now, honoring the "Kinkle legacy,"
And Satan knows who we might chance upon in the woods.
More centuries ago, More centuries ago,
Things that most people would've got rid of, he kept.
They're bringing over a couple of bodies.
Us walking home together.
But if you wanted to escape, I would happily look the other way.
Such a good idea.