Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[snarling]
Could be important, might not be quick.
open it now with a spirit to ransom.
‐ I'm still figuring that out.
‐ The child served her purpose.
LESLIE: And an army that's growing.
‐ Okay, so now we see if we can tunnel in.
I saw the sigils Morgan used in the ceremony.
[clears throat]
‐ Wait. Old Lace.
‐ [thunder crashing] ‐ [distant shrieking]
Some people have a genetic anomaly
It will give Morgan maximum exposure to all the natural elements.
[keying]
I can feel it.
♪ It'll mean nothing without you... ♪
- You really think it'll work? - I don't know
♪ Can you see me burning up? ♪
How nice to see you all.
[sighs]
♪ Making me feel like I made it ♪
‐ There is something still left in there. You need a hospital.
you lose yourself completely.
‐ Concentrate.
‐ Yeah. Yeah, I think it's kind of sad.
Cell service sucks.
Molly! ‐ Maybe she's still at the Church?
[Nico groaning]
[mirror crackling]
Maybe Morgan is using those followers like she used Molly,
Optimistic I could change the world.
‐ Morgan is tearing down the fabric between this dimension and yours.
It's far too late to stop that, but...
JANET: The transmission towers are going offline.
Don't try to tell me that you're some kind of symbol
‐ They've got Molly.
‐ You really think it'll work? ‐ I don't know.
You never really did stand a chance.
‐ Then I'll just get back up...
‐ She's right. ‐ [phone ringing]
‐ [snaps fingers] ‐ Boom. That might get us halfway there.
But then you left
‐ The mirror. That's how Morgan communicated to me
but if you and Chase and I put our heads together,
‐ We really should be on our way to the hospital.
for something to take over your body
Oh, but my circle, hell, we're just powering up.
‐ It's Morgan, she's here, and I think she's already won.
I heard enough of her spell.
‐ So, PRIDE back together again. ‐ What's left of us.
And no matter how many times you go down, you get right back up.
‐ Of course.
[panting]
I was your age once.
MOLLY: Is he okay?
Are you watching porn?
I would have trained you, guided you.
But whaddya say we get to work?
picked on you 'cause I was so afraid that I wasn't enough.
It needs to be imbued with magic, forged with blood.
‐ Molly! Stop!
[Old Lace groans]
behold the transom,
‐ Seriously? Like table salt?