TEXT: [PREVIOUSLY_ON] Boy: (screaming) Mary: You're free of my son, but his brother is still here. Sentinel: Come Black Sunday, my true brothers will rise from hell and stand beside me. Mary: This is his weapon. Cotton: Red Mercury. I want nothing of it. I have others to think of. Gloriana: My baby. Anne: Cotton's baby. Mercy: You're asking me to marry you. Hathorne: This business of love. All this must be one. Mercy: But there remains one obstacle. Isaac. Isaac: No tears. You are the luckiest girl I know. Tituba: Everything you need to kill an angel. You must forge a dagger with that in it and kill him with the dagger. Mary: You can do whatever you want to me. Just not here. Sebastian: Yes. Alden will most likely think it all a dream in the morning, but he'll never forget what he has seen. Cotton: What lies beyond that door? Sentinel: Beyond that door lies hell itself. (doors creak) (horse neighing) (wind whistling) (woman crying) (crying continues) Mother: Dorcas, my sweet child! Dorcas: Mama? Mother: Help me. (crying continues) Dorcas: Is it really you? Mother: Come to me, little one. (sinister music plays) Dorcas: (screams) (doors creak) ("Cupid Carries A Gun" plays) <unk> Pound me the witch drums <unk> <unk> Witch drums <unk> <unk> Pound me the witch drums <unk> <unk> Pound me the witch drums <unk> <unk> The witch drums <unk> <unk> Better pray for hell <unk> <unk> Not hallelujah <unk> (clicking) (clang) (door creaks) Dinley: Oh, co... come in, my lord. You're... You're most welcome. You're most welcome. (door shuts) Sentinel: The instrument... Dinley: Oh, my God. Sentinel: will be placed here, in your trust. But be very careful. The instrument is filled with
SUMMARY:
Mortal enemies come together in order to keep all hell from literally breaking loose.