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She could throw a dinner party.
- How is he? - Great. Doc Phibes checked him out.
If you what?
Well, it seems that most, if not all, of the miners' bodies have been recovered.
- How? - With your... what did you call it?
And Satan be praised.
like a frisson of electricity.
I could treat you to it, if you want.
You saw the girls in the mine when you touched Tommy's hard hat, right?
It's a form of decompression sickness, like when divers get the bends.
Guys.
Come on.
And the boys got scared and ran off.
To think I could raise her. Guide her.
I don't know.
Doing his rounds.
No.
the realms, really work.
Not if I pass over into mortal limbo and bring his soul back.
I wanted you to stop hurting.
how could I sit by and watch Harvey suffer without trying to do something?
limbo, mortal or witch, is a realm at the edge of death.
It's trapped in...
to bring the Kinkle boy back.
Open the portal!
- How's Tommy? - He's fine.
With a Book of the Dead.
Will you help me?
Tommy?
But I promised Harvey I'd fix this.
You okay?
It was...
Tommy's asleep because I gave him a few drops of sleep potion.
Tell me, are they still witches...
You never get a second shot at a first impression.
Girls, take Agatha to where you should've in the first place:
but they won't be able to undo anything.
I just need someone to anchor me here on the physical plane.
Hey, you'll...
Yeah, my... my friend Sabrina's aunt.
- Like what? - I'm not sure yet.
Tommy, everything is gonna be all right, but we have to go.
She fatigues easily these days.
He's back.
What are you talking about? That is Tommy.
Are you okay?
When all witches were polyamorous, and monogamy was just for mortals.
Still sleeping.
It's your turn now.
But you still can.
but herself.
Secret things.
Do it too fast and you're gonna vomit up half the cemetery.
That's incredibly dangerous, if it all goes south with his brother.
I don't know what the hell it is, but it ain't my son.
- Feel what? - The Santa Diabla.
Maybe not tonight. Doc said he should rest for a bit.
Perhaps I'll tear out his heart, give it to Agatha