Previously on Charmed...
Who the hell invited him?
It's a portal! But you need to jump!
Where on earth are we?
Welcome to the command center.
Why would the Elders put
a portal in a closet to SafeSpace Seattle
and take away our powers?
Macy seems to have retained
her demon capabilities.
This map is a monitoring system for witches.
Two red lights. Two dead witches.
The witch board must be an alarm system.
So we can't ever go home?
The house... It went through the portal, too.
It's bound to you forever.
It's not safe while that demon-like assassin
- is still out there. - Did you get a good look at him?
No. He was cloaked.
Macy.
Harry.
You scared me.
You happy to see me?
Uh...
What... what are you doing here?
What do you want?
For us to be together.
That's what I want.
We can't.
Oh...
But we must.
It's our destiny, Macy.
Can't you feel it?
But first, you need to tell me where you are.
Tell me where you are.
You need to tell me where you are.
Tell me where you are.
The assassin.
He shot me with some sort of dart.
The assassin must have been here.
_
Oh, no.
Harry?
- Oh. - What are you doing?
Oh, I couldn't sleep.
I thought I could perhaps find
some clue left by the assassin
as to who or...
... what he might be.
Any luck?
No. No, not yet.
And you?
You couldn't sleep?
No.
But I did find something.
What's that?
Another victim.
Oh, my God.
"Rest in Peace, Maggie Vera"?
What are you doing?
It's 5:00 a.m.
We've got no powers,
no money, no Book of Shadows,
and a crazed assassin who wants to kill us.
Well, he's too late.
What?
We're dead, Mel.
I mean, everyone thinks we're dead.
That we burned in a house fire. Look.
Kappa's even holding a vigil for me.
- Are you nuts? - What are you doing!
Dead girls don't text.
They don't call. They don't use social media.
It's not like I'm commenting.
No one can know we're alive
or where we are, or it's just a matter of time
before that assassin tracks us down.
Mel. Maggie.
We have our first mission.
I'm visiting my aunt in Vermont tomorrow,
so it's finally time to answer the age-old question:
Am I a vest person?
No road trip is complete without...
... a cheese puff challenge!
She's a witch.
Went missing yesterday right before the attack on the B&B.
Police have issued a missing persons report.
Vermont state police are investigating
the brutal murder of two women
who own the historic Mary's Magickal Inn in Eden.
Details are few,
but police are also looking into the disappearance
of their 18-year-old niece Layla Chapman
who is reported to be staying with them at the inn.
Layla was last seen at a gas station
a mile from the crime scene with this unidentified man
and is believed to be in extreme danger.
Oh, no.
That's that big-ass demon from Vermont.
Haven't you heard?
There's a war going on.
We're comin' for you...
Witches!
He said, "There's a war going on,"
and they're coming for us.
Let me try something.
That "7" on the back, maybe it means something?
What-what are you doing?
Reverse image search. Obvi.
O-Obvi.
Obvi.
Got it. The Seventh Circle.
An old industrial nightclub
30 miles south of Portland
- in Colton, Oregon. - The assassin could be
- behind all of this. - We need to get
to the witch board, find Layla,
before it's too late.
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- _ - Seriously?
Of all the days.
Harry, can't you just orb through the door and let us in?
Ever since I extracted that poison from Macy,
my orbing's been wonky.
Define "wonky."
Oh. Yeah, that's wonky.
Exactly. Yes, I can't even travel from here to there.
Well, we can't just wait around for this place to open.
If she's in Colton, it's-it's only a few hours away.
We go the old-fashioned way.
Road trip.
- I'm in. - Well, actually, Mel,
perhaps it's best if you and Maggie stay here.
- What? - Why?
You have no powers. You're...
What, dead weight?
Defenseless.
Macy has some firepower.
I can heal her if anything goes wrong.
But the command center, that's the safest place
for you both right now.
He's right, Mel.
We're a liability.
Fine.
Now, how exactly did you imagine
we'd get on the road for this trip?
Depends.
How much cash do we have?
Honestly, I don't know how people lived before cell phones.
Even though I did.
Thanks for driving. By the way.
I find the right side of the road to be utterly barbaric.
Of course. Whatever gets us to Layla.
Macy, have I done something wrong?
No.
Why?
You just seem...
Nervous.
We can't.
Uh, how about some music?
? Turn the lights down low ?
? Gonna love you all night long... ?
A liability?
I have spent the past year
trying to be anything but.
I'm sorry, Mel.
But sometimes it's okay to be on the "B" team.
I am not "B" team.
I'm "A" team.
A-minus at worst.
Okay.
Good morning, visionaries.
Welcome to SafeSpace Seattle.
So, how will you change the world today?
I won't, Swan, because apparently I'm a useless waste of oxygen.
I'm sorry.
She just lost her power...
... of attorney, for her start-up.
Oh...
We need a better system.
If we steal any more of these, someone's gonna notice.
Descubre el camino secreto.
Aw. The Founder's Carnival's in two weeks.
I always loved that parade.
And Mrs. Alfaro's beagle won the Hilltowne Dog Show.
Chestnut.
Ooh.
Do you know what this is?
A moldy baked potato from the '90s?
Make that 1890s.
It's Himalayan mandrake root.
Unbelievably rare.
I think I remember from the Book of Shadows,
if you grind it down, it forms the base of a cloaking serum.
I bet that fake witch upstairs
has some other ingredients in her store.
This is fantastic.
Mel.
If we can remember some spells and potions,
maybe we can recreate the Book of Shadows...
- Mel. - What?
Turns out we're not the only ones who are dead.
I was looking for our obituary,
- but I found his. - _
He's dead, Mel.
Dad's dead.
I hate not knowing what we're driving into.
Mm, the fog is thick, isn't it?
No, I-I mean this assassin.
We don't know anything about him.
Where he gets the poison from,
if he is working with those demons in Vermont.
We don't even know what he looks like.
Macy...
Look out!
Are you all right?
Help.
Save her, please.
She's slipping away.
Harry!
The last time you took on that poison,
when you healed me, it compromised you.
- Who knows what this will do to you? - She's a witch.
I'm a Whitelighter. This is what I do.
They're coming together tonight.
The Seventh Circle.
You have to save her.
L-Layla?
Save her, please.
No, no, no.
No.
Harry, she's gone.
The Seventh Circle.
That's the club from Maggie's search.
We're saving Layla.
We're not losing her like this.
Ginger matcha latte something.
They're giving free samples.
A heart attack.
Dad probably heard what happened.
Dying in a fire.
Just couldn't handle the stress.
You can't blame us.
There's a funeral.
Today.
Absolutely not.
We're not going anywhere.
The assassin's out there. It's not safe.
We owe him a proper goodbye.
We don't owe him anything.
He left us, Maggie.
He was a ghost in our lives.
He was the only parent we had left.
Have you forgotten?
All the missed birthdays,
no-show dinners, blown-off holidays?
Okay, maybe he wasn't perfect.
I know that.
And maybe I'm not his biological daughter.
But he's the only father I knew.
The one who sang me to sleep.
"Duermete Mi Niņo."
The one who gave me
that ballerina music box on my birthday.
That is the man I want to say goodbye to.
That man, Maggie, was a loser.
And when are you gonna grow up
and face reality?
If growing up means erasing my past...
... never.
You keep hitting with a loose fist
and in heels,
you're gonna be the one who needs first aid.
Sorry.
I'll, um... I'll get out of your way.
And I know I owe you a first aid kit still.
Everything all right?
I-I'm fine. Really.
You never told me your name.
Oh, sorry.
I get it. Most girls don't want to give personal info to...
"Girls"?
I'm 20 years old, dude. I'm not a girl.
Apologies.
- I didn't mean... - Why does everyone
always think I'm too young to make adult decisions?
Uh, not what I said.
It's like, just because I have clear skin and a positive attitude,
the whole world thinks I'm a child.
But I am a grown-ass woman.
- Okay? - Okay.
I am formidable.
And if I make
a decision about how to live my life,
people need to respect that I am mature enough
to deal with the consequences.
And I still don't know your name.
Screw it. I'm dead, anyways.
_
You can carry them
around with you, if you want.
And we also have these amazing bath salts and soaps.
Uh-huh. All right, so...
You'll have me start maybe tomorrow?
Yeah...
Thank you so much.
Hello, there.
[CHUCKLES] Looking for anything in particular,
or just wanted to borrow my phone again?
Oh. I'm just, uh... browsing.
Surprising,
since you seemed to be a skeptic last time
- you came around. - Oh, I am.
I'm just looking for a gift for a friend.
Great. Will that be cash or charge?
I'm sorry?
I saw you taking those herbs.
Oh. Of course. I was just...
I was gonna pay for it.
I'll ring you up.
I was until I realized that
I left my wallet in the car.
Look, I know you think I'm some ditzy, dime-store Wiccan...
- I didn't say that. - You didn't have to.
Maybe you believe in this stuff, maybe you don't.
But I do have certain powers of perception.
I recognize a soul in distress.
You obviously need this more than I do.
Pay it forward when you can.
Thank you.
But if you steal from me again...
I'll put a hex on you.
They're here.
The demon bloodlines.
Which ones?
All of them.
The Vagrants, the Malignants, Carnals....
And the Primordials,
the one-percenters of the demon world.
Each has unique demon powers and agendas.
But I thought they were at war with each other.
Well, they were... until now,
it seems. And if they're all here,
coming together, Layla's in more danger
than we ever could have imagined.
Well, we are not exactly dressed
to infiltrate a demon party.
But we need to fit in
if we're gonna get past our Rat Pack from Vermont.
If you're suggesting we try to find
a proper haberdashery around here,
I think we're out of luck.
I think we're finally in luck.
Is that... Glamour powder.
Courtesy of Maggie Vera.
God, I love magic.
What do you think?
Is it demonic enough?
Most definitely.
Not so bad yourself. Just...
Try not to look so...
Harmless.
Okay, how's this?
You all right?
I'm... I-I'm fine.
No, you saw something.
Macy, tell me.
I had a dream.
About you.
Someone like you. He...
He was you,
but different.
Like this.
Yes!
Don't see that on the "B" team.
Maggie?
Maggie!
Guess who disappeared an apple?
Maggie?
_
Damn it, Maggie.
Let the darkness of this grief be lifted
by the peace and light of Your presence.
Would anyone else like to say anything in remembrance
of Santiago Raymond Vera?
Well, then... let's continue.
Our Father, who art in heaven...
Goodbye, Dad.
Harry.
I had a feeling I'd find you here.
You look... different.
Oh, do I?
I thought
I imagined it.
Or perhaps I just desperately wanted
to believe that it wasn't real.
But you saw him, too... in your dream.
Yes.
He's very seductive.
He must be a shape-shifter demon,
or something even more powerful.
And he might be inside that club, so from here on in,
if you see me, you mustn't trust me.
Okay.
So... you got your powers back?
Some of them, yes.
And when I heard the news about your father,
I wanted to make sure nothing had happened to you.
Come.
Hmm? Let's get back to your sisters.
I don't know who
- or what you are, but... - But what?
You're all alone, Maggie.
A lamb lost in the woods.
No daddy. No sisters. No powers.
I assume that portal must have stripped
them somehow to keep you off my radar.
Clever.
But not clever enough.
If you want to live, take me to your sisters.
It's me. Run.
How could you do something so damn stupid?
I'm sorry. Okay?
But did you... did you see that guy,
that thing, whatever that was?
It had Harry's face. Like, exactly Harry's face.
And it would've killed you if I hadn't shown up.
You wasted some of my cloaking serum
and put us all in jeopardy.
I screwed up, okay?
I'm sorry, but Mel,
there was almost no one there.
At Dad's funeral.
Because he alienated every single person he met.
He wasn't always there, but... when he was, he...
He always made sure to bring us a gift or something.
What was that look?
Nothing.
If you want me to grow up, you have to stop protecting me.
For your seventh birthday
Dad promised to take you to the ballet.
You were so excited.
It's all you talked about for days.
So that night you got dressed,
and you did your hair...
Put on my little ballet shoes.
And when the time came to pick you up...
He didn't show.
Just cried myself to sleep.
The next morning,
he left me that...
That music box...
With a note...
Apologizing.
It wasn't from him, was it?
Mom couldn't bear to see you disappointed.
So she told you he got called away on business.
And the next morning,
I bought you that music box,
and left it on your bed with the note.
From him.
If you hate him so much, why would you do that for him, Mel?
I didn't do it for him, Maggie.
_
First one's Layla.
Second one, Macy?
A security system.
They're testing for demon blood. I can't pass.
We need to find some other way in.
There's no time.
I've got demon blood.
I have the firepower.
I'll go in alone.
Macy, that's suicide. You don't know what you're up against.
Layla is in there.
She's not dying on my watch.
If that Harry thing can find me...
Maybe he can find her, too.
If we split it, it could last
about ten minutes, 15 at most.
Well, then...
Let's make it quick.
Hey.
The hell you think you're goin'?
I passed the test.
Which means you win the prize.
No powers in the club.
? I'm a gravedigger ?
? I'm a, I'm a gravedigger ?
? Six deep single fish floatin' on the river ?
? You're goin' on a devil dance ?
? Do the Macarena ?
? Black on my eyes ?
? And I'm cold as a cadaver ?
? I'm immortal, mother... ?
? Can't see me in the mirror ?
? Crown on my head ?
? And the thorns on my mind ?
? Blade in the flesh ?
? And you're drinkin' my wine ?
? I kiss, you disappear ?
? You wanna keep it a secret ?
? I know you wanna... me
? And you'll never forget it ?
Layla.
? I'm a gravedigger. ?
Who or what are you exactly?
Mel?
We're not telling you who we are until we're sure who you are.
One part sweetened condensed milk.
One part coconut cream. One part rum.
Add a dash of cinnamon and vanilla.
Mom's coquito. Only the real Harry could know that.
There's a shape-shifter out there
who looks exactly like you.
Yes. And he could be anywhere,
including there... with Macy.
Greetings, demon scum!
It's been over a thousand years
since we've all come together like this.
I'm not here on behalf of my fellow Primordials,
but on behalf of our host,
the rightful heir of Zagan the Great.
That's impossible.
That's right.
The prophecies are true.
The demon overlord who will rise up
and unite us has come.
And if this overlord has risen,
then where is he, Godric?
Watching... closely.
Since the death of Zagan over a millennium ago,
we have been been at each other's throats.
Primordials killing Carnals,
Malignants killing Vagrants. And for what?
Our division ends now.
And we believe witches to be responsible.
But the overlord has a plan for us
to put down our oppressors
and finally reign supreme once and for all.
The Elders are gone.
The Charmed Ones burnt to death,
a fate they deserved.
The only thing standing in our way is each other.
We are demons!
We are one! Together,
we will rid the world of the witches
that have plagued us for so many years.
And it all starts tonight.
With this one.
Burn the witch!
- Burn the witch! - Burn her!
If you think I'm going to let one drop
of Carnal blood spill for some Primordial power grab,
and an invisible overlord
who doesn't have the nerve to show his face...
Walk away, Callum...
... and you walk alone.
So be it.
Traitor!
Get out of my way!
Bloodline leaders, step forward.
Let's burn this witch.
Burn the witch! Burn her!
Wait!
Callum is right.
Unless the overlord shows his cowardly face,
all of us should walk out of that door right now.
I'm sorry.
Who are you, exactly?
Who I am...
is the overlord.
And you will all bow to me.
Whoever said demons don't have a sense of humor?
If you're the overlord,
let's see some proof, shall we?
How are your powers working with that cuff? Who are you?
Like I said, I'm the overlord.
Don't worry. It's me.
Maggie?
You're gonna pay for that.
I did it.
- Who are you? - A friend.
We're taking you home.
This way.
Hurry!
Macy, it's me.
And he might be inside that club,
so from here on in, if you see me, you mustn't trust me.
What can I say to prove it to you?
I know, Harry.
- Witches! - Damn it. So close.
Uh, time to go, people!
Come on!
This way.
Are you okay?
Now that I know that you were the one
who gave this to me, I...
Kind of want to keep it.
But it's...
It's also a piece of the past,
part of the lie I told myself...
That I need to... let go of.
Mags, I didn't mean to make you feel...
No. Part of... growing up is...
Letting go of what was.
And...
... uh, embracing what is.
An application?
Part-time receptionist at SafeSpace?
We're gonna need constant access to that command center.
No more 7:00 a.m. lockouts, so,
until I get my powers back,
this is my way of pulling my weight.
Especially now that you're back on the "A" team.
I'm a B-plus,
A-minus at best.
For now.
But... in the meantime,
at least we have each other.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Since when did you become the sappy one?
Maybe we all have a little bit of growing up to do.
Oh, crap.
Hey.
Hey. Sorry it took me so long to return this.
- I've been... distracted. - You can just set it anywhere.
So how'd it go with the whole adult decision?
Uh... honestly?
Not that great.
Want to talk about it?
I respect that.
Why have you been so nice to me?
I mean, so far, all I've done is steal your supplies
and act like a complete
crazy person around you.
Fair point.
And I'm not your type, clearly.
No.
No, you're not.
So then... what?
I guess I just find you...
Formidable.
Oh.
Thank you.
I needed that.
Oh, um, it's Maggie, by the way.
My name.
Mystery solved.
Good night, Maggie.
What's that?
Uh, the three witches we've lost since we came here.
The list is so we never forget.
'Cause they're more than just lights on a switchboard.
They are... women with names and dreams
- and people that loved them. - May I?
Remember your losses.
Celebrate your victories, too.
Thanks to you,
Layla's back home.
Thanks.
Macy, I'm sorry.
I should have told you sooner.
About what I saw.
For as long as I can remember,
I've had only one purpose...
To protect witches.
That's the only reason the Elders gave me a second life.
And when I saw myself...
Whatever twisted version of me that was...
Trying to...
Harm you and your sisters,
for the first time in my life,
I felt...
Scared.
Truly scared.
Well, maybe now is a good time for you
to figure out who you are beyond
Harry Greenwood, last of the Whitelighters.
Well, I wouldn't know where to begin.
You could start a business.
Become a visionary.
I hear all the kids are doing it.
Well, perhaps one day.
Yeah, but right now, we have far greater concerns...
Namely, coming up with a system to make sure you
always know it's me and not that demonic charlatan.
- Harry, I don't need a system. - Just a simple gesture.
- Harry? - Or a code word.
Harry.
All I need is a look.
Like this.
Eye to eye.
And I'll know.
I'll just know.
Well, I hope you're right.
Because I'm afraid there's a storm coming, Macy.
If those demon bloodlines unite,
it'll be unlike anything we've ever faced.
Then it's a good thing they think we're dead.
You were right.
The Charmed Ones are alive.
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