This is not a witch hunt.
- Take my boots off. - Please!
It's a military-themed party,
- and I don't have anything this ugly. - I said no.
And why are those Greek parties always themed?
Have you thought about that, psychologically,
that they're always pretending to be other people?
No, because I actually like to have fun.
Don't you threaten me!
This is not a witch hunt.
It's a reckoning, and I want him out!
Mom?
What was that about?
Professor Thaine is protesting his suspension.
And since Angela Wu can't testify...
Are you okay, Mom?
Yeah.
I'm fine, honestly.
Look at both of you.
My beautiful girls.
Okay. Did you have a glass of wine or something, Mom?
No.
One. Come here.
I feel so lucky
to be the mother of two special
young women.
Special in such different ways.
Always remember that.
You're better together.
Your differences are your strengths.
And nothing is stronger than your sisterhood.
Nurture that.
Don't worry, Mom. We are all over it.
Yeah, we're gonna nurture it so hard.
But later. Can we go?
It's bad enough I'm the only freshman with a curfew.
Yes. Go.
- Bye. - Bye.
_
Brian, why are you following me?
I was on my way out,
and you were gonna go through the woods.
- It's safe. - Come on.
I'm driving you.
What?
Friends give friends rides.
We were gonna try some space.
For both of us.
Just be careful.
Okay?
_
Hey, I have to go. Something is wrong.
Hear this! I have three!
Esse quam videri.
It means, to be rather than seem to be.
That is the Kappa Tau Kappa motto, which means
we strive to be authentic. Smile.
Lower the volume, please.
Need I remind you that since the Angela Wu coma sitch,
we are "dry,"
and not looking to attract attention.
You're going to rush, right?
Oh, no. She's definitely not.
My God, what are you doing here?!
Mom has been texting. She needs us both at home.
What do you mean, she needs us?
You obviously got the messages.
You check your phone every five seconds.
Fine.
I'll just hang out here, engage these young men
in discussions about rape culture.
Stop it! I'm... I'm coming.
Hey, remember, when it comes to consent,
you can change your minds at any time, okay?
Oh, my God, you just killed me.
I'm literally dead right now.
Is that vomit on my boots?
No. Maybe.
What? So, I'll clean them.
How the hell did freaking birds get in here?
Why is it so cold?
Mom?
- No! - Mom!
Mom!
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Another hard pass.
- Hmm. - What am I gonna do?
My Airbnb smells like old hot dogs.
Look, don't worry. The places are
nicer the closer we get to campus.
It's, uh, class warfare right here in Hilltowne.
Or "Helltowne," as the cool kids call it.
Be sure to throw that out a lot.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, nothing but cool here.
Yeah, I see.
Let's get you out of the rain.
Don't worry. We're-we're gonna find you a place, okay?
You sure I'm not leaning on you too much?
- Nah. - It's just this whole job
came up out of the blue,
- and you're the only person I know. - Keep leaning.
I like leaning.
Mace?
Hey, Macy, you okay?
I...
That house.
Yeah. You probably saw that on the news.
_
First-week jitters?
Professor Thaine.
Yes. Hi.
- Nice to meet you. - You, too.
Sorry for my absence in your first few days,
but I'm back now,
reinstated and absolved.
No harassment.
I say that just to
- get it out in the open. - Yes.
Yes, of course. I understand.
Good. I look forward to working with you.
Lovely blouse.
Ms. Vera.
Uh, please, wait.
I read your article in Critical Inquiry.
Very well-written, if a bit hostile.
Reading it made me feel as if my penis
had been torn from my body.
Oh, good. You read it right.
Perfect. So, look, I know you don't like me
because I replaced your mother in the department...
Oh, that's, like, fifth on the list
of why I don't like you.
Fifth? Okay. Well, you can tell me one to four later.
One, they should have never hired a cis male
to lead the Women's Studies department.
Although this cis male has been published 12 times
by respected feminist journals
and re-tweeted by Roxane Gay.
Check Twitter. You'll have to scroll back a few months.
- She's quiet prolific. - Congratulations.
Thank you.
No, but this-this really isn't about me.
I wanted to check in on you.
Make sure you're doing okay.
See how, you know, you're feeling.
I will feel better once this conversation is over.
You realize without a permit, that's vandalism?
Professor Thaine is a sexual predator.
- He should not be back teaching. - He had a hearing,
he was exonerated, it's over.
The main witness against him is in a coma.
It was a "he said, she said" situation.
- Three "she saids." - And,
Angela Wu? Clearly unstable.
If your mother hadn't started this whole witch hunt...
This is not a witch hunt, it's a reckoning.
Seems like your mom's the one who had the reckoning.
Damn it!
You-You can't just...
You punched an undergraduate.
In broad daylight. Which is assault.
And I regret that. Completely my bad, but, Niko...
Detective Hamada, if you heard him,
the things he was saying about my mom...
I just think that he knows more than he's letting on.
- No, don't do that. - What?
Look at each other like this is crazy. It's not.
Warner Thaine was a known sexual predator.
My mom supported Angela Wu when she came forward.
Suddenly Angela ODs,
even though she's a straight-A scholarship student?
- And then my mom dies? - In both cases,
there's no evidence of foul play.
Because you're not looking!
Mel, your mother's death was a horrible accident.
But your sister said she had always
been trying to fix that window...
and she'd been drinking.
Yeah, I know what's on the report.
We're gonna try and talk Cam out of pressing charges.
Given everything that's happened in your life.
Oh, thank you.
That's great.
You hit someone?
Don't worry about it.
Seriously?
You're a graduate student, a teaching assistant.
You could lose your job.
See, this is why I don't come home anymore.
You're losing it.
- Then why are you here? - Because I needed clothes.
For rush.
You're rushing that sorority?
Yeah. I have been.
All month.
And if I become a sister...
A sister.
That's just what it's called. Anyway...
Wow.
I'd move into the Kappa house.
I just can't live here anymore, Mel.
You're so angry all the time.
And you're obsessed with Mom's death.
- Obsessed? - Yes, you're obsessed.
Because I'm not just moving on like nothing happened?
That's not fair.
Hi.
Um, I'm Macy Vaughn.
- Yes? - Sorry, um,
- I just moved to Hilltowne... - Um...
- I'm sorry. This isn't a great time. - No, wait.
Please.
I think I'm your sister.
It's her, right?
Your mother.
Yeah. Definitely.
And our house.
Well, it's not the circuit.
- Mel, look at this. - Oh.
I saw. Where'd you get it?
I found it after my dad died.
I just got a job at the university.
I was walking by and saw your house.
So our mom gets murdered and, three months
later, you just happen to drive by?
- She wasn't murdered. - Stop it.
- What do you want? - I don't want anything.
Because we don't have any money.
- Mel. - Money? I don't want money.
- Then why are you here? - Because I just
found out, and I thought maybe you would...
Whatever.
It was clearly a mistake.
- But why not try again? - Because I'm not begging.
I've been fine on my own. I like being on my own.
Then why'd you go there?
Curiosity.
That's an Internet search.
Look, I-I know we don't know each other that well.
Yet.
But you didn't e-mail, you didn't call.
You just went over there. Why?
I guess I wanted to ask 'em about my mom.
Well, what did your dad have to say about it?
That she died, when I was two.
Obviously, he... he lied.
All the more reason to go back over there.
- No. - Look, they were shocked.
- I bet if you try it again... - No, I'm done.
- Come on. - Enough, okay?
What the hell?
I-I am so sorry.
I am drunk and clumsy. I sh... I should go.
What else can I tell you?
Oh, we have maid service every week, 'cause trust me,
girls are just as gross as boys.
But Kappa is not just about the perks.
We also give back. That's right: Kappa is woke.
We volunteer at Hilltowne Memorial.
Some of the sisters have been sitting vigil
with poor Angela Wu, even though she is not Greek.
So sad.
Is she gonna regain brain function?
No. But not for a lack of effort on our part.
Yeah.
Anyway, you should all be so, so, so, so proud
to have made it to this final round.
So go and enjoy some apps, and good luck.
I like your... your top.
Maggie? Maggie.
Um, between you and me, you're a shoo-in.
Really?
Unless you, like, poop in a vase,
or space out on your phone again.
I'm just kidding.
Oh, Viv, Dylan.
I don't think that you've met Maggie.
Hi.
Maggie?
Didn't she used to work in the dining hall?
Oh, um, yeah, yeah.
I-I worked at the dining hall last semester.
I'm at Silvio's Trattoria now?
We don't need your résumé.
Great skirt. Where'd you get it?
Her mom just died.
I should be nice.
Uh, is this some kind of rush prank?
Maggie, what is going on?
Rush prank?
I'm sorry.
I have to go.
Maggie?
Ugh, I'm so bloated.
I hate these bitches.
- Where's the mini quiches? - Where's the guy
- with the mini quiches? - Mini quiches?
Are you okay?
We may have to get rid of her.
I mean, if someone just showed up at your house,
claiming to be your sister, would you believe them?
Mel, you need to breathe.
Oh. Is it that kind of coffee date?
No. It's an "I'm worried about you" coffee date.
You seem like you're unraveling.
Well, good thing I'm not your problem anymore.
I still care about you.
Then dumping me after my mom
died was an interesting choice.
That's not fair.
I am so, so sorry about that.
All good.
Did you see that?
The coffee?
Oh, my God.
What is happening?
What about the coffee?
Please. Stop.
What is going on?
I have to go.
You were right. I am not okay.
I am not.
What the...?
Hello, ladies.
Don't, don't worry.
There is a reasonable explanation.
You are witches.
Witches who are destined to save
the world from impending doom.
That's right. You are the Charmed Ones.
The most powerful trio
- of witches. - He's the new women's studies chair.
I knew something was off about him.
Well, that is unnecessarily rude.
But I'll let it go because I know this is a lot.
- Untie us right now, or else... - No "or else" necessary.
Let me get those for you. I know, it's all so extreme
with the grabbing and the binding.
Believe me, I'd love to have just sent out a group text.
There we are.
This isn't happening.
- Girls. - So I'm not crazy.
- I thought I was going crazy. - Girls.
- All of this is crazy. - Girls.
- I am not a witch. - Girls.
I don't even like wearing witch costumes on Halloween, like...
- Not even slutty ones. - Girls!
Sorry. Ladies.
Now, we all saw what Macy did with the globe.
Looks like we've got telekinesis.
Telekinesis is not a thing.
Then again, it did fly across the room...
And there has to be a scientific explanation.
Uh, yes, there is, it's called molecular witch-etics.
- You're not funny. - Particle witch-ology?
All right, what... All right, what are you doing?
- Trying to freeze time. - Oh.
Is that your power? Oh, well, makes sense.
Very common with control freaks.
- So why isn't it working? - It's a craft.
Witchcraft.
Which means you have to figure out
how to access and control it.
Well, looks like you've already mastered yours.
Bravo. Must be that impressively high IQ.
So this means I really was reading minds?
A testament to your innate
sensitivity, or desperate insecurity.
They're two sides of the coin, really. Not to worry.
I will help you understand it all.
You see, I am an advisor to witches.
They call me a Whitelighter.
Physically, I died in 1957.
Wait. Was Mom a witch?
Bingo.
And part of my speech.
Your mother was a witch.
A very powerful one.
She bound your powers when you each were born
to protect you and let you live normal lives.
Now, she was in the process of unbinding those powers...
The night she was murdered.
I knew it.
I knew she didn't fall.
Who killed her?
We don't know, as yet.
There was ice at the scene, so cold is a characteristic,
but there are literally thousands of
different demons associated with cold.
What are you even talking about?
It's all here.
The Book of Shadows.
The Ancient Oracles predicted
three signs of apocalypse.
The first, "When the weakest of men
"reaches ill-gotten glory",
"and," oh, God, this goes on and on.
The language is far too flowery for my taste.
But suffice to say, it's your current president.
Can we go back to the part where you said "apocalypse"?
Not really, I'm in a rhythm here.
The second sign,
"The movement's great sages fall,"
well, that refers to your mother's death
and the senior witches who have been killed since.
Other witches? How many are there?
Really, this works much better as a monologue,
if you don't mind.
The final sign hasn't happened yet.
"With the blossoming of death
"comes the awakening of the Source of All Evil.
And then, we fall."
Well, so, you can see why we finished what your
mother started that night, and brought you here.
She wanted me here?
Yes. Very much.
She sent you the grant application,
made sure it was chosen.
See?
She is our sister.
So,
your mother's spell book.
Keep it safe.
Your guide to using the Power of Three to
protect the innocent and vanquish demons.
You three have 48 hours to decide
whether you wish to accept your witchly fate.
- We get to decide? - Oh, yes.
Being a witch is a fully pro-choice enterprise.
And the decision must be unanimous.
If you refuse,
everything since made possible by magical intervention...
Will be undone.
You guys, this demon harvests witches'
organs for freaking smoothies!
Don't worry, the underworld doesn't know
your powers have been awakened.
No way. I'm not doing this.
I do not want to end up in a smoothie.
Maggie, this is our legacy.
Mom wanted us to do this,
and now we can figure out who killed her.
I'll, uh, I'll let you three hash it out.
If you need me, call.
Or, uh, text, Snap, or Twitter DM.
Well, or just call my name and I'll magically appear.
I just wanted to show you the effect.
They prefer I get around
like a regular person now...
To blend in.
It's a folie a deux. It must be.
He induced it somehow.
You did just see that guy disappear into thin air, right?
You think us actually being witches makes more sense?
Yeah, I do. It all...
Makes sense.
Throughout history, strong women
were called witches, and they are...
We are.
We have to unite to change the power dynamics,
right the ship, change the course of humanity.
It's Lucy. She wants me to go to the Kappa house.
Seriously, no interest in changing the course of humanity?
Witches aren't real.
There's a scientific explanation for this.
_
Of course I'm relieved.
I mean, justice was served.
This was a witch hunt.
- What-What are you doing here? - I was worried.
You just ran out.
Oh, right, um, I'm-I'm sorry.
Are you okay?
You know what?
I feel better.
And I am sorry about what I said.
About you ending things after my mom died.
I know I shut you out.
- You were just so angry. - Yeah.
That's what my sister says, too.
Are you really...
Niko?
... okay?
Yes.
Yes, I'm okay.
I wanted...
Niko?
Oh, my God!
Okay, I got this.
... to be there for you,
but the anger just got in the way.
Exactly, the anger got in the way.
Wow, you really do seem better.
I feel better.
Like I've come out of a fog.
I've missed you.
- Is your sister home? - Mm-mm.
Hi there.
Are you lost?
Mel?! Where are you? A frikking demon dog
just tried to eat my hair extensions.
And had crazy eyes and-and green goo.
And the only reason I got away was because
this group of drunk guys showed up and...
Shh, shh, shh...
Don't shush me.
Did you not hear me say a demon dog?
Sorority initiation thing.
So just clarify.
Ex sex, or are you and Niko back together?
Priorities. Shh.
So, what do you think?
I think I've never seen anything like this before.
Yeah, pretty sure that's because it's supernatural ooze.
But it seems to be surrounding a non-supernatural cell.
Some kind of hydrochloric acid.
Well, there are about 1,000 demon dogs in this book.
It could take hours to find the spell.
Are you seriously being serious?
I just barely got away from that thing.
I'm not interested in hunting it down.
What other choice do we have?
Um, we choose not to be witches,
we avoid demon dogs till tomorrow,
- and everything goes back to normal. - Baking soda.
I need baking soda.
Why didn't you summon me? I told you if you needed me to text.
Stop talking, I have a question.
Is this gonna scar?
Good news,
I'm a healer, no scar.
Bad news, looks like something in the underworld
knows you three had your powers activated.
I was wrong.
If you're wrong, what's the point of calling you?
A paradox for another day.
Here's what I can tell you.
A demon dog always comes with a demon owner.
Typically, a possessed human.
That's who we've got to find.
Now, did anyone know where you were going
before you were attacked?
Just Lucy, the president of Kappa.
And I heard her thoughts say she had to get rid of me.
I-I thought she meant cut me from rush.
Of course it's her. So, what now?
- Is there, like, a spell to defeat her? - Oh, yes, of course.
Somewhere in that 2,000-page book,
or, uh, "tome," I should say.
So, let's get reading.
Or, use sodium bicarbonate.
Look.
- Oh! - Like I said,
some kind of hydrochloric acid compound.
So sodium bicarbonate neutralizes it.
Oh, well, saves a lot of time.
Right on. So let's go get rid of Lucy.
Stop. We can't just get rid of the president of Kappa.
We can, if she's a demon who killed our mother.
Well, what if she's not, and you makes some crazy scene?
Guys? Are you seriously scared about ruining rush?
- Yeah, I am. - I can't believe this.
I'm sorry I want a life when this is over.
- With them? Why? - Yeah, with them.
Because they don't blame me for Mom's death.
I get it.
You think if I'd answered my phone,
you would have gotten here in time.
Well, I can assure you
I blame myself every day.
Who's there?
Maggie?
Welcome to Kappa.
You are all now officially a part of our sisterhood.
Congratulations.
Come upstairs.
I have something special for you.
Maggie?
- Maggie! - _
Maggie? What took you so long in there?
- Maggie. - Hey. Hi.
Um, I'll be bak.
There she is. Go find Maggie.
Oh, hey, Mel.
I-I'm waiting for your sister, but since you're here...
Be gone, demon!
What the hell?
- You're not a demon? - Excuse me?
Um, I just mean theoretically.
I think you're kind of bitchy.
I was offering you a drank from the secret stash
because all Greek parties are dry now since coma girl.
Sorry.
You seem so stressed.
Is it rush?
Um, yeah, you know. Mostly.
You care so much about what people think.
You know that I think you're perfect.
Can I kiss you?
One last time?
Prepare yourself for the end.
You know, I'll pass on the kiss.
Too bad, you already said yes.
When it comes to consent, I can change my mind at any time.
Oh, my God, Pilates.
Not so fast, Mags.
Help!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God, is he dying?
- I don't know. - Is he dying? He's not dying, right?
- It's just the demon? - I don't know.
Oh, thank God.
What happened?
I'm just saying, that was a kiss.
It was all the adrenaline.
In fact, adrenaline doesn't have much effect
on human emotions besides the fear response.
Oh, my God, if you'd been my sister longer,
I'd tell you to shut up.
He's just not who I see myself with long-term.
My God, are you for real pouting
because you missed out on the fight?
I'm not pouting. I don't pout.
- Impartial observer. You pout. - Yeah.
It's just I finally figured out how to freeze things,
and I was excited to try it.
So how'd you do it?
Whatever. It's not important.
Come on, action, reaction.
What was it? What changed?
Hmm?
It works when I am not angry.
Oh, my God.
Your powers are judging you.
Ha-ha-ha, it's hilarious.
It is.
But I, uh, did want to say...
I'm sorry and I don't blame you.
I blame myself.
I knew something wasn't right that night.
I knew, but I still wanted to leave the house and...
Stop.
It's not your fault, either.
I shouldn't have shut you out.
I am your big sister.
I'm supposed to nurture you so hard, you know?
Hey, now see?
This is good.
You two are so much better together.
Mom said that.
So what was she like?
Well, lucky for you, I am a firm believer
that if it's not on camera it didn't happen.
- Cake! - No, higher angle.
Please. It's going on Instagram.
Oh, don't be silly. You look beautiful.
I am so proud of you.
I'm proud of you both.
You know, when I was nine, at a birthday party, I was...
I was so sure she contacted me through a Ouija board.
Hey, maybe she did.
You know, she probably could.
Yeah, maybe.
You're right. She seems great.
But she also left me, so...
Oh, no.
You were really lonely growing up.
I'm sorry. I read your thoughts.
Y-Yeah.
Yeah, I-I guess sometimes I was.
I definitely didn't have this.
Sorry. This is ridiculous.
I've cried twice in my life.
Oh, it's okay. We...
We cry all the time around here.
Totally.
Okay.
Anyway, I'm leaning towards yes tomorrow
on the whole witch thing,
but whatever you both choose I'll be cool with.
Thank you.
I mean, come on.
You both had mad endorphin rushes, right?
That was next level.
And clearly it was Mom's dying wish.
Sorry, this is what she does.
Can we go back to whatever we do, you're cool?
I am cool.
I'm trying to be cool.
I want to be cool.
You are the Charmed Ones,
witches who are destined to save the world.
The demon who killed our mother.
We can figure out who killed her.
There was ice at the scene.
We can figure out who killed her.
Cold is a characteristic. Cold.
There are literally thousands of
different demons associated with cold.
Do I look righteously angry, like I'd fit in at a rally?
You look good. Listen, it wasn't cold, right?
What? Sorry.
I haven't slept. I'm a scientist.
Evidence is repeatable and with Demon Brian it wasn't cold,
which means he wasn't the demon who killed our mother.
And crows. You said there were crows,
so I started thinking maybe there's an ornithology angle.
Plus the cold factor...
Wait. Mel. Let's get Mel.
She's already at the rally
to protest Professor Thaine's reinstatement.
Oh, no.
We believe the women! We believe the women!
Not all men! Not all men! Not all men!
It's a beautiful day.
Melanie Vera.
We meet at last.
According to The Book of Shadows,
his demon name is Taydeus.
He's an upper-level demon who's lived for centuries
feeding off of strong women, draining their strength.
You can't go in there. I told you.
You aren't allowed...
Well, hello.
Sir? Are you...
Wearing a costume?
No, Cameron, I'm not wearing a costume.
Oh, come on, girls. He's awful.
Whoa. Right?
I can't hold him. He's too strong.
How do we get rid of him?
I-I have the spell here.
We're-we're supposed to call Harry. Harry!
Oh, dear.
Go. Heal him.
Hurry!
Timor tuus fortitude
tua feminae ultimum exitium.
The spell won't work unless you use the Power of Three.
Either accept your destiny or go back to your normal lives.
Right, but you said all magical
intervention reverses if we refuse.
You won't remember any of this, including meeting each other.
Okay. You know I'm in.
I want to know you guys
and figure out this whole witchcraft thing
on a molecular level and get a freaking
Nobel Prize, so yeah, me, too.
Oh. Maggie!
Okay, fine! I'm in! I'm in.
Hurry. You have to join hands.
I can't breathe.
Macy, use your power.
Draw your sisters to you.
I-I...
Timor tuus fortitude tua feminae ultimum exitium.
That's for killing our mother.
You think I killed her?
You poor, stupid girl.
Now...
It's begun.
- Is he...? - Dead?
Yes.
Why didn't he disappear, then?
Oh, no.
This must be the kind of demon where you have to do
one last thing to get him to disappear.
Crack the neck, remove the eyeballs,
eat the intestine.
Only kidding. Sometimes it just takes a minute.
What was that?
Don't worry. I'll wipe his memory.
No. Don't.
We have to. That's how it's done.
Mortals mustn't know.
Haven't you ever seen a superhero movie?
Let him tell people.
No one will believe another hysterical man.
True. It's a "he said, she said" situation.
Three shes, in fact.
So don't mess with us, Cam.
Go home and change your khakis.
- Are you sure I can stay here? - Yeah.
And we're sisters, so...
You don't have to be alone anymore,
even when you want to be
because I'm warning you now, Mel and I are a lot.
I found it.
Let's see if it works.
Mom?
Are you there?
"Don't." Don't what?
"Don't trust..."
"H-A-R-R..."
Harry?!
Ladies.
I'm right here.
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