Charmed (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - Witch Perfect - full transcript

Macy is eager to share the information she has learned with her sisters, but is thrown by their reaction to the news. To cheer herself up, Maggie decides to try out for an a capella group, ...

Previously on Charmed...

I found out who I really was.

And I caused the death of my only child.

He's still alive.

The Elders are only
looking out for themselves.

I trust you.

She was sequencing your DNA.

They don't share a father.

Maggie and I do.


You break it, you buy it, my friend.

Let me guess, art collector?

I wish.

Just a music teacher with
a soft spot for antiquities.

Is that a pitch pipe?

Believe so.

Washed up the coast a few months back.

I've never seen anything quite like it.

This must date back
at least 3,000 years.

Welcome to Greece.

I'll be right back.



Much better.

♪ I'm walking on sunshine ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ I'm walking on sunshine, whoa ♪

♪ And don't it feel good? ♪

Not that I am not loving
the morning soundtrack,

but don't you usually
confine your fantasies

of winning The Voice to the shower?

I'm kind of auditioning
for the Hilltones today.

The a cappella group? Good for you.

Yeah, I guess some people
dropped out after winter break,

and they have a big
show coming up, so...

- That's great.
- It was Harry's idea.

He thought I should do something
fun and life-affirming after...

Finding out your boyfriend's a demon

and you being tortured
in Hell's prison? Yeah.

♪ I'm walking
on sunshine, whoa. ♪

Oh, I hope Harry finds
something like that for himself.

He seems depressed or something, right?


Authentic English breakfast!

How extremely sweet.

Make sure you actually eat it this time.

Oh, you mustn't worry about me.

I'm recovering just fine.

I've got my reading.

Just taking a bit to
get my appetite back.

I heard you practicing

your audition piece out there. Sublime.

- Thank you, Harry.
- Hi.

Can I talk to you both? Downstairs?

Let's hope you're all
coming to your senses

and will allow me to
wipe Galvin's memory

as soon as I'm well.

I know firsthand how dangerous it can be

to let a human know the truth.

We've been over this, Harry.

Yeah, Macy trusts Galvin.

- So do we.
- Understood.

There's nothing more we
can do to save your son.


What am I looking at?


Yeah. This here is the chromatid,

and that right there is the centromere.

No offense, Mace, but
I kind of have a busy day.

Okay, uh...

I'm just... I'm trying
to work up the courage

to tell you both something.

Macy, just spit it
out, we're your sisters.


Yes. Okay.

Ray's not your father.

My dad's your real dad,
and-and so we're full sisters.

And you're only half.

Th... That's impossible.

I-It's not. Really.
It's-it's right here.

The test is 100% reproducible.

I checked it twice myself.

Not to mention DNA is about
as definitive as it gets.

It's what carries all of
our genetic information.

Where did the DNA even come from?

Dr. Julia and the lab stole it,

and I'm pretty sure Parker lied

about needing a transfusion from you.

Nice. Great job, Macy.

What? You told me to spit out the news.

I didn't know this was the news.

So now you're blaming me
for the nature of the news?

This can't be happening.
This is... not happening.

Oh, I know, but look at it like this,

this all must be connected.

Us not growing up together,
Mom giving me up,

this secret about my dad being your dad.

So, Maggie, I think you should call Ray

and find out if he knows
that he's not really

your dad, and it could help
us piece it all together.

Don't ask her to do that, after
all that she's been through.

Oh, stop using me against her.

You don't even know
how I feel about this.

See? You don't always
know what she wants.

Oh, my God, and neither do you.

Like I definitely did not want

to have this dropped on me

right before my audition and right after

I literally escaped from Hell.

Every man in my life betrays me.

Parker, Ray, the non-dad who
never showed up for Christmas

and now your dad, Macy...

The non-dad who never
even cared to meet me.

Well, I'm... You know,
we don't know the whole story.

We know Mom lied

about you and about Maggie's dad

and about us being witches.

So the whole story is that our

mother was a compulsive liar,

and we never really knew her at all.

Or... this is a huge clue

that could help illuminate why
Mom did things the way she did.

Just look on the bright side.

Stop trying to control
our reactions to this, Macy.

We can feel how we feel, okay?

Look, I'm sorry that I don't
know how to tell someone

their dad's not their dad.
I just... I thought

that Maggie would want to know.

And why Mom did what
she did is something

that I really want to figure out.

Our lives are not data you can

arrange so that it makes sense.

And now I'm late for work.

I'm late, too.


♪ Good night, ladies ♪

♪ Good night, ladies ♪

♪ We're going to leave you ♪

♪ Now ♪


Have fun out there.

♪ I used to think ♪

♪ Maybe you loved me ♪

♪ Now baby I'm sure ♪

♪ And I just can't wait for the day ♪

♪ When you knock on my door ♪

♪ I'm walking on sunshine ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ I'm walking on sunshine ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ And don't it feel good? ♪



Exactly the deep
emotion I'm looking for.

Welcome to The Hilltones.

With your help, we're going to kill it.

So what did they do?

I mean, they-they took it all out on me.

Yeah, apparently I
didn't deliver the news

in exactly the right way, like
there's some kind of rule book

for something like that, and now
I'm the world's worst sister.

Wait, so-so is that what they think,

or is that what you think?

Does it make a difference if it's true?

Sorry, Mace.

You know what? I'm fine.

More than fine. I'm... exhilarated

by the possibility of finding
some answers once and for all.

Is that why you're stress juicing?

No, no, no.

That's not what this is.
No, see, my sisters,

they don't want to face
the facts, but the truth

is still out there. So...

I'm doing a spell

to reveal hidden secrets.

"Full disclosure,

"drop the shield,

"all the secrets be revealed."

- Whoa!
- Whoa!

Macy, look out!

Oh, my God.

This is my dad's handwriting.

Your dad was writing to your mom?

These go back years.

My dad died that April.

My parents were in touch all along.



- Maggie?
- Oh!

What are you doing here?

I promise I'm not stalking you.

I didn't even know you were a Hilltone.

Look, if this is gonna be awkward, I...

I can just leave.

Are you all right?

I guess.

Is this about Parker?
I heard that you guys...

He's a monster and I never
want to see him again.

Oh. Well, I'm sorry.

And I'm not gonna stop
you from being here,

just as long as you don't
try and get that solo,

because it is all mine.


Delusional much, Lucy?

You are not gonna throw me
off my game, Effie.

Oh, I know.

♪ You can't be thrown off your game ♪

♪ If you don't have any ♪

♪ That solo is mine. ♪

- Hmm.
- Ah.

Unforch, the reality
check is that that betch,

she does get the solo every year.

But ya girl is about to change that.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.


In anticipation of our
upcoming performance,

I have brought you a little something

to ready your throats.

Uh, what is that?

My vocal coach has me on
a strict honey-lemon regimen.

Your vocal coach

sounds like a small town hack.

This is a soothing tea,

a proven formula.

Proven to whom?

Mr. Miranda has been
killing it fashion-wise

since his trip to Greece,

but he's also gotten a lot weirder.

Artists are eccentric.

And I have two words for you, Effie:

Kelly Clarkson.


Thank you.




Okay, so I-I didn't handle
the dad news very well,

I admit that.

I-It's fine. What are those?

They're letters between our parents.

They were in touch all along and
madly in love with each other.

I thought you might want
to read them with me.

In love for decades?

Behind Ray's back? I...

I mean, what, am I supposed
to be happy about that?

Well, none of this is
particularly happy about

any of this, but I just thought...

- What's going on?
- Nothing... much, just

asking Maggie about her singing thing.

Unlike our mother, Macy,
you're a terrible liar.

Fine, it's about my dad,

and I know you don't
want to hear about it.

Okay. Got to go.


I-I got to go, too.

Can we talk?

What's going on?


I found out our mom was lying to us

about some pretty big, non-witchy stuff.

And I thought we were close.

But were we really,
if I knew so little about her?

And it got me thinking,
I don't want to do the same

to the people that I like.

Like you.

And I'm fully prepared
for you to hate me

and never want to see me
again after I say this.


I was originally sent to
the Sarcana by the Elders,

to infiltrate you because
we all thought the Sarcana

killed our mother and...

But now I know that they didn't.

So there you have it.

The whole truth.

I was wondering when you
were gonna come clean.

It didn't take a genius to figure out

you probably had ulterior motives.

Besides, Maggie's not the only
witch that can read minds.

We have an empath, too.

So why not call me out on it, then?

Because I saw you had potential,

and I knew you'd come
to see things our way.

It was only a matter of time

before the Elders'
methods turned you off.

So, now that you know everything,

I want to know everything.

What exactly is it that you guys do?

If you're really ready,

why don't you tag along
with me tomorrow night,

see for yourself?

♪ I came to see him ♪

♪ To listen for a while ♪

♪ And there he was, this young boy ♪

♪ A stranger to my eyes ♪

♪ Strumming my pain with his fingers ♪

- ♪ Singing my life with his words... ♪
- Stop!

Stop! Stop.

Your histrionics are
ruining my arrangement.

Your arrangement is weird.

It's all... creepy.

No. No, no.

You don't understand.

Dissonant harmonies
capture powerful emotions.

They move audiences,

they, uh, transfix them.

She understands.

Your voice

reminds me of the
great potoo bird's call

before it pounces on a
bat and tears it apart.

Her emotion highlights the
poignancy of my arrangement

and draws the audience in.

They will surrender to the song,

and by the end,

they won't know what hit them.

Rather than distracting them

with subpar Aguilera circa 2001

vocal parkour.


follow Maggie's lead.

Back from the top.

I'll die before this
newbie steals my solo.

Can we just try a more upbeat version?

I really think it will
better showcase my talent...

I-I mean, our talent.

I am afraid I need to cut you.

Cut me? I'm the best singer you've got.

I don't know who you think you
are, talking to me like that.

Wait a minute. Of course.

You're a singer, you're all the same.

Always making it about you,

never following your director's lead.

Well, you know what they say.

Those who can't do, teach.

Look, I-I get it.

I know it's not all about
me, I-it's about the group.

No. It's not about the group.

It's about me.

Is it creepy that I think I know exactly

when Maggie was conceived?

- Oh, really?
- Mm-hmm.

They spent a weekend together,
New Year's Eve, 2000.

So he knew about Maggie.

He knew Marisol was a witch.

This is, this is just bombshell
after bombshell in here.

Yeah. But Maggie's still not interested?

My bombshells are landing about

as gently as actual bombs.

Oh, my Gosh.

Uh, oh. W-What... what, now?

No, he's describing my
tenth birthday party.

I remember that day
like it was yesterday.

And how much I wanted my mom there.

I guess, in some way, she was.

I was really lonely.

I didn't know I had sisters.

Maggie was a baby.
Mel would have been seven.

They could have been there.

Can you imagine that?

Yeah, well, they're here now.

I know. I know, but...

If my dad knew about Maggie,

I-if he knew about magic
and it-it didn't matter,

he loved Marisol regardless, then why?

Why couldn't we be together?

As a family.



Is Mr. Miranda's super sad arranging

bumming you out, too?

No, it's family drama.

I-I don't want to bore you.

Are you kidding?

I have a natural thirst
for family dramz.

I'm just in a really weird place
with my sisters right now.


I mean, I didn't even
invite them to the show.

And I just feel like I have all these

complicated relationships, and...

I just wish my life weren't
so messy, you know?

Oh, please. Messy is the new normal.

Like, remember Coco,
the CrossFit instructor

my dad left my mom for?

He understands me more
than either of my parents.

Which may be because
we're so close in age.

But so what? It works, you know?

Like Coco always says,

a hot mess is better
than no hotness at all.

Point bees, all families
are complicated.

Thanks, Lucy.

Warming up, ladies.

All right.

Wait, where's Effie?

Well, she has quit the group.

- What?
- I knew she didn't have it in her.

Then who's gonna sing the solo?


♪ Strumming my pain with his fingers ♪

♪ Singing my life... ♪

Sure, the solo is now yours, Lucy.

Thank you so much. From the top.

Wait, Effie really quit?

I mean, that just
doesn't sound like her.

The Hilltones are her life.

Well, some people simply
cannot handle the pressure.

But why now?

- She's always had the solo.
- Maggie, drop it.

I got the solo.

Thank you so much, Mr. Miranda.

- I'm gonna make you so proud.
- Excuse me!

This is an extremely valuable
and delicate antique.


It's so pretty. Can I see it?

- Help me!
- No!

Didn't you hear me?

This is extremely delicate.


Is everything all right?

Maggie has this concert tonight

and she didn't invite me,
which feels really weird.

I don't know, I just-I just think

that she needs some space right now.

I can be overbearing when
I mean to be protective.

I've always been her big sister.

Although now, we both have a big sister.

I get that.

I'm sorry. That sucks.

You know what?

Let's not talk about this right now.

We are here on a Sarcana mission.


Where is our mission, anyway?

Le douchebag in question
should be here any minute.

He's, like, your typical
entitled predator.

- Hmm.
- The sexual assault charges

got dismissed 'cause the judge didn't

want to ruin his "promising future."

That makes me sick.

These pervs, man.

They don't give up easily.

Except now we'll be here to stop them.

I'll be right back.


Hey. Glass of Pinot Gris.

Hi, Mel. I'm Niko.

I was hoping we could talk.

How do you know my name?

You work here, right?

I've seen you around.

I'm off tonight, but yes. Yeah.

Uh, and you, do you live in town?

Uh, let's just say I'm here on business.

- Here you are. Enjoy.
- Thank you.

So you work here

and you're... a student?

I was, but, uh,

I had to drop out for personal reasons.

- Hmm.
- How about you?

What do you do?

You could say I help people.

- Huh.
- Get them out of dangerous situations.

Like your friend Jada.

What do you know about Jada?

There are people who love her

who are really concerned for her safety.

They're worried she might be getting

involved with a dangerous group.

A cult. Would you know
anything about that?

Mel, I know I'm a complete stranger,

but you may also be at risk.

If Jada's trying to get you
to be a part of this group...

She's not.

And I'm fine.

If you hear or see anything strange,

if you ever feel unsafe...

Give me a call.


Douchebag at two o'clock.

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Who was that chick you were talking to?

She's nobody.

Maggie, we're here.

Magical pitch pipes.

Oh, no way. Yo, that is sick.

You see? This makes me
extremely nervous.

It's absolutely against protocol
for him to be involved in this.

- No offense, Galvin.
- I know, but we don't have time

to discuss that right now.
Look, it's here.

Oh, this matches the
photo you sent, Maggie.

The mystiki flauto.

According to legend,
it originally belonged

to the sirens of ancient Greece.

Oh, we read about them in World Lit.

They're the women who lured sailors

to their death through song.

And you're saying they're a real thing?

Apparently so.

Their favorite melody
was something called

"The Devil's Tritone."

Diminished fifth. Look, I know it.

You do?

I'm from New Orleans.

Got some jazz musicians
in my extended family.

Miranda is a siren and I think
he did something to Effie.

When I touched the pipe,
I heard her screams.

If sirens lure people
to their deaths... wait.

Is he trying to kill the
audience through a song?

But sirens are female, right?

Typically, but gender can
be fluid, as we have learned.

Maggie, we're on our way.

You two, grab hold.

Come on.


Oh, my powers...

- They're not working?
- No.

A consequence of my, uh,
time in Tartarus, no doubt.

Find a siren vanquishing spell

and text it to Maggie, quickly. Oh.

Hurry, the show's about to start.

So, what's the plan?

Just wait.

Disgusting. That guy's
about to drug that girl.

Not to worry.

Justice now,

consequences now.

It is so.

The hex, it worked.

What are you doing to my drink?

Um... Oops. I thought it was mine.

Oh, my God! This man
was trying to roofie me!

- I'm sorry, look.
- You're not going anywhere, bro.

Someone call the cops.

What are you doing, dude?

Oh, my...

Please welcome the Hilltones.

Maggie, what are you doing?

Get on stage.

"Your voice I vanquish,
your song I destroy,"

"killer of man, stealer of joy.
Die, siren!"

♪ Strumming my pain with his fingers ♪

How dare you, you little witch!

- ♪ Singing my life with his words ♪
- I know you're a siren.

Oh, please. I have more
talent in my little finger

than any silly siren
has in all of her body.

♪ Killing me softly... ♪

If it wasn't for The Maestro,

no one would even know what a siren is.

The Maestro?

What, like a conductor?

Bingo, cute little witch.

I am the director behind the sirens.

The Maestro behind the music.

I arrange all of their songs,

and they repay me by
stealing all of my glory.

But after tonight's concert,

everyone will know my name.

I'll pull the singers offstage.

You can't kill anyone
if there's no song.

It's too late. It's too late!

Hear that?

♪ So I came to see him... ♪

The song has begun.

If you stop it now,

they will all die.

Which means...

All of those souls are already mine.

And now the show must go on.

- Macy.
- What?

What happened with the
siren vanquishing spell?

He's not a siren. He turned
the Hilltones into his sirens.

He's The Maestro behind the music,

and apparently and he wants
all the demon glory for himself.

♪ With his song ♪

- ♪ Killing me softly... ♪
- What are we gonna do?

Galvin? No!

♪ With his song... ♪

The siren song's killing him.

- It's killing the audience, too.
- I told you.

I told you, the songs
are mine. The sirens were

just meat puppets for my music.

I guess we're immune
because we're witches.

He must have done something to protect

- the Hilltones so they could sing.
- The tea!

The tea we've been pounding all week.

- He said it was for our voices.
- Get some.

Okay, hold on.


Galvin, can you hear me?

I'm not leaving you.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

Sirens, sirens. They have
to be here somewhere.

Here's the tea.

Okay, it's not a lot,

but hopefully it works.

♪ With his words... ♪

♪ Softly with his song... ♪

♪ Killing me softly... ♪

I just had the most terrifying dream.

Wait, where's Miranda?

Up on the catwalk. I couldn't stop him.

We've got to save the audience.

Can we please stop that song?

Those sad and dissonant
harmonies are killing me.

Yes, that's it. The song
itself isn't killing people.

It's the arrangements and the
mournfulness of the singers

that's allowing him to do it.

Have you heard of infrasonic weapons?

Certain amplitudes and frequencies

can cause cavitation in the inner ear.

Like the sonic attack

- on our embassy in Cuba.
- Right. Now, if we're dealing

with the demonic version of that,

what if we can cancel out the frequency

using an inverted phase
of the original sound?

Just as long as we
keep the same amplitude.

- The same amplitude.
- Right.

One of you nerds, please translate.

- A mash-up.
- A mash-up.

You should have just led with that.

I've got this.

Let's take this up a notch.

You must get that pitch pipe.

On it.

♪ But he just kept right on ♪

♪ Strumming my pain with his fingers ♪

♪ Singing my life with his words ♪

♪ His words ♪

♪ Killing me softly with his song ♪

♪ Killing me softly ♪

♪ With his song ♪

♪ Telling my whole life ♪

♪ With his words ♪

♪ Killing me softly ♪

- ♪ Softly ♪
- ♪ With his song ♪

♪ With his song... ♪

Maggie mentioned hearing
the singer scream

when touching the pipe,
which got me thinking,

the oldest writings on the
sirens refer to an unnamed rival

who tried to usurp them,

until they trapped him in a Peripsych.

E-Even I don't understand that.

It's an object with the power
to extract a person's soul,

or in this case,
a demon's primordial form,

and bind it inside...
L-like a genie's lamp.

- Or a magical pitch pipe?
- Exactly.

S-So the missing singer is alive.

One assumes, trapped inside
the pipe, likely with the soul

of the original Mr. Miranda,
who may have had the misfortune

of accidentally releasing a demon.

So if our Maestro is this unnamed rival,

how do we vanquish him

so he doesn't do this again?

First, you'll need the Power
of Three to return The Maestro

to its primordial form.
I've contacted Mel, who should

be arriving there shortly.
I'll text you the words.

Then, you need to trap
it in the Peripsych

by activating its unique key.

If it were a genie's lamp,

you'd rub it three times...

But the pitch pipe,

- it needs to be played.
- The Devil's Tritone.

Thanks, Harry.

♪ Softly with his song. ♪

Ah... that was a hot mess, Maggie.

Emphasis on hot.

Come on. Come on, girl,

- take your bow.
- Maggie.

- Hello? Maggie.
- You know what? Let's keep going.

- Yeah.
- Now.

♪ I'm walking on sunshine ♪

- ♪ Whoa, oh-oh ♪
- Maggie?

♪ I'm walking on sunshine ♪

- ♪ Ooh... ♪
- ♪ Whoa, oh-oh ♪

- ♪ Ooh... ♪
- ♪ I'm walking on sunshine ♪

- ♪ Ooh... ♪
- ♪ Whoa, oh-oh ♪

♪ And don't it feel good ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do,
do, do-do, do, do-do ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do, do-do, do,
do-do, do-do-do-do-do ♪

♪ Do-do, do, do-do-do ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do, do-do, do... ♪

- Macy!
- Hey. We've got to find him.

You are not the first talentless hacks

to try to stop me, but
you will be the last.


Mel, now would be a really
good time to freeze time.


We need to use the Power of Three

- to release the demon from Mr. Miranda.
- Okay.

Tonde daimon amauroun,

hos tane psychane hairein.

It's not working!

Grab onto me.

Tonde daimon amauroun,

hos tane psychane hairein!

I know why The Power
of Three isn't working.

It's because we're
not working as sisters.

Sure we are.

No, we're pissed at
each other, aren't we?

Fine. I am so pissed at Mom lying

that I took it out on you, Macy,

- and I'm sorry, okay?
- Macy.



Tonde daimon amauroun,

hos tane psychane hairein!

Oh. Okay, fine. Me, too.

I guess I'm still a little
peeved that you both blamed me

for not handling the dad news perfectly.

And I am sorry if I said something

- that hurt you.
- Okay.

- Maggie?
- Oh, I unpacked with Lucy. I'm cool.


Tonde daimon amauroun,

hos tane psychane hairein!

We need to play The Devil's Tritone

to release the souls.

- Mel, restart time.
- Okay.

♪ Do-do-do, do-do, do... ♪


Look alive!

Play the Devil's Tritone.
Release the souls.

♪ Now, baby, I'm sure ♪

♪ Do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do... ♪

♪ When you knock on my door ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do, do-do,
do, do-do, do-do-do ♪

- ♪ Do-do-do, bah-be, be-do-be ♪
♪ I'm walking ♪

- ♪ On sunshine, whoa-oh ♪
- ♪ Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah ♪

♪ Do-do, do, do-do-do,
do-do-do-do, do-do, do ♪

♪ Do-do, do, do-do, do-do-do-do-do... ♪

Oh, no, they didn't.

This is some next level
All About Eve crap.

I knew they were all jealous of me,

but this is not cool, guys.

Not cool!

- ♪ Till the day when ♪
- ♪ Do-do-do, do-do, do ♪

- ♪ You know on my door
- ♪ Do-do-do, do-do... ♪

Yo, did... did I just
vanquish my first demon?


Where...? Where am I?

What happened?

You're just a little jet lagged.

Your trip to Greece really
did a number on you.

Come on. You're just
in time to take a bow.

Niko looked good. Happy, even.

- She didn't recognize you at all?
- No.

It reminded me that sometimes
we lie to protect people,

and that doesn't mean
that we don't love them.

I'm choosing to believe
that that's what Mom did.

Hey, so, Macy...

Those letters.

I think I'm finally ready to read them

if you'd still, you know,
share them with me.

Yes. They're up in Mom's room.

Do you want to come?

I had you to myself for 18 years.

You guys should do this on your own.

And besides, there's something
else that I need to do.

Thank you.

- Yeah.
- Come.


I have to tell you.

The woman from the bar...
I think she's a PI

who was hired to track you down.

She thinks you're in a cult?

That must be my parents.

Thanks for telling me that.

That's not the whole truth
I'm here to tell you, though.

That woman from the bar...
She's not nobody.

She's my ex.

The PI is your ex?

She wasn't a PI when I knew her.

Well, we've all got a past.

I got your message.

Hey, what's wrong?

Oh, this past week,

I've been...

Distracted from my work.

Oh, God, did I make a mistake

telling you about your son?

No. No. I've been writing down
every last detail I can recall

from those memories
while they're still fresh.

Anything that might help
me one day find him.

Those are natural feelings
for a parent to have, hmm?

But you know your commitment...

- It has to be...
- To the Charmed Ones.

Yes, I know.


Not the man I was before Tartarus.

And the slate's no longer
clean, you might say.

The fact is,

I'm not sure I can be
their Whitelighter anymore.

They should be in safer hands.

But I know how much you love them.

Which is why the only
responsible thing to do...

Is to leave.

Well, if you really

do feel that way, then...

You need to tell them.


You've always said
they're the closest thing

to family you've ever had.

Until now.


Oh, my God, did you see this?

Only Macy Vaughn's father
could pull off the phrase

"carnal cohabitation" in a love letter.

Man, he was not the
most expressive of men,

but he was a good father in his own way.

Oh, my...

I really wish I could have known him.

He would have had his
hands full with you.

Excuse me!

The hugging, the crying,

the spontaneous dance parties.

No one can resist my
spontaneous dance parties.

Yeah, Dexter Vaughn could have.

Oh, yeah, I would have won him over.

You definitely would have.

What is it?

"I don't regret what we
did, not for a minute,

"but every time I look
at Macy, I'm reminded

"that one day, she will learn the truth.

"And when she finds
out what we did to...

"bring her... back from the dead..."

"I'm afraid she'll
never forgive us."