Charmed (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 15 - Third Time's the Charm - full transcript
The Charmed Ones must face their worst fears in order to reclaim the power of three.
Charmed...
Whoever has the talisman
controls my fate.
The Power of Three has come
to sisters of great promise.
It always ends the same...
The destruction
of the sisterhood.
Restitue potentiam trium.
It's Abigael. When she
stripped Macy's demon powers
she did something to block us.
It's not me.
Which means...
the Power of Three
problem is you.
I guess the sisterhood
has some issues
to work out.
Not a moment too soon.
Sorry. Ruby's messing
with my circadian rhythms.
Is that what the kids
are calling it these days?
Stop.
It's the soccer obsession.
We were up at 2:00 a.m.
watching some Australian match.
Are you with us, Mags?
Yeah.
No. I can't stop thinking
about what Abby said.
The Power of Three.
That the problem
is... us.
Who gives a damn what Abby says?
It's not a problem.
It's a journey.
It's our destiny to get it back.
Our destiny is our own.
That's what the Guardian said.
And I'm tired of letting others
dictate what we do and don't do.
Plus, we already have
kick-ass powers.
That is true.
Why risk
the destruction
of the sisterhood
if we don't have to?
"A man must spend his life
"only to leave such traces
upon earth
as smoke leaves in the air..."
Dante.
Very apt.
And very frustrating.
Harry, are you crafting?
I'm trying to make a duplicate
talisman, and failing.
Epically.
Now, the darklighter's in there,
along with many of the answers
to our most pressing questions,
like who's running
that Faction of zealots,
and how did they create
that monster?
Harry, I thought we agreed to
keep this genie in the bottle.
While he's in there,
you're safer.
We're all safer.
If he's out and gets killed,
so do you.
It's too much of a risk.
The greater risk,
I fear, is that
something terrible happens
and we could have prevented it
if only we'd known
what he knows.
Ah.
Portland.
Let's go.
That's Bruce.
The guy from the zombie rave.
And he's got a witch here.
Somewhere.
Good morning.
Or at least it was.
You.
I wouldn't do that, Bruce.
Who's gonna stop me?
I am.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
How did you...
do that?
Do what?
Where is she?
The woman you kidnapped.
You don't know what
you're up against.
Which is why
you're gonna tell us.
All right. But I believe
in showing, not telling.
I see you brought a friend.
Why is his friend
shrieking like a Kyon?
Let's not wait to find out.
Huh?
A little help here?
Seriously?
You idiot.
What have you done?
Ah...
That "Manster"
had demon powers.
They've created monsters
they can control.
Weaponized green goo
and God knows what else.
And we have no idea
how to stop them.
That's it.
That's all that's left of Bruce.
Rest in peace, asshat.
Well, he was a bad guy, but...
he was still human.
Who tried to kill us.
Well, if we're fighting humans,
are we prepared
to kill them, too?
There's someone in there.
Something.
Uh, ready?
Oh, my God.
Oh! Oh, please get
this damn thing off me.
Who-who the hell are you?
We're, uh, we're here to help.
Are you all right?
Oh, well...
well, I've just been hogtied
and...
gagged in the back of a trunk...
I've been better.
Are you a...
A what?
Shh. Listen.
Major diesel engines.
Bad guy cavalry?
Now.
We can't leave her.
Sorry.
What?
Security precaution.
What's this?
Or should I say, who?
Welcome back, Elder Celeste.
Elder?
Celeste.
I'm...
home.
The Elders are dead.
So I heard.
Then how did you
manage to survive?
Well, I walked away
from all this a long time ago.
Revela daemonem inimicum.
That's how you put it
in demon-spotting mode.
Wow.
That is useful.
And... and that?
The watch?
Just a little invention
I came up with
a few hundred years ago.
It stops time.
Or should I say,
time.
It slows aging.
Leo and I worked on it together
in the 1500s.
Leo, as in...?
Da Vinci. You've heard
of him, I presume?
Y-Y-Yes.
He provided me cover
during the Inquisition.
He also took credit
for some of my greatest work.
Big ego, that one.
He helped me build
this stopwatch.
Unfortunately,
it doesn't work on humans.
Probably for the best.
That's incredible.
Yes, it certainly is.
Hmm.
Quite a lot of demon activity
up here
in the Pacific Northwest.
If I were you...
Mm.
Actually... it's
none of my business.
I'm done with all this.
Or at least I was
until that goon
- threw me in the trunk.
- Hold on.
Celeste.
I think we've met
somewhere before.
I don't think so.
Harry?
It was you.
You did this to me.
You made Whitelighters,
didn't you?
Answer me.
Yes.
Harry, where are you going?
Anywhere she isn't.
That woman's a monster.
My own personal
Dr. Frankenstein.
She needs to go before I
do something I'll regret.
I know this is hard for you...
but she could be a real asset
to us.
We need to know
everything she knows...
about the Faction,
the command center,
maybe even the darklighter.
I understand that.
It's just, I'm not accustomed
to these feelings.
What feelings?
Rage.
Ad cottidianum.
So you're saying you
created Whitelighters
after Salem to protect witches?
Noble intentions gone awry.
I regret the pain
that it caused.
This can't be a coincidence!
The people who kidnapped you,
they're transferring magic
into resurrected dead bodies.
Just like you did
with Whitelighters.
The Faction.
They were looking for you
specifically, but why?
Damn it.
They must've found it.
My how-to manual.
Uh, how to...
what?
Transfer magic.
This codex contains
all my research.
I made a copy,
as any good scientist did
before there were computers.
And I hid it, but
somehow they managed
to get their hands on it.
Hid it... where?
The Castle Breithe.
But they would need
a powerful magical creature
to help them break this code.
Powerful like a darklighter?
They have a darklighter?
Had.
We...
kind of stole him back.
That book references me,
the author,
as being timeless.
Some expert detective work
by the Faction
tracked me
to my vineyard in Sonoma.
But not to worry.
Whatever those humans cook up,
they are no match
for the Power of Three.
Oh, yeah, we kind of
don't have it anymore.
Uh, uh...
power stripping as you
came through the portal?
Right.
Have you...
Talked to the Guardian?
Yes.
And you still
didn't get it back?
Mm-mm.
All right, no problem.
I can help.
No.
What do you mean "no"?
We don't need it.
Or want it.
Ah.
She told you about
the "destruction
of the sisterhood."
But if human beings
acquire magic
for their own gains,
we are in for
an epic battle, ladies.
And the Power of Three
may be the only thing
that can save us.
We can't get it back.
We tried.
That was before you met me.
Somnium
unum, formidines tuas
opponere, somnium...
Wait, no.
No.
She said wait.
I know this is a bizarre
concept to you Elders,
but no means no!
Sacrifice is part
of the job description.
That the same job you walked
away from when it got too tough?
Harry was right about you.
Harry?
Harry?
Harry?
Macy?
I'm sorry.
You were right.
She is a monster.
Who's here?
Come here.
What-what's going on?
We weren't expecting you.
Now, no more spinning.
Remember what Mummy told you?
If you get sick to your tummies,
I get all your cake!
No!
Yes, and your ice cream, too!
No!
What-what the hell's going on?
You're pretty... who are you?
This is Macy.
Mummy and Daddy's friend
from a long time ago.
I can't believe it, you're here!
Macy.
What's going on?
Oh, we're-we're getting ready
for their anniversary party.
Isn't that why you're here?
I invited you.
She invites you every year,
and you send your regrets.
It's kind of a fun
tradition at this point.
Mmm... it's perfect!
As usual.
Thanks, luv.
Macy?
Ma...
Maggie, Mel?
Can I speak to you?
It's Celeste.
She did something to us.
Some sort of spell.
Celeste?
Uh, yeah, the,
the Elder who created
Whitelighters.
Locked in Bruce's trunk?
Uh... Macy,
sometimes it's hard to accept
that things have changed.
You went off
to work with Julian,
and we were happy for you.
We were.
It was your dream, but
we needed another sister
for the Power of Three.
What?
Not your sister.
She-she can't just
sub in for me.
She's a demon.
She stripped her demon powers.
She's one of us now.
You made your choice.
We moved on.
No.
No. This is not real.
They're ready! Harry?
Harry!
This is not real.
Celeste did something to us.
You were right about her.
She's doing some
crazy experiment.
Maybe temporal displacement.
Macy, listen...
Daddy!
Yeah? Scone, please!
With clotted cream!
Of course.
Oh, boop.
Not real.
I can prove it.
My journal.
I keep track of everything.
Oh.
I hope you don't mind
what we've done with the place.
No. I-I don't mind.
Because it's not real.
Don't you think it's time
you accepted reality, Macy?
I mean, you got what you wanted.
I, um, I'm sorry your marriage
to Julian didn't work out.
But your career flourished.
You won awards.
And you never wanted
all of this anyway.
No, here's
what I think happened.
An Elder witch created this...
obscene reality for...
obscure and infuriating
Elder reasons unknown,
but I intend to figure it out.
Macy?
I'm sorry.
Mags, Mel and I just
want you to be happy.
You know what is funny?
No matter what the reality,
you are always the devil.
Nothing will ever change my mind
about that.
I thought you stripped
your demon side.
You think I'd ever do something
that stupid?
Like you?
There she is.
Same old Abigael.
Kicking your ass is gonna be
my very best
anniversary present.
We'll see about that.
Happy anniversary.
Bitch.
Harry, help!
She's gone mad!
Macy, no...
No. No!
Maggie?!
What have you done?!
You killed my sister!
I killed my sister?
Harry, Harry, heal her.
Heal her, please.
It's too late.
Oh...
Oh, God, no.
Oh, oh...
Please...
Please, somebody wake me up
from this nightmare!
Macy, thank God.
Are you all right?
Yeah, I just...
I had the craziest dream.
Harry and Abigael were...
married.
That is crazy.
Well, then,
the worst part was...
What?
Um...
Where-Where's Celeste?
We asked her to leave
after she put that spell on you.
And that's when you fell asleep.
She's gone?
And you didn't get
any more information out of her?
She can tell us
how they're transferring magic.
- We need her.
- No.
We will figure this out
ourselves.
We have her codex.
Harry will help us translate it.
Right, Mags?
Maggie?
The creature
from the waterfront.
It's here in the building.
Really?
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
Jordan?
Jordan, we need
to evacuate the building now.
Oh. Are the monsters
attacking again?
Yes.
Okay.
Come with me. Quick.
Come on.
We can build a fort...
to keep the monsters out.
What? Come on.
Why are you treating me
like a child?
What is happening?
Celeste... she put
a spell on me,
just like she did Macy.
None of this is real.
Look,
I can't play your games anymore.
I'm sorry, Maggie.
You're on your own.
What?
Jordan, don't bail on me.
Isn't that what we men do?
Oh, this isn't real.
Mel.
The monster... it's here.
Celeste... she did something
to me, like she did to Macy.
Maggie, you're acting out.
You need to go to your room.
Mel, do you see me
as a little girl?
Maggie, sweetie.
Okay. I'm guessing
that's a "yes."
Mel, look out!
Oh, no. Oh, no, no.
Oh, my God.
Mel?
Mel.
Why didn't you listen to me?
Maggie... what did you do?
I didn't do anything.
It was the monster.
What monster?
It was right there.
She's dead.
No.
Oh, no, no.
No, Macy, listen.
She's not dead.
This is a dream,
or-or a spell or something.
It's the same thing
that happened to you.
We're in a dream together?
I killed you in my dream.
Then I got Mel killed.
How the hell do we wake up
from this nightmare?
Somnium unum,
formidines tuas opponere.
Help.
Somnium unum,
formidines tuas opponere.
Please, help us.
Somnium unum,
formidines tuas opponere.
Somnium unum,
formidines tuas opponere.
What are you doing?
What needs to be done.
Help.
Wake them up... now!
Somnium unum,
formidines tuas opponere.
Somnium unum,
formidines tuas opponere.
What the...?
Where...?
Go back to your room.
Macy? Mags?
Help!
Somnium unum, formidines
Stop.
Let me explain.
Explain.
Whitelighters are supposed
to protect all witches,
as you know.
Mm.
Now, I've been
through quite a journey
since the day you made me,
and I'd happily end your life
in the blink of an eye
to protect them.
It was just a basic
dreamcasting spell.
I was trying to get them
to face their fears,
to accept the Power of Three,
but...
I may have miscalculated.
How?
They should have
woken up by now.
The dreamer always wakes
when they die,
but they haven't.
You fool,
their worst fear isn't dying.
It's losing one another.
They're too connected.
They won't leave each other,
even in their dream state.
Macy, wake up. Wake up.
Maggie? Maggie?
Mel? Mel,
wake up.
Two of them have already
died in their dreams.
If all three do...
What happens?
They won't wake up. Ever.
No, no, no, no.
You and your damn experiments.
No accountability
for the consequences.
Enough.
You need to get me
inside their dreams.
Do it!
Somnium unum,
formidines te liberare.
Mel! Wake up!
Let's not do this the hard way.
No. Please.
Mel!
Melanie!
No. No.
Oh. Oh.
Mel!
Wake up!
Thank God. I was afraid
I'd never find you.
I don't know how
I got into that cell.
And there's other witches here.
I know.
And I thought I...
I heard Harry's voice.
Mel, we have to get
you out of here now.
Maggie and Macy are waiting
for us. Maggie and Macy are here?
Take me to them.
Get back in your cell.
That way. Go.
Okay. I'll hold them off.
Please? For your sisters.
Mel?
No, no, no. Go back! Go! Go!
Oh, my God.
Stay away! It's a trap!
Mel!
Told you your sisters
were waiting for you.
What?
What... is happening, Jordan?
Name's Lawrence.
Lawrence Mortimer Chase.
The Witchfinder General.
Mel, none of this is real!
It's some sort of simulation.
It always ends...
In death.
I will not
let you kill my sisters
or any of those other witches.
You can't protect them.
When are you going to realize
you can't save the world?
Harry?
Mel.
We can't let Macy die
in this dreamscape.
Otherwise,
you'll all die for real.
We need to get out of here now!
Right there.
Come on.
Catch me.
Ooh.
Come on.
No.
No! Wait!
If Macy can't die, then
we have to sacrifice
one of ourselves.
I will.
No.
Mel, let me do it.
No, I'm the Whitelighter.
It should be me.
What if this is not a dream?
I can't let any of you do that.
No.
It's okay.
If this is real,
there's no way I'd rather go. Same.
Have it your way... witches.
Oh, my God.
That was the worst dream.
It really was.
You all saved me.
And I...
well, I killed you,
Maggie, in my dream.
Well, I got Mel killed.
It was...
Your worst nightmares.
Courtesy of Celeste.
Celeste.
Where the hell is she?
Trouble in Portland again.
Wait, this is
how it all started.
How can we be sure
we're not still in a dream?
Well, there's only
one way to find out.
Harry, find Celeste
before she gets away for good.
Back to the scene of the crime.
But is it real?
Sure sounds real.
This poor witch.
Just a scratch killed her.
We have to take
that monster down,
one way or another.
Agreed. But how?
It could be anywhere.
Mel! Run!
Screw taking him out.
We have to portal
out of here pronto.
Here.
Oh, no.
Was in my jacket pocket.
We could call Harry.
He could orb us
to safety. Or...
We can't run away.
We have to face it.
If not us, then who?
We're all gonna die.
Someday. Somehow.
That's not what matters.
It's not about how we die.
It's about how we live.
Sacrifice... this...
is our destiny.
Fear can't define us.
Time to take the power back.
Potentia Trium.
Potentia Trium.
Potentia Trium.
Behind us.
Three, two...
one.
Potentia Trium!
That was, that was
pretty intense.
We just Power of Three'd
his ass.
We're back!
Yeah.
We're back!
We're back.
We're back!
Yeah! We are back.
What did you do to us?
Since when did we start serving
tea to evil people?
H-Harry, what are you doing?
Forgiving her.
For warping our realities
and making us feel insane?
No.
For what she did to me...
in the name of trying
to protect witches.
I wasn't trying to force
the Power of Three on you.
I just hoped my spell
would help you avoid
the real danger.
And what's that?
Fear.
I didn't want it
to dictate your choices.
Like it did with us.
Fear is a powerful North Star.
A long time ago,
we witches lived in a
perpetual state of it.
After Salem.
It caused us to make some
decisions that were morally...
questionable.
Some of which can't
be forgiven...
or forgotten.
But the magical kingdom
is facing
its greatest threat yet.
Humans.
And they're pretty good
at destroying things,
as we know.
You were right.
We were afraid.
But we aren't anymore.
Greatness requires sacrifice.
We may not always
be on the same page, but...
we're prepared
for whatever comes.
Stronger together.
Our differences
are our strengths.
I don't know what the
Faction is planning,
but I'm here to help.
In whatever way you need.
Thank you, Celeste.
But we've got this.
Yes, you do.
Now the question is,
how do we keep you safe?
The Faction still wants
what's in there.
Well, if they grab me again,
I'll just smash this.
And whatever's in this head
will be just a handful of dust.
You'd do that?
Ladies... these humans
are on the verge
of claiming magic
for themselves.
And that could mean
the end for everyone.
It's time for me to go.
I hear Mykonos is nice
this time of year.
I am definitely
sleeping in tomorrow.
Everything feels so normal.
It's hard to believe
that things could go wrong.
Or that we're sitting
on a porch where we're
invisible to the entire world.
Oh, I...
got us something.
When did you have time to shop?
It's from the warehouse.
It's not exactly Tiffany's,
but I wanted us to remember
the moment
we got the Power back.
How that was
a choice we all made.
Together.
No matter what happens...
we started this together.
And we'll see it
through together...
no matter what happens.
Para siempre.
Now, who wants to take
these new powers
for a test drive?
Hell yeah.
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Whoever has the talisman
controls my fate.
The Power of Three has come
to sisters of great promise.
It always ends the same...
The destruction
of the sisterhood.
Restitue potentiam trium.
It's Abigael. When she
stripped Macy's demon powers
she did something to block us.
It's not me.
Which means...
the Power of Three
problem is you.
I guess the sisterhood
has some issues
to work out.
Not a moment too soon.
Sorry. Ruby's messing
with my circadian rhythms.
Is that what the kids
are calling it these days?
Stop.
It's the soccer obsession.
We were up at 2:00 a.m.
watching some Australian match.
Are you with us, Mags?
Yeah.
No. I can't stop thinking
about what Abby said.
The Power of Three.
That the problem
is... us.
Who gives a damn what Abby says?
It's not a problem.
It's a journey.
It's our destiny to get it back.
Our destiny is our own.
That's what the Guardian said.
And I'm tired of letting others
dictate what we do and don't do.
Plus, we already have
kick-ass powers.
That is true.
Why risk
the destruction
of the sisterhood
if we don't have to?
"A man must spend his life
"only to leave such traces
upon earth
as smoke leaves in the air..."
Dante.
Very apt.
And very frustrating.
Harry, are you crafting?
I'm trying to make a duplicate
talisman, and failing.
Epically.
Now, the darklighter's in there,
along with many of the answers
to our most pressing questions,
like who's running
that Faction of zealots,
and how did they create
that monster?
Harry, I thought we agreed to
keep this genie in the bottle.
While he's in there,
you're safer.
We're all safer.
If he's out and gets killed,
so do you.
It's too much of a risk.
The greater risk,
I fear, is that
something terrible happens
and we could have prevented it
if only we'd known
what he knows.
Ah.
Portland.
Let's go.
That's Bruce.
The guy from the zombie rave.
And he's got a witch here.
Somewhere.
Good morning.
Or at least it was.
You.
I wouldn't do that, Bruce.
Who's gonna stop me?
I am.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
How did you...
do that?
Do what?
Where is she?
The woman you kidnapped.
You don't know what
you're up against.
Which is why
you're gonna tell us.
All right. But I believe
in showing, not telling.
I see you brought a friend.
Why is his friend
shrieking like a Kyon?
Let's not wait to find out.
Huh?
A little help here?
Seriously?
You idiot.
What have you done?
Ah...
That "Manster"
had demon powers.
They've created monsters
they can control.
Weaponized green goo
and God knows what else.
And we have no idea
how to stop them.
That's it.
That's all that's left of Bruce.
Rest in peace, asshat.
Well, he was a bad guy, but...
he was still human.
Who tried to kill us.
Well, if we're fighting humans,
are we prepared
to kill them, too?
There's someone in there.
Something.
Uh, ready?
Oh, my God.
Oh! Oh, please get
this damn thing off me.
Who-who the hell are you?
We're, uh, we're here to help.
Are you all right?
Oh, well...
well, I've just been hogtied
and...
gagged in the back of a trunk...
I've been better.
Are you a...
A what?
Shh. Listen.
Major diesel engines.
Bad guy cavalry?
Now.
We can't leave her.
Sorry.
What?
Security precaution.
What's this?
Or should I say, who?
Welcome back, Elder Celeste.
Elder?
Celeste.
I'm...
home.
The Elders are dead.
So I heard.
Then how did you
manage to survive?
Well, I walked away
from all this a long time ago.
Revela daemonem inimicum.
That's how you put it
in demon-spotting mode.
Wow.
That is useful.
And... and that?
The watch?
Just a little invention
I came up with
a few hundred years ago.
It stops time.
Or should I say,
time.
It slows aging.
Leo and I worked on it together
in the 1500s.
Leo, as in...?
Da Vinci. You've heard
of him, I presume?
Y-Y-Yes.
He provided me cover
during the Inquisition.
He also took credit
for some of my greatest work.
Big ego, that one.
He helped me build
this stopwatch.
Unfortunately,
it doesn't work on humans.
Probably for the best.
That's incredible.
Yes, it certainly is.
Hmm.
Quite a lot of demon activity
up here
in the Pacific Northwest.
If I were you...
Mm.
Actually... it's
none of my business.
I'm done with all this.
Or at least I was
until that goon
- threw me in the trunk.
- Hold on.
Celeste.
I think we've met
somewhere before.
I don't think so.
Harry?
It was you.
You did this to me.
You made Whitelighters,
didn't you?
Answer me.
Yes.
Harry, where are you going?
Anywhere she isn't.
That woman's a monster.
My own personal
Dr. Frankenstein.
She needs to go before I
do something I'll regret.
I know this is hard for you...
but she could be a real asset
to us.
We need to know
everything she knows...
about the Faction,
the command center,
maybe even the darklighter.
I understand that.
It's just, I'm not accustomed
to these feelings.
What feelings?
Rage.
Ad cottidianum.
So you're saying you
created Whitelighters
after Salem to protect witches?
Noble intentions gone awry.
I regret the pain
that it caused.
This can't be a coincidence!
The people who kidnapped you,
they're transferring magic
into resurrected dead bodies.
Just like you did
with Whitelighters.
The Faction.
They were looking for you
specifically, but why?
Damn it.
They must've found it.
My how-to manual.
Uh, how to...
what?
Transfer magic.
This codex contains
all my research.
I made a copy,
as any good scientist did
before there were computers.
And I hid it, but
somehow they managed
to get their hands on it.
Hid it... where?
The Castle Breithe.
But they would need
a powerful magical creature
to help them break this code.
Powerful like a darklighter?
They have a darklighter?
Had.
We...
kind of stole him back.
That book references me,
the author,
as being timeless.
Some expert detective work
by the Faction
tracked me
to my vineyard in Sonoma.
But not to worry.
Whatever those humans cook up,
they are no match
for the Power of Three.
Oh, yeah, we kind of
don't have it anymore.
Uh, uh...
power stripping as you
came through the portal?
Right.
Have you...
Talked to the Guardian?
Yes.
And you still
didn't get it back?
Mm-mm.
All right, no problem.
I can help.
No.
What do you mean "no"?
We don't need it.
Or want it.
Ah.
She told you about
the "destruction
of the sisterhood."
But if human beings
acquire magic
for their own gains,
we are in for
an epic battle, ladies.
And the Power of Three
may be the only thing
that can save us.
We can't get it back.
We tried.
That was before you met me.
Somnium
unum, formidines tuas
opponere, somnium...
Wait, no.
No.
She said wait.
I know this is a bizarre
concept to you Elders,
but no means no!
Sacrifice is part
of the job description.
That the same job you walked
away from when it got too tough?
Harry was right about you.
Harry?
Harry?
Harry?
Macy?
I'm sorry.
You were right.
She is a monster.
Who's here?
Come here.
What-what's going on?
We weren't expecting you.
Now, no more spinning.
Remember what Mummy told you?
If you get sick to your tummies,
I get all your cake!
No!
Yes, and your ice cream, too!
No!
What-what the hell's going on?
You're pretty... who are you?
This is Macy.
Mummy and Daddy's friend
from a long time ago.
I can't believe it, you're here!
Macy.
What's going on?
Oh, we're-we're getting ready
for their anniversary party.
Isn't that why you're here?
I invited you.
She invites you every year,
and you send your regrets.
It's kind of a fun
tradition at this point.
Mmm... it's perfect!
As usual.
Thanks, luv.
Macy?
Ma...
Maggie, Mel?
Can I speak to you?
It's Celeste.
She did something to us.
Some sort of spell.
Celeste?
Uh, yeah, the,
the Elder who created
Whitelighters.
Locked in Bruce's trunk?
Uh... Macy,
sometimes it's hard to accept
that things have changed.
You went off
to work with Julian,
and we were happy for you.
We were.
It was your dream, but
we needed another sister
for the Power of Three.
What?
Not your sister.
She-she can't just
sub in for me.
She's a demon.
She stripped her demon powers.
She's one of us now.
You made your choice.
We moved on.
No.
No. This is not real.
They're ready! Harry?
Harry!
This is not real.
Celeste did something to us.
You were right about her.
She's doing some
crazy experiment.
Maybe temporal displacement.
Macy, listen...
Daddy!
Yeah? Scone, please!
With clotted cream!
Of course.
Oh, boop.
Not real.
I can prove it.
My journal.
I keep track of everything.
Oh.
I hope you don't mind
what we've done with the place.
No. I-I don't mind.
Because it's not real.
Don't you think it's time
you accepted reality, Macy?
I mean, you got what you wanted.
I, um, I'm sorry your marriage
to Julian didn't work out.
But your career flourished.
You won awards.
And you never wanted
all of this anyway.
No, here's
what I think happened.
An Elder witch created this...
obscene reality for...
obscure and infuriating
Elder reasons unknown,
but I intend to figure it out.
Macy?
I'm sorry.
Mags, Mel and I just
want you to be happy.
You know what is funny?
No matter what the reality,
you are always the devil.
Nothing will ever change my mind
about that.
I thought you stripped
your demon side.
You think I'd ever do something
that stupid?
Like you?
There she is.
Same old Abigael.
Kicking your ass is gonna be
my very best
anniversary present.
We'll see about that.
Happy anniversary.
Bitch.
Harry, help!
She's gone mad!
Macy, no...
No. No!
Maggie?!
What have you done?!
You killed my sister!
I killed my sister?
Harry, Harry, heal her.
Heal her, please.
It's too late.
Oh...
Oh, God, no.
Oh, oh...
Please...
Please, somebody wake me up
from this nightmare!
Macy, thank God.
Are you all right?
Yeah, I just...
I had the craziest dream.
Harry and Abigael were...
married.
That is crazy.
Well, then,
the worst part was...
What?
Um...
Where-Where's Celeste?
We asked her to leave
after she put that spell on you.
And that's when you fell asleep.
She's gone?
And you didn't get
any more information out of her?
She can tell us
how they're transferring magic.
- We need her.
- No.
We will figure this out
ourselves.
We have her codex.
Harry will help us translate it.
Right, Mags?
Maggie?
The creature
from the waterfront.
It's here in the building.
Really?
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
Jordan?
Jordan, we need
to evacuate the building now.
Oh. Are the monsters
attacking again?
Yes.
Okay.
Come with me. Quick.
Come on.
We can build a fort...
to keep the monsters out.
What? Come on.
Why are you treating me
like a child?
What is happening?
Celeste... she put
a spell on me,
just like she did Macy.
None of this is real.
Look,
I can't play your games anymore.
I'm sorry, Maggie.
You're on your own.
What?
Jordan, don't bail on me.
Isn't that what we men do?
Oh, this isn't real.
Mel.
The monster... it's here.
Celeste... she did something
to me, like she did to Macy.
Maggie, you're acting out.
You need to go to your room.
Mel, do you see me
as a little girl?
Maggie, sweetie.
Okay. I'm guessing
that's a "yes."
Mel, look out!
Oh, no. Oh, no, no.
Oh, my God.
Mel?
Mel.
Why didn't you listen to me?
Maggie... what did you do?
I didn't do anything.
It was the monster.
What monster?
It was right there.
She's dead.
No.
Oh, no, no.
No, Macy, listen.
She's not dead.
This is a dream,
or-or a spell or something.
It's the same thing
that happened to you.
We're in a dream together?
I killed you in my dream.
Then I got Mel killed.
How the hell do we wake up
from this nightmare?
Somnium unum,
formidines tuas opponere.
Help.
Somnium unum,
formidines tuas opponere.
Please, help us.
Somnium unum,
formidines tuas opponere.
Somnium unum,
formidines tuas opponere.
What are you doing?
What needs to be done.
Help.
Wake them up... now!
Somnium unum,
formidines tuas opponere.
Somnium unum,
formidines tuas opponere.
What the...?
Where...?
Go back to your room.
Macy? Mags?
Help!
Somnium unum, formidines
Stop.
Let me explain.
Explain.
Whitelighters are supposed
to protect all witches,
as you know.
Mm.
Now, I've been
through quite a journey
since the day you made me,
and I'd happily end your life
in the blink of an eye
to protect them.
It was just a basic
dreamcasting spell.
I was trying to get them
to face their fears,
to accept the Power of Three,
but...
I may have miscalculated.
How?
They should have
woken up by now.
The dreamer always wakes
when they die,
but they haven't.
You fool,
their worst fear isn't dying.
It's losing one another.
They're too connected.
They won't leave each other,
even in their dream state.
Macy, wake up. Wake up.
Maggie? Maggie?
Mel? Mel,
wake up.
Two of them have already
died in their dreams.
If all three do...
What happens?
They won't wake up. Ever.
No, no, no, no.
You and your damn experiments.
No accountability
for the consequences.
Enough.
You need to get me
inside their dreams.
Do it!
Somnium unum,
formidines te liberare.
Mel! Wake up!
Let's not do this the hard way.
No. Please.
Mel!
Melanie!
No. No.
Oh. Oh.
Mel!
Wake up!
Thank God. I was afraid
I'd never find you.
I don't know how
I got into that cell.
And there's other witches here.
I know.
And I thought I...
I heard Harry's voice.
Mel, we have to get
you out of here now.
Maggie and Macy are waiting
for us. Maggie and Macy are here?
Take me to them.
Get back in your cell.
That way. Go.
Okay. I'll hold them off.
Please? For your sisters.
Mel?
No, no, no. Go back! Go! Go!
Oh, my God.
Stay away! It's a trap!
Mel!
Told you your sisters
were waiting for you.
What?
What... is happening, Jordan?
Name's Lawrence.
Lawrence Mortimer Chase.
The Witchfinder General.
Mel, none of this is real!
It's some sort of simulation.
It always ends...
In death.
I will not
let you kill my sisters
or any of those other witches.
You can't protect them.
When are you going to realize
you can't save the world?
Harry?
Mel.
We can't let Macy die
in this dreamscape.
Otherwise,
you'll all die for real.
We need to get out of here now!
Right there.
Come on.
Catch me.
Ooh.
Come on.
No.
No! Wait!
If Macy can't die, then
we have to sacrifice
one of ourselves.
I will.
No.
Mel, let me do it.
No, I'm the Whitelighter.
It should be me.
What if this is not a dream?
I can't let any of you do that.
No.
It's okay.
If this is real,
there's no way I'd rather go. Same.
Have it your way... witches.
Oh, my God.
That was the worst dream.
It really was.
You all saved me.
And I...
well, I killed you,
Maggie, in my dream.
Well, I got Mel killed.
It was...
Your worst nightmares.
Courtesy of Celeste.
Celeste.
Where the hell is she?
Trouble in Portland again.
Wait, this is
how it all started.
How can we be sure
we're not still in a dream?
Well, there's only
one way to find out.
Harry, find Celeste
before she gets away for good.
Back to the scene of the crime.
But is it real?
Sure sounds real.
This poor witch.
Just a scratch killed her.
We have to take
that monster down,
one way or another.
Agreed. But how?
It could be anywhere.
Mel! Run!
Screw taking him out.
We have to portal
out of here pronto.
Here.
Oh, no.
Was in my jacket pocket.
We could call Harry.
He could orb us
to safety. Or...
We can't run away.
We have to face it.
If not us, then who?
We're all gonna die.
Someday. Somehow.
That's not what matters.
It's not about how we die.
It's about how we live.
Sacrifice... this...
is our destiny.
Fear can't define us.
Time to take the power back.
Potentia Trium.
Potentia Trium.
Potentia Trium.
Behind us.
Three, two...
one.
Potentia Trium!
That was, that was
pretty intense.
We just Power of Three'd
his ass.
We're back!
Yeah.
We're back!
We're back.
We're back!
Yeah! We are back.
What did you do to us?
Since when did we start serving
tea to evil people?
H-Harry, what are you doing?
Forgiving her.
For warping our realities
and making us feel insane?
No.
For what she did to me...
in the name of trying
to protect witches.
I wasn't trying to force
the Power of Three on you.
I just hoped my spell
would help you avoid
the real danger.
And what's that?
Fear.
I didn't want it
to dictate your choices.
Like it did with us.
Fear is a powerful North Star.
A long time ago,
we witches lived in a
perpetual state of it.
After Salem.
It caused us to make some
decisions that were morally...
questionable.
Some of which can't
be forgiven...
or forgotten.
But the magical kingdom
is facing
its greatest threat yet.
Humans.
And they're pretty good
at destroying things,
as we know.
You were right.
We were afraid.
But we aren't anymore.
Greatness requires sacrifice.
We may not always
be on the same page, but...
we're prepared
for whatever comes.
Stronger together.
Our differences
are our strengths.
I don't know what the
Faction is planning,
but I'm here to help.
In whatever way you need.
Thank you, Celeste.
But we've got this.
Yes, you do.
Now the question is,
how do we keep you safe?
The Faction still wants
what's in there.
Well, if they grab me again,
I'll just smash this.
And whatever's in this head
will be just a handful of dust.
You'd do that?
Ladies... these humans
are on the verge
of claiming magic
for themselves.
And that could mean
the end for everyone.
It's time for me to go.
I hear Mykonos is nice
this time of year.
I am definitely
sleeping in tomorrow.
Everything feels so normal.
It's hard to believe
that things could go wrong.
Or that we're sitting
on a porch where we're
invisible to the entire world.
Oh, I...
got us something.
When did you have time to shop?
It's from the warehouse.
It's not exactly Tiffany's,
but I wanted us to remember
the moment
we got the Power back.
How that was
a choice we all made.
Together.
No matter what happens...
we started this together.
And we'll see it
through together...
no matter what happens.
Para siempre.
Now, who wants to take
these new powers
for a test drive?
Hell yeah.
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