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Previously, on "Charmed"...

We are the Perfecti,

and we are here to help.

By rounding up
creatures of chaos

and placing them
in the Benevolent

Classification
and Containment System.

I kind of like "The
Tomb of Chaos."

This mirror will
allow you to view

all the events
in Abigael Caine's life.

It's time for the next step
of my journey.

To become mortal.

Celeste is ready for me.

Can you translate it? No, this is ancient.

There's only one demon
I know who will know

what to do with that...

Fenric the Vile.
He's notoriously violent.

Exiled to a compound

in the Hunan Province for trying
to depose the Demon Overlord.

They're putting Jordan
back into the tomb!

Not this time.
Power of Three!

Potentia Trium!

The Perfecti... they're gone.

We have to destroy
the Charmed Ones,

just like we did
in the past.

It's ready.

Are you?

Ready, willing and able.

Maybe I should
recheck my work.

Celeste... I know what I want.

Stripping your immortality is
not like removing your tonsils.

It's experimental, and
the side effects are unknown.

I don't want to hurt you again.

This is different.

I was forced
to be a Whitelighter.

I'm choosing
to be an ordinary man.

I'll risk anything
for a real life with Macy.

Where's the daring
Celeste who was willing

to give up her immortality
to save the magical world?

Well, that was easy.

You have to be really brave
to risk everything for love.

Come on.

I'm afraid this is gonna
hurt you more than me.

Damn it. Can't get a vision.

All this tells me is

that Mo's cholesterol is
probably through the roof.

This light is a shield,
que nunca ceder�.

With it proh�bo
the Perfecti.

And that is 12 supercharged
protective candles.

That should keep
the Perfecti away.

A combo of Elder magic
and brujer�a.Bring it on.

How about you, Mace?

Any luck jumpstarting
that Memory Mirror?

Not yet, but these Pleurotus
fungal spores are used

to combat memory loss.

I've enchanted them
with a magical accelerant.

I'm hoping they can just
kickstart this thing.

And we can read Mo

and Aladria's memories,

find their Achilles heel.

Damn it.

What if the Power of Three
zapped the Perfecti

into oblivion, and that's why
there's no trace of them?

Maybe we just have
to accept victory?

Why does victory feel
so uncertain?

At least they cleaned up most

of our monster mess.
That's a silver lining.

Silver lining.

Of course. Orichalcum.

It's a metallic coating
invented by the Romans.

It enhances
magical connectivity.

Maybe that can be

what activates this baby.

I thought we had some.

We do. In the command center.

Be back
in a hot second.

Either these protective candles
really do work,

or Maggie's right.

And the Perfecti are gone.

Mm.

There you are.

Damn it.

I'm now transmitting
a magical frequency

into your cranial blood vessels.

Simply put,

your head will explode

unless you and your sisters
surrender to the Tomb of Chaos

before midnight.

Welcome back.

The Perfecti,

they did something to me.

We know. You told Macy
everything when she found you.

We've got to get them
back in the tomb.

Mel, I love you,
so I need you

to shut the hell up
and listen, okay?

If you're not careful,

you could die at any minute.

They didn't give us
much time,

so we're gonna
buy you some more

by putting you in
a magically induced coma.

Macy cooked up
a Sleeping Beauty potion.

It's gonna lower
your body temperature

and slow down the effects
of their magic,

which is why we
wrapped you up in...

Mom's pashmina.

Once we put the Perfecti
back in the tomb,

it'll dismantle their magic

and turn off whatever they did.

But for now,
you need to stay in bed

and do exactly as you're told
by this lady.

Just call me Nurse Ruby.

Go time, Mel.

What if I...

You will... wake up.

And I'll be here
to greet you, beautiful.

Harry, you are in no condition.

Well, you heard what
they're up against.

What they're trying to do.

Harry, your powers are
about to fade soon,

and your body chemistry
is about to change

in ways that we don't
yet understand.

You can't heal her anymore.
And dare I say it,

you might be a liability.

Yes, but perhaps
you could help.

I'll get my damn coat.

Welcome home, Hare.

Hey, you.

Okay, enough chitchat.

Macy, you told Harry
something about

a Perfecti Memory Mirror.

Over here.

I'm glad you called.

How's Mel?

Holding on, but
there isn't much time.

How are you?

Fine, at the moment.

But there may be some adverse
effects down the road.

Like what?

We're not sure.

Orishalcum. Very clever.

Right substance,
wrong methodology.

A good old activation spell
should do the trick.

Incipe, et memorias domini
revela.

Contexere.

So these are
the Perfecti's memories?

Triquetras.

Are those Ancient
Charmed Ones?

That-that looks like the Tomb.

But what the hell is that?

That looks eerily like...

a Golem.

Oh, so the Perfecti didn't

just decide to take a nap

in the Tomb,
like they told us.

Ancient Charmed Ones
put them there.

With the help of a Golem.

It certainly appears that way.

Okay, well, let's get a Golem

to kick their asses
back into the Tomb.

It's not quite that simple.

According to legend,

the Golem is the super weapon

of the magical world.

I've never seen one,
nor do I want to.

It's a banned spell
for good reason.

They have no soul
and no aura,

which makes them impervious
to human weapons

and magical attacks.

Well, I'd hot-wire
a nuclear bomb

if that's what it takes
to save Mel.

If we conjure up a Golem,

that's exactly what we're doing.

Well, right now,
that's our only hope

to defeat the Perfecti
and save Mel.

Well, then, I
guess we're building a Golem.

Says here we need mud.

Lots of it.

Great, we've got
a backyard full of it.

And an ancient demonic password
written on vellum.

The password should
bring the Golem to life.

And whoever animates it
should have control over it.

Why is this all sounding
very uncertain?

No one has animated
a Golem for eons.

I'm working the problem
in real time here, ladies.

The ancient demonic password.

Ah, there's nothing here.

Because the spell requires
demon and witch cooperation.

It's too powerful
for one group

to have full
ownership of it.

I'm not sure
there's a living demon

who even knows the password.

There is one.

Fenric the Vile.

Ew, that creepy
demon guy in exile?

But we'll have to offer him
something in return.

Okay. What do we give
an ancient, exiled demon

who has nothing but time?

Memories?

He won't reveal ancient
demon secrets to a witch.

Only Abigael holds sway
over him.

She's the Demon Overlord.

Abigael? No.
She's a wild card.

This is Mel's life
we're talking about.

Aha. Still there
after all these years.

This is supercharged
glamour powder.

You can take on any form.

So, which one of you ladies
wants to be

transformed into
Abigael Jameson-Caine?

Uh, me, I guess.

Hello?

Ruby?

Mel?

Can you hear me?

Ruby?

Ruby.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Ruby?

If this is a coma,
I can handle this.

Are you having
trouble breathing?

No. Why, are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah,
I just, uh...

Just worried about the
ventilation in this shed.

Your hands.

That dirt,
it could have microbes.

Harry, this mud

is perfectly safe.

No. No, you're wrong.

Nothing is safe.

And building a Golem
is definitely not safe.

Did you hear that?

There's something in the bushes.

A rat. A rat.

Their fleas carry
bubonic plague.

Not safe. Not safe.

Oh, we're not safe...

Celeste?

What is happening to him?

Ew. Gross.

Hello?

Fenric the Vile?

It is I, your... all-powerful,

oversexed Overlord.

I command you to show yourself.

Do come in.

We have so much
catching up to do.

So these side effects
are normal?

I didn't say that.

It's a neurochemical response
to his body turning mortal.

All that cortisol and adrenaline
flooding the system.

How could you experiment
on him again

without knowing
what the outcome would be?

The only certainty in life
is uncertainty.

Well, I can't live
with the uncertainty

of what you've done to him.

I want him back.
You need to pull the plug.

Macy, I am a slow learner.

I dated Casanova
and Errol Flynn.

But there is one mistake
that I will never make again,

and that is disrespecting
Harry's free will.

He has made his choice,
and I will honor that.

Macy.

Look.

A rusty nail.

You must be very careful
when you walk outside.

Tetanus is 60% fatal.

Oh, no. It's them.

No.

Wait, it's a plastic bag.

I'm sorry.
Ah, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. Harry, you're gonna be okay.

You sit there

and we'll take care
of everything. Okay?

Yeah.

This is the ancient

vanquishing spear of Trantor.

Also, an excellent blade
for filleting spleens.

Makes a lovely, clean cut.

You should put that down
before you hurt yourself.

It's time.

Do it.

Do what?

Vanquish me.

Life without freedom

and without my powers
is no life at all.

So send me to the smoky abyss
of eternity.

Wow.

You know, the Need for Drama
is a compound personality trait.

People use it to
manipulate others

from a position of
perceived victimization.

What?

I'm tired of your whining.

I've come to
make a deal.

I need an ancient demonic
word of power,

and you, clearly,
need a getaway.

So, in exchange

for this, a
memory mirror.

I'll let you take
a trip to the past,

if you give me
what I need in the present.

Like, now.

A memory mirror.

So I can relive

all the pleasures that
I will never experience again?

I must say, I am impressed
with your cruelty.

Now, if you're not
going to vanquish me,

I have a disgusting dinner
to prepare.

Wait. What do you want?

My powers and my freedom,
of course.

And only you

can give them to me.

Right.

Because I'm the Demon Overlord.

Pick up, pick up.
Come on, pick up. Pick up.

Did you say something,
my Overlord?

Uh, don't you have
a password to write

and some heinously
outdated clothing to pack?

No need to be rude.

Okay...

Maggie, this is not a good time.

Well, that's the thing
with emergencies.

They tend to be inconvenient.

You're pretending to be me?

Not to get
too touchy-feely here,

but don't you think
that's a bit invasive?

Mel's in danger.

I need to get a demonic password

to bring a Golem to life.
Fenric has it, but...

He'll only give it to a demon.

Maggie, you should've
asked me to get it.

I couldn't be certain
you'd say yes,

and there was no time.

I'm sorry, maybe
I should've trusted you.

But now he'll only
give it to me if I...

set him free
and give him back his powers.

And only the Demon Overlord
can do that.

Exactly. So do it.

Mel's life is in danger.

And my life will be in danger
if he gets out of there

with his powers.

All right, well,
I'm open to suggestions.

Well, you're gonna have to trick
him into thinking

he has his powers.

What? How?

I'm a terrible liar.

But you're not you...
You're me.

Is there a problem?

No. No problem at all.

Except you move so slowly
I might die of boredom

or change my mind.

Now let me have
that password.

Certainly.

After you release me
and restore my powers.

What if...

What if this isn't a coma?

What if this is me dying?

Is your brain as weak
as your bladder, old man?

I can tell from here

that looks more like
a shopping list

than a word of power.

Oh.

I'll have you know

that this word...

Vervek, the blood stone...

Could animate an army of Golems.

And that is what you
want it for, isn't it?

None of your damn business.

The only way to build a Golem

is with witch and demon
cooperation.

So, first consorting with
a Whitelighter, and now,

craft projects with witches?

You, you're a pathetic excuse
for an Overlord,

if that's indeed who you are.

Maybe I'll just burn
the password.

If you throw that in the fire,
I will torture you.

Like, forever.

The most painful pain
you've ever experienced.

Oh, really? I look
forward to it.

Show me your powers...

now.

Mortiferum fi.

Ooh. Ooh!

Are you going to shish kebob
the password out of me?

Take one step forward,

and it's oopsy daisy.

If you don't tell me
who you are...

now!

It's ready.

All we need now is
the password.

How can that horrible
thing save Mel?

It can't!
Harry?

Calm down,
you're hyperventilating.

No, it's a mistake.

I tell you,
this is all a mistake.

This whole thing was a mistake.

Oh...

Is there no way we can help him,

Celeste, to push him
through his fear?

No, he has to do this himself.

That's what it means
to be human.

Where the hell is Maggie?

I asked you
a question!

Wait. The Bone Key.

The what?

If it was a snake,
it would've bitten you.

That is the key

to my wine cellar.

Devious, huh?

Hiding the key
to your imprisonment

under your nose for centuries?

Magnificus poncerius paternium.

My powers,
they're back.

The password,
please?

Come and take it.

While I take your head.

I, uh...

don't understand.

I feel so powerful!

What have you done?!

I incepted you...
with the feeling of power.

Sadly, it's just a feeling,
so it won't last.

But you've proven once again
you can't be trusted.

You're a witch.

I'll send your regards
to the Overlord.

Little witch.

You can't leave an ancient demon

with a powerful tool.

One day... someday...

...I will destroy you!

I'm not ready.

Hang on, Mel, please...

Mel... Mel...

If you can hear me...
hang on.

Hold on, Mel.

Please.

Oh, no.

Harry.

We're losing her.

No, no, no.

I can't let it happen.

"Vervek."

It means "blood stone,"
apparently.

Nice work, Margarita.

How long does
this glamour spell last?

I just personally don't love
having that face

in my face.

Try having it onyour face.

It'll wear off eventually.

So what now?

We-we say the word?

Yes, but first we put
the word in his mouth.

No, wait!

How do you know it's not a trap?

What's happening to Harry?

Nothing we can do
anything about.

No. No, don't you see?

It's all too easy.

This is what
the Perfecti wanted. - Harry?

You're not thinking
straight.

Your fear is getting
the best of you.

No, Mel is dying.

If we do this,
we're all gonna die, too.

What the hell just happened?

Lux mutatio.

Are you sure
he's here?

This phone-tracking
app doesn't lie.

If he wants to lock
the Golem away,

I guess Tulipe makes a
twisted kind of sense.

This is where
the Elders

kept Dark Helen locked up.

I'm setting up these
protective candles.

We don't want the Perfecti
dropping in for a visit.

We'll find Harry.

And his muddy friend.

Harry?

Harry, please!

We won't hurt you!
We just want to talk!

Harry, stand down
wherever you are.

Don't make me regret
helping you.

If Mel dies,

you'll never forgive yourself.

Nor will I.

Harry?

Harry!

Harry!

Stay away, you demon.

Harry, it's me, Maggie.

Remember the glamour spell?

Harry? No, no, no!

Wait, wait!

Alligatum Est.

Don't do this to me.

Please.

Harry, I'm so sorry.

But you're not
thinking straight,

so we have to think for you.

Now the Golem, where is it?

Macy, look.

The mud... I think it's in here.

No! It will kill you!

Macy, I'll stay with him.

Get Celeste and go.

Quickly,
before it's too late.

Macy!

Mel?

Ruby?

Mel...

Don't go anywhere.

I'm coming.

You're not Ruby.

No.

I'm not.

We need to talk.

In through the nose,

out through the mouth, Harry.

How can I relax
when Mel is inching closer

to death every minute?

Hey, you can't help her
until you help yourself.

Breathe.

It really is you.

Isn't it?

Yeah.

Oh, dear God.

Is this what anxiety feels like?

Sometimes, yeah.

My brain gets ahead of me,

and I see threats everywhere.

Yes.

But sometimes you see things
other people don't.

Fear is
an evolutionary response.

A survival instinct.

Designed to protect us
from danger

when it works
properly.

Exactly.

Maggie, think.

You're an empath.

Isn't there
something

nagging at you
that doesn't feel right?

I know

my physiological responses
look abnormal,

but I'm finely attuned
to the environment,

and I am telling you
I am seeing threats...

that no one else is
capable of seeing.

Except you.

Vervek...

the blood stone.

Oh, my God.

Yes?

Blood stone.

Once we insert the vellum
into the Golem's mouth,

we say the password.

And the Golem will come to life.

Then, we'll put out all
the protective candles,

and lure the Perfecti in.

Let's do this.

Vervek.

Vervek.

Vervek.

They have said the word.

The Golem will awaken soon.

Just as we expected.

Only a matter of moments
before we have put

an end to the chaos once again.

Macy, stop! It's a trap.

Harry's right.

Vervekmeans "blood stone."

The Perfecti were wearing
amulets with blood stones.

That can't be a coincidence.

Something's wrong here.

But we saw their memories.

The Golem defeated the Perfecti.

If the Perfecti can
alter reality

like they did
in the Tomb of Chaos,

then why not their own memories?

Wait, so the Perfecti's
memories are, like,

magical deep-fakes,
and we only saw

what they wanted us to see...

What if the Golem wasn't the way

the Charmed Ones defeated
the Perfecti...

But the way the Perfecti
defeated the Charmed Ones.

Oh!

Vervek.

Vervek.

Ladies, back out
of the room now!

Vervek!

Vervek!

The word's not working.

Because the word is not
what controls him.

The blood stone controls him.

The ones the Perfecti
wear around their necks?

We have to slow him down.

He's-he's pushing through
the wall.

- I can't hold him.
- Witches,

it's time to run!

Is this a dream?

Am I dead?

You're very much alive.

I needed to use your...
ourmagical coma

as a way to contact you.

Mel, I've come from the future,

and there isn't
a lot of time.

I'm trying to save
the both of us.

The future?

But I'm not a time witch
anymore. I can't...

You can't yet,

but you will
be able to time travel

and use your
time witch powers again.

How? When?

Look...

I can't answer these questions.

It will mess with
the time lines,

and then you'll be in
a different path than me,

which we can't have.

It's the butterfly effect.

Exactly. And you
could still die

if we don't do everything
just right.

Bad things are happening
in my time.

Which is why...

I need you
to do something for me,

until it's safe.

It's not like
any other challenge

you've faced before. You're my future.

And I have never
wanted one more.

I'm ready for anything.

Okay.

Well, I hope you're
ready for this.

So, I was right.

Good on you, Hare.
Except now we've got

Frosty the Mud Monster
on our ass.

Well, the Perfecti knew
exactly what we would do.

Build a monster
that would destroy us

so they wouldn't have to.

They're always so damn
certain of everything.

Wait.

That's it.
That's their Achilles heel.

Their certainty. I...

I have a plan.

Uh, Celeste, I need you
to blow out all the candles,

drop the protective spell.
And, Harry,

you're gonna have
to do something

that will absolutely
terrify you,

but may be just what you need.

Golem...

catch me if you can.

The protective spells
are gone.

The Charmed Ones
stopped the Golem.

They saved me, but I...

I couldn't save them.

Your plan worked.

Of course.
That was never in doubt.

It's a shame.

I liked them.

But the Charmed Ones revealed
their true nature

at your trial.

They are chaotic,
as are you.

It's time to go into the Tomb,

Abigael.

No.

No...

You. You know, we thought you'd try

to put Abby in the Tomb...

...so we came prepared.

Candelas incende.

What have you done?

You're contained by these
protective candles.

Your powers are no good here.

They lowered the protection
spells to draw us in.

And got us to open
the doorway to the Tomb.

I did not see that coming.

Your certainty is your undoing.

You lack human emotions.

Fear. Doubt. Ambiguity.

You have power
without humanity.

That is the ultimate chaos.

Harry, now!

Vervek.

Thank God.

Siberia's awfully cold
this time of year.

It's time for another
20,000-year nap, Perfecti.

You should not do this.
Not now.

There is another,
more terrible danger out there.

You need us, or else
you will never survive it.

I think we'll take
our chances.

Golem.

Put the Perfecti in the Tomb.

You have chosen poorly.

Mel.

Thank God.

Are-are you okay?

I think so.

I had the weirdest dream.

The important thing

is that you're okay.

Wait.

No, Ruby...

it wasn't a dream.

Oh, God... I needed that.

I told you it would
take the edge off.

Seems like your chemistry
is evening out now.

Well, honestly, I don't
know how some mortals

take on that much anxiety
every single day.

Hopefully that's
the worst of it.

I wish it were that simple.

But I have a hunch
that today is the beginning

of a long
and complicated process.

Oh, bloody hell.

Mortality is
a messy thing, Harry.

But it's the mess
that makes it great.

After all,

who wants to live in
a perfectly ordered world?

* To hold you back

* What you feel is
what you know... *

Thank God you're okay.

What about you?

We built a Golem,
defeated the Perfecti.

It was bonkers.

Yeah, well...

speaking of bonkers,

there's something
I have to tell you.

Okay.

Yeah, well, um...

while I was under that spell,

I had this crazy dream

that I met my future self.

And she asked me
to do something for her.

Okay.

Only it wasn't a dream.

It was real.

And I said yes.

* Take hold and overcome

* It's all or none

* Don't you let it

* Get away...

This is my baby from the future,

and it's my job
to keep it safe.

* Calling out your name

* I can feel it coming

* Coming closer.