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Wait, I give.

I give.

Ah...

Damn, Maggie. I'm gonna
have to start wearing pads.

Not bad for a beginner, right?

But remember: keep your
weight evenly distributed,

and in a real fight...

Go for the cojones. I know.

Just seems like a poor way
to thank you for the lessons.

I want to do this, Maggie.

After everything you've been through.

I'm fine. Really.

I don't remember much,
but that Parker dude,

he was clearly dangerous.

It's a dangerous world.

But I've got this.

That you do.

Can I walk you home?

Oh, no, I'm... I'm good, thank you.

It's just down the street.

Plus... formidable. Remember?

Anyone home?

Me. Kitchen.

I boiled water. In under 30 seconds.

Personal best.

This power needs a cooler name

than molecular manipulation.

- How about... matter mastery?
- Hmm.

Well, while you're busy
mastering magical hot cocoa,

I am going to be kicking asses.

Today with Jordan, I could
predict all of his moves.

And what were his moves, exactly?

Oh, hold on. I'm getting a vision.

You're gonna lecture me about
getting too close to Jordan.

He almost got killed in a
full on demon-witch battle.

Yes, I know. I was there.

Thankfully, he doesn't
remember anything, except...

Parker.

I'm sorry. I know these last
few weeks have been rough.

It's gonna take some time to recover.

I'm fine. And I'm not into Jordan, Mel.

Or anyone else for that matter.

This heart of mine?

Closed for business.

Now... slide me that mug.

See? Catlike reflexes.

Mm.

Maggie? Maggie!

Are you okay?

What did you see?

The darklighter.

I think he's back.

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Black amber experiment number 17...

2cc's sublingual administration.

Okay.

Let's try this again, shall we?

Come on. Come on!

Just move, you little stuffy...

Black amber gave Mel and Maggie power,

and all it's giving me is a headache.

Well, be patient.

It didn't happen for
your sisters immediately,

and you do still have your demon powers,

which are pretty persuasive.

Yeah, demons can be
persuasive, can't they?

Especially in close proximity.

We found it!

The motel from my vision.

In Newark, New Jersey. It's real.

Safe Harbor Motel.

_

Oh. Well, I...

I really thought he was dead.

I was resurrected after what
should have been a fatal blow;

it stands to reason he
enjoyed a similar reprieve.

Unless it isn't him.

It could be someone in league with him.

The person who released him, maybe?

Well, in any case,

The best defense is
a good offense, so...

Let's kick some evil ass.

I don't know if I should go.

If it is him, I, I don't
want to get too close.

I don't want him back in my head.

Oh, no.

No, no, no. Um,

Mace, if you don't come
along, I need a favor.

What kind of favor?

A "keeping my job so we
continue to have money for food

"and don't lose access to
the command center"...

Kind of favor.

Mm.

Greetings,

visionaries.

My name is Macy, and
I want to welcome you

to SafeSpace Seattle,

the city's premier communal workspace.

It's a little early for questions,

but, uh, yeah, you there.

Uh, yeah. Um... let me ask you,

uh, what-what makes this

the premier communal
workspace in the city?

Excellent question;

which I will be happy
to answer in a moment,

on the tour. Okay, so...

Yeah. This, this is a safe

community for your dreams to flourish...

Yes? What is the Wi-Fi
speed in the building?

Have they analyzed the acoustics?

Are they carbon neutral?

What is your vision, visionary?

None of your damn business!

Mm... what I mean to say,

uh, is that I am

just a, a work in progress.

Who-who wants some, some kombucha?

We have that here.

Yeah.

So, there's going to be an
essay on the First Amendment

versus the Sixth Amendment:

free press versus speedy trial.

We should get into that.

Have you read up on restraining orders

in the State of Washington?

What does that have to do
with constitutional law?

Nothing. I was...

I was just looking up something.

For a friend.

Maggie.

Jordan...

Why are you getting
sucked into her drama?

I'm not getting sucked into anything.

She's my friend, Lola.

Well, your "friend"
has only been trouble

since she showed up here.

I mean, you got a concussion
from her crazy-ass ex.

What do you really
know about her anyway?

She's a good person.

Who was in a bad situation.

Come on, where you going?

While you're busy

playing out your hero complex,

I'm gonna ace my exam.

♪ There's a wolf among us... ♪

There's a trick to it.

Don't feel bad if it
takes a while to master.

I mastered gene-splicing. I,
uh, think I can handle it.

It's a lot of chairs, the
speaker must be a big draw.

It's Julian Shea. The new
majority investor of SafeSpace.

Yeah, I know that name.

Tech billionaire and a philanthropist?

That guy.

He puts the vision in visionary.

Oh, no.

Hi. Mr. Shea.

No-no, I, I would like
say, I am deeply sorry...

I'm... I'm just, I'm filling in,

I'm-I'm not a tour guide,
I'm...

I'm a scientist. I-I
was, I was a scientist,

and now I'm gonna shut up.

Please... no apology necessary.

The truth is, I was
trying to rattle you.

I, I like to pressure test
the corporate party line.

Oh.

- Julian.
- Swan!

Hi, Swan.

I'm gonna need that back.

- ♪ There's a wolf among us ♪
- Uh... Macy.

♪ And they haven't found her yet. ♪

Pleasure.

So, whoever this is checked
into a no-tell motel?

Are you sure this is the place, Mags?

Yeah. That's the sign. Okay.

Let me focus, see if I
can get a room number.

Ugh! Nothing.

Well, I suppose we'll have
to do this the hard way...

Room by room.

Harry, are you blushing?

Let's just say the occupant of that room

is into riding crops, and
he's not an equestrian.

Buckle up. We've got a bunch more to go.

Harry, everything all right?

Give me a second.

This must be it.

- Okay. Let's search every inch.
- But be careful.

That door was booby trapped;
there might be other land mines.

One, two...

- Dad?
- Dad?

You're alive?

- What the hell, Ray?
- We thought you were dead.

I know. Look, it's a long story...

Who are you? You're not
really their father, are you?

You're someone or something
impersonating him.

Something? Listen, BBC guy,
I don't know who the hell you are,

but I am Ray Vera and those are
my daughters Mel and Maggie.

Torito and Little Bug.

Harry.

Let him go. It's him.

All right.

I thought I lost you.

I did. I... Ow!

I went to your funeral.

I cried over your grave.

- Easy, Mags.
- No, no.

It's fine, it's fine. I deserve that.

But-but to be fair,
I thought that you were dead.

I saw that house burn down.

How did you find me?

Harry, we need a moment with our father.

Alone.

Certainly.

I'll be right outside this door.

Hey. Hey, hey.

Don't go through your father's things.

- What is all this?
- Collector's items.

- You've got your hands in your pockets.
- So?

You taught me to play poker, Ray.

And when you bluff, you rub
your fingertips together,

which is why you've got
your hands in your pockets.

I mean, I know you're
allergic to honesty,

but give it the old college try.

Fine.

You girls deserve the truth.

I'm not just a professor of archeology.

I'm a thief.

Yeah, that's right. Your old
man is in the black market

relic trade; ancient relics.

It's good money, but there are
bad people and they're after me.

So, all those university-sponsored digs

you went on to find artifacts, so...

You sold all those on the black market?

- To who?
- I don't know.

It's all done through intermediaries.

And I just happened to
cross the wrong people,

and so I had to do a disappearing act.

And if you girls are smart,

you would do the same thing right now.

Afraid we can't do that.
As much as I would love to,

we came here because we're
looking for something.

I told you everything.

There is nothing in that bag
that has any meaning to you.

The most important thing right
now is for you to get as far away

from me as possible as
quickly as possible.

Mel.

Where did you get that?

Hey, big boy.

A man in a black hat and coat

is headed rather purposefully this way.

Ring any bells, Dad?

I clocked him a week ago in Georgia.

How does he keep finding me?

Okay, look, we can all go out
through the bathroom window.

I have another plan.
We stay here and we fight.

I like that plan.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
You girls don't get it.

These aren't some Hilltowne punks that

we're dealing with here, these
are seriously dangerous people.

I agree with your father.

Which is why I have to do this.

- Harry!
- Why did you do that?

Yeah. We're the only ones
who are allowed to hit him.

- Now he's out. We can move him.
- Move him where?

Grab hold.

Good evening, idiots.

I'm sorry.

Did you expect me to
call you "visionaries"?

You know what?

I don't think the word does you justice.

Let me tell you a story.

When I was 13 years old,

I found an old red smoking
jacket in a thrift store.

I spent my allowance
on it because I thought

that it made me look
suave, important, cool.

I... was wrong.

But a billion dollars later,

this idiot has funded
malaria control in Africa,

distributed thousands of computers

and sponsored STEM studies
all across the world.

I've always marched to
a different drummer.

Seen things that others have missed.

Because, you see, only
idiots, like you and me,

believe that we can
actually change the world.

And you never know when
inspiration is gonna strike.

I find it in the most unexpected faces,

and places.

So now, I'm gonna do
something really idiotic.

Getting ahead of an
impending global food crisis

by building urban farmland...

Underground.

Yes. Controversial idea.

But climate change is
ravaging world agriculture.

We need to figure out
how we can grow food

where climate is irrelevant.

So, with state-of-the-art
UV and hydroponic tech,

we can transform subterranean Seattle

into a new, locally-sourced
and sustainable Eden.

The pilot program will be right
here, at SafeSpace Seattle.

In just a few weeks,
we will start excavation...

... right below all of your feet.

Oh, my God.

He looks so harmless when he's sleeping.

I'm sorry I acted so
unilaterally back there,

but if we got into a
fight, the chances are

we'd have to display our powers,

- and he clearly doesn't know about you.
- So,

what do we do with him?

How about you orb him to Siberia
and we forget we ever saw him?

I'm happy to oblige,

but there are a lot of questions
that only he can answer.

Namely, how did he come into possession

of one of the darklighter's weapons?

I'll leave it up to you two.

What good are answers if we
can't trust the man giving them?

And if he stays...

We have to let him know the truth,

about us.

Clearly, Mom didn't trust
him with her secrets.

You're right, Mel.

We don't owe him anything.

I feel like we should
protect ourselves, but...

But...

He's still our dad.

And he's in trouble.

What...?

What?

The house.

- I thought it burned down.
- It did.

And it didn't.

There's something you need to know,

about me and Mel.

And Mom.

It's going to be an interesting
next few years because if...

If Big Business, if major
corporations don't start to

lead the charge on
climate change, and...

Uh...

Hi.

Uh, hello, again.

Hi, Mr. Shea. U-Um, listen,
really enjoyed your speech.

Thank you. I would love to hear

more about your underground
hydroponic plans for SafeSpace.

- Yeah...
- I am so sorry, Mr. Shea... Julian.

Uh, your car is here.

Thank you. Um...

I've actually really late
for this meeting, so...

I'm sorry. Some other time.

Can I buy you dinner?

Hmm?

I-I... It's the least I can do

after I was so... so un-visionary-like.

You know, uh, I actually can't remember

the last time that somebody
offered to pick up my tab.

So you're saying, magic is
real, I was married to a witch,

you are witches and this
house, which is now invisible,

came here through a supernatural portal?

For the third time, yes.

Hmm. Nope.

What do you mean, "nope"?

The house that burned down is
still standing, with us in it.

Okay, is this is some
sort of elaborate prank

to-to punish me?

Show him.

How... how did you...?

I found you at the motel
because I have visions.

I can see the future.

Not as flashy, but pretty handy.

It's real.

Magic, spells.

Oh, my God.

It all makes sense now.

Your mother.

If I had just understood, things might

have been different with us. We...

I've been chasing the secrets

of ancient civilization
my entire life...

... and they've been
right under my nose.

This whole time.

This is incredible.

Show me more, please.

This isn't some parlor trick, Ray.

This is our life.

And it's dangerous.

Now where did you get this weapon?

We have a serious problem.

Uh, is that...

Macy, meet Ray,

our father who's not dead anymore.

I can't believe he's alive.

Yes, I know, surprise twist,

and yet, not as pressing
as this billionaire

digging up our command center.

Yes, I know.

Is it immoral to bewitch
a philanthropist?

Well, even if he made all his
money from petting kittens,

we need to stop him by
any means necessary.

Agree.

Hence the influencer potion.

I'm gonna slip it in his drink.

You're having drinks with him?

Uh, dinner, actually.

Wish me luck.

Parker, leave him alone.

Oh, is this a thing, Vera?

Vera? Vera? Vera?

_

_

_

She's dead.

Where did you get that chakram?

I hit a bad patch.
I needed some money fast.

I did something that
I'm not very proud of.

Couldn't be worse than faking
your own death, could it?

Your mother kept her antique
collection in the attic.

And, well, there were
a few pieces up there

that were very, very interesting,

and I thought, well,

she wouldn't need them anymore.

You stole from us?

After Mom's funeral?

It was just one
talisman, gathering dust.

Talisman?

What kind of talisman.

A small disc with a carving of an eye,

runes I had never seen
before, it was about-about

the size of my palm.

- And you sold it on the black market?
- Yes.

About a year later, some
buyers came knocking on my door

demanding to know where I got it,

but I wasn't gonna lead them to you,

so I skipped town, I went into hiding.

The next thing I knew,
the house, our house,

was burned to the ground.

I came back.

I did, I came back looking for you,

and I found this in the ashes. I...

I sold this to those same
buyers months prior, and so

I-I thought, "My God, they were here."

"They-they killed my girls."

So you faked your death to avoid
the same fate as your daughters?

Just when I thought you
couldn't get any lower.

- But...
- The man in the black hat,

- is he working for those buyers?
- I have no idea.

He just keeps showing up, even
though I've left no traces.

Unless, someone left traces on you.

The relics in your bag,
I need to see them now.

Wh...

I'm telling you there
is no tracker in there.

I would know if someone

- tampered with my things.
- What's this?

It's Minoan, 3,000 B.C.,
give or take a century.

I acquired it in a
small museum in Crete.

He means stole it.

Faking your own death is expensive.

I needed a rare piece to
sell to set myself up.

I think there might be
something inside of it,

but, well, you'd have to break
the piggybank to find out.

Well, that "something" could be

the something we're after.

Yeah, there's a spell I reconstructed

from The Book of Shadows.

Full disclosure. It might do the trick.

Full disclosure, drop the shield,

all the secrets be revealed.

Amazing.

It's a ram's head.

What the hell was that?

- No, really?
- Does that surprise you?

Yes. Okay, I agree

Ada Lovelace is the
greatest computer scientist.

It's just most guys herald Babbage,

Jobs, Gates, the dudes.

I'm not most guys.

And Ada had this beautiful vision of

how math and art worked hand and hand.

- "Poetical science."
- Yes.

Oh.

What?

I just, I haven't had anyone
to talk to about all this

in-in a while.

Yeah, it feels too easy, right?

We should up the degree of
difficulty in this conversation.

Um, let's talk about
religion or politics, or...

Or your plan to dig under SafeSpace.

What's controversial about that?

You don't like the idea
of an underground garden?

Oh, I l-love it, just not here.

There's a major aquifer nearby,
excavation could pollute it.

I know. My hydrologist
did a full site survey.

Oh. Well, uh, did you
look into the soil?

It's very sandy.

You could be putting the
whole building in jeopardy.

Which is why I consulted
a geologist first.

What's this about?

You got me.

It's the-the northwestern salamander.

Yeah, they have a subterranean
migration corridor

through this neighborhood.

Salamanders?

Mm.

You're very fast at
cooking up objections.

I would say that you're the one who's

- moving too fast.
- No, I'm being decisive.

- You are being contrary.
- Contrary?

Is that how you describe people
who don't agree with you?

Saved by the buzz.

Excuse me,

I have to take care of some business.

Hey.

So do I.

The house is uncloaked.
You brought that thing in here,

and now we're completely exposed.

- What?
- The object,

it seems to have had some sort of

bad interaction with the spell,

causing the uncloaking as a side effect.

- Give.
- What? Wait. Whoa. Hang on a second.

The fact that this is actually magical

increases its value exponentially.

You put our lives in jeopardy again,

and your reaction is a
"get rich quick" scheme?

What's next? Selling us
to the highest bidder?

Give me the damn stone, Ray.

Fine.

What the...?

I swear I didn't do anything.
I didn't. Here.

Even if I wanted to get rid of with.

It doesn't seem like it wants to go.

Never mind that thing.
We need to re-cloak

the house before we're discovered.

Maybe The Book of Elders

or something in the
command center can help us.

He can't come with us, and he
can't stay here alone, so...

Looks like I drew the short straw.

_

I'm going to say three words
that are very hard for me.

You were right.

Uh, that was my project manager.

Uh, it turns out that we did not consult

an environmental biologist, but

we will now, thanks to you.

Oh. Is...

Is that, is that gonna
cause a-a huge delay?

It's gonna be what it's gonna be,

and that's fine 'cause

I want to do this right.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

You know, this has actually, um,

been one of the most
honest conversations

I've had in a really long time.

Here is a toast

to honesty,

emotions,

and salamanders.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Ooh, ooh, I'm sorry.

Uh, it's okay. Excuse me, um,

can I get, uh, some club soda

over here, stat. Thank you. Mm-hmm.

We spent so many hours out
here when you were little

looking at the stars.

I'd tell you the myths
of the constellations,

and you would love hearing stories

about Orion the hunter.

Do you remember that?

No.

All I remember is you leaving
one day and never coming back.

I just kept thinking,

"What did I do?

"How do I make him happy
so he'll come back?

"If I was just a better daughter..."

I am so sorry, Little Bug.

Do you know how many
excuses I made for you?

Mel told me I was
foolish and naive, and...

Turns out she's pretty damn smart.

Why...

Why did you leave? Really?

My marriage crashed and burned.

You were the copilot.

I made mistakes, yeah.

But so did your mother.

Neither of us were perfect.

She was there for us.

You were a ghost.

Why did you stay away, Dad?

All those canceled holidays.

Do you know what that did to me?

I didn't want, I didn't wan... It...

It's complicated, hon.

For a little girl, it's pretty simple.

She just wants her dad to love her.

For the record, we should've
let you orb Ray to Siberia.

I'm beginning to think you're right.

He's managed to wreak total
havoc in less than a day.

Ah. Here we go.

Minoan magic.

These are Cretan hieroglyphics,

which put Egyptian hieroglyphics
to shame in their obscurity.

Mm, there it is, the figurine.

Yeah, I knew it looked familiar.

It appears your father absconded
with the Stone of Atreus.

It's reputed to guard the island
of Crete from unwanted forces.

So it's a protection totem.

Ironic.

Dads... they're supposed to
be our protection totems,

and ours keeps throwing us into traffic.

Okay, so how do we undo
what it did to the house?

It says the Stone clings to its
thief, like a tick to a sheep.

Annoying, but not terrible.

No, wait.

Except the Stone has a
remorseless magical guardian,

the Fury.

And its sole purpose is
to recover that stone.

So, the man with the hat following Ray

is not a hit man.

He's a hit monster.

That's Orion. The hunter, Little Bug.

He's brave and he's strong.

Just like you.

Low pH to the rescue.

So what happened to
your career in genetics?

Uh...

I had to give it up
to help out my family.

It's kind of complicated.

Well, it doesn't sound
that complicated to me.

Family is important.

Yeah.

Although,

you know, so are your own dreams.

Sometimes it seems like
my career was a dream.

Hmm.

You know, my father
used to say that, um,

the unexpected detour

sometimes had the best view.

'Cause you never knew what
was around the corner.

Thank you.

This looks... actually worse.

Um, so...

Dad?

What is it, hon?

I... I lied.

I do remember

looking at the stars with you.

It's one of my best memories.

And it hurt so bad when you left.

Oh. Little Bug.

Wh... What is it?

The attic. Move!

Go!

Stay away from my dad.

Oh, crap.

Dad, come on!

Maggie's not picking up the phone.

Let's grab your sister.
It's all hands on deck.

Oh.

Yeah, I mean, it's just
gonna have to go in the wash.

Sorry.

It's...

_

Um... mm.

Having a slight family emergency.

Oh.

Um, I j...

Can we pick this up another time?

Yeah. Of course.

Okay. Thanks.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Harry!

I thought you said a monster.

Apparently, they're plus-one now.

It replicated.

Don't use your powers.
The more you attack,

the more protective it gets.

- It wants the Stone of Atreus.
- The what?

- The thing in your pocket!
- In my pocket.

Hand it over now without
getting yourself killed.

No!

What are you doing, Daddy?

Making things right, Little Bug!

You're gonna get killed!

Have you seen Ray?

I thought he was out back, but...

He said he was going out for a minute.

I knew it.

He skipped out, again.

He makes a huge mess for us and
then leaves us to clean it up.

I mean, he did save your life,

- but that was the least he could do.
- Agreed.

I just ran down to the liquor store

to get some rum for the Coquito.

You girls are such "cup is half-empty."

Speaking of which...

You still have my favorite mug.

That's why I had the vision.

It's not just proximity.

Personal objects help you focus.

Well, how about

we focus on this moment right now?

Because tonight...

... I have my daughters back.

I can drink to that.

Well, at least we are re-cloaked.

Yeah. There's-there's that.

I'm sorry we interrupted your date.

It wasn't a date.

It was an attempt to save

the command center, which I did,

for the moment.

Yes.

Do you think it's a good thing,

that Ray is back?

I hope so.

But Macy, when he stole that talisman

and sold it, he unleashed a nightmare.

Inadvertently or not, Ray
Vera may be responsible

for releasing the darklighter.

And Julian, as he was leaving, said,

"Thank you, Swan."

Wow.

Speaking of lovely men, you're staying

for Silent Disco after work, right?

Oh, you know what? I'm kind of beat.

But you look amazing.

Thanks. Old Navy Rockstar jeans.

Fun and fashionable.

Well, have a good time.

♪ The only way to know... ♪

Rough night?

Rough, but, uh, good.

♪ If we start again... ♪

Hey, I've been meaning to thank you.

For the lessons?

No. For, uh, for being a good man.

'Cause they're in short
supply these days.

Maggie.

Enjoy your Java.

Maggie, I was wondering if
we could talk about some...

Maggie?

Maggie.

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