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I don't even know where to start.

But in case this does all go to hell,

I just want to make sure there's a record of what happened.

So, a year ago, we were just living our lives

as the Charmed Ones, when out of nowhere

an assassin came for us.

We escaped through a portal that transported us

across the country.

Welcome to the Command Center.

We had to live in hiding.

"Witchness Protection" we called it.

Meanwhile, we made some new friends

with magical problems of their own.

I'm still officially cursed until I can

balance the scales of justice.

We figured out the assassin who was hunting us

- was Harry's darklighter. - Miss me?

We thought Abigael Caine, the Demon Overlord,

was behind all of it,

but the culprit was something far more dangerous.

Humans.

Specifically, tech billionaire Julian Shea and his Aunt Viv.

They, along with a group known as the Faction,

had developed a technology to steal our magic.

But now they know who we are, and we know who they are.

And the only question left is:

Who's going to come out of this alive?

Hello. I'm Julian Shea.

I don't know where else to turn except maybe all of you.

Someone for whom I care very deeply has gone missing.

When did he upload?

Couple of hours ago. Jordan sent me the link.

It's gone viral. He put you on blast.

What does he want?

Her name is

Macy Flores.

I'm offering a reward of $1 million

for any information that helps lead to her safe return.

Don't worry, Macy.

I'll find you,

no matter what it takes.

*CHARMED (2018)* Season 03 Episode 01

Episode Title: " An Inconvenient Truth" Aired on: January 24, 2021

I can't believe it.

The world is so messed-up and scary.

I introduced her to Julian, you know,

and now... Sorry.

Yeah, that was Swan.

Macy's trending like crazy at SafeSpace.

Everybody's talking about her, and the reward.

We shouldn't have underestimated Julian's ability

to throw money at a problem.

Yeah. So what's the next move?

Oh, you need to get out of there.

They know who you are.

Yeah. See you at the house.

Jordan...

you need to stay clear of us until this dies down.

Maggie...

are you benching me?

No.

Yes.

You're already in too deep on this. I'm sorry.

Stay safe.

You, too.

♪ 'Cause heroes never die ♪

♪ Never, never ♪

♪ Never die. ♪

Everyone at SafeSpace is looking for you.

And us.

If only we could talk to Julian,

convince him he's misguided.

Oh, convince the evil mastermind

to abandon his evil plan.

Why didn't I think of that?

Well, maybe Maggie's right.

We can convince him with a little help.

The Clarion Potion.

Macy,

that potion was banned.

By the Elders.

When have we ever played by their rules?

All right, time-out.

What, exactly, does this Clarion Potion do?

It plants the seed of an idea into the mind

of one individual.

And as that individual comes into contact with others,

it continues to spread the idea.

Like a mind virus.

We infect Julian's mind

with a single thought: Magic's not real.

Julian then infects Vivienne, Nadia, all the members

of the Faction, and eventually...

It destroys the belief system that created this monster.

Wait, to give him that potion, we'd have to capture him.

Which means finding him and catching him off-guard.

We have someone in the attic who can help with this.

Jimmy.

Mel, be careful.

He's dangerous. Yeah, well,

so am I.

Don't worry. I've got her back.

Okay, we will get to work on the potion.

Are you sure?

Yes, I am sure.

I-I don't know, Harry.

It's a new power.

I'm not sure if it would work.

I'm waiting for the right time.

All right, well, we'll talk about this later.

Harry?

You coming?

Yes.

♪ Run, run, go away ♪

♪ Run ♪

♪ Run, go away ♪

♪ Live to die another day. ♪

Geez, you nearly scared me to death.

Maybe that was the point.

Time is ticking, my friend.

I'm doing everything I can to balance the scales.

If this is not enough for you, then tell me what is.

Before the last grain falls,

a descendant must save a descendant.

A descendant of the Tulipe witches.

Wait, where am I supposed to find them?! -

Time is running out.

Where's Julian?

Where is their center of operations?

Well, wouldn't you like to know?

Listen, we don't have time for your games.

We released you, as promised,

in exchange for your offer to help us.

An offer that expired the moment you put me inside this.

Whatever this is.

Because you tried to kill us.

Couple of times,

actually.

And you did the same to me. The only reason I'm still alive

is that killing me destroys your beloved Whitelighter.

So, I'll enjoy your little bubble.

More space and a better view than the old bottle.

You know what?

Maybe that's what we'll do.

Just put you back in the bottle.

Let you spend the rest of your days in darkness.

Wait.

It's not about a plan or a next move.

It's about a "why."

Why does Julian Shea do what he does?

What drives him?

And the answer is

one word.

Siren's Tongue?

Yeah. The Clarion Potion calls for it explicitly.

A fresh one, no less.

Not exactly something we keep lying around the house.

I wouldn't normally suggest it, but we could take a trip

- to Ragnar Row. - Ragnar Row?

The magical black market?

I... I thought that place was just urban legend.

Ah, because that's what the Elders wanted you to believe.

It's... a bit dodgy.

You know, unseemly characters, illicit goods.

Naturally.

We'll need currency to get what we want.

What kind of currency?

How do you feel about... this?

The necklace Julian gave me?

Our money is useless on the black market.

Diamonds, however, are a gargoyle's best friend.

Trading this for Siren's Tongue?

Can't think of a better use for it.

And we'll need a change of clothing to blend in.

I can help with that.

What did you have in mind?

Well, think, uh...

Now, then, think

post-apocalyptic...

safari.

Say no more.

Damn it, Jimmy, lives are at stake here.

The only life I care about is mine.

So why don't you let me go and I'll tell you

everything you need to know about Julian, Viv, Nadia,

- the whole lot of them. - Sorry.

We can't do that yet.

But if you tell us the word,

I'm sure we can work something out.

I do love this "good cop, bad cop" thing you've got going.

Is this the part where bad cop makes an empty threat?

No, Jimmy.

This is the part where you give me the word,

or I melt you into a puddle, wipe you up

and throw you into the trash!

Oh, I'd like to see you try, but sadly,

I'm protected by this precious containment spell, aren't I?

Come on.

You know you want to have a go at me.

So go ahead.

Let me out and we'll see who's more powerful.

- Game on. - Game on.

- Dimitte ex... - Wait, Mel.

No, no, no, you can't do that.

No, no, no!

Two things before we go.

First, our magic is no good there.

- "No good" as in... - Doesn't work.

Levels the playing field, I suppose.

Okay. What's the second thing?

The smell. It's, uh...

well, how shall I put this?

Rank.

Welcome to Ragnar Row.

Everything magical that you can imagine,

and much you can't, is here...

and for sale.

For a price.

Let's just hope that price isn't us.

Come on.

What's your problem?

You started today at a low boil

and now you're at volcanic eruption.

That beast in there is the reason why we're stuck here.

Witchness Protection, hiding, losing our powers.

But we have our powers back.

Perspective.

And we need him to help us.

For what, Maggie?

What does it matter? We might as well be stuck

in a containment spell, too.

What?

I mean, is this the rest of our lives?

B-Believe me, I get it, but we have a duty.

Yes. That is all we have.

Duty.

We fight every day for what's right.

Day in and day out.

But there are people out there just living their lives.

Like Ruby?

Mel, I understand how hard this is.

There's a super hot, awesome guy out there

who's constantly putting out vibes,

and... I have no choice but to push him away.

For his own safety.

Exactly.

We can't have date humans, witches or Whitelighters.

So what's the point? Of any of it?

Wh-Wh...

What, so we-we're gonna be trapped in Vera Manor

the rest of our lives, the three of us,

like we're in Grey Gardens or something?

Mel, I know you're upset, but I need you to calm down.

No. I am going to go back in there

and get what I need from him if it's the last thing I do.

Mel, I need you to chill.

Mel, did I just do something?

Yeah.

I'm good, I'm great.

Oh, no.

Ooh, you were not kidding about the smell.

Uh, where is everyone?

They're here, but we can't see them.

But they can see us.

Harry, um,

I need to ask you something.

What were you whispering about

with Maggie?

Whatever it is, you don't have to protect me.

Uh, Macy.

I can protect myself.

Of that I have no doubt.

Can I interest you in some...

witch blood?

100% pure.

Oh, no. No, thank you.

Um, I-I have a ton of that at home.

We're here for Siren's Tongue.

I know the best dealer in town.

But that's expensive stuff.

We're prepared to pay.

I could guide you there if you like,

but you understand my services

come at a high price, too.

Oh, let me guess, one of our souls?

- Hmm? - Perhaps possession

of our bodies for a day?

What? No, weirdo.

A more...

worldly possession.

Worldly?

Right. Follow me.

Aren't these flowers crazy pretty?

Mel? Mel, no, no, no, no. Stop, stop.

I need you to stop so I can try and fix what I broke.

What'd you break?

'Cause everything feels pretty much perfect.

You, Mel. I think I broke you.

No.

This feels different than my inception power.

I-I wasn't giddy, I was just trying to calm you down.

Well, I have never felt better.

Oh.

W-What are you doing?

I'm baking cookies.

Yay!

Okay. Giddy Mel needs to giddy up and get out.

Did it work?

How do you feel?

Eh. Who cares?

I'll be on the couch.

Oh, no.

Abby?

Piss off.

Wow.

Someone's thirsty.

Oh, you're judging me,

little mortal? Oh, well, not so little.

Pretty lanky, actually. I approve.

Where are all your...

minions?

One doesn't need guards if no one is trying to kill one.

I'm such a loser I don't even have enemies.

Well done, Charmed Ones.

- Hmm. - Anger.

Feels a lot better than self-pity, doesn't it?

You feel like the world's against you?

Join the club. Sad you don't have any enemies?

Have some of mine.

Your curse? Sure.

That, too.

Oh, you're angry as well.

Every day.

But I choose to do something positive.

I tried to smash the demon patriarchy, so there.

Did you?

Or did you just try to take it over?

So how are you saving the world?

Right now, I'm just trying to stay alive.

And I need to save a descendant of Tulipe

before my time runs out.

Oh, you are in trouble. Right, so if you could

put down the whiskey long enough to give me a name

from that book of yours, with the list of witches

in trouble, I would really appreciate it.

Here's one.

Eleanor Anderson, descendant of Tulipe.

Hmm. Currently imprisoned by an ogre.

Can't exactly put that in my GPS.

What if I could help you find her, Jordy?

I'd be forever grateful.

Yes, I suppose you would.

Wait here,

unless you want to see how the sausage gets made.

Thanks, but we'll pass.

Suit yourself.

So, Harry,

you're not off the hook.

Your conversation with Maggie.

What aren't you telling me?

Your relationship with Macy compromises your duty

to serve and protect.

Your new power... To change people's feelings...

Do you think you could use it on me?

Macy...

I know you can protect yourself. I am well aware of that.

But I'm a Whitelighter. It's what I am.

What you are is a man.

I still feel I have a duty to keep you safe

and alive,

and that must take priority over any romantic feelings

I have...

no matter how strong they may be.

You asked Maggie to take away your feelings for me.

He's gone.

So is the necklace.

I'm afraid we've been duped.

And this is precisely why we can't pursue a relationship.

We're vulnerable to distractions.

Life is distractions, Harry. What's the alternative...

Being alone forever?

You'll... find someone else.

I don't want someone else.

Nor do I, but...

It's complicated. It is, Harry. I get it.

But we'll muddle through. We'll be fine.

Not if I make a mistake and you die.

I can't live with that.

Well, dying can't be so terrifying

that we just stop living.

Let's go.

What's the point of even trying?

As Kierkegaard once said...

Okay, stop.

Clearly, I have incepted you with despair,

which is causing me despair.

Okay, let's try this again.

Mel, you've got this.

We've got this.

Everything is going to be just...

fine.

You know what?

You are right.

We are going to stop the Faction.

And then I am going to work out everything

with Ruby,

and you are going to work out everything with Jordan.

It's gonna be great.

Ugh, this is worse than my playlist on shuffle.

The darklighter is up there,

with one word that can apparently unlock

the key to everything

and I can't figure out how to get you back

to you. Well, whatever this feeling is,

it's a ton better than what I was feeling before.

I mean, what is this?

Hope? What's better than that, Mags?

Nothing.

Oh, my God. That's the answer.

That's what we need to give him.

You mean, we incept him with hope?

No. We give him actual hope.

Remember,

you can't use your powers in Ragnar Row.

You have exactly five seconds to get me Siren's Tongue.

I'm not playing.

She is not playing.

Jordy, you're quite the locksmith.

We didn't exactly ring bells back in Afghanistan.

So handy. But unnecessary.

I could have blasted that thing in two minutes.

The curse says that I have to help witches.

So no blasting by you.

Why would an ogre want to imprison a witch here?

Why do ogres do anything?

Perhaps he was a frustrated artist.

You hear that?

I don't think I can pick that.

If only there was someone here who could help.

All yours.

You're not the only one with moves, Jordy.

You were right.

You are a victim.

The Elders did you wrong.

Same with the Faction. Same with us.

We only released you from the bottle

to coerce information out of you.

We're still playing by the old rules.

But we are gonna try a new rubric,

change everything.

What's with her?

She's happy.

It'll wear off.

Ah.

But...

in the spirit of hope,

what if I told you we may have a way to release you?

Release me? Give you a fresh start,

where the world would see you in an entirely new light.

You want me to trust you?

Jimmy, I'm afraid you have no choice.

Because, like it or not,

we're on the same side now.

They're coming for all of us.

So what's the word?

Jimmy.

Final ingredient, Siren's Tongue,

and voilà.

Magic isn't real.

Magic isn't real.

It worked.

Thanks.

All right.

That's it, that's the Clarion Potion done.

Are we, uh...

Thank God you guys are back.

We have information, and it's a doozy.

Uh, what kind of information?

What's been driving Julian... The why behind all of this...

Rosemary.

Julian's sister?

She's alive.

And thanks to Jimmy, we know where to find her.

I'm sorry, Mr. Shea, her vitals are still the same.

Nothing has changed.

I thought she was getting better with the new treatment.

I want hourly updates.

Of course.

Macy.

I think we should talk.

I agree.

I know about Rosemary.

That she's alive.

- What? How do you... - Are you with her now?

Yes, but I don't understand...

Allow me to explain.

Where is she?

Maybe you can sing a little song, lure her out.

Must be exhausting,

acting like you've got no heart 24/7, 365.

Who says I'm acting?

'Cause if you were really some unfeeling monster,

you wouldn't be spending day and night drinking your pain away.

See that?

The chimney... it's alive.

What the...

Eleanor?

Oh, okay.

Eleanor, don't be scared.

I'm here to rescue you.

Hold on tight, Eleanor.

You know, I have a lab working on a force field.

Electromagnetic.

But this, I mean,

what you've done here... It's amazing.

And was that teleporting? How I got here?

That for me?

Was any of us real?

Or were you just using me?

- Or bewitching me? - I can't believe you'd ask me that.

Well, I mean, I-I can, actually.

You have blood on your hands, Julian.

A lot of it.

- I haven't murdered anyone. - The darklighter has.

And what about those magical creatures you captured?

Stealing their powers, killing them in the process?

Magical creatures

have the power to make the world a better place.

To save lives, to help humanity. I...

If it were that simple, don't you think

we would've done it a long time ago?

We can't meddle in the human world, Julian.

That's not how magic works.

I've seen it with my own eyes.

A few drops of black amber brought Rosie out of her coma.

I know you've been searching

all these years for answers.

But black amber can't do what you think it can.

I've seen it raise the dead.

And turn them into monsters.

Zombies.

Not their former selves.

What if I could show you

that you're wrong?

Vivienne has proof that black amber healed my sister.

That's not possible.

Black amber doesn't heal humans.

I know. If only I could prove it to him,

maybe he'd abandon all of this insanity.

Well, Mace, that's quite a gamble.

Playing with people's minds, also a gamble.

Speaking from recent personal experience.

So, I mean, we could...

use a-a banned mind virus.

That could have unforeseeable

and irresponsible results.

Or...

we could find a human solution to a human problem.

I'd like to reiterate that I don't think this is a good idea.

I have to prove to Julian Viv lied.

Black amber didn't help his sister.

I have tests to run.

- Using magic? - No.

Using this.

Son of a bitch.

- Get the helicopter. Now. - Yes, ma'am.

Celandine flower.

This demon scent releases prisoners from paintings

with a few strokes of the brush.

Does this come up often?

You'd be surprised.

Don't put me back.

- Just kill me. - Hey, no, no, no.

It's okay.

We won't hurt you.

Come on. Sit down.

You're free.

Thank you...

whoever, whatever you are.

I'm-I'm Jordan.

I'm just a run-of-the-mill guy who's been cursed

by the dying breath of a witch.

Seems you've got some more time.

Thank you.

Uh-uh. Not so fast, Jordy-poo.

A favor for a favor.

Not that.

Oh, please.

And nothing that hurts the Charmed Ones?

It's personal.

I need to get a message to someone.

Who?

My sister.

We could go back to the house, give Julian the potion

and be done with this.

That potion has potential consequences

we can't predict, Harry.

We have to convince Julian without magic, just science.

It's the only way to solve this madness.

Okay, let's assume Julian is telling the truth.

We know black amber didn't wake his sister. Then what did?

If I'm right, zolpidem.

Zolpidem?

Certain sedatives have an inverse reaction

in coma patients,

giving the illusion of lucidity.

You're saying his aunt...

Gave her Zolpidem to make Julian think she was getting better.

To justify what she was doing and ensure he'd keep going.

Well, that would make her quite the monster.

Well, we'll let science be the judge of that.

Take the rear. Down the hall, to the left.

Remember, I need her alive.

Rosemary led to Julian. Thank you.

Meaning, I held up my end of the bargain.

And we'll hold up ours.

What's that?

It's a potion.

Changes how you see yourself,

and in turn, how the world sees you.

It's a fresh start.

What happens after that is up to you.

Or you're lying.

We can't kill you.

You said so yourself.

I don't want to fight anymore, Jimmy.

Aren't you tired of all this?

- Dimitte ex carcere. - Dimitte ex carcere.

Catch.

Should only be another minute or so.

You know, I understand why Julian wanted to believe Viv.

Wouldn't it be nice

if magic was the answer to all our problems?

Macy, I'm...

I'm really sorry I-I asked Maggie to erase my feelings.

I know magic isn't the solution to us.

I don't want a solution to us, Harry.

I-I just want us.

Our feelings for each other... They inform our decisions

and yes, it might be complicated, but it's not wrong.

I know.

Oh, no.

We've been found. Time to orb out.

But-but I can't leave until I have these results.

Well, in a few moments, you won't be leaving at all.

They've got guns loaded with green goo.

That disables both of us.

Do not orb me.

Macy, you're not thinking clearly.

Neither are you.

This-this is the answer to everything.

If there's going to be an us, we have to leave.

Right now.

Come on.

Do it!

Zolpidem.

I'm sorry, Julian.

My entire life I always thought that magical creatures

were the enemy, except...

The enemy was in your own home.

Yeah.

Vivienne's been doing horrible things.

And you were her accomplice.

But you have the chance

to make things right, Julian.

Help us, before it's too late.

So Julian's really gonna help us stop her?

So he says. It's not gonna be easy.

Cruella De Viv's got a stockpile of money, manpower and magic.

Well, after today's emotional roller coaster,

I can say for a fact that

even magic has its limits.

Mm. Agreed.

But maybe there are some things magic can solve.

Do you think Jimmy's gonna be okay, Harry?

That the Clarion Potion will work?

♪ But I hear you... ♪

Well, I hope so.

For all of our sakes.

♪ Inside me ♪

♪ Hear me roar...

You all right, sir?

♪ I am the chosen... ♪

You all right, sir?

♪ This is your warning... ♪

My name's Jimmy.

I'm a good man.

♪ Never, never ♪

♪ Never die... ♪

I'm a good man.

Jimmy's a good man.

Let's get you somewhere safe, Jimmy.

Somewhere safe.

I heard about the breach. Do you need me to step in?

Not necessary. I'm handling it.

Now, where are we?

Talk about a leap for mankind.

No one else knows about this?

Just you.

Let's keep it that way.

Finally...

magic will belong to humans.

Magic will belong to us.

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