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Previously, on
"Charmed"...

Jordan is cursed

by the dying breath

of a witch.

Jordan Chase must suffer

for the sins of his forebears.

Lawrence
Mortimer Chase, also known

as the Witchfinder General.

You've been trying

to kill yourself
in your sleep.

That's when my
demon form seems to take over.

Now there's no stopping me.

I thought you
brought me here for my ideas,

but I-I get it now,
you-you just needed

a-a pretty, Black-enough face

to front your faux-woke
crisis management campaign.

You take one more step
towards me

and I'll call security
to report this threat.

These prehistoric symbols
on the stone tablet have something

to do with your allergy.

The other half of the tablet.

And perhaps the answer

to everything.

"This tablet is forged
with magic

for those who are perfect
to move time and space."

What the hell does that mean?

Not exactly helpful
in determining

the origins of the tomb.

Or solving our allergy.
Why-why does it feel like

every time we
make progress...?

One step forward...

Two steps back.

Get hit in the head,
fall forward.

Macy, I'm sorry.

- It's not your fault, Harry.
- You've had a rough few days,

- with the Shea board...
- Just forget it. It-It's fine.

No, it's not fine.
The way they treated you...

Harry, drop it, please.

I really need
to move on.

Now...

what else do we have
to work with here?

So...

this passage here
is written in an entirely...

different language,

one that's been functionally
extinct for centuries.

An ancient demonic language.

Meaning we'll need
a demon translator.

Why does every damn thing
lead back to Abigael Caine?

Frankly, I'm not even sure
Abby will help,

after Mel
almost vanquished her.

Well, do your best.

Or worst.

What, you're not coming?

I'd-I'd rather stick a hot poker
in my eye.

Maybe both eyes.

I'm fine. Really.

Go.

Yo.

Macy.
Mags here?

She's expecting me.

Oh, uh...
no, no.

I think she's at school.

- Mind if I wait?
- Sure.

She offered to help me
with some Tulipe research.

I'm trying to figure out how
to finally end this C-U-R-S-E.

No amount of balancing
the scales ever s...

Sorry.

Still not used to that.

You've got to be
more careful, Jordan.

Uh, everything okay
with you?

What? Yes? Why does everyone
keep asking me if I'm okay?

Really?
What now?

What the hell?

!En sus pensamientos!

Macy, look out!

What-What's happening?

*CHARMED *
Season 03 Episode 09

Episode Title: "No Hablo Brujeria"
Aired on: April 11, 2021

So I show up
at the psych clinic,

I figure I'd get
some volunteer hours in,

you know, impress Dr. Lawrence,
but you'll never guess

who else was there.

Does it rhyme with Mantonio?

Yes.

Everyone was fawning
all over him, and then

my first intake was a client
who only spoke Spanish.

Oh, but you're not fluent.

Exactly.
I don't know what's worse.

The fact that they just assumed
I spoke Spanish

or that Antonio
actually does

and swooped in
to save the day.

Anyways,
how was your morning?

Well, I just got word
that the department

is doing a conference
on intersectionality,

and I'm supposed
to give the keynote.

Which you'll kill.

Or it'll kill me.

The speakers list is a
who's who of academia

and me.

This is my first real chance
to prove myself,

and I feel like a...
total imposter?

Of the highest order.

That's weird.

Jordan texted me that he was
waiting for me here, like,

20 minutes ago.

Maybe he just went
or a walk.

I have no idea
where we are.

Um, I do.

This...

This is,
this is my high school.

What?

I mean, it is, but it...

it isn't, because
my high school was shut down

due to mold infestation
the year after I graduated.

Out of the way, Chase.

David Esposito.

He tortured me
most of freshman year.

Before my growth spurt,
I was five-six.

Great.

We've ended up in
some magical realm

based on your life
because you jumped in front of me.

Sorry.
It was instinct.

Forgive me for trying
to protect you.

Great.

Where are you going?

To look for a way out.

I'd be delighted
to help with your ancient

demon translation,
dear Harold,

but first a drink.

You must try this whiskey.
Very rare.

Picked it up
at a charity auction.

"Dear Harold,"
"delighted to help,"

"charity auction"?
Who are you,

and what have you done
with Abigael the Abominable?

She's turning over
a new leaf.

That wouldn't happen
to have anything

to do with your demon form
trying to kill you, would it?

All right, let's have a look.

Can you translate it?

No, this is ancient.

There's only one demon I know of

who will know what to do
with that.

I sense a "but" coming.

But he's notoriously violent.

Fenric the Vile,
exiled to a compound

in the Hunan province
for trying to depose

- the Demon Overlord.
- As in, you?

No, this was centuries
before my time.

But tales
of his bloody coup

are known by all demons.

Notoriously violent
by demon standards?

No, thanks.
I'll find another way.

Harry,

I've come to believe

my demon form
is some kind of reckoning.

I-I've done terrible things,

and redemption
may be my only salvation.

I'll take you to Fenric,

get you your translation...

...and make sure
he doesn't extract

your spleen and eat it.

Which he was known
to do.

Mace?

Jordan?

Mags.

Someone's been here.

Step back and put
your hands where we can see them.

Move slowly
and drop the book.

Frena el tigre,
salva la selva.

- Don't get up.
- Who are you

and what are you doing
in our attic?

Please, Maggie, Mel...

...don't hurt me.

I'm your cousin.

Josefina Reyes.

Nice
to finally meet you.

You're our cousin?
Technically second cousin,

but feel free to treat me
like a first.

If you are
who you say you are.

My mother Marisa is
the daughter of Abuela Fabiola,

who's sister
to your Abuela Julie.

So, either I'm very good
at online ancestry

or... I'm exactamente
who I say I am.

Then how come
we've never heard of you?

You probably remember me
by my deadname.

I was assigned male
at birth,

but that was just
a biological mix-up.

I've always known
who I am,

especially because I can
do spells and...

it's only a matter of time
before my poder mágico presents.

So, you're a witch?

And a burglar, apparently.

You do know there
are other ways

to make a first
impression?

Like, say,
ringing the doorbell?

Given our family's history,

I wasn't sure I'd be welcomed
with open arms.

What?

Come on, coz.

Your mother abandoned the family
in Puerto Rico and took off.

She didn't abandon
anyone.

And she didn't take off.

She got a full scholarship
to college.

And stole the family grimoire.

The Book of Shadows?

It belongs
to my family.

I'm here
to get it back.

You better sit down.

What are we looking for,
exactly?

A way out.
A portal. A rift.

Something unusual that doesn't
belong in the space.

Whoa.

Trisha Cullen.

She was my everything
from sophomore year,

until she cheated on me
with Ken Justman.

What?

It's weird,
I-I know so little about you.

Hard to get to know someone
when you bite their head off

just for asking
if you're okay.

I'm sorry, it's been
a rough few days.

Now we're here, in your
high school memory realm.

I don't have the
bandwidth for this.

Yeah. Maggie told me what
happened with the Shea board.

I'm over it. Moving on.

Macy.

That the kind of unusual
you talking about?

It's something,
which is better than nothing.

Prepare for anything.

Positively quaint.

Ah...

Welcome.

Don't move a muscle.

Ooh... fire.

Excellent.

I was just about
to make a pot of tea.

Oh, uh, mind giving me
a light?

Aah!

Whoa.

Overlord Abigael Caine,

I presume.

Even out here, I'm able
to keep up with the news.

You're Fenric the Vile?

Oh...

a hundred human
lifetimes ago.

I take it...

you didn't travel all this way
for warm drink and chat?

I need you
to translate this.

Hmm.

Oh... that's old.

But I'm older

and thus can help.

Depending on

what I get for my troubles.

You get to keep
your odd head

attached to your
decrepit body.

Now...

let's see
why you're really here.

Uh, the good news...

I think this is
a pretty rudimentary spell.

All we need to do is find the
two keys, and we're out of here.

And the bad news?

The heat we're feeling.

I think it's because
the spell's unstable.

Could collapse at any moment.

If that happens,
we go up in flames.

I think I can flip us
back to good news.

I know where
one of the keys is.

Yah!

Ah...

The last Whitelighter

and the Demon Overlord.

Quite a pair.

How dare you invade
my mind?!

I had to be sure
you meant me no harm.

I didn't before.
I do now.

Abby, no!

Why are you not frightened?

Because...

...killing me is illogical.

He wouldn't get
his translation,

and you wouldn't get relief

from your...

demon form.

How do you do it?

Control that side of you?

Our demon form
is triggered by...

our rage,

which you have
in surplus.

I've dampened
mine with study

and meditation.

Something I could teach you,

if you let me return
from exile.

Well, you seem to have mended
your ways.

It's a deal.

Then,
I'll get to work.

There's something
wrong here.

There's no way the most
vicious demon in history

just taught himself
to be good.

- How do you know that?
- Harry,

there's certain things
one knows

that transcend reason.

Demons aren't
patient creatures.

He's lying about something,

and we're gonna figure out
what it is.

So, I used all my money,

savings from my quince,
to buy a plane ticket,

and The Book of
Shadows is... gone?

How do I know
you're not lying to me?

Why would we do that?

Kind of
how your family works.

You know what?

Enough.

- Time to go.
- Ay, no.

I'm not going anywhere
without the Book.

A book we don't have!

That's a you problem.

So, either you find a way
to produce The Book of Shadows,

or...

I'm not giving you back your
other sister and her friend.

Macy?

And Jordan?

What have you done
with them?

Locked them up tight.

And they're not coming out
until I get what I came for.

Yo, Trish.

Can we talk?

Jord!

Can you spot me a 20?

- I left my wallet at home again.
- Uh-huh.

Uh, she's not real,

so I'll just take the key.

Whoa, she can't see you.

Who can't see what?
Great.

We're in your
magical realm,

so I'm invisible to
everyone but you. Jord.

Um, yes, yeah, uh...

You're not actually
giving her money?

Also, I'm gonna need a ride
from the outlets.

Me, Zoe, and Julia are
going Halloween shopping.

I know, in March, but...

Julia's trying
to stay sober,

and me and Zoe are like,

"Whatever keeps her
off drugs."

Don't get judgy.
She had her moments.

Yo, you know, Trish,

where'd you get that necklace?
It's pretty unusual.

No, it's not.
That other guy had it, too.

Someone else has
that necklace?

- With a key hanging from it?
- Yeah.

Some dude in a hat
and weird clothes.

I saw him near
the auditorium.

Uh...

You know, probably
shouldn't wear something

that comes in duplicates,
right?

I mean, you are an original.

I guess
it was kind of tacky.

Are you gonna buy me
something nice to replace it?

You know it.

Thanks.

- You went out with this girl for how long?
- Too long.

How did you not
know you deserve better?

Ah, water off
a duck's back.

"Water off a duck's back."
Don't you ever get angry?

Only when people sucker-
punch me in the nose

when I'm giving them
boxing lessons.

Well, that was one time.

Because I had to steal
your ring

- to figure out if you were evil.
- Uh-huh.

Well, that was
a serious punch.

It's definitely getting hotter
in here. I'm boiling now.

Is that a helicopter?

Where the hell are we now?

Paktia Province.

Last place I was stationed
in Afghanistan.

Wha-What's the matter?

That's Mateen.

My translator.

Where is he now?
What happened to him?

He's dead.

'Cause of me.

Okay.

I am not playing, Josefina.

You need to tell me
what you did.

Just a tiny brujería spell.

"En sus pensamientos."

In your thoughts.

Which does what exactly?

It's a container spell,

where the person is trapped with
whatever's in their head,

until they work it out
or the caster releases them.

Which the caster is going to do
right this moment.

Look.

Mel has been recreating
The Book of Shadows,

and we can't let you
take it, but...

I am sure Mel
would let you...

look at it.

Right, Mel?

Fine.

After Macy and Jordan

are out of that bag.

Okay.

But don't try to cross me.

Ow!

What the...?

- That's hotter than hell.
- What's happening?

I don't know.
I-It shouldn't be like that.

Unless someone in the container
is cursed.

But I...

Wait, what...

What happens if someone
in the spell is cursed?

The spell becomes...

...destabilized.

And the people inside...

die.

First rule of being a witch:

Do not use spells
you don't understand

on innocent people.

I'm sorry.

How was I supposed to know
the dude was cursed?

Yeah, well,
playtime is over.

Get Macy and Jordan
out of the bag.

Now.
I can't.

In this state,

it-it could destabilize

and burst into flames
or something.

It's not my fault.
I'm-I'm self-taught.

Okay, so then,

call your family,
ask them for help.

I can't!

They kicked me out.

It's why I came looking
for The Book of Shadows.

They were totally fine
with my transition, but...

when I suggested I would get
my witch powers, well...

"Only biological women
can have powers," they said.

So I taught myself

as much as I could,
potion-wise,

with no help from my mother
or abuelita.

I'm so sorry.

Me, too.

I need The Book of Shadows

to get my powers
and show them they're wrong.

Okay.

Start from the beginning.

If Jordan wasn't cursed,

how would you get
him and Macy out?

I'd make a poultice
using herbs,

um, ground up feet
from a nesting bird

and rehydrated offal.

Offal?

Intestines.

Usually from a cow or pig.

Normally soaked in bile.

Sounds like black magic.

It's not!

Brujería wasn't stigmatized
until colonization.

When the Spanish conquered
the Aztecs and the Taínos,

they called our magic evil.

But it's the basis
for Western magic,

including yours.

Uh, the bag looks like

it's going to burst
into flames. Uh...

Um... We need ice.

Uh, I'll get it.

Why didn't Mom ever tell us

about the other side
of our family?

She must have
had a reason.

For never contacting
our Puerto Rican relatives?

What could that even be?
I don't understand.

Mom never told us
we were witches.

Bound our powers.

What if there's even more
that we don't know?

Oh, no. Uh... Josefina!

Ow.

Ow!

There has to be a spell

in The Book of Elders
in the command center.

You're bailing on brujería?

We don't have a choice.

We're running out of time.

We have to stick
with what we know.

Abby, you're out
of control. Stop.

You're going to screw
this up for both of us.

Back away, Harold.
I know what I know.

Oh, of course.
You'd prefer a pill or a device,

any shortcut that gets you
out of doing the work.

Nothing ever changes.

Including you.

You're an incorrigible,
selfish narcissist.

Oh, and what of you?

Here you are,
hat in hand once again.

Asking for my help
so you can be with Macy.

Solve the allergy.
You have no problem...

No, we don't know
what it does...

Are you...

all right?

Yes. But do you feel...

funny?

Not funny, but...

Numb.

Try something.

Place this near my face.

I can feel the heat

but no panic,
no worry.

No negative emotions.

Just a palpable imperative

to politely ask you
to put down the poker.

I knew it.

This amulet...

It's a shortcut.

How he...

replaced his anger with...

...pure logic.

You were right.

This would be an ideal time
to feel an emotion,

because I suspect
I'd be thrilled.

Wow.
This is all yours?

It's a long story.

Um, what are you thinking?

I got a couple spells
that might work.

I just need a few minutes
to go through my notes.

Don't know if
you have that long.

The bolsita is melting.

Mateen!

Jordan, where
are you going?

We need to find the
guy with the hat,

get the key
and go home.

I'm afraid this whole realm
is burning up and so are we.

Mateen!

Corporal Chase.

Thank you for helping me
get my green card.

I am forever
in your debt.

Mateen, you can't get in there.

But I must.
It's my job.

One last mission
and I'm off to my new life.

But you won't...
you won't make it, Mateen.

You get killed on this mission.

Mateen.

Please. No, no, no.

No, no. Mateen.

Mateen, please.

Mateen, don't go.
Please.

Mateen!

Jordan...

Jordan, I'm so sorry.

But we're not gonna get
out of here alive

unless we find that...

other...

Man with the hat.

With the weird
clothes.

Who the hell is that guy?

I thought everyone here was
from my past.

He is.

That man's responsible
for your curse.

The Witchfinder General.

Guys, we need to find a solution

in the next
five minutes,

or this bag is going
to collapse.

What if
the answer

isn't a single form of magic,
but more of a...

a-a combo platter?

- Mel, remember "Walls of Steel"?
- Mm-hmm.

It's a fortification spell.

It might stabilize the bag.

Give them a little
more time to get out.

But there was that last part
that we couldn't figure out.

What if that's...

Brujería?

Show it to me.

Desperation.

Yes.

That's how I'd describe
my emotion this morning.

Desperate that I couldn't
understand what it was

that Macy had been through.

So, to solve the allergy
would be to solve something.

Give you a sense of intimacy
you feel you've lost.

Yes. But...

the more I try
to understand her...

the further away she gets.

Ah.

I see.

You found the amulet.

I knew that speech
about meditation was bollocks.

You tell people
you're enlightened,

but it's a trick;
You're a fraud.

Oh, no, no.
It's not a trick.

It's a solution:

A chance
to achieve

what I couldn't accomplish
centuries ago.

Becoming
the Demon Overlord.

Kill her and
the translation is yours.

Okay, see this part?

It says "bone" and "morapio."

That's a rough
translation for... "plonk."

Um...

- Like... cheap wine?
- Guys...

less plonk, more hurrying.

Yes, right. Um...

So, what would we need?

Uh, like, a pork chop bone
and a glass of peach schnapps.

And then we can cast the spell?

What is it?

I screwed up the last spell.

What if I screw
this one up, too?

Look, we need to keep that bag
intact, give them more time

to figure out how to get out.

But if we're gonna do
a combo spell,

we need you for the brujería.

I know, but what
if my family's right? That...

maybe I can do
potions and spells,

but I'll never find
my power, that...

I'm not a real witch?

Look, I get it.

I do.

You look
into other people's eyes

and see their doubt, and it...

it starts
to make you doubt yourself.

Like...

I'm an imposter.

Other people don't tell us
who we are, Josefina...

unless we let them.

We have to find
the Witchfinder General.

Where's the auditorium?

I don't... I don't know.
I'm sorry, I can't...

The heat, the smoke.

You know what? This is crazy.

I can't do this.
There's got to be another way.

There's not.

And we're running out of time
here. Where are you going?

Macy!

See? There's nothing here.
Let's just go.

Jordan,

what are you running from?

You don't want
to confront him.

The same way you
didn't want to confront Trisha

- for cheating, or the class bully.
- What?

What the hell
are you getting at?

Why don't you let yourself
get angry, Jordan?

I mean, you...
you say you did,

when I sucker-punched you,
but really,

that was mild
annoyance at most.

You don't think I'm angry?

I'm cursed with a burden
I don't deserve.

Yeah.

I don't get
to make a mistake.

No, you don't.

I have to be exceptional
all the damn time.

- It's infuriating, isn't it?
- Whoa,

you want me to rage out,

get so mad that
I smash things!

Is that what you want?

No.

I want you to believe
you have the right to.

The burden
you're carrying is too big.

For both of us.

Give it here.

That doesn't belong
to you, Mr. Chase.

It does
now. Where's the rest of it?

I'll never tell you.

None of us will.

Then you and your coven
can burn.

I'll find what I need
in the ashes. Take her!

- Take all of them.
- That's her,

the witch
who put the curse on me.

Jordan!

Save me.

This is how you balance
the scales of justice.

Do it.

She's holding back
the demon world.

It's not in my self-interest.

Ah, but it is.

With her gone,

I can bring
peace and logic

to the demon world.

Why not do it yourself?

The demon world

would not look kindly upon me.

It's more efficient

if it's you.

He's right, Harry.

Fenric will give you
the translation,

so you won't
need me anymore.

And if this is what it takes
to stop my demon form

from torturing me, so be it.

But you'd be vanquished.

Gone forever.

A fact in death
I wouldn't know.

Besides, a life
that's all logic?

It's not for me.

What's drink without joy?

What's sex without release?

You should do it.
I'm ready.

Your assumption that logical
demons are peaceful is flawed.

You still desire the throne
enough to ask me to kill her.

How long before
you can convince demons

to do anything?

You haven't solved

a thing.

Emotion
without logic

is dangerous...

...but logic
without emotion is...

...maybe worse.

How long does it last?

This feeling?

A few hours.

The translation.
Thank you very much.

If you think

you can kill me...

...you should think again.

We're going to do
something worse.

Leave you
just as you are.

No...!

Hey!

Get your damn hands off of her.

Who the hell are you?

Your great-great-great
by several generations grandson.

And I'm here to stop
what you started.

Really? Because you're badly
outnumbered, son.

My powers
are useless here,

Jordan, just-just
grab the key.

Walls of steel, floor of stone.

Build the core,
hold the dome.

Jordan, grab the key.

Thank you very much.

This is your chance
to end your curse.

All the men in my family

have died young.

Innocent men
who had to shoulder

the burden
that was not theirs.

What are you doing?

Finish him and be free.

What happened to you
was a horror.

But violence begets violence.

You cursing my family

was an act borne of desperation.

I understand that.

But that's history.

I can't change the past.

But I can change the future.

That is how I choose
to balance the scales.

Wow.

You don't think you can stay?

Finish that drink?

Thank you
for this.

You were right.

The amulet,
it wasn't a magic pill,

it didn't take away
the evil impulses.

They just resurfaced
in a different form.

If you do the work, there may
be a way to free yourself.

But there are no shortcuts
to redemption.

♪ It isn't right ♪

♪ Far too many fallen ♪

♪ They say it's in the name... ♪

Got to ask,
what did Florence say

when she whispered
in your ear?

She, um...
released me.

To tequila that's really...

Exceptional.

A word I have
really come to dread.

♪ Would you stand for me? ♪

- ♪ Everybody... ♪
- Ugh.

Don't take offense, just...

make 'em feel comfortable,
rise above it,

just... be exceptional
while you do it.

And, uh, and most of all,
don't try to explain

why it's not fair, 'cause now
you're just making excuses.

And what do you have
to complain about anyway?

You're
one of the good ones.

But...
the moment you slip up,

we're sending you
to the back of the line.

It's nice
to have a friend

where I-I don't have
to explain.

♪ Won't give up the fight... ♪

So...

♪ No... ♪

...are we gonna be friends now?

I think so.

Wait, wait, no.

♪ For you ♪

♪ Would you stand for me? ♪

♪ Everybody deserves... ♪

Jordan...

♪ I would lend a hand to you ♪

♪ Would you lend a hand... ♪

Your curse, it...
it's over.

♪ Deserves to be free... ♪

Yeah, but the struggle
continues.

♪ If you feel like I do ♪

That it does.

♪ Stand with me... ♪

I hope Macy's not too pissed.

Oh, she's not.

Stuff like this happens to us
all of the time.

♪ Feel like I do... ♪

So, where are
you headed next?

Home.

To explain
and probably get lectured

on how they were all
right and I was loca.

♪ Stand with me... ♪

You could stay.

♪ Think it's a shame... ♪

We could help you

figure out how to manifest
your power.

Really?

Sorry, I don't want to be

some pain-in-the-ass burden
or something.

You wouldn't be.

We have
a lot of catching up to do.

And I could
really use someone

to help me brush up
on my Spanish.

♪ Everybody ♪

♪ Deserves to be free. ♪

You get the translation?

Hi.

Yes.

I finally understand...

...that I will never understand.

Macy, I'm so sorry
I kept pushing you

to talk about
what happened,

understand what
you've been through.

But I realize now
facts don't matter,

because I will never understand
what it's like

to walk in your shoes,

and for you to have to try
and explain it to me...

Is exhausting.

You understanding
that much

means the world to me.

Well, now that
we've translated each other...

...would you mind
doing the honors with the Latin?

I'll do
the demonic translation.

Uh... "This tablet
is forged with magic

for those who are perfect
to move time and space."

Nang froh lee

bit dang kroo.

Wow.

Are those...

Scorpions.

Lots of them.

What the hell
have we unleashed?

Chaos.

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