All language subtitles for Charmed.2018.S03E12.Spectral Healing.eng

Previously onCharmed... Maggie, you
still haven't told him how you feel?

Last time we got close, I
got zapped across the room.

Tell me about it. I am having
a long-distance relationship

with Ruby from five feet away.

The allergy's back.

What does this
mean for us, Harry?

Six feet apart for
the rest of our days?

What if we could
grow old together?

What are you talking
about, Harry?

I'm talking about becoming

mortal.

I remember now, the breeze...

I've felt this before.

Abby!

Jordan?

Anybody?

Come on.

Open, you wretched piece of...

You're gonna have to do
better than a glass of scotch

to get me to stay.

Sayonara, Tomb of Chaos.

No, no, no.

Damn you to hell.

Dear God, this is hell.

The Perfecti said
the allergy cannot

be cured, but I
refuse to give up, so

experiment number 267:

Titration of my
reconstituted DNA

with combined scrapings
from the monster symbols.

Experiment 267: Total failure.

Okay, well,
this person's been

married four times, three times
to blonde dental hygienists.

Think they have a type?

I would say so.

And considering his
mother was a dentist,

perfect candidate for
Dr. Lawrence's study

on how parental relationships
impact romantic partners.

Whew. Nine down. How many to go?

Only... 264.

But don't worry,
we have a whopping

three days to screen these.

I thought Dr. Lawrence
gave us both the internship

because he was equally
impressed by us.

Really it's because he
knew one person would be

buried under these files.
Okay, guys.

No, no, no, I got it.

Please, I can get this.

Mags, will you let
me buy you a coffee?

Because gender normative roles
say the guy always has to pay?

Sometimes a coffee
is just a coffee.

Right.

You're right. 'Cause it's
not like it's a date.

But speaking of dating

what's your story?

Here you go. Thank you.

Thank you.

I was engaged

to a demon.

I get that.

My ex-girlfriend was

a real witch.

Why do I doubt that?

So, are you, uh

seeing anybody right now?

Me?

Mm-hmm.

Uh...

Uh, I don't really know.

Well, until you do know

would you... want
to grab dinner?

Oh.

Uh... You okay?

I...

I-I-I just remembered

I have to...

I got to pick my sister up from

surgery.

Just minor. Oral.

Too much candy.

Um, I'll take these,
though, and then

I'll call you about the
rest, I promise.Mags...

Maggie, Maggie, wait...

Maggie.

Six days? That's
all I have to decide

if I want to become
fully human again?

According to this
codex you showed me.

Well, why can't you just
take away my powers,

like you did before?

That was only temporary.

And didn't give
you mortality, FYI.

There must be a way.

Oh, there is.

All you need is a soul donation

from James Westwell's
birth lineage.

That of a living
male descendant.

So, for this soul donation,

what exactly is involved?

Give me your hand.

Soul softeners.

They've been
calibrated specifically

to your genetic line.

Give your donor one pill
to loosen their soul.

Then dip this needle

into a drop of his blood.

We'll have the soul
sample that we need

to begin your journey.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Read

the fine print.

Remember

once you give up
your immortality,

you can never get it back.

This is forever.

So, the allergy is back?

I'm so sorry.

I was really looking forward
to the night we had planned.

Oh, we had plans.

If I'd known, I would've
told you to come home sooner.

It's Macy.

She wants to show me
something at home.

It's okay. Go.

I have some very expensive
lingerie to return.

Love you.

I found these letters
hidden in the attic.

Mom wrote to our future selves.

"To Mel, on her wedding day."

"To Maggie, on her
graduation day."

Look at this one.

"To all of my
girls, for when it's

too painful to be
near each other."

You think she had a
premonition about the allergy?

And how to fix it?

What else could it be, right?

Hmm, there's only

a few lines and then
the ink's faded.

Mom obviously knew something.

We just need time
to figure it out.

That's the one thing
I don't have... time.

Might I have a word?

Six days?

And you want our approval

to pursue your mortality?

I wouldn't be able to heal you.

Should the need arise.

We're the most
powerful witches out there.

We can take care of ourselves.

You sacrificed your life
and your happiness for us.

It's time for you to do you.

Harry.

You don't know what
this could do to you.

I want to explore this, Macy,
but I can't do it alone.

Okay.

Where we going, Har?

To England.

To see my son.

Hey, you all right?

Maggie, he's doing all of
this so we can be together.

But what happens if

it goes wrong and Harry
gets hurt? We-we don't know

all the risks or the side
effects of becoming mortal.

Well, that's his
decision to make.

He deserves his
own destiny, Mace.

I wish... wish I
could talk to her.

Yeah. Me too.

There's still so
much we don't know.

Never got to ask.

Like why I'm so screwed up when
it comes to men, for example.

You still having visions
of Antonio's abs?

Yes.

I can't tell if
it's my subconscious

trying to tell me
something or just

screwing with my head.

Doesn't help that
Jordan's been ghosting me.

Ghosting.

Wait, Maggie, that's it.

Ghosting.

Maybe we can talk to Mom.

Harry, did you
read the fine print

on these soul softener pills?

"May cause
constipation, dizziness,

"sudden hair loss, insomnia.

"Overdose could lead to...

Garbo-Psycho-Fanta-Mytosis"?

What in God's name is that?

I don't know, but it
sounds like we definitely

don't want to find out.

I'll be sure to
only give him one.

Here we are.

Last I checked,
Carter was living here

with his daughter, Jill.

Looks like they have company.

A lot of company.

Yes.

Harry, look.

It's Carter.

He's dead.

"" During the seance,
the Candle of Life serves

"as a conduit that allows
the spirit to travel

between the two realms."

The flame will burn red when
Mom's spirit is present.

Next, we need

a cherished item of the
spirit we intend to summon.

The box where she
kept her letters.

Okay.

Death and darkness,

life and Light,

raise the dead
and spirits right.

Burn, burn.

Come to the light.

Burn, burn. Come to the light.

Oh... Maggie? Are-are you okay?

: Maggie's
not here anymore.

Then who the hell are you?

Someone who needs you

to back the hell off!

Maggie?

What are you doing?

Ugh, you're one of those
uptight mom-types, aren't you?

Uptight mom... What
the hell, Maggie?

Um, the name is Daisy,
and if you're "so cool,"

you won't mind grabbing
me a cold beer.

Thanks, babe.

: No one will
be grabbing you anything,

young lady, you are 17.

:
Nice try, Dad, but

you can't tell me what to
do anymore. You're dead.

: I am
still your father.

Sorry. Teens, you know?

Wait, there-there are
two of you in there?

I'm Roger,

Daisy's father. We're, uh...

Ghosts.

You possessed my sister
during the seance.

It's nothing
personal. She was just

the first body we saw.

Well, the seance was supposed
to bring back our mother.

What are you two doing here?

Can't be much help
with that, either,

but I could get you a sweet
deal on a used Oldsmobile.

: Ugh, boring.

I just fell asleep

listening to that conversation.

Clearly, I need to be in charge.

Okay.

Well, stay put, all of you,

while I figure out what
the hell went wrong here.

No, you can't be.

I swear if you take one
more step, I'll kill you.

Now, now. Is that any way
to speak to your mother?

We-we followed this
spell to the letter.

I-I don't get why
Marisol didn't...

Who footnotes a spell?

"The-the spirit you
intend to contact

must be the first to
own the cherished item."

Hey. That's my recipe box.

You-you owned that?

: Well,
technically, it was mine,

but I gave it to Daise
for her birthday.

Damn. That's why you're here.

You were the first owner
of the cherished item.

"If uninvited spirits
appear, you must help them

"cross back over before
the candle burns out,

or they will be stuck in
the chosen vessel forever."

Ooh.

I could get used to this body.

Hang in there, Mags. I am
gonna get them out of you

and you out of wherever you are.

I hope.

I can't believe he's gone.

It looks like Carter led
a very accomplished life,

filled with friends and family
and people who loved him.

That's all anybody can hope for.

I wish I could have
been a part of it.

We should probably get going.

Oh, Georgie.

Please,

put those chocolates back.

You're not my mum!

You can't tell me what to do!

True, but

perhaps others might
like some as well.

Fine. Thank you.

Sorry about that.

His mum's a friend

of the family.

Dad was like an uncle to him.

I don't believe we've met.

Oh, I'm Mel.

And this is...

James.

I'm sorry, but you're
the spitting image

of my grandfather James. Uh...

It's uncanny.

Oh, uh...

I'm Harry.

A distant cousin by
marriage, thrice removed.

That explains the resemblance.

I'm Jill, Carter's youngest.

The resemblance
is really uncanny.

No, Georgie.

I wish you could just

wave a magic wand
and fix things.

So nice meeting you both.

You too, Jill.

Georgie, put that down.

I am so sorry, Harry. I know
this is a lot to process.

And now we should
really get going.

Harry. Is that...

The soul softeners.

They're gone.

Harry, we need to find those
pills before anybody else does.

: Agreed.

Did you hear me? I said get out.

You don't mean that. Yes, I do.

You screwed up, Tomb.

I'd rather spend eternity
alone in this place

than one night with her.

Do you really hate me that much?

Me hate you?

Oh, That's rich.

You spent years trying to
cast the demon out of me,

and when that didn't work,

you literally kicked
me out on the street.

You were so strong and clever.

I always knew you'd be okay.

I was 16.

Abigael, you know
I had my reasons.

Why focus on all of that?

Why not go back to
the way things were,

before all the
pain and ugliness?

Just like that?

Yes. Isn't that what you want?

Isn't that why you sent Jordan
to find your sister Waverly?

You want to be a part
of this family again.

You could have that.

Before Waverly was born,

do you remember how we'd curl up

in front of the fire and read

and pick flowers in the rain?

Come, my darling.

We have so much lost
time to make up for.

Mustard.

No, no. Ranch dressing.

Now will you tell me how I
can help you cross back over?

Shh.

This is the best part.

The moment before it
touches your lips.

Hey!

You can have your
precious sandwich back

after we sit down and talk.

What... You're just like him.

Always trying to tell me
what I can and can't do.

You know what? Roger,
if you're in there,

I could really use
some help right now.

: Sorry, She's
not the best listener.

I noticed.

: You two
are conspiring against me.

I knew it.

Well, I'm done,
with both of you.

Maggie?

Hello? Sorry for
just showing up.

I-I tried calling.

Mags. Hey.

You, uh, left your wallet.

Your ID had your address on it.

I promise I'm not stalking you.

Thanks.

Listen, uh...

I really hope I didn't make
things weird by asking you out.

Are you kidding? That
sounds totally rad.

I'd love to go out with you.

You would?

: You
know the rules.

No dating until you're 18.

Get out!

: Dad,
you ruin everything.

No. No.

My earring.

You're a saint.

My father gave me
these for my wedding.

Losing one today of all days

would have been too much.

Salty and sweet.Mmm.

Just like you, my gorgeous wife.

You know me so well,

my beautiful wife.

How long have you been married?

Three months.

It's kind of a miracle
we made it.

Between my father's decline,

and being long-distance
for almost two years.

Long-distance.

I get that.

How'd you get through it?

When you love someone,

the obstacles either
make you or break you.

Or we're actually
doomed and it'll be up

to that little
devil-spawn Georgie

to carry on the family line.

Uh, family line?

Harry,

Did you find the pills? Better.

I found a descendant. Georgie.

How can that be?

Ten years ago,
Carter had an affair

with Georgie's mother,
who was a family friend.

She didn't want her husband

to know that Georgie

wasn't his, so Carter
became Uncle Carter.

Well, that would make
Georgie Jill's half-brother

and my grandson.

The bottom line:
Georgie is a Westwell.

And the key to your mortality.

Georgie?

Wow. Dear God, the pills, Mel.

Georgie ate them.

He let you go?

Even the most hardened coppers

don't want to be
cursed by a witch.

No yawning.

This night is young.

I still have to crush you

in a game of gin rummy. Mm!

My favorite.Ooh...

Careful, Mum, I'm older and
wiser than when we used to play.

We'll see about that.

Where did you get that?

Oh, I just thought it'd be fun

to have a drink together, now
that you're older and wiser.

I'm not in the mood for scotch.

Don't be such a
stick in the mud.

I said I don't want it.

But you love gin rummy.

I'm not talking about the cards.

I'm talking about
this... All of this.

I may have let myself
be seduced for a moment,

but I see what you're doing.

Sit down, Abigael.

Now.

All you had to do was be a good
little witch, but you refused.

Especially
once Waverly was born.

You never even let me hold her.

Because I knew

that vile darkness within
you would come out.

And sure enough,

you snuck in her room and
almost burned her alive

with those filthy
fingers of fire.

That's why I sent you away.

It wasn't on purpose, Mummy.

I didn't mean to. I didn't
understand what was happening.

If you want to please
Mummy, you will do as I ask.

Go to hell.

You're staying, one
way or the other.

You can do it the easy way

and live in happiness,

or the hard way.

Mummy, please.
Not the crate.Yes.

Just like when you were a child.

There is no choice.

Go on.

Please, Mummy.

Please, don't!

Daisy? Roger? Where are you?

Is your friend okay?

He's out cold on the couch,
but I-I think he'll be okay.

Now, look,

there's a reason you
and your dad are here,

and-and we just need to
get to the bottom of it

before anyone else gets hurt.

I just wanted to go to prom.

With Danny Densmore.

The love of my life.

Your dad didn't let you go?

I snuck out anyway.

Dad found out.

He showed up before Danny and
I even got to have one dance.

We fought in the
car on the way home.

A drunk driver swerved and

that was the end for both of us.

I'm-I'm so sorry.

: Broke my
heart when Daisy's mom died.

Couldn't bear the thought
of losing her, too.

But you stopped Daisy

from having relationships

and experiences because
you were afraid.

We have to live and love

and make our own mistakes.

That's what life is all about.

If I could do it again,

you'd have that dance.

I'm so sorry, Daisy.

: I
forgive you, Dad.

Dad's gone.

He's at peace.

Because you released him.

Who will release me?

Maybe I can help with that.

Apparently, George's soul

has detached from his body.

Uh, how do we reattach it?

Feed it what it wants most.

Which is what?

It doesn't say.

Oh, no, but we don't
have much time.

It says here that once
the soul detaches,

there's a two-stage process.

The first is indulgence.

That makes sense.

We watched him go from
cookies to tea cakes

to chocolate fondue.

And the second stage
is retribution.

He'll kill and devour
every living thing

he perceives as
having wronged him.

But who would Georgie
want revenge against?

You're not my mum.

Jill.

Of course. Jill.

There she is. But
where's Georgie?

I've never understood
this funeral tradition.

Harry.

Look.

So, how exactly did
this happen, again?

Hmm. Well, we have
been remodeling,

and you tripped on a...
on a loose floorboard.

Really banged your head.

Wait, so Maggie wasn't
screaming at me?

No.

Must have been a dream.
My head is just so foggy.

Well, I-I think I
know just the thing

to make you feel better.

Is this still a dream?

Yeah. Just go with it.

Would you like to dance with me?

This dream is epic.

Thank you.

Whoa.

Freud would have a
field day with this.

Just go back to sleep.

Aren't I already aslee...

Sorry, I had to ditch
the prom attire.

Polyester was giving me a rash.

Antonio's sleeping
it off downstairs.

Hey, I'm sorry you had to go
through all that for nothing.

I was really hoping
to talk to Mom.

Figure out what she knew

about the allergy.

Why is it always back
to square one in between

fighting monsters and ghosts

possessing our bodies?

The candle.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Not again.

:
Sorry I'm late, honey.

I had to wait till Roger
and Daisy left the building.

M-Marisol?

I'm so terribly sorry.

Please excuse me, I'm so sorry.

Not cool, Georgie.

Really not cool.

So what just
happened? Thank you.

Knot of one, thy power undone.

:
How can I help, honey?

You wrote something in a letter

for when it's too painful
to be near each other.

You had a premonition
about our allergy.

Oh, sweetie, I'm afraid not.

It doesn't take clairvoyance to
know that sisters will fight.

That was just a bit
of motherly advice.

Is there anything else
you want to talk about?

Perhaps Harry?

He-he wants to give
up his immortality

so we can be together.

Live a full life.

And it's dangerous
on many levels.

I know that.

But I think he's right.

There's no end in sight,

and it would be so nice
to be with each other

like a real couple.

Nothing you face together
will ever be worse

than a lifetime apart.

This I know firsthand.

Now, tell your
sisters I love them.

Tell Maggie to stop worrying,

follow her heart.

She knows what she wants.

Who she wants.

Okay.

I love you, Macy.

Always have, always will.

I love you, too, Mom.

Goodbye, girls.

We've
got the soul sample,

but we still don"t know
what he wants, Harry.

There's nothing this little
terror wants more than sweets.

We fed him dozens already,

and he's still like this.

There has to be something else.

Hey, that is a family
heirloom, you little jerk.

Family.

He doesn't need food.

He needs family.

Georgie, you've lost someone who
mattered a great deal to you.

Your Uncle Carter.

I'm so sorry no one
is acknowledging that.

I know how much you're
hurting because,

well, I'm hurting, too.

But it's okay to be sad.

Now, perhaps we can be
there for each other.

All right?

Knot of three, return to thee.

Nudo de dos, escuchanos.

Uncle Carter's... gone.

Yes.

Yes, he is.

Everything all right?

I think someone is grieving

the loss of his... uncle.

I think we're all grieving.

Georgie

why don"t we take a walk?

We can miss Carter together.

Thank you, Mel,

Harry,

for your kindness.

Thanks...

Uncle Harry.

Sorry for falling
asleep in that chair.

That bang on the head
really messed with me.

It's no problem.

You probably had some
weird dreams, too.

A concussion will
do that to you.

Maggie, I'm really
sorry if I spooked you

by asking you out.

I don't want things
to be uncomfortable.

No. It was sweet,

and I really appreciate it.

But that person that's

the "I don't know" guy...

I think I do know
that's what I want.

I'm glad you got clarity.

Should we finish those
applications tomorrow?

You bet.

I was just coming to find you.

I was just coming to find you.

Macy, I realized...
Harry, I have a...

Sorry. You go first.

No, you-you go. Please.

I set off on this whole

mortality journey
because I thought

I just wanted to be
with you. But what

I realized today is that I
actually want so much more.

What-what... More?

I want a full life
with you, Macy.

And all the wonderful
things that come with it.

Christmas mornings, sunsets
and pancakes for dinner.

Birthdays.

Yeah, birthdays
and scraped knees

and high school graduations.

And more than anything,
I want to fill my life,

however long it is

with love

and family and memories.

And I can't do any of
that unless I start aging,

so we can grow old

and create those
memories together.

So, what were you gonna say?

Um...

That.

Harry, I...

I was gonna say exactly that.

Oh.

I've been keeping a secret.

Ok-Okay.

And I wanted to tell you,

but it never felt
like the right time.

And then I went to
this wake in England,

and I met this awesome couple
who reminded me so much of us.

And then I realized

our window isn't closed yet.

And even if it did close,

And even if it did close,

there's no reason we can't
open up a new window.

Um, Mel, why are we
talking about windows?

Oh, I'm sorry. I get
really into metaphors.

I guess what I am
trying to say is...

I love you.

I do. I love you.

That's it.

No, I don"t mean "that's it"
like it's not a big deal.

It's a huge deal.

And so are my feelings.

And I'm just wondering

why you're not saying anything.

And what the hell
you're looking at.

I'm-I'm memorizing every
detail of this moment.

The sounds,

the air.

The look on your face.

I want to remember

every bit of it.

And-and just so you know,
it couldn't be more right.

I love you, too, Mel.

Hey, Mace.

Hey, Swan.

Long time no see. What's up?

Um, has anyone seen Jordan?

No, he hasn"t been
here for a few days.

Had to cancel several
of his classes.

Oh, that's not like him.

I just figured he went somewhere

with that hot British lady.

What did he say her
name was? Um, Allison.

No. Am-Amanda.

Abigael?

Abby? Where are you?

Hello?

Jordan?

Is anyone home?

Oh, my God.

They're in the Tomb.

Please.

I'll do anything to be let out.

Oh.

Oh, thank you, Mummy,
I promise I'll...