Charmed

Previously on "Charmed"...

Who the hell invited him?

It's a portal! But you need to jump!

Where on earth are we?

Welcome to the command center.

Why would the Elders put

a portal in a closet to SafeSpace Seattle

and take away our powers?

Macy seems to have retained

her demon capabilities.

This map is a monitoring system for witches.

Two red lights. Two dead witches.

The witch board must be an alarm system.

So we can't ever go home?

The house... It went through the portal, too.

It's bound to you forever.

It's not safe while that demon-like assassin

- is still out there. - Did you get a good look at him?

No. He was cloaked.

Macy.

Harry.

You scared me.

You happy to see me?

Uh...

What... what are you doing here?

What do you want?

For us to be together.

That's what I want.

We can't.

Oh...

But we must.

It's our destiny, Macy.

Can't you feel it?

But first, you need to tell me where you are.

Tell me where you are.

You need to tell me where you are.

Tell me where you are.

The assassin.

He shot me with some sort of dart.

The assassin must have been here.

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Oh, no.

Harry?

- Oh. - What are you doing?

Oh, I couldn't sleep.

I thought I could perhaps find

some clue left by the assassin

as to who or...

...what he might be.

Any luck?

No. No, not yet.

And you?

You couldn't sleep?

No.

But I did find something.

What's that?

Another victim.

Oh, my God.

"Rest in Peace, Maggie Vera"?

What are you doing?

It's 5:00 a.m.

We've got no powers,

no money, no "Book of Shadows",

and a crazed assassin who wants to kill us.

Well, he's too late.

What?

We're dead, Mel.

I mean, everyone thinks we're dead.

That we burned in a house fire. Look.

Kappa's even holding a vigil for me.

- Are you nuts? - What are you doing!

Dead girls don't text.

They don't call. They don't use social media.

It's not like I'm commenting.

No one can know we're alive

or where we are, or it's just a matter of time

before that assassin tracks us down.

Mel. Maggie.

We have our first mission.

I'm visiting my aunt in Vermont tomorrow,

so it's finally time to answer the age-old question:

Am I a vest person?

No road trip is complete without...

...a cheese puff challenge!

She's a witch.

Went missing yesterday right before the attack on the B&B.

Police have issued a missing persons report.

Vermont state police are investigating

the brutal murder of two women

who own the historic Mary's Magickal Inn in Eden.

Details are few,

but police are also looking into the disappearance

of their 18-year-old niece Layla Chapman

who is reported to be staying with them at the inn.

Layla was last seen at a gas station

a mile from the crime scene with this unidentified man

and is believed to be in extreme danger.

Oh, no.

That's that big-ass demon from Vermont.

Haven't you heard?

There's a war going on.

We're comin' for you...

Witches!

He said, "There's a war going on",

and they're coming for us.

Let me try something.

That "7" on the back, maybe it means something?

What-what are you doing?

Reverse image search. Obvi.

O-Obvi.

Obvi.

Got it. The Seventh Circle.

An old industrial nightclub

30 miles south of Portland

- in Colton, Oregon. - The assassin could be

- behind all of this. - We need to get

to the witch board, find Layla,

before it's too late.

- _ - Seriously?

Of all the days.

Harry, can't you just orb through the door and let us in?

Ever since I extracted that poison from Macy,

my orbing's been wonky.

Define "wonky".

Oh. Yeah, that's wonky.

Exactly. Yes, I can't even travel from here to there.

Well, we can't just wait around for this place to open.

If she's in Colton, it's-it's only a few hours away.

We go the old-fashioned way.

Road trip.

- I'm in. - Well, actually, Mel,

perhaps it's best if you and Maggie stay here.

- What? - Why?

You have no powers. You're...

What, dead weight?

Defenseless.

Macy has some firepower.

I can heal her if anything goes wrong.

But the command center, that's the safest place

for you both right now.

He's right, Mel.

We're a liability.

Fine.

Now, how exactly did you imagine

we'd get on the road for this trip?

Depends.

How much cash do we have?

Honestly, I don't know how people lived before cell phones.

Even though I did.

Thanks for driving. By the way.

I find the right side of the road to be utterly barbaric.

Of course. Whatever gets us to Layla.

Macy, have I done something wrong?

No.

No.

Why?

You just seem...

Nervous.

We can't.

Uh, how about some music?

A liability?

I have spent the past year

trying to be anything but.

I'm sorry, Mel.

But sometimes it's okay to be on the "B" team.

I am not "B" team.

I'm "A" team.

A-minus at worst.

Okay.

Good morning, visionaries.

Welcome to SafeSpace Seattle.

So, how will you change the world today?

I won't, Swan, because apparently I'm a useless waste of oxygen.

I'm sorry.

She just lost her power...

...of attorney, for her start-up.

Oh...

We need a better system.

If we steal any more of these, someone's gonna notice.

Descubre el camino secreto.

Aw. The Founder's Carnival's in two weeks.

I always loved that parade.

And Mrs. Alfaro's beagle won the Hilltowne Dog Show.

Chestnut.

Ooh.

Do you know what this is?

A moldy baked potato from the '90s?

Make that 1890s.

It's Himalayan mandrake root.

Unbelievably rare.

I think I remember from the "Book of Shadows",

if you grind it down, it forms the base of a cloaking serum.

I bet that fake witch upstairs

has some other ingredients in her store.

This is fantastic.

Mel.

If we can remember some spells and potions,

maybe we can recreate the "Book of Shadows"...