Witches of East End

Last season on Witches of East End...

- Mom! -Girls, I want you to meet your Aunt Wendy.

- Hi. - Freya...

The girls don't know what they are.

I decided this life, for once, they'd be normal.

I need to tell you, it's the truth about who we are.

Please don't tell me...

We're witches.

All of our kind must abide, we never reveal ourselves.

What do you think the girls are going to say

when I tell them that you left their brother behind?

- Victor! - It's really you.

- Who is this? - He's your father.

Killian? Well, I figured, my big brother's

getting married, I should come congratulate him.

I can't wait to call you my wife.

- I'm in love with you. - I'm marrying Dash tomorrow.

One man is our soul mate,

the other man's your destroyer.

Killian left it.

I can't marry you.

Get out!

The argenteum has taken its toll.

- Dash isn't really your son? - Oh, he is.

I just borrowed

his powers when he was a baby.

And Killian's, too.

Killian!

Did she poison you with argenteum?

Yeah. I might not have long left.

I want to know about Asgard.

What happened there?

There was a war...

and we lost.

If you could open the door and go back... would you?

I'd be pretty scared to open that door.

_

Lumen eorum memoria.

Lumen eorum memoria.

Lumen eorum memoria.

Lumen eorum memoria.

Do you trust me?

Has it been a week?

I can't keep doing this, it hurts too much.

Until we find a cure for

the argenteum poisoning... these treatments

are the only thing keeping you alive.

- No...! - Hang in there.

Hang in there. Hang in there.

You're doing great. We're almost done.

I hate it when she screams like that.

Wendy says, that's a good sign.

It means, she's fighting for her life.

And we should worry when she stops screaming.

So, what are you doing up?

I just woke up in the front yard

and I have no idea how I got there.

Isn't that, like, the third time this week?

I guess, sleepwalking, is my new thing.

Well, at least you're sleeping.

I've barely gotten more than an hour

since the wedding.

Oh. Freya, still?

I swear, I didn't think it was possible

to screw up my life this bad.

Hey, Killian could come back. You never know.

No.

He hasn't returned my calls.

My texts, my e-mails.

I think, I just need to let it go.

Freya, I'm so sorry.

Well...

I was right.

- What happened? - What do you mean?

I knew something came through the portal.

- What-what do you mean? - You saw something?

I may not remember what happened that night...

but I know someone came through.

I can sense him,

hear him, smell him.

I tracked him to the forest tonight.

I finally saw the son of a bitch.

- What did he look like?! - You saw him?!

He's cloaking himself, somehow;

he moves really fast, like a blur or a shadow.

I can see his aura.

He's dark, evil, predatory, hungry.

He's messing with me like a cat, right before it goes in for the kill.

I guess, you would know.

Yeah.

- Oh, good. Another memory potion? - Yeah.

We have to remember what happened,

before we reseal the portal.

We need to know who we're dealing with.

There's a reason he doesn't want us to know who he is.

I'm a bit of a headache.

Want to take a look at it for me? Doc?

No!

No, no. You're not really here.

You're a figment of my imagination.

I'm you conscience.

It's frustrating, isn't it?

'Cause you can't recreate what you did to me that night?

It's driving you crazy, literally, look at you.

You're hallucinating.

Of course, the real question isn't,

"How did you do it?"

It's, "How can you live with yourself?"

You murdered...

your own...

- brother. - I didn't murder you!

But I hope you're dead.

You and Freya can rot...

for all I care.

You both deserve whatever you get!

Good idea, Freya.

You really should be resting.

- I'm fine. - You're not fine,

I don't like you pushing yourself.

Since when do you nag me?

You don't have the luxury of being reborn, Joanna.

Neiither do you, anymore.

But I don't have a deadly poison

weakening every organ in my body.

Freya did say, this was her strongest one yet,

- so maybe we should try it first. - It is.

- Yeah. - Stop treating me, like I'm made of glass.

Victor and I have my condition well under control.

And I don't need the woman, who died in a trapeze accident

lecturing me on safety.

I died in a trapeze accident?

No. I did

Like you would ever get on a trapeze.

- I might. - No, you wouldn't.

You wouldn't even get on the swings when we were kids.

Hey, I can be fearless and bold.

And thoughtful and cautious

and there's nothing wrong with that.

I love that you're someone we can count on.

Reliable, always here no matter what,

you're like an anchor.

Okay. Come on. Let's drink up.

Cheers.

Slainte.

Memories.

Aperi... memoriae.

Aperi memoriae.

Aperi memoriae.

Aperi memoriae.

Aperi memoriae.

Aperi memoriae.

Aperi memoriae.

Aperi memoriae.

Aperi memoriae.

I think that actually worked, I saw something.

So did I.

- He was an enshadowed. - Yes, coming out of the portal.

- Yes. - Did you see a face?

- No. - Me neither.

Well, that kind of sucked.

Hey, we are making progress.

You guys finally remembered something. Come on.

Mike really got burned to a crisp, didn't he?

Oh, Mike was a little shit, he deserved it.

So, we just need to figure out...

whose shadow it was and why they're here.

Well, whatever they want, it can't be good.

Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.

This is a warning!

This...

This is a warning to us all!

42-year-old male, collapsed at Town Square,

Head trauma. BP 140/90.

Exhibiting signs of confusion, responsive to pain,

possible schizoaffective episode.

You take any drugs today, sir?

No, the shadow chased me into the woods.

This is a warning to us all!

He's carving the ancient symbol of the king!

Freya...!

Freya...!

Freya...!

Killian!

Oh, my God. I thought I'd never see you again.

I knew you'd change your mind.

I knew you couldn't marry him.

Oh, my God.

You're bleeding.

Killian!

- Sorry I'm late. - Hi.

Traffic was crazy.

Great earrings, by the way.

Very daring.

Thank you. I have been feeling more adventurous lately.

In fact, I just did something crazy.

- Don't judge me. - I probably will.

The university is looking for someone

to curate their newly-donated

collection of historic documents relating to witchcraft

in southern New England from the 1650s to present day.