Charmed

Previously on Charmed...

Who the hell invited him?

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

Welcome to the command center.

Why would the Elders put a portal in a closet

to SafeSpace Seattle and take away our powers?

There's a shapeshifter out

there who looks exactly like you.

Look, I know you think

I'm some ditzy dime-store Wiccan.

I recognize a soul in distress.

Why have you been so nice to me?

I guess I just find you formidable.

Part-time receptionist?

We're gonna need constant access to that command center.

Your powers are stripped, leaving you untraceable.

Macy seems to have retained

her demon capabilities.

Haven't you heard? There's a war going on.

We're coming for you witches!

The Demon Overlord who will unite us has come.

Everyone thinks we're dead, that we burned in a house fire.

No one can know we're alive, or it's just

a matter of time before that assassin tracks us down.

You were right... The Charmed Ones are alive.

Good morning, visionaries.

Work for a cause, not for applause.

Thanks.

Hey, make today so awesome that tomorrow gets jelly.

Morning, fellow dreamer.

Oh, Swan, I don't think those are...

Gluten-free.

Sorry. Stress-eating.

Why? What's going on?

SafeSpace has been violated.

Someone's been stealing office supplies and keycards.

Oh, no.

_

Please, just tell me how to get my powers back.

I'll do anything.

Oh, no.

We saved one,

but we lost one.

Her name was Sara.

Que descanse en paz.

Rest in peace.

Maybe you should go home, hmm?

Get some sleep.

I can't.

I'm the only one here with powers.

Who's gonna save the next dying witch?

Seattle.

We have a problem.

What now?

My orange keycard is being revoked.

They're only for management now.

How could you lose our only way into the command center?

I didn't lose it.

The rules changed,

because someone goes through legal pads like tissues,

and someone else has to have a SafeSpace hoodie in every room.

- They're really soft. - Okay,

you know what, my point is,

this puppy expires in 24 hours,

and then it gets deactivated.

Which means bye-bye, SafeSpace

and access to the switch room.

Harry, any luck with Orbing?

No. My powers are still on the blink.

How did we just battle 20 demons

and we can't get through a simple door?

Well... we can, if someone becomes an assistant manager.

You just started.

Do you really think you can get a promotion?

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

And yes, I do.

We can't go on like this.

We need our magic.

And the answers are in that book.

So what's taking so long, Mel?

What's taking so long to decipher a thousand-page tome

written in an ancient language?

Seriously? You want to try cracking this thing,

have at it, sister.

Fine. I'm already doing everything else around here.

Why not?

Are you all right?

My demon side is probably what gives me my firepower.

And probably why the Book rejected you.

I tried using my powers but it didn't work.

I should have known.

If the room's protected, the Book will be, too.

I'm sure the Elders enchanted it

so it didn't fall into the wrong hands.

My hands?

Hi. Uh, double espresso, please.

You know, make it a triple.

Macy.

You need to sleep.

I can't.

I never know when...

The assassin will be back.

In your dreams.

The fact that something that looks like me is...

Torturing you...

It's not your fault.

I'm gonna help Mel figure out that book.

We will get our powers back.

The magic is still within us; we just need to reclaim it.

Is it possible this code is basically uncrackable?

Would the Elders do that to us?

Where did you find this image of Mel?

Here.

That's a symbol of the sentinel.

An ancient, orphic figure

rumored to live on the astral plane.

The astral plane?

A series of cosmic planes or dimensions

where souls live out their karmic destinies.

The sentinel is the keeper of all wisdom and knowledge.

Then let's go find the sentinel.

Well, were it that easy...

These letters on the hands: B-O-E.

Book of Elders?

Or O-B-E.

Out-of-body experience.

Mom used to talk about astral projections

as a kind of out-of-body experience.

She'd meditate in a prayer circle,

drink some kind of special tea...

All the elements are here...

The prayer circle, the sentinel, the O-B-E.

All that's missing is...

The tea.

What if these images are the ingredients?

And the numerical codes are the measurements.

Of course.

Let's see what the Elders have left us.

Miss Formidable.

Maggie, right?

How's the adulting going?

Not gonna lie, it's...

- it's pretty stressful. - Hmm.

Well, you wouldn't know it. You wear it well.

Oh. I wish I didn't have to wear it at all.

I'm sorry about that...

Meltdown I had in your boxing gym the other day.

Ah. No, no. You're good.

If you want to see real meltdowns,

you should come to my Thursday night class.

Med students. Now, that's...

That's some serious cray.

Uh... wait, you're applying

- for the management gig? - Yeah.

- Why? - I... I just...

I thought the boxing gym was your full-time thing.

I got a lot of full-time things.

Always got to be hustling, you know.

You, too?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Look...

Jordan, I really...

Neally need this job.

My sisters and I are starting over,

like, from scratch...

and they're really counting on me to, um...

- To get this. - So you want me to just...

put this back?

Make it that much easier for you?

You would do that?

Uh... no.

You're not the only one with bills to pay

- and dreams to finance, Miss Maggie. - Okay,

well, you don't have to be a jerk about it.

I'm the jerk?

You just asked me to bow out of a job.

This is real life, Maggie, not sorority row.

You want the job...

You need to fight for it, like everyone else.

Point taken.

Just know I play to win.

Great.

See you in the ring.

Okay, we already have

blue lotus, skullcap, cinquefoil.

All we need now are the stems of Psychotria viridis

- and white vinegar. - And a human anchor.

A what, now?

One of the dangers of visiting the astral plane:

your spirit can be severed from your physical being

unless a human grounds you to the real world.

We need a guide tethered to the "here,"

so we don't get lost in the "there"?

Bingo.

Please, no.

The woman's a charlatan.

And I think she's kind of into me.

Well, all the better. We need her to say yes.

Who else is gonna commit to five hours of meditation?