Witches of East End

Previously on Witches of East End

It worked! Wait. Don't go away.

I suck at this.

Archibald Browning. The man who built this place back in the early 1900s.

- You only killed my eldest daughter. - Ingrid was reborn.

Remember, I've known you for over several centuries,

and you're probably the most gifted one of us all.

All of our kind must abide. We never reveal ourselves.

I'm going to be your sister-in-law, and I want you and my husband...

I can't watch you with him.

Killian!

The electrical system at the bar went haywire.

Just doing my job.

Secrets are poison in a relationship, don't you agree?

- Hey. - Oh, my God...

What are you doing here?

- Swimming. - Yeah.

- That much I can figure out. - Beauty and brains.

Quite the combination.

Tell me something. Have you always been a smart-ass?

Pretty much.

Seriously, what are you doing in my pool?

Penelope said I could use her pool whenever I want.

It beats the freezing cold ocean, so...

You call her Penelope? You know that's really weird, right?

She's your mom.

Really? 'Cause right now it sounds like you're my mom.

So, does this mean you come here often?

Is that a line? Are you trying to pick up on me?

Please. You wish.

You're right. I do.

Uh... I wish you wouldn't say things like that.

- Come on, I'm just messing around. - I know. I...

It's not just that, I-I feel like you're waiting for me or something.

And I don't want you to.

I'm not waiting.

But I hear you, loud and clear.

I don't recall your doctor giving you permission to swim yet.

Uh, I'm fine.

Well, you suffered a profound electric shock last week.

And yet I feel like a thousand bucks.

Yeah. That's not a lot of money, Killian.

- Well, maybe not to you. - But you know what?

I'd like you to come by the hospital this afternoon so I can take a look at you.

- Say... 1:00? - 'Kay, Dad.

So, you guys are just cool now?

No, not really.

But, like, I've missed him all these years, and if there's a way

we can even have a halfway normal relationship, I might as well try.

What can I say? He's my little brother.

You know, you are the best person I've ever met.

- The best? - The best.

Ingrid Beauchamp.

Mrs. Gardiner!

- Just the woman I wanted to see. - Can I help you with a book?

No, but I've come bearing gifts for you.

As you know, renovations at Fair Haven have been ongoing,

and we've unearthed quite a few gems from the past.

- Oh... - One in particular...

I thought you'd be interested in.

Wow. That's...

Uncanny, right? I could hardly believe it when I saw it.

She looks exactly like you, Ingrid.

A little, I guess, around the eyes.

She could be your twin.

This woman must have been a relative of yours, don't you think?

Definitely. Yes.

I know my family has lived in this town

for a long time, so that would make sense.

I wonder who she was.

And why she looks so troubled.

You think she looks troubled?

I do.

Season 1, Episode 6 "Potentia Noctis"

Synced by Reef

- All right, remember what I taught you. - Right.

Deep breath... Set your intention...

And let it out.

- Holy crap! I did it! - You did it!

I am so proud of you.

You're at a whole another level with this stuff.

I know. It's incredible. It's like I'm... Suddenly stronger.

And I feel more in control of my life.

I told Killian to move on.

I did! And he was shirtless at the time, so you know I meant it.

Why was he shirtless?

We were in the pool. Get your mind out of the gutter.

Okay. Good for you.

It's like there's nothing I can't do right now.

Can you put out fires? 'Cause I think you started one.

Maybe I'm too powerful?

Yeah. That... yeah, that's what you are.

What are we gonna do?

Well, I don't think there's anything we can do.

What if she figures out it's me?

Ingrid. I don't think anyone's

gonna look at that hundred-year-old photograph

and decide that it means you're a secret witch

under an ancient curse that causes you to be reborn

again and again.

You said it yourself. She assumed it's a relative.

What's going on?

Uh, Penelope found an old photograph of Ingrid at Fair Haven.

Oh. And you're worried she's gonna figure out it's you?

Cool bathing suit.

I don't know. It's just, I know that it's me,

but I don't know anything about my other lives,

and I'm starting to get curious.

- Oh. - Yeah.

Who is that little girl I'm with?

Why was I hanging out at Fair Haven? Did I know Archibald Browning?

Not really. It's... not really...

- Worth getting into that. - No.

I can tell there's more to this. Why don't you want me to know?

I don't want you to be defined by all your other lives.

I don't want you to carry the baggage of all your mistakes.

What mistakes?!

Fine. Don't tell me.

She's not gonna stop.

You know how determined she is. Should we just tell her the truth?

If we tell her, she may never forgive you.

You really want to risk that?

All right, big breath in.

Out.

All right.

Sounds good. But you should have a full blood panel done.

I oddly miss these lectures.

Feels like old times.

You got a long way to go before it's like old times again.

But... seeing you almost die did put things in perspective.

Just promise me you'll get a checkup, all right?

How about if I just promise not to get electrocuted again?

Deal?

Dr. Gardiner?

I ran some tests on the mass you pulled from Maura Thatcher's throat.

It appears to be made of some sort of organic, spongy osseous tissue.

But get this, it...

Oh, God, I didn't realize you had a patient in here. I am so sorry.

No, no, it's okay. We're finished. Amy, this is my brother, Killian.

Killian, Dr. Matthews, MD, PhD, medical research superstar.

Um, we can finish this later.

Oh, hey, don't leave 'cause of me.

I love a good organic, spongy, osseous tissue story.

Oh. Well, who doesn't?

So, I didn't know Dr. Gardiner had a brother.

Yeah, he likes to keep that quiet. But here I am.

Yep, and here you go.

I've got work to do. Shockingly, you're not my only patient today.

- Really nice to meet you, Amy. - You, too. Yeah.

- How is that possible... - Ingrid, guess what?

Oh. What are you doing?

- Falling down the rabbit hole. - What do you mean?

Penelope found this picture of me at Fair Haven,

and I'm with this little girl who looks strangely familiar,

but Mom won't tell me who it is; you know how she gets

about the past, so I thought, hey, I don't need Mom,

I'm a researcher... I'll just do some research.

And that's how I figured out it was Athena.

What was Athena?

The little girl in the picture was Athena. Browning.

As in Archibald. You know, the man who built Fair Haven.

- Satanist, cult leader. - Yeah, I don't get it.

Athena is Archibald's daughter. Do you have any water?

I'm really thirsty. And that rhymed.

Ingrid, is there anything else in these brownies besides chocolate?

Exactly!

- That is the point! - What is the point?

Of the entire endeavor. Try to keep up.

See, when I realized who the little girl was,

I thought, holy shit, what does this have to do with me,

- ...and why doesn't Mom want me to know? - Uh-huh.

I'm a witch; I'll just cast a spell.

A spell to help me remember So I searched the Grimoire,

and I found this recipe, which I messed with a little,

and then I did it... a spell to help me remember

my life from 1906... I baked it into this brownie.

- And? - I'm pretty sure it's bunk.

I've eaten the entire pan. I don't really feel a thing,

except I'm a little agitated. Do you want to try one, see if it works on you?

No! No. Thank you. That's tempting. But I'm gonna meet Dash,

and then I'm gonna go to work.

Okay. You let me know how that goes, okay?

Thanks for nothing, magic brownie.

Ingrid.

You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

I love you, Archibald.

Okay, these test results can't be right.

I didn't think so either.

So I ran them again. And again and again...

Are you sure the tissue sample wasn't compromised?

I'm gonna pretend like you didn't just ask me that question.

It's not you I'm questioning. These test results are unscientifically possible.

Well, I did find an example of a similar phenomenon in an obscure medical journal.

Apparently, in 1995, a woman in rural Louisiana

presented in a small county E.R. with severe throat pain

and obstructed breathing.

They found one of these growing out of her windpipe.

And it was idiopathic?

Yep. Although she claims it was because she was cursed by a voodoo priestess.

Okay, maybe we should contact that hospital and cross-reference our findings.