Charmed

Previously on Charmed...

I found out who I really was.

And I caused the death of my only child.

He's still alive.

The Elders are only looking out for themselves.

I trust you.

She was sequencing your DNA.

They don't share a father.

Maggie and I do.

You break it, you buy it, my friend.

Let me guess, art collector?

I wish.

Just a music teacher with a soft spot for antiquities.

Is that a pitch pipe?

Believe so.

Washed up the coast a few months back.

I've never seen anything quite like it.

This must date back at least 3,000 years.

Welcome to Greece.

I'll be right back.

Ah!

Hmm.

Much better.

Not that I am not loving the morning soundtrack,

but don't you usually confine your fantasies

of winning The Voice to the shower?

I'm kind of auditioning for the Hilltones today.

The a cappella group? Good for you.

Yeah, I guess some people dropped out after winter break,

and they have a big show coming up, so...

- That's great. - It was Harry's idea.

He thought I should do something fun and life-affirming after...

Finding out your boyfriend's a demon

and you being tortured in Hell's prison? Yeah.

Oh, I hope Harry finds something like that for himself.

He seems depressed or something, right?

Yeah.

Authentic English breakfast!

How extremely sweet.

Make sure you actually eat it this time.

Oh, you mustn't worry about me.

I'm recovering just fine.

I've got my reading.

Just taking a bit to get my appetite back.

I heard you practicing

your audition piece out there. Sublime.

- Thank you, Harry. - Hi.

Can I talk to you both? Downstairs?

Let's hope you're all coming to your senses

and will allow me to wipe Galvin's memory

as soon as I'm well.

I know firsthand how dangerous it can be

to let a human know the truth.

We've been over this, Harry.

Yeah, Macy trusts Galvin.

- So do we. - Understood.

There's nothing more we can do to save your son.

Ah...

What am I looking at?

Chromosomes.

Yeah. This here is the chromatid,

and that right there is the centromere.

No offense, Mace, but I kind of have a busy day.

Okay, uh...

I'm just... I'm trying to work up the courage

to tell you both something.

Macy, just spit it out, we're your sisters.

Yeah.

Yes. Okay.

Ray's not your father.

My dad's your real dad, and-and so we're full sisters.

And you're only half.

Th... That's impossible.

I-It's not. Really. It's-it's right here.

The test is 100% reproducible.

I checked it twice myself.

Not to mention DNA is about as definitive as it gets.

It's what carries all of our genetic information.

Where did the DNA even come from?

Dr. Julia and the lab stole it,

and I'm pretty sure Parker lied

about needing a transfusion from you.

Nice. Great job, Macy.

What? You told me to spit out the news.

I didn't know this was the news.

So now you're blaming me for the nature of the news?

This can't be happening. This is... not happening.

Oh, I know, but look at it like this,

this all must be connected.

Us not growing up together, Mom giving me up,

this secret about my dad being your dad.

So, Maggie, I think you should call Ray

and find out if he knows that he's not really

your dad, and it could help us piece it all together.

Don't ask her to do that, after all that she's been through.

Oh, stop using me against her.

You don't even know how I feel about this.

See? You don't always know what she wants.

Oh, my God, and neither do you.

Like I definitely did not want

to have this dropped on me

right before my audition and right after

I literally escaped from Hell.

Every man in my life betrays me.

Parker, Ray, the non-dad who never showed up for Christmas

and now your dad, Macy...

The non-dad who never even cared to meet me.

Well, I'm... You know, we don't know the whole story.

We know Mom lied

about you and about Maggie's dad

and about us being witches.

So the whole story is that our

mother was a compulsive liar,

and we never really knew her at all.

Or... this is a huge clue

that could help illuminate why Mom did things the way she did.

Just look on the bright side.

Stop trying to control our reactions to this, Macy.

We can feel how we feel, okay?

Look, I'm sorry that I don't know how to tell someone

their dad's not their dad. I just... I thought

that Maggie would want to know.

And why Mom did what she did is something

that I really want to figure out.

Our lives are not data you can

arrange so that it makes sense.

And now I'm late for work.

I'm late, too.

Maggie...

Next.

Have fun out there.

Brava.

Brava.

Exactly the deep emotion I'm looking for.

Welcome to The Hilltones.

With your help, we're going to kill it.

So what did they do?

I mean, they-they took it all out on me.

Yeah, apparently I didn't deliver the news

in exactly the right way, like there's some kind of rule book

for something like that, and now I'm the world's worst sister.

Wait, so-so is that what they think,

or is that what you think?

Does it make a difference if it's true?

Sorry, Mace.

You know what? I'm fine.

More than fine. I'm... exhilarated

by the possibility of finding some answers once and for all.

Is that why you're stress juicing?

No, no, no.

That's not what this is. No, see, my sisters,

they don't want to face the facts, but the truth

is still out there. So...

I'm doing a spell

to reveal hidden secrets.

"Full disclosure,

"drop the shield,

"all the secrets be revealed."

- Whoa! - Whoa!

Macy, look out!

Oh, my God.

This is my dad's handwriting.

Your dad was writing to your mom?

These go back years.

My dad died that April.

My parents were in touch all along.

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- Maggie? - Oh!

What are you doing here?

I promise I'm not stalking you.

I didn't even know you were a Hilltone.

Look, if this is gonna be awkward, I...

I can just leave.

Are you all right?

I guess.

Is this about Parker? I heard that you guys...

He's a monster and I never want to see him again.

Oh. Well, I'm sorry.

And I'm not gonna stop you from being here,

just as long as you don't try and get that solo,

because it is all mine.

Deal.

Delusional much, Lucy?

You are not gonna throw me off my game, Effie.

Oh, I know.

- Hmm. - Ah.

Unforch, the reality check is that that betch,

she does get the solo every year.

But ya girl is about to change that.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Songbirds.