Charmed

The underworld knows

you're the Charmed Ones. You must call straightaway

if you see signs of increased demonic activity.

Would you like to go

to the homecoming tailgate with me tonight?

I have a thing

with my sisters. Maybe some other time.

Meet my boyfriend Parker.

Detective, stay back!

Trip.

I dealt with Officer Bailey's death

in a way that wouldn't raise suspicions.

NIKO (crying): I can't believe it.

Mel, they think he killed all those people.

Shh...

Would you mind switching paint cans with me?

(Donizetti's "O Mio Fernando" playing)

It's the middle of the night.

What is going on?

What on earth are you doing?

Blast it.

Harry?

I am so sorry.

A telekinetic forcebolt of that magnitude

was quite uncalled for.

In my defense,

it is 1:00 a.m., I am very naked,

and you did warn us that demons would be coming at us

fast and furious.

But I am friend, not foe.

And while the Elders search The Book of Shadows

for more hidden spells, I am here as a substitute.

Substitute, or a new roommate,

'cause you're living in the attic.

Yeah, we should be charging you rent.

And while I am here,

providing guidance and protection

in absence of the Book,

I will occasionally need to bathe.

Then I suggest you also learn

the meaning of a closed bathroom door.

Late night bubble baths are my safe space.

Ooh, maybe we can find a privacy spell in The Book of Shadows.

Oh, and when are we gonna get that back?

From the Elders?

Once they've confirmed there aren't any more

of your mother's little secret side projects inside.

I'm in need of a guilt remover spell.

I'm meeting Lucy for coffee and I haven't seen her

since... the accident.

Accident?

You mean kissing her boyfriend?

Yes, how does one accidentally

press one's lips against another's?

When one has to distract another from walking into an exorcism.

Are you gonna tell her?

No. Of course not.

That would just hurt her, mess with her relationship,

and destroy my rep at Kappa.

And it's not like I'm ever gonna do it again.

Guys.

Can you keep it down?

I was up late last night with Niko.

How is she? I mean,

not only is her partner dead, but thanks to the Elders,

everyone thinks he's a serial killer.

So, yeah, not great.

Their methods can sometimes seem cruel.

Harry, I'm not in the mood.

In a few hours, I have to take my girlfriend

to visit the grave of the man

whose death we're responsible for.

It doesn't make any sense.

Trip was my friend.

I just can't believe he...

brutally murdered three people over Halloween.

It's just so hard to believe.

I just keep telling myself he confessed in the suicide note,

they found his victims' DNA at his apartment.

All signs point to him.

You can't keep replaying it,

blaming yourself.

The FBI wants to question me.

They want me to tell them everything I know about Trip,

which, apparently, is not much.

Hey.

Come over tonight for some homemade asopao and pinot grig?

Our first date menu.

Yeah, okay. I could use something to look forward to.

I'll pick you up from the station.

Okay. Okay.

¶ ¶

Dr. Vaughn, isn't it?

Alistair Caine.

I know that name. (chuckles)

You're the CEO of...

Morningstar Biotech.

You heard of us, huh?

Of course I have.

You have done some amazing things with epigenetics.

Exactly. Which is why I'm here in person

instead of sending a representative.

I read your white paper

on environmental factors in autoimmune diseases.

It's impressive.

I think we could do some good work together.

No way. Alistair friggin' Caine?

I heard he's thinking of dumping a buttload of cash

into the lab.

Don't screw this up, Vaughn.

Wasn't planning on it.

Have you seen Galvin?

We were supposed to prep before our presentation,

but he's not responding to any of my texts.

You haven't heard?

He's been sucked into the Summer Sex Haze.

It's November. No. Dude.

He met this girl Summer at the homecoming tailgate,

and he's been under her sex spell ever since.

Viktor, we're at work.

I'm sorry.

But can you blame him?

I mean, look at her.

Galvin?

Hey.

Are you okay?

Never better.

Let's do this.

If you remember anything else

about Detective Bailey, particularly the whereabouts

of those missing case files, please, do call.

They put me on leave.

What? It's fairly standard for this sort of thing.

It's just...

I never questioned my ability to do this job before, you know?

Even when people assumed I couldn't do it.

But to have missed all the signs?

Maybe they were right.

It's officially over.

Parker dumped me.

Oh, my God, Lucy.

I am so sorry.

Wha-- um, what do you think happened?

He pulled the old,

"It's not you, it's me." But I mean, duh,

I know it's not me. It must be another woman.

He's a cheater, and I'm gonna prove it and make sure

he can't deny, by finding out who he cheated with.

But do you really need to know who she is to prove...?

Oh, of course I do.

I mean, if a guy cheats on you, and you can't figure out

who he cheated with, did it even really happen?

Which is why I need your help.

My help?

I need to keep my hands clean.

But you don't.

I need you to do a social media deep dive and find out

who Parker cheated with.

We're gonna prove to the entire school

what a trash person he really is.

Okay.

You are my favorite person.

Oh. Lucy...

Thank God I can trust Maggie.

¶ I'd see you ¶

¶ Rushing by... ¶

Aren't you hungry?

¶ On my sky, on my sky... ¶

Mel,

there's something I haven't told you about Trip

and your mom's death.

What?

Before he died, Trip left me this weird voice mail.

He said he'd found a link between your mom's death

and the deaths of two other women--

one of them in New Orleans and the other in Santa Fe.

But Trip pulled the case files,

and now nobody can find them.

But, Mel,

what if Trip was onto something huge,

and it got him framed for these murders and then killed?

Niko, I don't think this is... I know it sounds absurd--

a frame job-- but you always believed

your mother's death wasn't an accident.

And if what Trip is saying is true,

then you were right.

I think that you should just let this go.

Just leave it alone.

Are you serious?

This is what you wanted.

I know.

But I just feel like I've moved past my mom's death.

But don't you want the truth?

Not if it means putting you in danger.

Just let it go.

Let's eat.

Come on.

I searched the dead detective's home,

his car, his desk.

The missing DNA vials were nowhere to be found.