Charmed

I don't even know where to start.

But in case this does all go to hell,

I just want to make sure there's a record of what happened.

So, a year ago, we were just living our lives

as the Charmed Ones, when out of nowhere

an assassin came for us.

We escaped through a portal that transported us

across the country.

Welcome to the Command Center.

We had to live in hiding.

"Witchness Protection" we called it.

with magical problems of their own.

I'm still officially cursed until I can

balance the scales of justice.

We figured out the assassin who was hunting us

was Harry's darklighter.Miss me?

We thought Abigael Caine, the Demon Overlord,

was behind all of it,

but the culprit was something far more dangerous.

Humans.

Specifically, tech billionaire Julian Shea and his Aunt Viv.

They, along with a group known as the Faction,

had developed a technology to steal our magic.

But now they know who we are, and we know who they are.

And the only question left is:

who's going to come out of this alive?

Hello. I'm Julian Shea.

I don't know where else to turn except maybe all of you.

Someone for whom I care very deeply has gone missing.

When did he upload?

Couple of hours ago.Jordan sent me the link.

It's gone viral. He put you on blast.

What does he want?

Her name is

Macy Flores.

I'm offering a reward of $1 million

for any information that helps lead to her safe return.

Don't worry, Macy.

I'll find you,

no matter what it takes.

I can't believe it.

The world is so messed-up and scary.

I introduced her to Julian, you know, and now...

Sorry.

Yeah, that was Swan.

Macy's trending like crazy at SafeSpace.

Everybody's talking about her, and the reward.

We shouldn't have underestimated Julian's ability

to throw money at a problem.

Yeah. So what's the next move?

Oh, you need to get out of there.

They know who you are.

Yeah. See you at the house.

Jordan...

you need to stay clear of us until this dies down.

Maggie...

are you benching me?

No.

Yes.

You're already in too deep on this. I'm sorry.

Stay safe.

You, too.

Everyone at SafeSpace is looking for you.

And us.

If only we could talk to Julian,

convince him he's misguided.

Oh, convince the evil mastermind

to abandon his evil plan.

Why didn't I think of that?

Well, maybe Maggie's right.

We can convince him with a little help.

The Clarion Potion.

Macy,

that potion was banned.

By the Elders.

When have we ever played by their rules?

All right, time-out.

What, exactly, does this Clarion Potion do?

It plants the seed of an idea into the mind

of one individual.

And as that individual comes into contact with others,

it continues to spread the idea.

Like a mind virus.

We infect Julian's mind

with a single thought: magic's not real.

Julian then infects Vivienne, Nadia, all the members

of the Faction, and eventually...

It destroys the belief system that created this monster.

Wait, to give him that potion,

we'd have to capture him.

Which means finding him and catching him off-guard.

We have someone in the attic who can help with this.

Jimmy.

Mel, be careful.

He's dangerous.Yeah, well,

so am I.

Don't worry. I've got her back.

Okay, we will get to work on the potion.

Are you sure?

Yes, I am sure.

I-I don't know, Harry.

It's a new power.

I'm not sure if it would work.

I'm waiting for the right time.

All right, well, we'll talk about this later.

Harry?

You coming?

Yes.

Geez, you nearly scared me to death.

Maybe that was the point.

Time is ticking, my friend.

I'm doing everything I can to balance the scales.

If this is not enough for you, then tell me what is.

Before the last grain falls,

a descendant must save a descendant.

A descendant of the Tulipe witches.

Wait, where am I supposed to find them?!

Time is running out.

Where's Julian?

Where is their center of operations?

Well, wouldn't you like to know?

Listen, we don't have time for your games.

We released you, as promised,

in exchange for your offer to help us.

An offer that expired the moment you put me inside this.

Whatever this is.

Because you tried to kill us.

Couple of times,

actually.

And you did the same to me. The only reason I'm still alive

is that killing me destroys your beloved Whitelighter.

So, I'll enjoy your little bubble.

More space and a better view than the old bottle.

You know what?

Maybe that's what we'll do.

Just put you back in the bottle.

Let you spend the rest of your days in darkness.

Wait.

It's not about a plan or a next move.

It's about a "why."

Why does Julian Shea do what he does?

What drives him?

And the answer is

one word.

Siren's Tongue?

Yeah. The Clarion Potion calls for it explicitly.

A fresh one, no less.

Not exactly something we keep lying around the house.

I wouldn't normally suggest it, but we could take a trip

to Ragnar Row. Ragnar Row?

The magical black market?

I thought that place was just urban legend.

Ah, because that's what the Elders wanted you to believe.

It's... a bit dodgy.

You know, unseemly characters, illicit goods.

Naturally.

We'll need currency to get what we want.

What kind of currency?

How do you feel about this?

The necklace Julian gave me?

Our money is useless on the black market.

Diamonds, however, are a gargoyle's best friend.

Trading this for Siren's Tongue?

Can't think of a better use for it.

And we'll need a change of clothing to blend in.

I can help with that.

What did you have in mind?

Well, think, uh...

Now, then, think

post-apocalyptic...

safari.

Say no more.

Damn it, Jimmy, lives are at stake here.

The only life I care about is mine.

So why don't you let me go and I'll tell you

everything you need to know about Julian, Viv, Nadia,

the whole lot of them.MAGGIE: Sorry.

We can't do that yet.

But if you tell us the word,

I'm sure we can work something out.

I do love this "good cop, bad cop" thing you've got going.

Is this the part where bad cop makes an empty threat?

No, Jimmy.

This is the part where you give me the word,

or I melt you into a puddle, wipe you up

and throw you into the trash!

Oh, I'd like to see you try, but sadly,

I'm protected by this precious containment spell, aren't I?

Come on.

You know you want to have a go at me.

So go ahead.

Let me out and we'll see who's more powerful.

Game on.Game on.

Dimitte ex...MAGGIE: Wait, Mel.

No, no, no, you can't do that.

No, no, no!

Two things before we go.

First, our magic is no good there.