Charmed

Previously on Charmed...

Whoever has the talisman controls my fate.

The Power of Three has come to sisters of great promise.

It always ends the same...

The destruction of the sisterhood.

Restitue potentiam trium.

It's Abigael. When she stripped Macy's

demon powers she did something to block us.

It's not me.

Which means...

The Power of Three problem is you.

I guess the sisterhood has some issues to work out.

Not a moment too soon.

Sorry. Ruby's messing with my circadian rhythms.

Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

- Stop. -

It's the soccer obsession.

We were up at 2:00 a.m. watching some Australian match.

Are you with us, Mags?

Yeah.

No. I can't stop thinking about what Abby said.

The Power of Three.

That the problem is... us.

Who gives a damn what Abby says?

It's not a problem.

It's a journey.

It's our destiny to get it back.

Our destiny is our own.

That's what the Guardian said.

And I'm tired of letting others dictate what we do and don't do.

Plus, we already have kick-ass powers.

That is true.

Why risk the destruction of the sisterhood

if we don't have to?

_

"... a man must spend his life

"only to leave such traces upon earth

"as smoke leaves in the air..."

Dante.

Very apt.

And very frustrating.

Harry, are you crafting?

I'm trying to make a duplicate talisman, and failing.

Epically.

Now, the darklighter's in there,

along with many of the answers to our most pressing questions,

like who's running that Faction of zealots,

and how did they create that monster?

Harry, I thought we agreed to keep this genie in the bottle.

While he's in there, you're safer.

We're all safer.

If he's out and gets killed, so do you.

It's too much of a risk.

The greater risk, I fear, is that something terrible happens

and we could have prevented it

if only we'd known what he knows.

Ah.

Portland.

Let's go.

That's Bruce.

The guy from the zombie rave.

And he's got a witch here.

Somewhere.

Good morning.

Or at least it was.

You.

I wouldn't do that, Bruce.

Who's gonna stop me?

I am.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

How did you... Do that?

Do what?

Where is she?

The woman you kidnapped.

You don't know what you're up against.

Which is why you're gonna tell us.

All right. But I believe in showing, not telling.

I see you brought a friend.

Why is his friend shrieking like a Kyon?

Let's not wait to find out.

Huh?

A little help here?

Seriously?

You idiot. What have you done?

Ah...

That "Manster" had demon powers.

They've created monsters they can control.

Weaponized green goo and God knows what else.

And we have no idea how to stop them.

That's it. That's all that's left of Bruce.

Rest in peace, asshat.

Well, he was a bad guy, but...

He was still human.

Who tried to kill us.

Well, if we're fighting humans,

are we prepared to kill them, too?

There's someone in there.

Or something.

Uh, ready?

Oh, my God.

Oh! Oh, please get this damn thing off me.

Who-who the hell are you?

We're, uh, we're here to help.

Are you all right?

Oh, well...

Well, I've just been hogtied and...

Gagged in the back of a trunk... I've been better.

Are you a...

A what?

- - Shh. Listen.

Major diesel engines.

Bad guy cavalry?

We got to go. Now.

- We can't leave her. - Sorry.

- What? - Security precaution.

What's this?

Or should I say, who?

Welcome back, Elder Celeste.

Elder?

Celeste.

I'm...

Home.

The Elders are dead.

So I heard.

Then how did you manage to survive?

Well, I walked away from all this a long time ago.

Revela daemonem inimicum.

That's how you put it in demon-spotting mode.

Wow.

- That is useful. -

And... and that? The watch?

Just a little invention I came up with

a few hundred years ago.

It stops time. Or should I say, my time.

It slows aging.

Leo and I worked on it together in the 1500s.

Leo, as in...?

Da Vinci. You've heard of him, I presume?

Y-Y-Yes.

He provided me cover during the Inquisition.

He also took credit for some of my greatest work.

Big ego, that one.

He helped me build this stopwatch.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work on humans.

Probably for the best.

That's incredible.

Yes, it certainly is.

Hmm.

Quite a lot of demon activity

up here in the Pacific Northwest.

If I were you...

: Mm.

Actually... it's none of my business.

I'm done with all this.

Or at least I was until that goon

- threw me in the trunk. Hold on. Celeste.

I think we've met somewhere before.

I don't think so.

Harry?

It was you.

You did this to me.

You made Whitelighters, didn't you?

Answer me.

Yes.

Harry, where are you going?

Anywhere she isn't. That woman's a monster.

My own personal Dr. Frankenstein.

She needs to go before I do something I'll regret.

I know this is hard for you...

But she could be a real asset

to us.

We need to know everything she knows...

About the Faction, the command center,

maybe even the darklighter.

I understand that.

It's just, I'm not accustomed to these feelings.

What feelings?

Rage.

Ad cottidianum.

So you're saying you created Whitelighters

after Salem to protect witches?

Noble intentions gone awry.

I regret the pain that it caused.