Good Witch

Previously on Good Witch.

All I wanted to do was help sick people

because I love doing what I'm doing.

Zoey. - Joy.

I went back after work, and I got that faucet you recommended.

How about a good contractor? - I couldn't ask you to do that.

Take my card, give me a call.

Your Esky award? - And now I'm gonna win one

with my own agency.

You never mentioned wanting your own agency.

I hadn't thought about it in a long time.

I definitely wouldn't be up here without him.

We make a good team.

Look what I found on the floor.

Oh! That looks like a wet towel.

It's not mine. - Hmm... I wonder

whose it could be.

If Middleton ever found out that Cassie Nightingale

didn't hang up her towel-- - It would be scandalous.

Almost as scandalous as finding out Sam Radford wears

two different-colour socks. - Tell you what,

you don't mention the socks, I won't mention the towel.

Deal. I'll even find you a match.

Haha! Ohh...

three seconds on the clock!

Sam Radford gets the ball at the top of the key...

At the buzzer for the win! - Oooh...

Oh... And Damien Hall comes up with a huge block.

Two things. One, your towel is

on the floor again, and two, Damien Hall

couldn't make that block with his torn rotator cuff.

Well, it's a good thing he's got you for a surgeon.

No pressure. - Why would there be pressure?

He's only the biggest basketball star on the planet.

Is this your idea of a pep talk?

Do you really need a pep talk?

Nah. I got this.

But... you might need this.

My sister gave me that

when I got accepted to med school.

Retired this a while ago.

I think that might be your good luck charm.

I have had a pretty good career.

Says the biggest surgeon on the planet.

In fact...

...you're making my heart race.

Mm-hmm.

Wow! This is quite

a spread. - Just a little something

I threw together.

You're sure Stephanie didn't throw it together?

At least, I squeezed the OJ myself.

Hmm... From the carton.

This is really nice. - Can you pass

the syrup for me, please?

What is this? - Open it up.

Find out.

Just because your flower-shop sale fell through,

I didn't want you to give up on your ad-agency dream.

I don't know what to say.

You just said it.

Now, let's eat. My "homemade" waffles are getting cold.

I just want you

to take the same measurement thrice.

Well, I guess I should have made my morning latte a double.

Late night out?

Sadly, I was in bed by 10.

Well, then, why is there no pep in your step?

No glow in your flow?

'Cause there's no deep in my sleep. I've been having

the same dream for months and can't seem to shake it.

Oh, I have been there. In mine, I'm bungee-jumping

with Dotty, and she's got a giant pair of scissors. Oh...

Mine isn't a nightmare, it's a childhood memory.

And every night, I wake up at the same point in the dream.

Oh! You know what? I have the very thing

to whisk you back to the Land of Nod.

You keep it at the office?

I'm roommates with a newborn;

I'll take my slumber whenever and wherever it calls.

What is it and how does it work?

It's a dream pillow.

You tuck it inside your pillowcase

before you tuck yourself in,

and sweet dreams are made of this.

Hmm... Who am I to disagree?

Catnip, lavender and mugwort.

It's a Tinsdale signature blend.

You're sure it's not a Nightingale signature blend?

Well, Cassie may have had a hand in the original recipe,

but I added a little motion to the potion.

You added mugwort. - I added mugwort. Oh!

Unfortunately, it's... it's not gonna work.

Oh, I assure you, Dotty and her scissors

have flown the coop. - No,

I mean your walk-in closet.

Unless you want to take over

half of city-planning storage room.

Oh!

Oh!

This is cool!

Oh... That is from one of our grandest traditions:

the Middleton Exchange.

I thought you were one of Middleton's grandest traditions.

Flattery will certainly get you the rest of the story.

Everyone bids adieu to a cherished item

that has served its purpose. We spin the hopper,

and then you magically get

the exact item that you need in return.

What? I love everything about this!

Except that it stopped.

Well, the Exchange was established

on the ideals of paying it forward;

perhaps you can forward it to a new generation.

Sounds like a two-woman job. - Do you really think?

Yeah. I think it's time we revived

the Middleton Exchange! - Yes! Bravo!

Look, what's to love about

giving someone your junk and getting their junk in return?

Nothing, Doc, which is why Laurel put the kibosh

on the whole kit and caboodle. Contrary to popular opinion,

"one man's trash is not another man's treasure."

Laurel realized people started taking it for granted.

People stopped giving any thought to items exchanged.

Well, I've given it nothing but thought.

You think you can bring back the magic, kid?

I'm a Merriwick, that's how we roll, kid.

Hahahaha! - Sounds like

someone's gonna start by paying it forward.

Maybe it starts with me. I'll kick

things off by donating my first stethoscope.

I'll get the word out.

And I'll help you.

Right after I put this dagwood out of its misery.

Mmmm!

: Two maple-bacon doughnuts.

Are you going to eat both of these by yourself?

Translation: do I have a girlfriend?

Whoa! Take it down a notch there, Romeo.

I'm not asking for myself.

The Bistro's hosting

speed dating tonight, and we're a man short.

Hmm... Yeah, I could, uh...

get into some speed dating.

You, uh, just hosting or are you playing the game?

Translation: do I have a boyfriend?

I'm just hosting.

Mhm. Well, try not to get too jealous.

French is the language of love.

Ah. - See you tonight, all right?

What's up, bro?

Bienvenue au Bistro. Comment puis-je vous aider?

Yes, it is nice out, and no, these aren't skinny jeans.

I said, Welcome to the Bistro, how can I help you?

Well, you can help me understand

why you're suddenly fluent in French!

Not fluent yet. That's why I'm taking a French class.

Well, so far, so good.

Sounds like you have a heck of a teacher.

Mm-hm. You just walked past each other.

"What's up, bro" is your French teacher?

OK... He actually has a lot of experience.

I'm glad you're finally learning French.

Are you?

I am.

Just kind of weird that I didn't know about it.

Well, it's not that weird. We're not together.

We're still friends, aren't we?

Of course, we are.

And how about I get my friend a cup of coffee.

Thanks.

Have a great class tonight. - Class is tomorrow night.

But I thought...

Never mind.

Ooh, devilled eggs.

Hands off. These little whipped wonders

are for Maxine. - I knew it!

These eggs are nothing but chicanery.

One man's chicanery is another woman's hospitality.

You haven't been hospitable to Maxine since the blanket

went missing. - Like I told Maxine,

when I invited her to come meet Little Tommy,

"It's time we get past the past."

She bought that bill of goods?

Like you buy maraschino cherries.

And I told her

not to bring a gift, to just bring herself.

Subtle. - Ah, but effective.

She was so touched she said she wouldn't think

of coming without a gift.

It won't be the blanket, Martha.

We'll see. - Her story hasn't changed

in 27 years; it's not gonna change now.

And that's a bill of goods I'm not buying.

: This is interesting.

That I'm trimming a bonsai tree?

That it took you this long to get a bonsai tree.

You wanna try it? It's really relaxing.

I can't relax.

Donovan just wrote me a cheque with a lot of zeroes.