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Hundreds of years

witches like myself
lived in the shadows

for fear of persecution.

Those dark days are
long behind us.

Or so we thought.

A sex tape got shown
to a bunch of kids

just before a boy died.

Is there a connection?

A witness just came forward.

Dan Whithall was murdered.

Harper Fenn.

She killed him with witchcraft.

Harper is not a witch.

She's been certified as non-
magical by the Moot.

He drugged me and raped me
and filmed it.

And that's the truth
about Dan Whithall.

Liar! She's put a spell on me.

Maybe it's not such
a terrible idea

for me to take a break from
the coven.

The Moot will not be able
to offer you their support.

-We have to leave.
-Sarah!

I'm gonna get you out.

Does anyone here still doubt
their guilt?

There may never be a time
when we

just live free from persecution,

but we must continue forwards
into the light.

Tensions are
running high

as Parliament continues
its inquiry

into last year's
Sanctuary incident.

The nation is polarised over
the disturbing deaths

that left a local witch
and her daughter

running for their lives.

For some,
the police investigation

was a vindication of witches.

For others, a gross miscarriage
of justice.

Moderation is the key.

If I get too animated...

-Mm, I like animated.
-Very amusing.

I'm teaching you process.

The building blocks of
spell-making.

It's boring to go slow
when I don't need to.

Like when Mr Caldwell used to
mark down my maths

just 'cause I didn't show
my work.

Yeah, he was annoying, I admit,

but... the principle applies.

Show me process on bigger spells

and you'll have
my rapt attention.

I'm capable of more, Mum.

I know you are,
but it's risky enough,

practising here.

And your magic is vulnerable

if you rely on instinct alone.

Emotion and impulsiveness
are wild cards.

Process.

Uh-huh.

Gives you an emergency handbrake
if things go wrong.

Thank you, Yoda.

Afternoon, Agatha.

Ah, I was reminiscing about my
early years of magic.

I'm pleased you're taking an
interest, Harper.

Especially as a non-magical.

I love my mum explaining things
to me.

How did it go with
the farmer?

Tense meeting.

This new public safety bill
is dangerous for everyone.

We need more than three
green witches

to germinate a field.

Well, it's always been illegal

for witches to work together.

If they didn't enforce
it before,

maybe they won't now.

You're improving crops,

not staging protests.

It was never illegal to gather.

We could disguise our work
if needed.

All it takes is one troublemaker
to report us,

and we risk prosecution.

If I get wind of trouble,
I'll let you know.

Thanks, Agatha.

I wish the old bird wasn't
so watchful.

The new law's making
her vigilant.

It's a bullshit law.

It's an open secret farmers

rely on sorcery.

Agatha hopes they'll turn
a blind eye

if they stay under the radar.

But why should witches
have to risk arrest

for doing jobs that help
the economy?

We benefit their society
in so many ways.

Our society, Harper.
We live together.

Well, why don't our government
protect us then?

Admit it, Mum.

They're scared of our power.

Hmm.

The Parliamentary
inquiry

is examining the deadly

events that unfolded
in Sanctuary,

and the official response.

Under scrutiny today,
DCI Maggie Knight,

who led the investigation that
exonerated witch,

Sarah Fenn.

While the Met stands by
her conclusions,

Ms Knight has been removed
from active duty.

Hi. DCI Maggie Knight.

This is for you.

-What is it?
-Doughnuts, came by courier.

Security's already inspected it.

I've been thinking of
going travelling.

Solo.

I'm ready for my wanderings.

You're not ready.

Maybe it's more you who's not.

And you used to say it was
the witch's rite of passage.

It's not the only way.

I had planned to work together

till things calm down, then...

start to reintegrate.

It's not just my magic, Mum.

It's my life.

Being independent,

I want to go exploring

and meet people.

You can do that here.

In Scotland.

You loved your wanderings,

how can you deny that to me?

They were simpler times.

And what if you're recognised,

and discovered to be a witch?

If you were reported to
the police,

the investigation could
be reopened.

You have to keep hidden.

For how long?

I can't hide forever.

Hello?

You're a lifesaver,
Ryan Henshall.

Cost me a week's wages
to have them delivered.

When's show time?

Too soon.

Public speaking is...

-...not my forte.
-How's London?

Pro and anti-witch protesters

-going off everywhere.
-Same here.

Every conspiracist in
the country's

made their way to Sanctuary,

I spend my whole life

filling out Witch Crime reports.

How's the new DCI?

Devereaux's alright.

Insists on impeccable manners,
though.

Even with the nut jobs.

You getting abuse?

You had it worse.

I can't complain.

What about putting in for
a transfer?

I love this town.

And I can't leave my gran.

Things will, erm...

calm down eventually, right?

DCI Knight.

I've gotta go.

You're the best.

You'll be brilliant.

Bye.

Got someone fishing at
Bittershore Lake on the line.

Something about terrifying
sounds in the woods.

It's probably just another
wind-up merchant.

But Ryan, don't forget.

Impeccable manners, got it.

Good.

DC Henshall, how can I help?

The inquiry will
determine what lessons

must be learnt from
the Sanctuary incident.

Does the Public Safety Bill,

which outlaws the gathering
of witches,

adequately protect the public?

Or does more need to be done?

Ms Fenn.

Who are you?

Mrs McIntyre.

Your presence is requested
at the Moot.

Can I ask what this is about?

Mr Alton gave no further
information.

Where is your daughter?

Oh, she's away.

Let me get my things.

No time. Follow me, please.

Angela Otis,

the Right Honourable MP
for Sanctuary,

please begin.

Ms Knight,

thank you for giving testimony

to this committee.

Now, for the record,
you were in charge of

the Sanctuary investigation

that concluded no witchcraft
was used

in the death of
Daniel Whitehall.

That's correct.

With time for reflection,

have you come to question
your findings?

No, I have not.

A woman who knows her own mind.

Tell me,

did you ever feel that
the existing laws

limited the scope of
your investigation?

On the contrary.

I believe the law is stacked
against witches.

Especially with the new
Public Safety Bill.

Ms Knight,

could it be that, in striving to
show inclusiveness

of fringe elements,

you lost sight of your role
to protect citizens?

Unless I'm mistaken,

witches are also citizens.

So, what would you say to
the majority

who feel justice was not done
in Sanctuary?

A detective focuses on facts,

Mrs Otis.

Not feelings.

The case notes show
you consulted

a magical investigator.

-That's correct.
-So, at some stage

you did suspect witchcraft
in the death?

No, I was keeping an open mind.

Huh.

Right.

So, when did it close?

Hmm?

When the pressure got too much?

The town descending
into lawlessness?

Of course not.

I can imagine

how the stress took its toll.

Is that why you were removed
from active duty?

Or is your gardening leave
because your superiors

question your judgement?

As you'll be aware,

the Police Commissioner

stood by my report.

Unlike the public.

So, I put this to you,
Ms Knight,

that your handling of the case

led to a collapse of confidence
in the police,

people's only recourse
was to rise up.

Mob rule isn't the answer.

They persecuted two
vulnerable people

with tragic consequence...

Frankly, I am shocked

to hear a police detective

call frightened citizens
a 'mob'.

And how is a person with
supernatural powers at risk?

Surely, it's the frightened
people with no power

who are vulnerable... Ms Knight.

Hello?

Anyone here?

Pleasant journey, Ms Fenn?

Your driver's a chatterbox.

Mrs McIntyre is a mystery.

Even to me.

Congratulations, by the way.

Quite a responsibility
running the Moot.

Much has changed since
the Sanctuary incident.

The organisation had to become
more... nimble.

We've had countless requests
for help.

I hope they get more than I did.

Maybe the Sanctuary incident
could've been avoided.

Your egregious misuse of magic
caused the crisis,

which lit fires everywhere.

Excuse the pun.

Why am I here, Mr Alton?

The hearings are dredging up
your misuse of magic.

The deaths, your...
concealed Starcross Grimoire.

I told the Moot before,

the police somehow lost
my Starcross.

The damage is done.

People saw it on the news,

the most powerful Grimoire,

all copies destroyed long ago,

yet one appears in Sanctuary

when four...
suspicious deaths occur.

We were exonerated.

Not by the public.

The council has ruled that
your infractions

warrant punishment.

Your magic is to be bound.

Five year sentence,
after which you may appeal.

Hello, DCI Knight.

Hello, Bea.

Are you... working here?

I'm a summer intern for
Mrs Otis.

Right.

That must keep you busy.

I'm learning so much from her.

I can imagine.

-Mrs Otis.
-Mrs Otis.

Mrs Otis, will you be pushing

for greater police powers?

Whatever it takes to keep
the citizens safe.

Does that include witches?

Certainly.
If they obey the law, yes.

However...

there is no true safety

without strong laws.

The witch problem isn't
going away, folks.

And luckily, nor am I.

Thank you for your time.
Thank you.

Mrs Otis, a few more
questions...

Mrs Otis...

I can't be bound.

I want to appeal to the council.

Council now serve in
an advisory capacity.

The decision... is mine.

What if I return to Sanctuary,
instead?

Became a success story for
integration and reconciliation?

Return to the town that
nearly killed you?

Isn't that what people need
to see?

This past year, I've felt like
a refugee.

Generations of Fenns
have lived in Sanctuary.

I need to go home.

It's Angela Otis's constituency.

You'd be going into
the lion's den,

success is far from guaranteed.

Binding my powers
plays into mundane hands

and will turn more witches
against you.

Where does it all lead?

I will tolerate no infractions.

Understood.

But I need a guarantee.

To promise Harper will be safe.

What?

Mundanes aren't under
our jurisdiction.

But I'm a witch.

And that's endangered her life.

Alright.

You don't lack for courage
and... boldness.

But understand,

you now take instruction...

from me.

Mum, are you forgetting that
our dear neighbours

wanted to kill us?

Of course not.

But we need to show integration
can still work.

You do.

I need to start my wanderings.

Mum.

-Are you listening to me?
-Yes, and soon, Harper.

Soon.

Hey.

I'm not going back to Sanctuary.

If that's what you want.

Well, you keep Starcross.

I'll be watched when I arrive.

I'll come back as soon as I can.

It's been an adventure.

I've really loved it.

Promise not to go yet.

Stop it now!

Stop the coven!
Put the witches in the oven!

Stop it now! Stop the coven!

Put the witches in the oven!

Stop it now! Stop the coven!

Put the witches in the oven!

Stop it now! Stop the coven!

Put the witches in the oven!

She's here.

Oh.

Welcome home.

Bridge. Hey, Izzy.

It's so good just to see you,
Sarah.

Oh, it's like a dream.

Oh yeah,
you've done brilliantly.

How about I cook
a celebration dinner?

-Oh.
-No more camp stoves for me.

Oh, I can't,
my book club's tonight.

-Well, cancel it.
-But I can't cancel them.

I mean, I would but they run
this like really tight ship.

I didn't know you were in one.

Yeah, I started six months ago,
maybe.

I mean, I'm not
the biggest reader,

but I am making new friends

and it's good to stretch
yourself, you know.

Sanctuary was so lonely
after you left.

And then Julia went off on her
Eat, Pray, Love odyssey, so...

I'm glad you're making
new friends, Bridge.

Have fun tonight.

We'll do dinner another time.

Hello?

-Bridget.
-Hi.

Welcome to book group.

-I brought cake.
-Mm.

Lemon poppy seed, I hope.

Yeah.

Size Twelve Is Not Fat.

Is that one yours, Tracy?

The WI loved it.

Right, well, I think our chick
lit list

needs a little bit of
a French twist.

Oh. That sounds smutty.

So, let's read a French classic.

How about Madame Bovary?

Or maybe Stendhal?

Oh, sorry to interrupt, erm,
where are the keys, Mum?

Mm. Luka, say hello to
my book group.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Hello. Erm...

glad you're teaching Mum
how to relax.

Keys are in my bag.

Don't use all the petrol.

I'm just getting milk.

Have a nice evening.

Bye.

He's such
a home body.

Okay, Animal Farm.

Urgh, what a treat this has been
after the week I've had.

I saw the hearings on TV,
it's all a bit frightening.

Look I have...

I have nothing against
any witch individually,

and I know Sarah Fenn
was your friend.

Well, she's still my friend.

Yeah. Was round visiting
her today.

Oh, she's back?

Yeah.

Oh, that's surprising.

Look, Bridget, I erm...

I really hope my comments
haven't upset you.

Your opinion matters.

Being an MP, it's...
it's like working in theatre.

That's what year one's
taught me,

you have to exaggerate
everything just to be heard.

Demand too much just to
get a fraction of it.

I don't know, it's a crude game.

Designed by the old boys,
of course.

But that's what I've gotta
play with

to get the best for this town.

We're off now, Angela.
Thanks for hosting.

It's my pleasure. Remember,
next time, it's my book.

Le Rouge et le Noir.

Bye, bye.

Please tell me we're reading it
in English.

The only French I know is
Croissant de Merde.

You know, that's a really lovely
lippy colour

you're wearing, Bridget.

Can you get
the perimeter all the way down?

Morning, Maggie.

There you go, two sugars.

Thanks.

Erm...

I thought...

that you'd like to...

pass this on to
Ryan's next of kin.

Appreciate that.

Do you know the cause of death?

Two severed arteries.

Catastrophic blood loss.

I'll have to talk to the coroner
to be sure.

I have a bad feeling about this.

I thought you only dealt
in facts,

or did you lie to Parliament?

Politicians are such bastards.

You did great.

See ya.

I remember the day
he was sworn in.

Proudest moment of his life.

He talked about you a lot.

Ah.

He came to me when he was nine.

After his mum passed.

We had lovely times together.

I'm so sorry.

Find out who killed him.

I'm... I'm afraid I'm not
the detective on the case.

But the DCI is a top man.

But you're the best.

Ryan said so.

I'll lend the DCI all
the support I can, Mrs Henshall.

Please, everyone calls me Gwen.

Would you like to see his room?

What's this?

Ryan called it
an incident board.

Do you know why he made it?

All the witchcraft reports

coming out of Bittershore
bothered him.

He decided to track them,

see if he could make sense
of it.

He was investigating them
on his own?

What about the DCI?

His boss didn't wanna know.

Said it was all silly nonsense.

But we weren't so sure.

What makes you say that?

Bittershore's a haunted place.

Do you have any free rooms?

I'd like to stay in Sanctuary.

You stay as my guest.

-Oh no, I...
-No. No.

Get justice for my boy.

Let him rest in peace.

This...

is our humble abode,

and we have a communal kitchen
over here.

If you could just excuse me
a minute.

No problem.

Hey there.

You moving to Stoneacre?

It's a nice setup, but no.

I'm... just here researching
the history of green witches.

Who for?

For me.

Well, for a book
I'm gonna write.

Eventually.

So, er...

how do you like it here?

It's er, it's good.

But it's my mum who's the witch.
Not me.

Gotcha.

Maybe I could talk to her.

Hm, she's away.

Lachlan?

You're welcome to stay,

we'll talk more when I'm back.

Gordy here will find you
a place to sleep.

Looking forward to it.

Thanks.

This way.

See ya.

Agatha.

Hey. Er, what's happening?

We're germinating
the wheat field tonight.

Can I watch?

I suppose it's alright.

You have to keep quiet.

We have to be very discreet.

Goddess who bestows
the gift of grain,

the green shoot is yours,

and the root that clings to
the black soil.

Show to us
a fruitful season.

Show to us
a fruitful season.

Show to us a fruitful season.

Show to us a fruitful season.

Show to us a fruitful season.

Show to us a fruitful season.

Show to us a fruitful season.

Show to us a fruitful season.

Show to us a fruitful season.

Show to us a fruitful season.

-You're a witch.
-I'm so sorry.

That's some secret you
and your mother kept.

What was that spell?

It wasn't one.

I...

I just wanted to feel
the energy.

Your magic is reckless...

wayward.

To have power like that
and be a law unto yourself.

The days of the Redhaven
are over, girl.

Redhaven?

I want you gone, Harper Fenn.

I can't believe I invited her to
come here.

I trusted her.

-Witch!
-Run!

-Witch!
-Run!

Witch!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Come on, this way.

We haven't done anything.

-This your camper?
-Yeah.

-You got keys?
-Yeah.

Go! Aargh! Aargh!

Aargh! Urgh!

Urgh.

Go, go, go, come on! Go!

Mrs Otis, I wasn't aware that we
had an appointment.

Listen, I hope formality
isn't necessary

in such a small town.

Oh, and by the way,

how are you enjoying
your new premises, hmm?

It took some political
heavy lifting to secure,

and you know, I'm delighted that
Sanctuary's police force

have facilities they deserve.

They're great. How can I help?

Yes, I wanted a briefing on
the murder.

It's early stages.

Right, any indication
of witchcraft?

Off the record?

None whatsoever.

And is a magical investigator

assisting you?

It would reassure the public.

I'd argue it would do
the opposite,

and... isn't necessary.

But you're aware that
the investigation

is confidential?

And as an elected official,

I do have a higher duty

to keep the citizens
of Sanctuary safe

from any unnatural practices.

And I expect to hear
any developments

from your mouth,

rather than the media.

I'm sure we understand
each other.

I'm sure we do.

Lovely.

Hey.

Hey.

If it isn't the getaway girl.

I'm glad you're okay.

Thanks for helping me out.

Can I give you a lift somewhere?

I could murder some breakfast.

If you know anywhere I can get
something to eat, I'm starving.

Yeah, me too, actually.
Come on, hop in.

Great. Thanks.

Oh, I'm gonna go for
the full Scottish breakfast

with black pudding and er...
do I go for the haggis?

Yeah. Yeah, you're gonna love
the haggis.

Ah, in for a penny.

Uncanny likeness to you
back there.

Look, Lachlan,

I have to go back to Sanctuary
to see my mum.

So...

thank you for everything.

That's a long drive on your own.

-I can handle it.
-No doubt.

But er...

it's pretty dangerous out there.

You're on the news.

Maybe I could share the driving.

And what about you?

Ah, I'm heading south anyway.

Don't worry about me,
I'll figure it out

when I get there.

Come on, let's get back
in the van,

my haggis is getting cold.

Right, how are we getting on
with the hearing notes?

All done, Mrs Otis,
just creating an index for you.

Great idea, Bea,

only these transcripts

are so long.

Thanks.

Why don't you work together,
hmm?

Flesh out my draft
recommendations

for Parliament.

Bea...

don't let Luka slack off,
will you?

You'd better be here for
the footie, this...

this is sacred time before
I get back to work.

I have a proposal for you.

Let me help with the case.

I know this town,
I could be useful.

We take a colleague's death...

very seriously.

You know that.

We'll find his killer, Maggie.

Ryan mentioned
witch crime reports.

Mostly bogus, I know.

But... I could look into them.

Under the radar.

You're not even on active duty.

And...

a divisive figure round here.

This case...

is gonna be hard enough.

All paranoid locals
and a witch-hating MP.

And now...

Sarah Fenn's return.

To get back in!

-Get in!
-Yes!

The new DCI suspects it could be
a revenge killing.

But why now?

I worry my testimony
raked it all up again.

Maggie, you aren't blaming
yourself for this,

-that's not right.
-It's hard not to.

I mentored him.

Influenced him to believe

the law was stacked
against witches.

Then I left him here to...

to take the flak for
both of us.

And er...

apparently, I inspired him to...

to do his own investigating.

Strange incident
at Bittershore Lake.

His gran wondered about
witchcraft.

She's always had a thing
about Bittershore.

It's...

old history, local lore,

she probably stoked that
in Ryan.

Still, if... if you just had
a look...

I can't get involved.

That easy, is it?

To say no.

We owe it to Ryan.

He protected you and Harper.

He saved your Starcross.

And I'm grateful.

But?

The only way I can protect
my daughter now

is not to put one foot wrong.

I can't use my magic illegally.
I'm...

I'm sorry, Maggie.

My hands are tied.

[w Where's that from?

This?

It was a gift from the Moot.

Why, are you some sort of
special American witch?

Well actually, my ancestors
were Salem witches.

Back in the day.

Ah, that's cool.

But no, this is to do with
my research.

The Moot's library has
the greatest magical archive

in the world.

But to access it,
they bound my magic.

Can't believe you agreed
to that.

Neither could they.

To be honest,
for an academic like me,

the chance to...

to study things
that very few people have seen,

I couldn't walk away from that.

It's just so unnatural
and unfair

to be cut off from your magic
like that.

Very insightful
for a non-magical.

You ever heard
of Redhaven?

Agatha mentioned it
before I left.

Well, there's fact and fiction
surrounding Redhaven.

Hundreds of years ago,

a group of witches
secretly came together

to fight the persecutions.

Without them,
modern witches wouldn't exist.

Oh, what happened to them?

Well, some believe they survived
in a...

separatist community.

Another theory is that er,

their stronghold, the Redhaven,

burnt down and all
the witches died.

And other folk just think
it's one big fairy tale.

What do you think, professor?

Oh, a mysterious organisation
of renegade witches,

who wouldn't wanna believe
in that?

Yeah, like a witch illuminati.

Yes.

Tea rose for remembrance.

And one last thing.

Why is it locked?

It's where I keep
my client records.

So, everyone you've ever done
magic on is in there?

Mm-hmm.

Maggie?

It's Sarah.

I can't get caught.

Hey.

You're not the only one.

You can still back out.

Whoever killed Ryan

is threatening my daughter.

They've stolen her file
from my safe,

taken samples of her hair.

If they've been planted
at the boat house,

she could be framed for murder.

I can't back out.

So much blood.

How will you find Harper's hair?

Divining spell.

It's not here.

That's good, right?

There's something else.

Magic.

The place is full of it.

Facio, Voco, Ferre.

Why is there a sigil here?

Ryan died from knife wounds.

Ryan was killed by a witch.

Hey.

I'm so happy to see you.

Me too, Mum.

Are you okay?
I heard about Ryan.

I told you to stay at Stoneacre.

I'm not leaving you alone.

Not now.

Anyway, I...

I made a friend on the road.

Lachlan.

Been a long time, Sarah.

What the hell?

You two know each other?

We...

met on our wanderings.

I promise you,

I wasn't trying to dupe you,
Harper.

But I needed to...

to be sure.

Sure of what?

Harper...

Lachlan's your father.