Original subtitles

Lachlan was with Pierre yesterday

before he was killed.

You need to check if magic was used

in Pierre's death.

SARAH: If it was, then it rules Lachlan out.

As long as this thing stays on,

I'm basically a mundane.

ANGELA: I have reason to believe

someone broke into my office.

Look out!

[crash]

MAGGIE: I did some digging on Lachlan Frey.

You need to separate your emotions from your power.

I can.

A ligatione dimitto! [clang]

Argh!

Dad?

[suspenseful music] [frantic panting]

[door opens]

What happened?

Harper...

what have you done?

Do you know how serious this is?

Mom, stop shouting and just help Dad, please.

Show me the spell you used.

[Lachlan gasping for air]

-Did I do it wrong? -I've never seen

an unbinding spell. I don't know.

I think his heart's straining

from the sudden release of magic.

We need to work fast.

[whooshing]

Why the Ouroborus?

Death and rebirth.

Infinity and unity.

To rebalance his system, I need you to

hold the energy steady.

[eerie humming]

Sana hoc corpus,

libramen et tranquillitas...

[gasping, convulsing]

[spell sizzles]

He should be okay.

His heart's calmed.

And his magic will be okay too, right?

I've never helped someone recover from unbinding.

We're flying blind.

Anything could happen.

[sinister music]

[dramatic music]

Right. I want witness statements.

CCTV, personal phone footage.

Clear?

[suspenseful music]

Off you go. Now.

[dog barking]

[police radio chatter]

Cheer me up, Sergeant.

Faulty wiring?

Building code violation?

Earth tremor?

No explanation so far, Sir.

Get the Magical Investigator here now.

Yes, Sir.

[sinister music]

[footsteps receding]

I've been the target of many things,

but a chandelier is a first.

Here.

Let me.

No, it's fine. Honestly, I'm fine. It's just a graze.

Ange. You just need to rest. Okay?

You've had a shock.

On top of all these awful news stories about Magnus.

Hm, well, handiwork of Sarah Fenn.

I'm sure she didn't do that.

Bridget...

she broke into my office during book group.

I found proof. I confronted her.

She never wanted to integrate.

She wanted information on me,

and I'm sorry if that hurts,

but it's true.

And she's definitely a changed person

since she came back.

She's a dangerous person.

[dramatic music]

We need to talk.

[door squeaks, closes]

What the fuck just happened?

How did you know the unbinding spell?

Because Dad told me it was in Starcross.

You revealed our secret to him.

Mm.

He's not a stranger anymore, Mom.

I appreciate... Lachlan pressured you.

He didn't. It was my idea.

It was hurting him being cut off from his magic.

It hurt me too.

I mean, he needs to be able to defend himself.

So, you took it upon yourself?

I was powerful enough and Dad agreed.

[sighs]

Well, did I damage Dad's magic?

It could be volatile. We don't know.

The point is...

you violated my trust.

I didn't want to go behind your back with Starcross.

We have to look out for ourselves, Mom,

and stop believing that the Moot is gonna save us.

I mean, what happens if Angela's legislation

actually goes through? -Well, your actions earlier

played right into her hands.

[dramatic music]

I'm doing everything I can to protect you,

but you're...you're so reckless!

I can't even send you back to Stoneacre.

Oh...Mom, I'm done with all that.

The history that Dad has taught me about witches

has opened my eyes.

I want to live openly,

and not hide my magic.

[mysterious music]

-Reporter: DCI Deveraux. -Reporter 2: DCI...

There'll be no comments at this time.

Are revelations about Mrs. Otis' husband

connected to the attack?

He left his family for a witch?

[door slams] Luka: Can't you make them leave?

Not unless they trespass onto your property, no.

-Do you know Bea Garston? -Hi, Bea.

Luka, is your mom home?

Well, do you know who attacked her?

Sarah Fenn's been feeding vicious stories to the press.

And we all know what she's capable of.

Well, our investigation is ongoing.

And I can confirm it was witchcraft.

Hmm.

Well, you're certainly keeping

the Magical Investigator busy, DCI.

I wasn't aware you were injured.

Oh, well, I'm not one to make a fuss.

So, tell me,

how do you intend on finally catching this murderous witch?

I mean, I assume my attacker and the serial killer

are one and the same? -It's possible. Yes.

After consultation with the Moot,

we believe that the witch launched the attack from nearby.

My team are analyzing CCTV, taking witness statements.

Hang on, hang on a minute. Sarah Fenn was right there.

Why was she not arrested? Hmm?

I mean, I'm sure that her magical aura

can be linked to the crime scene.

The killer has sufficient power

to conceal their magical signature.

So, they can hide in plain sight?

Masquerade as a non-magical?

So long as they have the power to continue the spell.

Power they acquire how, exactly?

A coven of conspirators or...?

The magic indicates that they're bypassing a coven.

Taking energy from their victims without consent.

So far with fatal consequences.

[sighs] [suspenseful music]

Oh, my God. We're lambs to the slaughter.

I'll, I'll keep you informed.

In the meantime, for your own safety,

please, this time, take my advice.

No more public appearances.

Maggie: Deveraux's ordered me to leave

for interfering with his investigation.

Good.

Means you're making progress.

The animal deaths and both murders

were committed near the lake.

You said Bittershore was haunted.

Is that local lore

or...because something happened?

Both.

It's drawn witches to it for centuries.

Then Gloriana Fenn... drowned in the lake.

[mysterious music]

Sarah's grandmother?

Great-grandmother.

They say she took her own life. But...

I was there.

I played at Bittershore as a girl,

and often saw her by the lake.

That day, strangers appeared from the woods.

They looked important...

dangerous.

Man: Don't let her get away!

[grunting, struggling]

Gloriana: No! Keep back! Aargh!

[loud splash]

[gurgling, splashing]

She fought so hard.

[somber music]

It's haunted me all my life.

It's heartbreaking.

Wasn't Gloriana a war hero?

Yes.

But there were rumors...

she was stoking a secret revolution.

A witch uprising.

[sinister music]

[birds twittering]

[suspenseful music]

[light music]

[dark music]

[sighs]

Right, team, grab a coffee and man the battle stations.

We've got to convert 12 of these gormless MPs.

11. Rachel Alterman called for stricter laws

on Breakfast News. -Huh?

Well, very good.

Penny Moss, she'll fall in line.

Leave Nabil Rahman to me.

Um, Luka, can you call the Home Secretary's office?

I have some new information.

You know, I'm gonna head off home.

I'll just slip out the back.

There's so much press out there.

Uh-uh. No you don't. No you don't.

You're coming with me.

It'll be fine. Okay.

[reporters shouting at Angela]

Right.

Okay. -Reporter: How are you feeling?

Yesterday I survived an assassination attempt

that threatened more than just my family,

beloved friends, and loyal constituents.

Was it witchcraft, Angela?

I mean, can you believe what these people are capable of?

Now, I call upon the government

to fast track my Witch Identification Bill.

And in addition,

I'm proposing government funding

to map the witch genome.

This country urgently needs a witch DNA database.

[sinister music]

I mean, it's common sense, folks.

We all know that DNA testing

is essential to fighting crime,

yet we have no way, no way...

to identify a witch.

Is that acceptable to you?

Right.

Um, Bridget, would you like to say a few words?

Um...

hello, um, yeah, we need to give the police a fighting chance.

You know, whatever it takes to feel safe again.

Do you blame Sarah Fenn for the murder, Bridget?

What?

[murmuring]

I urge the public to contact their MPs today.

Let's get this Bill passed.

And like Bridget says,

whatever it takes to feel safe again.

Thank you so much for your time. Thank you. Thank you.

[reporters shouting]

[chanting]...two, three, four, evil witches here no more.

One, two, three, four, evil witches here no more.

One, two, three, four, evil witches here no more.

One, two, three...

[mystical music]

Amarinth...

Salvia Rosmarinus... -Imperius botanical.

We could both do with a tincture for fortitude.

A magical attack on Angela Otis.

We might as well pass her legislation ourselves.

[protesters chanting distantly]

-You could...go down for it. -What?

The pendulum is swinging Angela's direction.

Emergency legislation is all too possible,

and the Moot needs a counteroffensive.

You're already viewed suspiciously by the public,

and in Angela's cross hairs.

The advisory council want to hand you over

as the murderer. -You'd make me the patsy?

It's a capital offense.

It's the last thing I want.

But we must stop this bill's passage.

Then let me help.

Haven't I proven myself by now?

I've done things that I'm not proud of

to get information to you.

I'm well aware.

But you've got conflicting interests in your life now.

Lachlan?

[scoffs]

He's appalled by the Bill too.

Why wouldn't he be?

Makes a compelling case for a witch uprising.

[scoffs]

Not for me.

I have never been drawn to utopias.

Nor I.

But Lachlan is highly capable...

and persuasive.

Don't underestimate him, Sarah.

Why are we arguing about Lachlan

when Angela's legislation is the real threat?

How can we stop it?

[dramatic music]

With the killer's arrest.

Or a knockout blow to Angela's credibility.

Find me something, Sarah.

[suspenseful music] [birds twittering]

-Hi. -Hey.

How are you feeling?

Not too bad. All things considered.

What about your magic?

Waking up.

It's like I've been given a Ferrari without the keys.

[chuckles] Yeah. Well, you need a coven.

You up for one?

Just you and me.

Your mother wouldn't approve.

You sure I won't mess it up again?

Harper, you liberated it. I'll forever be grateful.

But a power boost wouldn't go amiss right now.

Come on.

Well, I look forward to it.

Yeah. Thank you. Bye-bye.

[phone clanks]

That was the Home Secretary.

My Bill has been scheduled

for an emergency reading... tonight.

[laughter, applause]

Honestly. Oh, this is the start of a new era.

I presume they dropped the witch DNA proposal?

No, no, actually, quite the opposite.

There's interest in fast tracking it.

Mom, DNA research opens us up to serious ethical issues.

Do you know what, Luka? I knew you'd react like this.

Just think of the advances that genetic research has brought.

I mean, come on... use your imagination.

Right.

Here we go.

Keep working the phones. I'm off to London.

[ominous music]

[keyboard clacking]

[muttering] 'The last purported massacre of witches in England

in 1651.'

1651.

'It's said the witches of Redhaven

staged a rebellion against the Crown

and mundane rule.

The site has never been identified

and the location of Redhaven Manor remains unclear.

[suspenseful music]

Where are you, Redhaven?

[mysterious music]

Gwen?

What car did Ryan use

when he investigated the animal deaths?

Presumably not his patrol car.

He drove mine.

Right.

But I... I'm, I'm trying to work out

where he was searching.

Does it have sat nav?

Of course.

[bolt clanks]

[ominous music]

Ryan joked she was

as fast as a lawnmower. [chuckles]

But he loved taking her out. [keys jangle]

Lachlan: The year you were born.

I would like to think that you broke the curse

of the bambino.

Hey.

Oh.

You look better.

Yeah, I feel it.

Thanks to both of you.

I...

made you a tincture.

[bottle clanks]

But I see you don't need it.

Can we talk in the living room please?

[footsteps receding]

You bet.

How could you be so selfish and reckless?

What happened to working together to protect her?

It's such a betrayal of trust.

You're hardly the paragon of honesty, Sarah.

You kept my daughter a secret from me.

The truth that she's magical from me.

And you lied to me about Starcross.

I let down my guard for you.

[dramatic music]

I let you into my heart.

But now you're unbound, we...

we can't be together. -Yes, we can.

Forget about the old rules...

and create new ones.

Those who don't learn from history are...

doomed to repeat it.

Don't lecture me, Lachlan. I'm...

I'm not stupid. You sound like Angela Otis!

What is that supposed to mean?

You're both so extreme,

like opposite sides of the same coin.

[sinister music]

Was that your intention all along?

To get your hands on Starcross?

You want the truth?

I love you.

[romantic music]

Well...

[sighs]

I love you.

That's the easy part.

Everything else...

Maybe I live too much in the future.

And you too much in the past.

How about we settle on the present?

Well, right now they want to create a database of our DNA.

Then let's try and stop it before it's too late.

We're gonna need a miracle.

Parliament just called an emergency reading

on the Bill...

tonight. [suspenseful crescendo]

[wind gusting]

[traffic rumbling]

She sees the writing's on the wall.

She's not a witch, though.

No. But her mom and dad are.

Please don't get dragged down by this.

Sarah Fenn's trying to disgrace your mother,

but she's on the wrong side.

This bill will be passed,

and by tomorrow you'll be out of the spotlight.

I trust you're right.

Why don't we celebrate tonight?

We'll find a romantic hideaway.

I'd love that. Like where?

I don't know yet, but...

somewhere special.

I've got to go.

Keep me posted.

Hey, Harper!

Go away, Bea.

I have a message for your mom.

I see through her.

Pretending to be this healing witch

while feeding disgusting stories to the press.

That's nothing Angela Otis hasn't done.

At least she hasn't been accused of murder.

My mother had nothing to do with what happened.

Then who did?

Or maybe it was you, Harper.

[dark music]

You're so predictable, Bea.

Have you ever thought that maybe your hatred towards my family

is just to deflect the dysfunction in yours?

At least I don't pretend my dad's a hero.

And unlike yours, he's never been questioned for murder.

You know nothing about my dad. [treacherous music]

[breathes heavily]

You don't even have the nerve to hit me.

You're pathetic.

Don't worry.

You'll feel restored very soon.

What did you do?

Stopped you making a grave mistake.

[dark music]

I have to go.

Word of advice, Harper.

Choose your battles.

Every action has consequences you can't predict.

[suspenseful music]

[car rumbling]

[engine cuts] [handbrake clicks]

[water birds crying]

[ping]

[car door opens]

I need to talk to you.

Can you take a quick break?

No. I'm busy.

Bridge...

this new legislation is catastrophic.

We're going to be persecuted.

Well, something has to be done.

Witches are killing people, or had you forgotten?

No.

I loved Pierre.

One heinous witch committed those crimes.

This law...it'll punish us all.

Well, what can I do?

Help me stop it.

Talk to Angela,

maybe you can dissuade her.

No, she's gone to London.

Besides, she believes in this.

But do you believe in it?

Please, Bridge.

Maybe you can find something to help me.

And snoop around her office

and find the something you missed.

I can't believe you, Sarah.

I don't shop my friends.

You shopped Lachlan to the police!

That's because he was the last person

to see Pierre alive,

and he lied to you about it!

Honestly, I don't even know

who you are anymore.

Urgh!

I suggest you leave, Sarah.

You're making Bridget uncomfortable.

You're making us all uncom... -I can go

where I damn well like.

Not for long.

Sarah, you have to go.

Or I'll call the police.

[dramatic music]

Bye, Izzy.

[door opens] [bells tinkle]

[door closes]

Izz...

you need to keep your distance from Harper and Sarah.

Lachlan's a bad influence.

I mean it.

[high tempo music]

[crow cawing]

[suspenseful music]

Well done, Ryan.

[torch switch clicks]

[ominous music fades in]

[ghostly whispering]

[phone buzzing]

Oh...[sighs]

Maggie, you'd best be far from Sanctuary.

Hear me out.

I've found the killer's hideout,

and all the evidence you could possibly need.

This better be solid. Where are you?

Right, let me send you my location.

Urgh! -Maggie?

[struggling] -Maggie?

Maggie, are you al...? [phone disconnects]

Maggie? Shit.

[suspenseful music]

[sizzling, tinkling]

[whoosh]

Harper. [book slams shut]

What spell was that?

I was just exploring stuff.

Exploring magic so dangerous it's hidden.

Your obsession with dark magic frightens me.

-I'm not obsessed. -No?

Earth tremors. Unbinding magic.

What next? -Well...

why is it your first instinct not to trust me?

Tell me what spell you were learning and I'll answer.

No.

You'd just assume the worst.

[footsteps receding]

[ominous music]

[labored breathing]

[terrifying beat]

Deveraux: Maggie, can you hear me?!

Maggie?!

Maggie, can you hear me?

[dog barking] Maggie!

-[gasping] -Search that building.

-Yep. -Maggie! Maggie? Maggie.

What happened?

You were attacked.

You're lucky to be alive.

[groans]

Sir, the cellar's has been torched.

Fuck!

[phone buzzing]

[suspenseful music]

How long have you known?

I was suspicious all along.

The attack in the town hall confirmed it.

What other crimes has she committed?

None. She's young, confused.

She's a renegade.

And you lied to me.

I did what any mother would.

Fight for my child.

Only I'm no longer sure where the worst threat

is coming from.

[mysterious music]

Here's proof of another lie I told.

Or maybe you knew this too.

Use it to fight the Bill.

Tell the public you confiscated

the illegal grimoire the killer used.

That the old magic will never be used again.

It's our only hope.

And then...

keep it safe.

I can't do that anymore.

Thank you.

[poignant music]

Robert.

Whatever our differences,

we believe in the same kind of world

and are fighting for it.

Let's not be enemies.

You misunderstand me.

I never saw you as my enemy, Sarah.

[door opens]

[door squeaks, closes]

What do you think? [romantic music]

Doesn't this belong to the Fenns?

Yeah, but no one lives here.

It's kind of fun to sneak in.

Hmm.

How do we get in?

Uh...home security 101.

Don't leave the key under the mat.

[laughs]

[door squeaks open]

This is the Starcross grimoire.

The last illegal copy of the ancient spell book.

An anonymous tip-off led to its seizure.

-How could you, Mom? -And we can assure the public

that the grimoire will be destroyed.

Oh. One of those anonymous tip-offs.

-They're gonna destroy it. -He has to say that.

But he won't.

No rogue witch

will ever access its magic again.

To the public at large,

and our lawmakers in parliament,

I implore you to avoid rash judgment.

Our existing in...

How can you still believe that the Moot

are gonna save witches?

Is this because of me?

-I had to give them something. -[Lachlan scoffs]

And out of all the things to give 'em.

[chilling music]

[romantic music]

[heavy breathing]

[mystical choral music]

[tinkling]

What is that?

Seriously, what's going on?

I'm magical, Bea.

What the fuck?

You're a witch?

There's nothing to be scared of.

Stay away from me!

But we love each other!

You lied to me.

I could never love a witch.

Don't say that, Bea!

[bolt clicks] Let me out.

[screams] Let me out!

[door rattling violently] Abdere limen advorsaribus...

[whooshing, crackling]

-Abdere limen advorsaribus. -Bridget, help me!

-Bea? -I'm trapped...

-I can't hear... -Please.

-You need to come now. -Where are you?

Help me! Help!

[whooshing, smash]

Bea? [phone disconnects]

Oh, my God. [treacherous music]

Don't hurt me. Please.

[panicked breathing]

Did you take anything from the cellar?

Any evidence?

I've got nothing.

Shit.

Glad you're alive, Maggie.

Oh, sorry.

Of...of course I'm relieved.

It's just you nearly caught them.

[gate squeaking] Sarah.

Sarah, thank God you're here.

I need your magic to find Bea.

She just phoned saying, help me.

And then she hung up. Or somebody did.

-Do you know where she is? -No. She's not picking up.

-Let's go inside. -Okay.

[ominous music]

How long have you known?

Since I was...

17.

It must have come from my father's side.

Definitely not my mom's.

Have you ever thought of telling her?

God, no.

No, she'd hate me for it.

I buried it.

But then...we moved to Sanctuary.

And I started to read what Sarah Fenn was capable of,

and I wanted to learn about my magic.

-You admire Sarah Fenn? -Oh, she's powerful, Bea.

And her family are legendary.

I can do a locator spell.

Do you have anything of Bea's?

She left this at my house. She wears it a lot.

Perfect. That'll work.

[zinging] [exhales]

[ethereal music]

[whoosh]

Oh... [rumbling]

What's wrong with you?

Oh, someone's trying to break the spell.

The spell to do what?

Stop anyone finding us.

It's being repelled.

[high tempo music]

The killer's taken her.

I'll ring Deveraux. He'll put out an alert.

But we need to do something.

Now!

You need stronger magic.

Like from Starcross.

I need to draw more power.

Oh, my God.

Oh...

Did you kill those people, Luka? -No.

Pierre and the policeman?

I...I, I didn't mean to.

Uh, the energy surge, it, it, it messes with your head.

I was devastated when that policeman died,

but I had to conceal myself from being magical.

Which is fucking hard.

It takes a lot of power!

Look, I'm gonna go search for Bea.

The more people looking, the better.

Lachlan, take my number.

I can help you form a coven.

But Bridget can't know I'm a witch.

You want me to feel sorry for you?

You blame me.

But it's...it's like a disease.

I'm cursed, Bea.

[crashing] Fuck!

How is her magic so powerful?

[deep breathing]

[quiet whoosh] [bulb sizzles]

[gasps]

Have you done it? You've broken through?

What is it? Where's Bea?

At Gloriana's cottage.

Lachlan's cottage, you mean?

I mean, the killer's probably trying to frame Dad.

You need to remain here,

it's a police investigation. -Stay with Bridge.

I can't help Bea if I'm worrying about you.

When are you gonna trust me?

-Bridge, we'll find her. -Maggie: Let's go.

[blade zings] Oh, my power is almost gone.

[sinister music]

I love you, Bea.

I don't want to do this.

Luka, no.

No, please! -Arcesso...

-Please! -...Exitium...

[screams]

[panicking] Please!

But can't you see I have no choice?

Hoc donum sumo vires

vis vitae...

Hoc donum sumo,

vires vis vitae...

hoc donum sumo...

vires vis vitae...

hoc donum sumo...

vires vis vitae...

hoc donum sumo...

vires vis vitae...

[handbrake clicks] [car door opens]

[suspenseful music]

[whistling]

That's unlucky.

[dark music]

I saw your press conference...

standing beside the police... with Starcross.

But now you've done your bit,

you can let me return Starcross to Sarah.

Is that right?

How a woman like Sarah fell for you is...a mystery.

Well, if you admire her so much,

maybe you shouldn't have taken her family grimoire.

Maybe if she trusted you more, she'd have kept it.

I know you want it for yourself, Lachlan.

Redhaven rallying cry?

[ominous music]

[sparking, zapping]

Stop.

You can't get in.

Why? I thought you broke through the spell.

I did.

They've regained power.

Oh my God, Bea.

[dark beat]

What's happening?

I don't know. It's not me.

[sparking, sizzling]

I told you to stay at home.

[glass smashes] [body thumps]

What the...?

Luka?

Maggie: Luka!

No, no, no.

Leave him to me.

Come on.

Come on.

[dramatic music]

Bea?

Bea?

She's not breathing.

We're too late.

What are you doing? -I learned the draining spell

in Starcross so that I could create an undoing spell.

[whoosh]

[out of breath]

I'm glad you're permanently bound.

I always knew you were a snake. [menacing music]

Say what you want about me, Robert.

My conscience is clear.

Just hand over Starcross and I'll be on my way.

Not on your life.

[whoosh] [thump]

[loud crash] [Robert gasps]

[suspenseful music]

[whipping]

[groaning, struggling]

You underestimated me.

[bracelet clanks]

And all the other witches yearning for freedom.

[ropes strain tighter] [Robert groans, struggles]

Aah. Shit.

[sizzling] Come on.

Release, God damn it.

I guess...

we make our choices

and then we have to live...

with the consequences.

[exhales]

[breath shuddering]

[dramatic music]

[Bea inhales]

It worked.

Harper, you did it.

[Bea breathes heavily]

You are a witch.

[dramatic music]