All language subtitles for Charmed s02e09-en

♪ La la la, la la la,
la la la la ♪

♪ La la la,
la la la la la la ♪

♪ No, no, thanks,
no stuntin 'on me ♪

♪ My shadow side
ain't where you wanna be now ♪

♪ La la la,
la la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la, la la la,
la la la la ♪

♪ Three ♪

(whistling)

♪ Two ♪

(whistling)

♪ One ♪

(magical chime)

♪ I'm-a get it done,
I'm-a get it done, hey-oh ♪

(yells in pain)

(grunts)

♪ This is my payback. ♪

I give.

(chuckles)
Ah...

Damn, Maggie. I'm gonna have
to start wearing pads.

Not bad for a
beginner, right?

But remember: keep your weight
evenly distributed,

fight...

I know.

Just seems like a poor way
to thank you for the lessons.

I want to do this, Maggie.

After everything
you've been through.

I'm fine. Really.

I don't remember much,
but that Parker dude,

he was clearly dangerous.

It's a dangerous world.

But I've got this.

(chuckling)

(exhales)
Can I walk you home?

Oh, no, I'm... I'm
good, thank you.

It's just down
the street.

Plus... formidable.
Remember?

(chuckles)

(teakettle whistling)

MAGGIE:
Anyone home?

Me. Kitchen.

I boiled water.
In under 30 seconds.

Personal best.

This power needs a cooler name
than molecular manipulation.

How about... matter mastery?

Well, while you're busy
mastering magical hot cocoa,

I am going to be
kicking asses.

Today with Jordan, I could
predict all of his moves.

And what were his moves,

exactly?

I'm getting a vision.

You're gonna lecture me about
getting too close to Jordan.

He almost got killed
in a full on demon-witch battle.

Yes, I know.
I was there.

Thankfully, he doesn't
remember anything, except...

Parker.

I'm sorry. I know these
last few weeks have been rough.

It's gonna take some time
to recover.

I'm fine. And I'm not
into Jordan, Mel.

Or anyone else for that matter.

This heart of mine?

Closed for business.

Now... slide
me that mug.

See? Catlike reflexes.

Mm.

(gasps)

MEL:
Maggie? Maggie!

(gasps)

Are you okay?

What did you see?

The darklighter.

(quietly):
I think he's back.

MACY (sighs):
Black amber experiment
number 17...

2cc's sublingual administration.

(sighs)
Okay.

Let's try this again,
shall we?

Come on. Come on!

Just move, you
little stuffy...

Black amber gave Mel
and Maggie power,

and all it's giving me
is a headache.

Well, be patient.

It didn't happen
for your sisters immediately,

and you do still have
your demon powers,

which are pretty persuasive.

Yeah, demons can be
persuasive, can't they?

Especially in
close proximity.

(running footsteps)

The motel from my vision.

In Newark, New Jersey.
It's real.

Safe Harbor Motel.

Oh. Well, I...

I really thought
he was dead.

I was resurrected
after what should have been

a fatal blow;
it stands to reason

he enjoyed a similar reprieve.

Unless it
isn't him.

It could be someone in league
with him. The person

who released
him, maybe?

MAGGIE:
Well, in any case,

The best defense
is a good offense, so...

Let's kick some evil ass.

I don't know

if I should go.

If it is him, I, I don't want
to get too close.

I don't want him
back in my head.

(phone buzzes, beeps)

Oh, no.

No, no, no. Um,

Mace, if you don't come along,
I need a favor.

What kind of favor?

A "keeping my job so we continue
to have money for food

and don't lose access
to the command center"...

kind of favor.

Mm.

Greetings,

visionaries.

My name is Macy,
and I want to welcome you

to SafeSpace Seattle,
the city's premier

communal workspace.

It's a little early
for questions,

but, uh, yeah, you there.

Uh, yeah.
Um... let me ask you,

uh, what-what makes this

the premier
communal workspace in the city?

Excellent question;

which I will be happy
to answer in a moment,

on the tour.
Okay, so...

Yeah. This, this is
a safe

community for your
dreams to flourish...

Yes?

Have they analyzed
the acoustics?

Are they
carbon neutral?

vision, visionary?

None of your damn business!

(murmuring)

Mm... what I mean to say,

uh, is that I am

just a, a work in progress.

Who-who wants some,
some kombucha?

We have that here.

Yeah.

LOLA: So, there's going to be
an essay on the First Amendment

versus the
Sixth Amendment:

free press versus
speedy trial.

We should get
into that.

Have you read up on
restraining orders

in the State of Washington?

What does that have to do
with constitutional law?

Nothing. I was-- I was just
looking up something.

For a friend.

Maggie.

Jordan...

why are you getting
sucked into her drama?

I'm not getting
sucked into anything.

She's my friend, Lola.

Well, your "friend"
has only been trouble

since she showed
up here.

I mean, you got a concussion
from her crazy-ass ex.

What do you really know
about her anyway?

She's a good person.

Who was in a bad situation.

Come on, where you going?

(sighs) While you're busy

playing out your
hero complex,

I'm gonna ace my exam.

(sighs)

♪ There's a wolf among us... ♪

There's a trick to it.

Don't feel bad if it
takes a while to master.

I mastered gene-splicing.
I, uh, think I can handle it.

(giggles)

It's a lot of chairs,
the speaker must be a big draw.

It's Julian Shea.
The new majority investor

of SafeSpace.

Tech billionaire and
a philanthropist?

guy.

He puts the vision
in visionary.

Oh, no.

Hi. Mr. Shea.

No-no, I, I would like
say, I am deeply sorry...

I'm... I'm just,
I'm filling in,

I'm-I'm not a tour guide,
I'm... (chuckling)

I'm a scientist.

was
a scientist,

and now I'm gonna shut up.

Please... no apology necessary.

The truth is,
I was trying to rattle you.

I, I like to pressure test
the corporate party line.

Oh.

Julian.

Hi, Swan.

I'm gonna
need that back.

♪ There's a wolf among us ♪

♪ And they haven't
found her yet. ♪

Pleasure.

So, whoever this is checked
into a no-tell motel?

Are you sure this
is the place, Mags?

Yeah.
That's the sign. Okay.

Let me focus,
see if I can get a room number.

Ugh! Nothing.

Well, I suppose we'll have
to do this the hard way--

room by room.

(whip cracks, woman laughs)

Harry, are you blushing?

Let's just say the occupant
of that room

is into riding crops,
and he's not an equestrian.

Buckle up. We've got
a bunch more to go.

MEL (whispering):
Harry, everything all right?

Give me a second.

This must be it.

Okay. Let's search
every inch.

That door was booby trapped;
there might be other land mines.

(thump, squeaking on window)

(window slides open)

(window slides open)

(quietly):
One, two...

(man screams)

(grunts)

Dad?
Dad?

You're alive?

What the hell, Ray?

I know. Look,
it's a long story...

Who are you? You're not really
their father, are you?

You're someone or something
impersonating him.

Something? Listen, BBC guy, I
don't know who the hell you are,

but I am Ray Vera and those are
my daughters Mel and Maggie.

Torito and Little Bug.

MAGGIE:
Harry.

Let him go. It's him.

(quietly):
All right.

I thought I lost you.

I did. I... Ow!

I went to your funeral.

I cried over your grave.

Easy, Mags.
No, no.

It's fine, it's fine.
I deserve that.

But-but to be fair,
were dead.

I saw that house
burn down.

How did you find me?

Harry, we need a moment
with our father.

Alone.

Certainly.

I'll be right outside this door.

(door opens, closes)

Hey. Hey, hey.

Don't go through
your father's things.

What is all this?

You've got your hands
in your pockets.

You taught me
to play poker, Ray.

And when you bluff, you rub
your fingertips together,

which is why you've got
your hands in your pockets.

I mean, I know you're
allergic to honesty,

but give it the old college try.

Fine.

You girls deserve the truth.

I'm not just a professor
of archeology.

I'm a thief.

Yeah, that's right.

Your old man is in
the black market

relic trade; ancient relics.

It's good money, but there are
bad people and they're after me.

So, all those
university-sponsored digs

you went on
to find artifacts, so...

you sold all those
on the black market?

To who?
I don't know.

It's all done
through intermediaries.

And I just happened
to cross the wrong people,

and so I had to do
a disappearing act.

And if you girls are smart,

you would do the same thing
right now.

Afraid we can't do that.
As much as I would love to,

we came here because
we're looking for something.

(distant, indistinct chatter)

RAY:
I told you everything.

There is nothing in that bag
that has any meaning to you.

The most important thing
right now is for you
to get as far away

from me as possible
as quickly as possible.

Mel.

Where did you get that?

Hey, big boy.

(gasping, whimpering)

(woman screaming)

A man in a black hat and coat

is headed rather purposefully
this way.

Ring any bells, Dad?

I clocked him a week ago
in Georgia.

How does he keep finding me?

Okay, look, we can all go out
through the bathroom window.

I have another plan.
We stay here and we fight.

I like that plan.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
You girls don't get it.

These aren't some
Hilltowne punks that

we're dealing with here, these
are seriously dangerous people.

I agree with your father.

Which is why I have to do this.

Harry!

Yeah. We're the only ones
who are allowed to hit him.

Now he's out. We can move him.

Move him where?

Grab hold.

(low, indistinct chatter)

JULIAN:
Good evening, idiots.

(chatter quiets)

I'm sorry.

Did you expect me
to call you "visionaries"?

You know what?

I don't think
the word does you justice.

Let me tell you a story.

When I was 13 years old,

I found an old red smoking
jacket in a thrift store.

I spent my allowance on it
because I thought

that it made me look suave,
important, cool.

I... was wrong.

(scattered laughter)

But a billion dollars later,

this idiot has funded
malaria control in Africa,

distributed thousands
of computers

and sponsored STEM studies
all across the world.

I've always marched
to a different drummer.

Seen things that others
have missed.

Because, you see, only idiots,
like you and me,

believe that we can
actually change the world.

And you never know when
inspiration is gonna strike.

I find it in the most
unexpected faces,

and places.

So now, I'm gonna do
something really idiotic.

Getting ahead of an impending
global food crisis

by building urban farmland...

underground.

(excited murmuring)

But climate change
is ravaging world agriculture.

We need to figure out
how we can grow food

where climate is irrelevant.

So, with state-of-the-art UV
and hydroponic tech,

we can transform
subterranean Seattle

into a new, locally-sourced
and sustainable Eden.

(cheering, applause)

The pilot program will be right
here, at SafeSpace Seattle.

In just a few weeks,
we will start excavation...

...right below all of your feet.

(cheering, applause)

Oh, my God.

MEL:
He looks so harmless
when he's sleeping.

I'm sorry I acted so
unilaterally back there,

but if we got into a fight,
the chances are

we'd have to display our powers,

and he clearly
doesn't know about you.
So,

what do we
do with him?

How about you orb him to Siberia
and we forget we ever saw him?

I'm happy to oblige,

but there are a lot of questions
that only he can answer.

Namely, how did he come
into possession

of one of the darklighter's
weapons?

I'll leave it up to you two.

(Maggie sighs)

What good are answers if we
can't trust the man giving them?

And if he stays...

We have to let him
know the truth,

about us.

Clearly, Mom didn't trust
him with her secrets.

You're right, Mel.

We don't owe him anything.

I feel like we should
protect ourselves, but...

But...

he's still our dad.

And he's in trouble.

(coughing)

What...?

(grunts)
What?

(stammers)

The house.

I thought it burned down.

MAGGIE:
It did.

And it didn't.

There's something
you need to know,

about me and Mel.

And Mom.

It's going to be an interesting
next few years because if...

if Big Business, if major
corporations don't start to

lead the charge on
climate change, and...
Uh...

(chuckles)
Hi.

Uh, hello, again.

Hi, Mr. Shea. U-Um, listen,
really enjoyed your speech.

Thank you.

more about your underground
hydroponic plans for SafeSpace.

Yeah...

Uh, your car is here.

Thank you. Um...

I've actually really late
for this meeting, so...

I'm sorry.
Some other time.

Can I buy you dinner?

Hmm?

I-I... It's the least I can do

(laughs): after I was so...
so un-visionary-like.

You know, uh,
I actually can't remember

the last time that somebody
offered to pick up my tab.

So you're saying, magic is real,
I was married to a witch,

you are witches and this house,
which is now invisible,

came here through
a supernatural portal?

For the third time, yes.

Hmm. Nope.

What do you mean, "nope"?

The house that burned down is
still standing, with us in it.

Okay, is this is some sort
of elaborate prank

to-to punish me?

Show him.

(sighs)

How... how did you...?

I found you at the motel
because I have visions.

I can see the future.

Not as flashy,
but pretty handy.

It's real.

Magic, spells.

Oh, my God.

It all makes sense now.

Your mother.

If I had just understood,
things might have been different

with us. We...

I've been chasing
the secrets

of ancient civilization
my entire life...

...and they've been
right under my nose.

This whole time.

This is incredible.

Show me more, please.

This isn't some
parlor trick, Ray.

This is our life.

And it's dangerous.

Now where did you
get this weapon?

(door opens)

(door closes)

We have a serious problem.

Uh, is that...

Macy, meet Ray,

our father
who's not dead anymore.

I can't believe he's alive.

Yes, I know,
surprise twist,

and yet, not as pressing
as this billionaire

digging up our
command center.

Yes, I know.

Is it immoral to bewitch
a philanthropist?

Well, even if he made all his
money from petting kittens,

we need to stop him
by any means necessary.

Agree.

Hence the
influencer potion.

I'm gonna slip it in his drink.

You're having drinks with him?

Uh, dinner, actually.

Wish me luck.

MAGGIE:
Parker, leave him alone.

Oh, is this a thing, Vera?

(echoing):
Vera? Vera? Vera?

(inhales deeply)

(typing)

She's dead.

MAGGIE: Where did you
get that chakram?

I hit a bad patch.
I needed some money fast.

I did something that
I'm not very proud of.

Couldn't be worse than
faking your own death, could it?

Your mother kept her antique
collection in the attic.

And, well, there were
a few pieces up there

that were very, very
interesting,

and I thought, well,

she wouldn't need them anymore.

You stole from us?

After Mom's funeral?

It was just one talisman,
gathering dust.

Talisman?

What kind of talisman.

A small disc with
a carving of an eye,

runes I had never seen before,
it was about-about

the size of my palm.

And you sold it
on the black market?
Yes.

About a year later, some buyers
came knocking on my door

demanding to know
where I got it,

but I wasn't gonna
lead them to you,

so I skipped town,
I went into hiding.

The next thing I knew,
the house, our house,

was burned to the ground.

I came back.

I did, I came back
looking for you,

and I found this in the ashes.
I...

I sold this

to those same buyers
months prior, and so

I-I thought, "My God,
they were here.

They-they killed
my girls."

So you faked your death to avoid
the same fate as your daughters?

Just when I thought
you couldn't get any lower.

But...

is he working for those buyers?

I have no idea.

He just keeps showing up,
even though I've left no traces.

Unless, someone
left traces on you.

The relics in your bag,
I need to see them now.

I'm telling you
there is no tracker in there.

I would know
if someone

tampered with
my things.
What's this?

It's Minoan,
3,000 B.C.,

give or take a century.

I acquired it in a small
museum in Crete.

He means stole it.

Faking your own death
is expensive.

I needed a rare piece to sell
to set myself up.

(rattling)

I think there might be
something inside of it,

but, well, you'd have to break
the piggybank to find out.

Well, that "something"
could be

the something we're after.

Yeah, there's a spell
I reconstructed

The Book of Shadows.

Full disclosure.
It might do the trick.

BOTH:
Full disclosure,
drop the shield,

all the secrets be revealed.

Amazing.

It's a ram's head.

(glass shattering)

(grunts)

(gasping)

What the hell was that?

No, really?

Yes. Okay, I agree

Ada Lovelace is the greatest
computer scientist.

It's just most guys
herald Babbage,

Jobs, Gates, the dudes.

I'm not most guys.

And Ada had this

beautiful vision of how math
and art worked hand and hand.

"Poetical science."
Yes.

Oh.

(laughs)

What?

I just, I haven't had anyone
to talk to about all this

in-in a while.

Yeah, it feels too easy, right?

We should up the degree of
difficulty in this conversation.

Um, let's talk about
religion or politics, or...

Or your plan to dig
under SafeSpace.

What's controversial
about that?

You don't like the idea
of an underground garden?

Oh, I l-love it, just not here.

There's a major aquifer nearby,
excavation could pollute it.

I know. My hydrologist
did a full site survey.

Oh. Well, uh, did you
look into the soil?

It's very sandy.
You could be putting

the whole building in jeopardy.

Which is why I consulted
a geologist first.

What's this about?

You got me.

It's the-the
northwestern salamander.

Yeah, they have a subterranean
migration corridor

through this
neighborhood.

Salamanders?

Mm.

You're very fast
at cooking up objections.

I would say that you're the one
who's moving too fast.

You are being contrary.

Is that how you describe people
who don't agree with you?

(cell phone buzzing)

Saved by the buzz.

Excuse me, I have to take care
of some business.

Hey.

So do I.

The house is uncloaked.
You brought that thing in here,

and now we're
completely exposed.

What?
The object,

it seems to have had
some sort of bad interaction

with the spell,

causing the uncloaking
as a side effect.

Give.

The fact that this
is actually magical

increases its value
exponentially.

You put our lives
in jeopardy again,

and your reaction
is a "get rich quick" scheme?

What's next? Selling us
to the highest bidder?

Give me the damn stone, Ray.

Fine.

What the...?

I swear I didn't do anything.
I didn't. Here.

(gasps)

Even if I wanted
to get rid of it,

it doesn't seem like
it wants to go.

Never mind that thing.
We need to re-cloak

the house before
we're discovered.

The Book of Elders

or something in the
command center can help us.

He can't come with us, and
he can't stay here alone, so...

Looks like I drew
the short straw.

(door bell jingles)

I'm going to say three words
that are very hard for me.

You were right.

Uh, that was my project manager.

Uh, it turns out that
we did not consult

an environmental biologist, but

we will now, thanks to you.

Oh. Is... (stammers)

Is that, is that gonna
cause a-a huge delay?

It's gonna be
what it's gonna be,

and that's fine
'cause I want to do this right.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

You know, this has
actually, um,

been one of the most
honest conversations

I've had in a really long time.

Here is a toast

to honesty,

emotions,

and salamanders.

Cheers.

Cheers.

(gasps)

Ooh, ooh, I'm sorry.

(chuckles) Uh, it's okay.
Excuse me, um,

can I get, uh,
some club soda

over here, stat.
Thank you. Mm-hmm.

We spent so many hours out here
when you were little

looking at the stars.

I'd tell you the myths
of the constellations,

and you would love
hearing stories

about Orion the hunter.

Do you remember that?

No.

All I remember is you leaving
one day and never coming back.

I just kept thinking,

"What did I do?

"How do I make him happy
so he'll come back?

If I was just
a better daughter..."

I am so sorry, Little Bug.

Do you know how many excuses
I made for you?

Mel told me I was foolish
and naive, and...

turns out
she's pretty damn smart.

Why...

why did you leave? Really?

My marriage crashed and burned.

You were the copilot.

I made mistakes, yeah.

But so did
your mother.

Neither of us
were perfect.

She was there for us.

You were a ghost.

Why did you stay away, Dad?

All those
canceled holidays.

Do you know what that did to me?

I didn't want,
I didn't wan-- It...

It's complicated, hon.

For a little girl,
it's pretty simple.

She just wants her dad
to love her.

For the record, we should've
let you orb Ray to Siberia.

I'm beginning
to think you're right.

He's managed to wreak
total havoc in less than a day.

Ah. Here we go.

Minoan magic.

These are Cretan hieroglyphics,

which put Egyptian hieroglyphics
to shame in their obscurity.

Mm, there it is, the figurine.

Yeah, I knew
it looked familiar.

It appears your father absconded
with the Stone of Atreus.

It's reputed to guard the island
of Crete from unwanted forces.

So it's a protection totem.

Ironic.

Dads-- they're supposed
to be our protection totems,

and ours keeps
throwing us into traffic.

Okay, so how do we undo
what it did to the house?

It says the Stone clings to its
thief, like a tick to a sheep.

Annoying, but not terrible.

No, wait.

Except the Stone has a
remorseless magical guardian,

the Fury.

And its sole purpose
is to recover that stone.

So, the man with the hat
following Ray

is not a hit man.

He's a hit monster.

(low growling)

♪ There's a darkness
inside of me... ♪

RAY:
That's Orion.
The hunter, Little Bug.

He's brave and he's strong.

Just like you.

♪ Like magnets work,
only drawn... ♪

(phone buzzing)

♪ So we keep circling... ♪

Low pH to the rescue.

(chuckles)

So what happened to your
career in genetics?

Uh...

I had to give it up
to help out my family.

It's kind of complicated.

Well, it doesn't sound
that complicated to me.

Family is important.

Yeah.

Although,

you know, so are
your own dreams.

Sometimes it seems
like my career was a dream.

Hmm.

You know, my father
used to say that, um,

the unexpected detour
sometimes had the best view.

'Cause you never knew
what was around the corner.

(clears throat)
Thank you.

This looks... actually worse.

(laughs)

Dad?

What is it, hon?

I... I lied.

I do remember

looking at the
stars with you.

It's one of my best memories.

And it hurt so bad
when you left.

Oh. Little Bug.

(magical chime)

(gasps)

Wh... What is it?

(loud bang)

The attic. Move!

(panting)

Go!

(Ray grunts)

Stay away from my dad.

Oh, crap.

Dad, come on!

Maggie's not
picking up the phone.

Let's grab your sister.
It's all hands on deck.

(Julian talking quietly)

MACY:
(laughs) Oh.

Yeah, I mean, it's just gonna
have to go in the wash.

(phone vibrating)

It's...

Um... mm.

Having a slight family
emergency.

Oh.

Um, I j...

Can we pick this up
another time?

Yeah. Of course.

Okay. Thanks.

Good night.

(speaking foreign language)

Harry!

MACY:
I thought you
monster.

Apparently,
they're plus-one now.

It replicated.

Don't use your powers.

The more you attack,
the more protective it gets.

It wants the Stone of Atreus.

The thing in your pocket!

In my pocket.

HARRY:
Hand it over now without
getting yourself killed.

(snarling)

No!

What are you doing, Daddy?

Making things right, Little Bug!

You're gonna get killed!

(panting)

MEL:
Have you seen Ray?

I thought he was
out back, but...

He said he was going out
for a minute.

I knew it.

He skipped out, again.

He makes a huge mess for us and
then leaves us to clean it up.

I mean, he did save your life,
but that was the least

he could do.

I just ran down
to the liquor store

to get some rum for the Coquito.

You girls are such
"cup is half-empty."

Speaking of which...

You still have
my favorite mug.

♪ If we start... ♪

That's why I had the vision.

It's not just proximity.

Personal objects help you focus.

RAY:
Well, how about

we focus on this moment
right now?

Because tonight...

...I have my daughters back.

I can drink to that.

♪ And when the dust settles ♪

♪ When it all comes out... ♪

Well, at least
we are re-cloaked.

Yeah. There's-there's that.

I'm sorry we interrupted
your date.

It wasn't a date.

It was an attempt
to save

the command center, which I did,

for the moment.

Yes.

(Ray, Mel and Maggie talking
and laughing)

♪ Only way to know... ♪

Do you think
it's a good thing,

that Ray is back?

I hope so.

But Macy,
when he stole that talisman

and sold it, he
unleashed a nightmare.

Inadvertently or not,
Ray Vera may be responsible

for releasing the darklighter.

♪ The only way to know... ♪

And Julian,
as he was leaving, said,

"Thank you, Swan."
(laughs)

Wow.

Speaking of lovely men,
you're staying

for Silent Disco
after work, right?

Oh, you know what?
I'm kind of beat.

But you look amazing.

Thanks. Old Navy Rockstar jeans.

Fun and fashionable.

Well, have a good time.

♪ The only way to know... ♪

Rough night?

Rough, but, uh, good.

♪ If we start again... ♪

Hey, I've been meaning
to thank you.

For the lessons?

No. For, uh,
for being a good man.

'Cause they're in short supply
these days.

Maggie.

Enjoy your java.

(laughs softly)

(beeps, door lock clicks)

Maggie, I was wondering
if we could talk about some...

Maggie?

Maggie.

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