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Previously on Charmed...

Parker. Please. You're better than this.

Oh...

What did you do?

He's dead.

I'm gonna make you pay for this.

Get in line.

It's Helen, right? You're a Whitelighter.

You don't have a sister, do you?

She's part of you.

I am half.

The Elders did this to you?

Time for medication.

You gonna be good?

Don't need trouble tonight.

Your hair.

It's so tangled.

Why don't you let me send an orderly in here with a brush?

Pretty you up.

I'll be right back.

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Damn it.

I don't understand.

What's the problem?

Me.

The problem is me.

A cassoulet.

Mmm. With sausage. My favorite.

Don't look so surprised

that I'm an expert cook.

You went to quite a bit of trouble.

Not really.

You just cook it slowly

until the duck is tender

and can be easily pulled from the bone.

Abby... you invited me for dinner.

But you really came for dessert, didn't you?

I came to check in on you,

make sure you're doing all right.

Harry, you're attracted to me.

There's nothing wrong with that. You're a man with needs.

And Macy's not meeting those.

We've been through this.

- You're a demon. - Half.

And it's not sexually transmitted.

Harry, life is long for creatures like us.

Full of pain and suffering, and that's if you're lucky.

I can make you feel things you never thought possible.

Why deny yourself that?

Now you came up here for something.

To finish what we started.

It's time to get what you want.

That had better be a toy you brought for me.

_

Hello?

Helen? Helen? Hello?

I'm sorry.

I have to go.

? It's a valentine, let's go... ?

Dark and Stormy?

- I'm sorry? - Dark and Stormy?

That's your drink, right?

Dark rum, ginger beer,

- slice of lime? - Right.

Good memory.

The order stood out.

Not many people know that drink.

I used to be a bartender

in another life.

- I'm lying. - Excuse me?

It's not the drink I remembered.

It's your face.

Oh.

Sorry, I've got no game.

I just...

I always come in too direct.

No, direct is... good.

I'm Ruby.

I'm Mel.

Nice to meet you, Mel.

Officially.

I'm heading out after work

with some friends later if you want to come.

You said direct is good?

It is. Uh...

It's just that tonight isn't really a good night.

Well, if your night opens up...

And the drink's on me.

See you around, Dark and Stormy.

There was a connection between you two.

Right, Mel?

Mel?

Huh?

The restoration spell for the Power of Three.

You and Maggie had this...

Electric connection, and when

it reached me, it fizzled.

I'm the weak link, obviously.

We don't know that yet, Macy.

Yeah, but for some reason,

the black amber hasn't restored your witch powers.

The question is why?

_

What's wrong?

Oh, nothing.

- Just Jordan inviting me to a party. - Huh.

And you're not interested?

- In a party or Jordan? - Both.

Either.

I like parties, and...

I really like Jordan.

I just... I don't think I'm ready.

You know, after everything that happened with Parker.

Yeah.

Relationships are hard, given what we do.

That's why we made that "no relationship" rule.

Which I have officially broken.

With Julian.

Maybe that's why I don't have my witch powers back.

I'm being punished for experiencing a drop of joy.

Hey, don't say that.

There is no reason we should be doomed to a life of loneliness.

So...

To happiness, wherever we may find it.

We may be displaced for the moment,

but at least we have each other.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Displacement.

What?

Displacement.

Uh, one... one matter displaces another. What...?

What if my demon powers

are displacing my witch powers?

I think I know how to get them back.

Helen.

Helen... are you all right?

That man with the gun... He killed those people?

She... your other half...

Killed him?

Helen, where is she? Where?!

Gone.

Whoa!

What the hell?!

Hey, are you okay?

You really shouldn't be in the middle of the road like that.

Somebody could hit you.

Is there someone I can call, or somewhere I can take you?

You don't think it's weird that she ran out of

there without telling us where she was going?

You know Macy.

She still goes at it alone sometimes,

even when she doesn't have to.

Harry.

What is going on?

Mel, Maggie,

this is Helen.

The first Whitelighter.

Something terrible's happened.

Abigael.

Well, this is an unexpected twist.

Can we talk?

Uh, privately?

Though I do love girl time,

I imagine you've come here for a reason.

I need your help.

And she's the only survivor?

Why didn't her darklighter kill her, too?

Can't.

"Can't"?

Can't what, Helen?

Can't...

Kill me.

What does she mean?

Darklighters can't kill Whitelighters.

And Whitelighters can't kill darklighters.

But that means...

My darklighter's still alive.

Somewhere.

If Helen's other half is as ruthless as mine,

we need to find her.

Now.

Am I, uh, interrupting?

Oh, no, Harry left a little while ago.

After we finished.

Harry was here?

What, did you expect him to wait around for you forever?

I'm not here to talk about Harry, Abigael.

I need you to help me strip my demon powers.

Why ever would you do an utterly stupid thing like that?

Do you have any idea how coveted

the fire-based powers are in the demon world?

I'm not part of the demon world.

And I have my reasons.

Oh, you think they might be blocking

your witch powers somehow.

And you need those to reclaim the Power of Three.

Am I getting warmer?

You know what, forget it. This was a mistake.

All right, I'll help you.

Why would you do that?

You're getting what you want, Macy... why question it?

Harry.

You want to impress him.

Convince him that you're worthy by helping me.

Looks like dinner was just dinner, and you want more.

Am I getting warmer?

Hypothetically...

I wouldn't mind if Harry caught word of my charitable side.

That I'm helping a friend in need

and all that nonsense.

So, there's something in it for both of us.

It would seem so.

Helen?

Any idea where she might have gone?

Maybe I could try and get a vision?

See something that could help?

Do you mind if Maggie here holds your hand?

She has the power of foresight.

They're, uh...

Witches.

The Charmed Ones.

Yes.

Go on.

What did you see?

Street signs.

Chapel Way and Alderman Avenue.

An intersection.

In Plymouth, Massachusetts.

Okay, well, we can't leave her here alone.

I'll stay, see what else I can find out about what happened.

Maggie, let's go.

Harry?

What happens when we find her?

We have to be prepared for anything.

Where are we going?

Down.

Nos sub terrestri regno deduce.

What's "S.D."?

Subterranean dungeon.

What is going on?

I told you.

It's subterranean.

What the hell are we doing here, Abigael?

You want your demon powers stripped?

I'm taking you to the one person in the world

who can help you do it.

Parker?

He's alive.

I guess you're not hungry.

No pressure.

Is there anything else I can get you, Helen?

More tea?

Mine.

What?

Mine.

Your records.

Harry must have brought them back last time.

Mine.

Your life, it's all here.

You were born Helen Chambliss.

McGantry was your married name.

Home.

Plymouth was your home.

I saw you kill him... How is this possible?

Easy.

I pierced him with a homing device.

It returned his smoky little self back here.

Then we healed him up.

And sealed him up.

And you took over the throne.

Obviously, if the truth were to come out,

my authority would be questioned.

More likely, you'd be killed.

And that would be bad for all of us.

It helps to have friends like me,

in case you hadn't noticed.

Emperor of nothing, get up.

This isn't Club Med.

Macy?

We need the ritual dagger.

The one you used to try and strip me of my powers. Where is it?

Well, if you're so brilliant,

why don't you find it yourself.

Better yet,

why don't you ask your demon BFF Godric?

Why do you like to embarrass me in front of my friends?

It's hurtful.

And counterproductive, when you know how much

I enjoy our little spats, Parky-poo.

Macy...

Is this really necessary?

Fine.

Screw you, Abby.

I would rather die than help you.

Oh, well, that can be arranged.

- Guard? - Yes, my overlord?

Prepare to kill my brother.

Recognize anything?

Yeah, those are the street signs.

This is the right place.

Harry, look.

Why here?

Let's just hope she stopped for a snack.

Maggie.

We're too late.

Why would Darklighter Helen do this?

Her target seems to be whoever stands in her way.

Harry.

She could be anywhere.

"All I can think of is having you near me,

"feeling your skin against mine."

It's signed "Daniel."

You loved him?

He was your husband?

Zachariah McGantry was your husband.

You were 16.

And he was... 40.

You were married off?

"My darling Helen,

"words fail to capture my pain

"at knowing you're with him,

"of knowing what has been denied us.

"Yours forever...

"Daniel."

I am so sorry, Helen.

You have been denied so much.

The freedom to love.

To live your life.

Never...

... been free.

Maggie?

Mel, we need you to figure out where

Helen's darklighter might have gone.

Plymouth... was her home.

Maybe she was looking for a house.

Yeah, well, it's a convenience store now.

We're here with no clue where to go next.

Is there anything you might have

learned from Helen that would help?

Daniel...

I think I might have something.

Apparently Daniel Rayburn was her true love.

And he's buried here on Cavalry Hill.

Somewhere.

It's so sad.

Forbidden from being with the one she loved.

She's just trying to get back to him.

Now, Maggie, remember this isn't Helen we're dealing with.

It's her dark side.

And she's incredibly dangerous.

So if it comes down to it...

She has to be destroyed.

Helen can't do it.

So it's up to us.

Come on.

You're not really planning on killing him.

What kind of amateur do you take me for?

We'll torture him first to find the

location of the knife, then we'll kill him.

What is it with you? You demons.

Your first impulse is to destroy.

What is it with you Charmed Ones?

You claim to be strong women

but haven't the fortitude to do what needs to be done.

This isn't about fortitude.

This is about choices.

Women finally have a say in how things go.

Let's not resort to the same nonsense

men have been perpetuating for centuries.

I know you have a complicated

relationship with your brother.

Let me talk to him.

Alone.

I'll get us the knife.

I know you don't want to help her.

She ruined my life.

And now you show up arm in arm?

Yeah. Sorry.

No, thanks.

She manipulated things.

But you made your own choices.

For good and for bad.

I know.

Here's what I need you to understand.

There are forces out there

that want to capture the Charmed Ones.

Destroy us.

That dagger...

Might just be the key to restoring the Power of Three.

Power we need to survive

whatever chaos is coming our way.

I know you love her.

Maggie.

Don't do it for me.

Do it for her.

Fine.

I'll tell you where the dagger is,

but I want something in return.

What's this?

It's a letter...

To Maggie.

I never thought I'd get a chance to send it.

I want her to know I'm still alive.

She's finally starting to move on.

I don't... want her to move on.

Give her the letter, and I'll give you the dagger.

Those are my terms.

Take it or leave it.

Curry.

Let's see, there's Hawthorne.

This one's Edwards.

Looks like "Devil Red" to me.

Ah, the moon?

The lipstick.

Or is that a demon hickey?

For the record, nothing happened with Abigael. Mostly nothing.

And certainly nothing's gonna happen in the future.

Harry, you don't have to feel...

Ashamed to have feelings for a demon.

Remember,

you're speaking to a woman who nearly married one.

It doesn't matter if I have some fleeting desire,

because it was wrong.

Well...

Maybe we... you and me...

We see the good in people

even when it's not that apparent.

And that doesn't make us stupid or naive.

The world isn't black and white.

It's...

Shades of gray.

I'm a Whitelighter.

I'm programmed not to have gray.

Gray was...

Me before.

Before the Elders tore you apart.

Just like they did to Helen.

There.

Rayburn.

"Daniel Bradford Rayburn."

Died 1685. He was only 30.

Those were harsh times.

Happiness and fulfillment wasn't

exactly on the agenda for most people.

Harry, look out!

Maggie! I can't hold her!

The knife! Now!

Kill her!

We don't have to kill her.

- We just have to reach her. - She's too far gone!

Daniel.

Daniel. I know about Daniel.

I know you loved him.

And I know you couldn't be together.

Helen...

I know how that feels.

When you can't be with the person you love.

I also know what the Elders did to you,

how they hurt you... and used you.

But my sisters and I,

And Harry, we...

We want to help you.

We're not like the Elders.

Or that man who tried to kidnap you.

We can take you somewhere safe,

where no one will hurt you.

Just give me the knife, Helen.

Please.

Last chance to back out.

No. I'm doing this.

As you wish.

A moment of privacy, please, boys.

Sorry, but this requires you to subjugate yourself.

On bended knee.

Really?

Really.

This Power of Three must be pretty important to you.

You wouldn't understand.

Oh, that's right.

It's about the power of sisterhood.

Stronger together, blah, blah, blah.

I best get this over with before I wretch.

Macy?

Macy.

Did it work?

You tell me.

Nothing.

It's gone.

Congratulations.

I hope you get what you wanted.

_

We put her in a containment spell as a precaution.

So, what now?

Well, we're not sure.

But they can't go back to the way they were living.

Please.

Merge.

Helen.

Merging could be dangerous.

It's never been done.

Can't...

Live like this.

Harry,

she's never had a choice.

How to live her life.

Let's give her one.

It can't be worse than this.

They've been apart for too long.

All right.

Dimitte ex carcere.

There must be some kind of merging spell in The Book of Elders.

Macy, you can't touch it.

It really worked.

- Elders. - No!

No! She thinks we're the Elders!

We're not them!

Helen, stop!

Let her go!

Ah!

No!

Harry, heal her.

It's a self-inflicted wound.

I can't heal her.

Helen, why?

My...

Choice.

Wow.

I can't believe you went to Abigael

to strip your demon powers.

And that she even helped you.

Oh, well, she did it for Harry.

Yeah, she made that pretty clear.

- She did? - Mm.

? Every day, nothing's changed... ?

And why did you do it?

Because I think it's the answer to getting my witch powers back.

And the Power of Three.

I guess I-I have to get rid of

the dark energy to make room for the light.

Mm, that's a lesson we've all been learning these days.

I've been holding on to Parker and...

All that dark energy.

I-I want to move on

and-and make room for good energy.

Think I'm finally ready to let the joy in.

Thinking about Helen,

I realize that we are so lucky

to be women in this day and age.

To have choices.

Who we love, how we love, when we love.

Let's not squander it.

For Helen's sake.

? Are you waiting for me? ?

? Are you waiting for me, lover? ?

I'll be right back.

? Is it too late? ?

? Is it too late? ?

Hello, there. It's last call.

Uh, did I miss my window?

No.

? I'll be waiting for you... ?

Haven't seen Mel smile like that in forever.

? Is it too late? ?

? Is it too late? ?

Sorry.

Jordan?

? Where I'm going ?

? Long nights ?

? Roll the dice, it's the moment... ?

I want her to know I'm still alive.

? We are not alone ?

Oh, God.

Come on. No.

No.

Damn it!

Macy?

Are you all right?

It didn't work.

I gave up my demon powers,

and now I have nothing.

Well, it didn't work yet.

It's not too late.

It's not?

It's not too late.

It's not too late.

It's, uh...

It-It's not?

No, of course not.

We'll figure it out, all of us.

Together.

What's your angle, Abby?

My angle?

- I prefer sharp ones. - Mm.

There's no way you gave the Charmed Ones back

the Power of Three just to be nice.

Oh, unless

Abigael Caine's gone soft.

Soft?

You stripped Macy's powers and stole them for yourself.

Give the boy a prize.

He's not as dumb as he looks.

And call me soft again,

and I'll roast you on a spit,

then present you to Maggie as Christmas dinner.

What's your endgame?

Wouldn't you like to know.

Abby!

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