Original subtitles

Charmed...

Whoever has the talisman

controls my fate.

The Power of Three has come

to sisters of great promise.

It always ends the same--

the destruction

of the sisterhood.

Restitue potentiam trium.

It's Abigael. When she

stripped Macy's demon powers

she did something to block us.

It's not me.

Which means...

the Power of Three

problem is you.

I guess the sisterhood

has some issues

to work out.

♪ ♪

♪ No hesitation... ♪

♪ Don't ever waver... ♪

Not a moment too soon.

Sorry. Ruby's messing

with my circadian rhythms.

Is that what the kids

are calling it these days?

Stop.

(giggles)

It's the soccer

obsession.

We were up at 2:00 a.m.

watching some Australian match.

Are you with us, Mags?

Yeah.

No. I can't stop thinking

about what Abby said.

The Power of Three.

That the problem

is... us.

Who gives a damn what Abby says?

It's not a problem.

It's a journey.

It's our destiny

to get it back.

Our destiny is our own.

That's what the Guardian said.

And I'm tired of letting others

dictate what we do and don't do.

Plus, we already have

kick-ass powers.

That is true.

Why risk

the destruction

of the sisterhood

if we don't have to?

♪ Show up, show it off ♪

♪ Work it, bring it on ♪

♪ Louder, turn it up... ♪

"...a man must spend his life

"only to leave such traces

upon earth

as smoke leaves in the air..."

(footsteps approaching)

MACY:

Dante.

Very apt.

And very frustrating.

Harry, are you crafting?

I'm trying to make a duplicate

talisman, and failing.

Epically.

Now, the darklighter's in there,

along with many of the answers

to our most pressing questions,

like who's running

that Faction of zealots,

and how did they create

that monster?

Harry, I thought we agreed to

keep this genie in the bottle.

While he's in there,

you're safer.

We're all safer.

If he's out and gets killed,

so do you.

It's too much of a risk.

The greater risk,

I fear, is that

something terrible happens

and we could have prevented it

if only we'd known

what he knows.

(chiming)

Ah.

MEL:

Portland.

Let's go.

(car door opens)

(groans)

(sighs)

That's Bruce.

The guy from

the zombie rave.

And he's got a witch here.

Somewhere.

MAGGIE:

Good morning.

Or at least it was.

You.

I wouldn't do that, Bruce.

Who's gonna stop me?

MEL:

I am.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

How did you...

do that?

Do what?

MAGGIE:

Where is she?

The woman you kidnapped.

You don't know what

you're up against.

Which is why

you're gonna tell us.

All right. But I believe

in showing, not telling.

(pings)

(beeps)

(low growling)

I see you brought a friend.

(roaring)

Why is his friend

shrieking like a Kyon?

Let's not wait to find out.

(low growling)

Huh?

A little help here?

(growls)

Seriously?

(pings)

(Bruce yells)

You idiot.

What have you done?

(snarls)

Ah...

(gasps)

That "Manster"

had demon powers.

They've created monsters

they can control.

Weaponized green goo

and God knows what else.

And we have no idea

how to stop them.

♪ ♪

That's it.

That's all that's left of Bruce.

Rest in peace, asshat.

Well, he was a bad guy, but...

he was still human.

Who tried to kill us.

Well, if we're fighting humans,

are we prepared

to kill them, too?

(thumping)

There's someone

in there.

something.

Uh, ready?

(muffled grunting)

Oh, my God.

Oh! Oh, please get

this damn thing off me.

(gasping)

Who-who the hell are you?

We're, uh, we're here to help.

Are you all right?

Oh, well...

well, I've just been hogtied

and...

gagged in the back of a trunk--

I've been better.

Are you a...

A what?

(vehicle approaching)

Shh. Listen.

Major diesel engines.

Bad guy cavalry?

Now.

We can't leave her.

Sorry.

What?

Security precaution.

What's this?

Or should

I say, who?

COMMAND CENTER VOICE:

Welcome back, Elder Celeste.

Elder?

Celeste.

I'm...

home.

MACY:

The Elders are dead.

CELESTE:

So I heard.

Then how did you

manage to survive?

Well, I walked away

from all this a long time ago.

Revela daemonem inimicum.

That's how you put it

in demon-spotting mode.

Wow.

That is useful.

(chuckles)

And... and that?

The watch?

Just a little invention

I came up with

a few hundred years ago.

It stops time.

Or should I say,

time.

It slows aging.

Leo and I worked on it together

in the 1500s.

Leo, as in...?

Da Vinci. You've heard

of him, I presume?

Y-Y-Yes.

He provided me cover

during the Inquisition.

He also took credit

for some of my greatest work.

Big ego, that one.

He helped me build

this stopwatch.

Unfortunately,

it doesn't work on humans.

Probably for the best.

That's incredible.

Yes, it certainly is.

Hmm.

Quite a lot of demon activity

up here

in the Pacific Northwest.

If I were you...

(sighs):

Mm.

Actually... it's

none of my business.

I'm done with all this.

Or at least I was

until that goon

threw me in the trunk.

HARRY:

Hold on.

Celeste.

I think we've met

somewhere before.

I don't think so.

(distorted chanting)

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

(screaming stops abruptly)

Harry?

It was you.

You did this to me.

You made Whitelighters,

didn't you?

Answer me.

Yes.

(scoffs)

(panting)

(door opens)

Harry, where

are you going?

Anywhere she isn't.

That woman's a monster.

My own personal

Dr. Frankenstein.

She needs to go before I

do something I'll regret.

I know this is hard for you...

but she could be a real asset

to us.

We need to know

everything she knows...

about the Faction,

the command center,

maybe even the darklighter.

I understand that.

It's just, I'm not accustomed

to these feelings.

What feelings?

Rage.

CELESTE:

Ad cottidianum.

So you're saying you

created Whitelighters

after Salem to

protect witches?

Noble intentions

gone awry.

I regret the pain

that it caused.

This can't be a coincidence!

The people who kidnapped you,

they're transferring magic

into resurrected dead bodies.

Just like you did

with Whitelighters.

The Faction.

They were looking for you

specifically, but why?

Damn it.

They must've found it.

My how-to manual.

Uh, how to...

what?

Transfer magic.

This codex contains

all my research.

I made a copy,

as any good scientist did

before there were computers.

And I hid it, but

somehow they managed

to get their

hands on it.

Hid it... where?

The Castle Breithe.

But they would need

a powerful magical creature

to help them break this code.

Powerful like a darklighter?

They have a darklighter?

Had.

We...

kind of stole him back.

That book references me,

the author,

as being timeless.

Some expert detective work

by the Faction

tracked me

to my vineyard in Sonoma.

But not to worry.

Whatever those humans cook up,

they are no match

for the Power of Three.

Oh, yeah, we kind of

don't have it anymore.

Uh, uh...

power stripping as you

came through the portal?

Right.

Have you--

Talked to the Guardian?

Yes.

And you still

didn't get it back?

Mm-mm.

All right, no problem.

I can help.

MACY:

No.

What do you mean "no"?

We don't need it.

Or want it.

CELESTE:

Ah.

She told you about

the "destruction

of the sisterhood."

But if human beings

acquire magic

for their own gains,

we are in for

an epic battle, ladies.

And the Power of Three

may be the only thing

that can save us.

We can't get it back.

We tried.

That was before you met me.

Somnium

unum,

formidines tuas

opponere, somnium...

Wait, no.

(continues chanting)

No.

(continues chanting)

She said wait.

MEL: I know this is a bizarre

concept to you Elders,

but no means no!

Sacrifice is part

of the job description.

That the same job you walked

away from when it got too tough?

Harry was right about you.

(indistinct chatter)

Harry?

(festive classical music

playing)

Harry?

Harry?

Macy?

I'm sorry.

You were right.

She is a monster.

(children giggling)

Who's here?

Come here.

What-what's going on?

We weren't expecting you.

Now, no more spinning.

Remember what

Mummy told you?

If you get sick to your tummies,

I get all your cake!

GIRLS: No!

Yes, and your ice cream, too!

GIRLS:

No!

What-what the hell's going on?

You're pretty-- who are you?

This is Macy.

Mummy and Daddy's friend

from a long time ago.

(electrical whirring)

(girls laughing)

(screams, laughs)

I can't believe it,

you're here!

Macy.

♪ If you're happy

and you know it... ♪

What's going on?

Oh, we're-we're getting ready

for their anniversary party.

Isn't that why you're here?

I invited you.

She invites you every year,

and you send your regrets.

It's kind of a fun

tradition at this point.

♪ If you're happy

and you know it... ♪

Mmm... it's perfect!

As usual.

Thanks, luv.

Macy?

Ma...

Maggie, Mel?

Can I speak to you?

It's Celeste.

She did something to us.

Some sort of spell.

Celeste?

Uh, yeah, the,

the Elder who created

Whitelighters.

Locked in Bruce's trunk?

Uh... Macy,

sometimes it's hard to accept

that things have changed.

You went off

to work with Julian,

and we were happy for you.

We were.

It was your dream, but

we needed another sister

for the Power of Three.

What?

not

your sister.

She-she can't just

sub in for me.

She's a demon.

She stripped

her demon powers.

She's one of us now.

MEL:

You made your choice.

We moved on.

No.

No. This is not real.

HARRY:

They're ready!

Harry?

Harry!

This is not real.

Celeste did something to us.

You were right about her.

She's doing some

crazy experiment.

Maybe temporal displacement.

Macy, listen--

GIRL:

Daddy!

Yeah?

Scone,

please!

With clotted

cream!

(laughs)

Of course.

Oh, boop. (laughs)

Not real.

I can prove it.

My journal.

I keep track of everything.

Oh.

I hope you don't mind

what we've done with the place.

No. I-I don't mind.

Because it's not real.

Don't you think it's time

you accepted reality, Macy?

I mean, you got

what you wanted.

I, um, I'm sorry your marriage

to Julian didn't work out.

But your career flourished.

You won awards.

And you never wanted

all of this anyway.

No, here's

what I think happened.

An Elder witch created this...

obscene reality for...

obscure and infuriating

Elder reasons unknown,

but I intend to figure it out.

Macy?

I'm sorry.

Mags, Mel and I just

want you to be happy.

You know what is funny?

No matter what the reality,

you are always the devil.

Nothing will ever change my mind

about that.

I thought you stripped

your demon side.

You think I'd ever

do something

that stupid?

Like you?

There she is.

Same old Abigael.

Kicking your ass is gonna be

my very best

anniversary present.

We'll see about that.

(screams, grunts)

Happy anniversary.

Bitch.

Harry, help!

She's gone mad!

(panting)

(pained grunt)

Macy, no...

No. No!

Maggie?!

What have you done?!

(crying):

You killed my sister!

I killed my sister?

Harry, Harry, heal her.

Heal her, please.

It's too late.

Oh...

Oh, God, no.

Oh, oh...

Please...

Please, somebody wake me up

from this nightmare!

(loud gasping)

Macy, thank God.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I just...

I had the craziest dream.

Harry and Abigael were...

married.

That is crazy.

Well, then,

the worst part was...

What?

Um...

Where-Where's Celeste?

We asked her to leave

after she put that spell on you.

And that's when you fell asleep.

She's gone?

And you didn't get

any more information out of her?

She can tell us

how they're transferring magic.

We need her.

MEL: No.

We will figure this out

ourselves.

We have her codex.

Harry will help us translate it.

Right, Mags?

MACY:

Maggie?

(gasps)

The creature

from the waterfront.

It's here in the building.

MEL:

Really?

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

(indistinct chatter)

(soft laughter)

(indistinct chatter)

Jordan?

Jordan, we need

to evacuate the building now.

Oh. Are the monsters

attacking again?

Yes.

Okay.

Come with me. Quick.

Come on.

We can build a fort...

to keep the monsters out.

(laughs)

What? Come on.

Why are you treating me

like a child?

(gasps)

What is happening?

Celeste-- she put

a spell on me,

just like she did Macy.

None of this is real.

(roaring)

(panting)

Look,

I can't play your games anymore.

I'm sorry, Maggie.

You're on your own.

(quietly):

What?

Jordan, don't bail on me.

Isn't that what we men do?

(breath catches, pants)

(high-pitched scratching)

(animalistic growling)

Oh, this isn't real.

(gasps)

Mel.

The monster-- it's here.

(sighs)

Celeste-- she did something

to me, like she did to Macy.

Maggie, you're acting out.

You need to go to your room.

Mel, do you see me

as a little girl?

Maggie, sweetie.

Okay. I'm guessing

that's a "yes."

Mel, look out!

Oh, no. Oh, no, no.

Oh, my God.

Mel?

Mel. (panting)

Why didn't you listen to me?

Maggie... what did you do?

I didn't do anything.

It was the monster.

What monster?

It was right there.

(sighs)

She's dead.

No.

Oh, no, no.

No, Macy, listen.

She's not dead.

This is a dream,

or-or a spell or something.

It's the same thing

that happened to you.

We're in a dream together?

I killed you in my dream.

Then I got Mel killed.

How the hell do we wake up

from this nightmare?

CELESTE:

Somnium unum,

formidines tuas opponere.

MACY:

Help.

CELESTE:

Somnium unum,

formidines tuas opponere.

MAGGIE:

Please, help us.

Somnium unum,

formidines tuas opponere.

Somnium unum,

formidines tuas opponere.

What are you doing?

What needs to be done.

Help.

(whimpers softly)

Wake them up... now!

Somnium unum,

formidines tuas opponere.

Somnium unum,

formidines tuas opponere.

(gasps loudly)

What the...?

(panting)

Where...?

(panting)

(breath catches)

(whimpers)

(screams)

Go back to your room.

(whimpering)

(woman yelling)

Macy? Mags?

Help!

Somnium unum, formidines

(gasps)

Stop.

Let me explain.

explain.

Whitelighters are supposed

to protect all witches,

as you know.

Mm.

Now, I've been

through quite a journey

since the day you made me,

and I'd happily end your life

in the blink of an eye

to protect them.

It was just a basic

dreamcasting spell.

I was trying to get them

to face their fears,

to accept the Power of Three,

but...

I may have miscalculated.

How?

They should have

woken up by now.

The dreamer always wakes

when they die,

but they haven't.

You fool,

their worst fear isn't dying.

It's losing one another.

They're too connected.

They won't leave each other,

even in their dream state.

Macy, wake up. Wake up.

Maggie? Maggie?

Mel? Mel,

wake up.

Two of them have already

died in their dreams.

If all three do...

What happens?

They won't wake up. Ever.

No, no, no, no.

You and your damn experiments.

No accountability

for the consequences.

Enough.

You need to get me

inside their dreams.

Do it!

Somnium unum,

formidines te liberare.

(groaning)

Mel! Wake up!

(Harry's shout echoes,

man laughs)

(clanging, blows landing)

(grunting)

(door creaks open)

(sighs, gasps)

(panting)

(whimpers)

(woman laughing)

(crying)

Let's not do this

the hard way.

(electrical crackling)

No. Please.

(grunting) Mel!

Melanie!

No. No.

Oh. Oh.

Mel!

Wake up!

(door opens)

Thank God. I was afraid

I'd never find you.

I don't know how

I got into that cell.

And there's other witches here.

I know.

And I thought I...

I heard Harry's voice.

Mel, we have to get

you out of here now.

Maggie and Macy

are waiting for us.

Maggie and Macy are here?

Take me to them.

MAN: Get back

in your cell.

That way. Go.

Okay.

I'll hold them off.

Please? For your sisters.

MAGGIE:

Mel?

No, no, no.

Go back! Go!

Go!

MEL:

Oh, my God.

MACY:

Stay away! It's a trap!

Mel!

Told you your sisters

were waiting for you.

What?

What... is happening, Jordan?

Name's Lawrence.

Lawrence Mortimer Chase.

The Witchfinder General.

Mel, none of this is real!

It's some sort

of simulation.

It always ends...

In death.

I will not

let you kill my sisters

or any of those other witches.

You can't protect them.

When are you going to realize

you can't save the world?

(laughing)

(whimpers)

(groaning)

(electric crackling)

(groaning)

(gasps)

Harry?

Mel.

We can't let Macy die

in this dreamscape.

Otherwise,

you'll all die for real.

We need to get out of here now!

MAN:

Right there.

(groans)

(gasps)

Come on.

Catch me.

(whimpers)

MAGGIE:

Ooh.

Come on.

No.

(groans)

(panting)

MAGGIE:

No! Wait!

If Macy can't die, then

we have to sacrifice

one of ourselves.

I will.

MAGGIE:

No.

Mel, let me do it.

No, I'm the Whitelighter.

It should be me.

(all panting)

What if this is not a dream?

I can't let any of you do that.

MEL:

No.

It's okay.

If this is real, there's

no way I'd rather go.

Same.

Have it your way... witches.

(blow lands, Harry yells)

(gasps)

(panting)

(sisters gasp)

(panting)

Oh, my God.

That was the worst dream.

It really was.

You all saved me.

And I...

well, I killed you,

Maggie, in my dream.

Well, I got Mel killed.

It was...

HARRY: Your

worst nightmares.

Courtesy of Celeste.

Celeste.

Where the hell is she?

(chiming)

Trouble in Portland again.

Wait, this is

how it all started.

How can we be sure

we're not still in a dream?

Well, there's only

one way to find out.

Harry, find Celeste

before she gets away for good.

(whooshing)

Back to the scene

of the crime.

But is it real?

(woman screams in distance)

Sure sounds real.

♪ ♪

This poor witch.

Just a scratch killed her.

We have to take

that monster down,

one way or another.

Agreed. But how?

It could be anywhere.

(snarling in distance)

(snarling in distance)

(snarling)

(gasping)

(growls)

(growls)

Mel! Run!

Screw taking him out.

We have to portal

out of here pronto.

Here.

(gasps)

Oh, no.

was

in my jacket pocket.

(snarling)

We could call Harry.

He could orb us

to safety. Or...

We can't run away.

We have to face it.

If not us, then who?

We're all gonna die.

Someday. Somehow.

That's not what matters.

It's not about how we die.

It's about how we live.

Sacrifice-- this...

is our destiny.

Fear can't define us.

Time to take

the power back.

(exhales)

Potentia Trium.

Potentia Trium.

Potentia Trium.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(nearby roaring)

(nearby creaking)

(growling)

Behind us.

Three, two...

one.

SISTERS:

Potentia Trium!

(growls)

(shouting)

(all gasping)

(laughs)

That was, that was

pretty intense.

We just Power of Three'd

his ass.

We're back!

Yeah.

We're back!

We're back.

(laughs)

We're back!

Yeah! We are back.

MEL:

What did you do to us?

Since when did we start serving

tea to evil people?

H-Harry, what

are you doing?

Forgiving her.

For warping our realities

and making us feel insane?

No.

For what she did to me...

in the name of trying

to protect witches.

I wasn't trying to force

the Power of Three on you.

I just hoped my spell

would help you avoid

the real danger.

And what's that?

Fear.

I didn't want it

to dictate

your choices.

Like it did with us.

Fear is a powerful

North Star.

A long time ago,

we witches lived in a

perpetual state of it.

After Salem.

It caused us to make some

decisions that were morally...

questionable.

Some of which can't

be forgiven...

or forgotten.

But the magical kingdom

is facing

its greatest threat yet.

Humans.

And they're pretty good

at destroying things,

as we know.

MEL:

You were right.

We were afraid.

But we aren't anymore.

Greatness requires sacrifice.

MACY:

We may not always

be on the same page, but...

we're prepared

for whatever comes.

Stronger together.

Our differences

are our strengths.

I don't know what the

Faction is planning,

but I'm here to help.

In whatever

way you need.

Thank you, Celeste.

But we've got this.

Yes, you do.

HARRY:

Now the question is,

how do we keep you safe?

The Faction still wants

what's in there.

Well, if they

grab me again,

I'll just smash this.

And whatever's in this head

will be just a handful of dust.

You'd do that?

Ladies... these humans

are on the verge

of claiming magic

for themselves.

And that could mean

the end for everyone.

♪ ♪

It's time for me to go.

I hear Mykonos is nice

this time of year.

♪ ♪

I am definitely

sleeping in tomorrow.

Everything feels

so normal.

It's hard to believe

that things could go wrong.

Or that we're sitting

on a porch where we're

invisible to the entire world.

(quiet laugh)

Oh, I...

got us something.

When did you have

time to shop?

It's from the warehouse.

It's not exactly Tiffany's,

but I wanted us to remember

the moment

we got the Power back.

How that was

a choice we all made.

Together.

No matter what happens...

we started this together.

And we'll see it

through together...

no matter what happens.

para siempre.

♪ Danger in the distance... ♪

(chuckles)

Now, who wants to take

these new powers

for a test drive?

Hell yeah.

♪ Nothing's gonna

take me down ♪

♪ I'm a rebel on a mission ♪

♪ Oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm a rebel on a mission ♪

♪ Oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm a rebel on a mission. ♪

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