All language subtitles for Charmed 2018 S01 E04

Previously on Charmed...

What we do know is that the Harbinger

couldn't have traveled far
in its primordial form.

So it must've taken a human

vessel somewhere near Macy's lab.

Because as soon as they do find

this demon of unspeakable horror...

... it will fall upon you
three to vanquish it,

as the Charmed Ones.

I come here for brunch all
the time, I've never seen you.

Maybe you just didn't notice me.

Not possible.

Do you remember Angela Wu?

The one harassed by Professor Thaine.

It turns out, she woke up
from her coma the same night

we found the Harbinger's residue.

Maggie, this party is so extra.

Meet my boyfriend, Parker.

You've barely said a
word to me all night.

Family emergency.

Angela?

Oh!

Macy!

Until the Elders arrive,

you must keep it under
constant supervision.

Just think of it as a puppy
that you've always wanted.

_

He'll call it a witch hunt.

That's what scared men do.

Professor Thaine is
a world-famous geneticist

whose discoveries have saved lives.

It'd be like accusing Santa
of sexual harassment.

People will hate me.

Some people will, sure,

but the others will be inspired by you

to speak up for themselves.

I heard rumors about the jerk
since I was an undergrad.

Like I was telling Mom, you can't be

the only student he's treated like this.

So you're saying I should report him?

Hell yes. Think of it this way:

if you don't, he'll just keep
doing this to other women.

Angela.

You need to make that
decision for yourself.

And no matter what you decide,

I will be here to support you,

because you're not alone.

Do you hear me?

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Angela?

Oh, my God, Mel, you have
to stop getting so close.

I'm here for my shift of doom.

Go live your life.

Dante? Good choice.
Which ring of hell is this?

No idea. Let's just say I'm way behind

on my class reading for obvious reasons.

I will spread pestilence,
death and disaster,

and The Source will rise!

Is it weird I don't
even find it disturbing

when Harbie speaks anymore?

This whole scenario has been normalized.

I blame the President.

And you gave it a nickname?

Yeah, so it'd be less scary.

Oh, my God!

Seriously, Maggie?

We have the Harbinger
of doom in our attic

and you're worried about a rat?

Stop, that thing will eat you.

Or do that.

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I can't go on like this.

Especially now that the
Harbinger's developed

the ability to kill with a single touch.

I can't wait for the Elders to get here.

I didn't sleep, I'm so jumpy.

Oh, come on, as if my unpaid job

as the nanny of pure
evil isn't bad enough,

- I'm flunking out of school.
- You're in school?

Of course I'm in school. I'm a freshman.

I'm just not sure I've
ever seen you go to class.

Well, I have. Just not
World Lit that much.

My professor e-mailed; if I fail,

I'm on academic probation.

You can ace the midterms.
It's not the end of the world.

That is up in the attic.

Maybe I just drop the class?

I mean, it's not too late and
I'm under a lot of pressure.

Uh, then maybe you should
drop Kappa, not your class.

Not this again. Harry!

This situation has us all on edge.

I am well aware of that fact.

Where are the Elders?

They're analyzing a
5,000-year-old prophecy,

making sure they find the
right method to vanquish

the demon and gather
the correct supplies.

There is no room for mistakes.

Ah, well, perhaps that's them now.

- How do I look?
- Great.

No, it's Niko, with Trip.

Not a great time for a visit
from the local law enforcement.

Get rid of them.

Angela's mother filed
a missing person's report.

Last place she was seen
was your Halloween party.

Poor Angela. She's been through so much.

You didn't see her leave with anybody?

It was so crowded, a-and
everybody was in costume.

I honestly couldn't tell her
from the other ten zombies

that were here. Right, Maggie?

Right. Because that was,
that was her costume.

She was a zombie.

It was just a costume.

Oh, my God, why are you babbling

on about Angela's costume?

So they won't think I'm saying she's

really a zombie, which she basically is.

They're not going to suspect
she's really a zombie.

Okay, I know, okay,
I'm just really nervous.

You're the one who can't
look Niko in the eyes.

She's right.

It's weird.

Okay.

Let's just all act normal.

So none of you have had contact
with her since the party?

I didn't really know her.

I haven't heard from her.

Yeah, me neither.

What was that noise?

Um...

What noise?

What's going on upstairs?

Ugh, sorry, sorry for all of the racket.

Anatoli dropped an ottoman.

We will absolutely pay for any
damages, though, do not worry.

Hi, I'm Charity Callahan,
interior designer.

Sorry, two of my guys are up there

taking measurements. So, listen,

I'm thinking the whole
boho Victorian thing...

Too on the nose.

Let's play against it, huh?

With a little minimalist
Scandinavian farmhouse, hmm?

Some warm woods,

some well-chosen plant life.

Voila! Your attic becomes
a chicly-hygge winter den.

Well, we should get back to
our chicly-hygge winter den.

Yes. We should.

You're redecorating the attic?

Eh, it's more like a
rebirth of what the attic

was always meant to be, hmm?

I-I wish we could be more helpful.

Truly, you know, we're all
worried about Angela.

Okay.

If you think of anything else...

We will definitely be in touch.

- And I'll talk to you later.
- Okay.

Who are you?

Charity. The Elder.

And I am so sorry to
have kept you waiting.

You're an Elder?

I j-just thought you'd all be...

What, old? I know, I know, I know.

I've been saying we need to rebrand.

Are you also an interior designer?

'Cause that was, like, super impressive.

Oh, God no. No, no, no, no.

I just watch a lot of HGTV
while I'm on the treadmill.

In reality, I run an investment fund

that uses microloans to help women in

developing nations start
their own businesses.

We are tackling poverty and
inequality through ethical,

female-focused capitalism.

Well, we're glad you're here

because we're done
harboring the Harbinger.

So how do we save Angela?

Save Angela? Oh, no, no,
no, she can't be saved.

She has to be killed.

Tonight, during the full moon.

With this.

Don't worry, you each get one.

Thank you.

All right, let's go see this thing, huh?

We have to kill Angela?

So these Elders are just
sadists who kill anybody

who gets in their way? I mean,
that's how they operate?

Certainly not. They are the
governing body of witches,

and if they say killing the
creature is the only way,

it's the only way.

The Elders don't make mistakes.

It's not a creature, it's Angela.

And why can't we just get it out of her?

I mean, we got that demon out of Brian.

That was just a demon.

This is the Harbinger.

Uh, good day, Elder Callahan.

Glad you arrived safely.

When you didn't respond
to this straightaway,

I did grow a little concerned.

Well, you know how it is, Harry.

Preparations for a ritual
killing are time-consuming.

Indeed.

Ladies.

I've placed a containment
spell over the Harbinger.

While it holds, its
touch won't be lethal.

However, it will fade
by tonight's full moon.

That's when you three
must perform the killing

before it becomes too powerful to stop.

Something wrong?

Something wrong?

Our friend has been possessed by a demon

in our attic for two days,
and you just waltz in here

and announce that we're supposed
to kill her instead of save her.

Mel, one defers to an Elder.
Think of her as royalty.

Do not reveal your monarchist
side to me right now, Harry.

I was just starting to like you.

I-It's all right.

I understand.

It's a shock,

but this is a critical time.

There was another Elder assassination.

That's why I came alone.
Security protocol.

- An Elder was killed?
- Yes.

The third one since your mother.

Our mother was an Elder?

Harry, you didn't tell us
our mother was an Elder.

I most certainly did,
during my opening speech,

when I told you three you were witches.

No, I distinctly remember you
used the term "senior" witches.

Which means exactly the same thing.

You just muted him.

That's one of her powers.

Among many, many others.

Okay, then why can't you handle this?

Well, I would if I could.

But the ritual requires
the Power of Three,

and only the Charmed Ones have that.

Trust me, this is new
territory for us, too.

So you knew our mother?

Oh, very well.

She was a dear friend.

Then you should know she
would never let Angela die.

Angela was someone
she was trying to save.

Isn't there some other way?

Like an exorcism?

An exorcism is only effective
if there's a soul to be saved.

With a demon this
powerful possessing her,

I'm afraid Angela is gone.

We can't just give up.

I'm sorry.

I know it's hard, I do.

But, by the end of tonight's full moon,

the Harbinger will reach full strength.

- Which means no chains can hold it.
- And as you know

from our training sessions,
at that point the Harbinger

summons the Source
with a deluge of blood.

It's homecoming weekend.

Every hotel in town
is booked with people.

People filled with blood.

- Jeez, Macy, that's dark.
- And true.

If Angela's already gone...

I'll prepare things here.

You three get your affairs in order.

We commence at sundown.

Oh, and keep an eye on your girlfriend.

The detective? She and her
partner were certainly curious.

We cannot have them sniffing around.

We can't do it; we can't kill Angela.

You heard witch-Olivia-Pope;
there's no Angela left.

That enough to just do
this ritual killing?

I shouldn't have to make
decisions like this,

I can't even pass World Lit.

I know it's harder for you
because you knew her,

but you're letting your
emotions cloud your judgment.

If we can save all of these
people from dying like that rat,

there's really no other option.

Wow, that's cold.

No, it's rational.

And that thing did try to kill

me on Halloween, so forgive me

if I'm having trouble bonding with it.

If you'll excuse me,
I have to get to work.

Maybe there's a way to prove
that Angela's still in there.

You think Charity's wrong?

I think she's too confident
that she's right.

And Mom would want us to be sure.

Well, don't be expecting me to
touch it and read its thoughts.

You saw what it did to that rat.

I mean like a spell or something.

I'm gonna head home and
check The Book of Shadows.

You're supposed to be
keeping an eye on Niko.

Make sure she's not suspicious.

It can wait.

I'm sorry, but she's hiding something.

They all are. I can feel it.

Trip, Mel did not kidnap Angela
Wu, okay? That's absurd.

Come on, you saw how jumpy she was.

Yeah, she gets nervous around cops,

as plenty of people of color do.

Plus, she hates guns.

She won't even let me bring my sidearm

into the house, so just chill, okay?

Okay.

I'm just saying, it was weird.

You know, maybe we should focus on

whoever killed all those
people on Halloween,

because Angela Wu could
be their next victim.

Or you think my
girlfriend did that, too?

Point taken.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you. Let's go.

"Abandon all hope

"ye who enter here."

Dante's inscription
above the gates of hell.

As Dante passes through those gates,

he hears the screams of the...

... Uncommitted.

The selfish cowards who
wouldn't take a stand

for either good or evil on earth.

That's it for today.
We'll see you on Friday

for the midterm; closed book.

Eight essay questions carefully
engineered so I'll know

if you just read SparkNotes.

And don't forget:
it's 50% of your grade.

Maggie!

Maggie! How have I never seen you

in this class before?

Oh, um, I usually sit in the back,

kind of slept through a few.

I'm lucky; I only need four
hours of sleep a night.

I am one of those people.

- Do you want to walk over together?
- What?

We're putting the final touches
on the homecoming float.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry, I can't make it.

Look, I'm on the verge
of flunking this class,

so I have to ace the midterm,

but I've only read half the book.

Well, honey, why didn't you say so?

Don't worry; Parker can help... Parker!

- Parker.
- Oh, he can?

Yes; my bae is not
only a literary genius,

- he also read Dante in middle school.
- Mm-hmm.

My dad liked to assign
us a classic piece

of literature to discuss at dinner.

And yes, it's as fun as it sounds.

Can you help Maggie
ace the midterm for me?

I can't have my favorite pledge
bring down our house GPA.

Sure, no problem.

Then it's decided.

Thanks.

Oh, my Gosh.

Something wrong?

Just thinking.

A-About...?

You know, utilitarianism.

You do know daydreaming is
supposed to be fun, right?

Like, if I got trapped in Drake's body,

what's the first
ridiculous thing I'd buy?

You were seriously sitting over there

thinking about utilitarianism?

M-My sisters and I like
to do breakfast trivia.

So tell me.

If you had to choose to kill one person,

or, say, all of Hilltowne

would almost certainly
die, would you do it?

Nope.

You said "almost certainly,"

so, if there's a chance, then
I'm gonna find another way.

But we're scientists.

If, statistically, the
risk of saving this one

- could kill thousands...
- Look, I know it would

make sense rationally, but

it would feel so wrong.

I-I don't think I could kill someone.

No, of course it would feel wrong.

But, we have to make judgments

based on fact, not emotions, don't we?

I don't know.

Who's to say emotions

aren't just as valuable?

Look, I-I know we're scientists,
but it doesn't mean

we have to be cold, you know?

Listen, I didn't come over here

to talk about moral hypotheticals.

You've just been so
busy since Halloween,

um, we haven't really
had a chance to talk.

So, would you like to go

to the homecoming
tailgate with me tonight?

Tonight.

I would love to, I really would,

I-it's just...

I have a thing.

With my sisters.

Understood.

Maybe some other time.

How do I tell if
Angela's still in there?

Anima revelare.

Veni foras.

Where am I? What's happening?

Angela?

Mel? Is that you?

Angela.

Hold on.

Help me, it's too strong...

She's really in there.

And she's never coming out.

We'll see about that.

I understand, but our main goal
isn't to maximize profits;

it's to build communities
of women supporting women.

I need to run, can we
pick this up later?

Mm-hmm.

Charity, there was a lost souls spell

in the Book and Angela came out.

Not literally, she's still
trapped inside with that thing.

But what I mean is,
her soul is still alive.

She's just trapped inside.

This is what you've been up to?

I told you to keep an
eye on your girlfriend.

You said Angela was gone and she isn't.

Fine. I was wrong, then,
I can admit that,

but it does not change the calculus,

we still must follow through
with the ritual killing.

"Calculus"?

What about "women supporting women"?

There's a woman that needs our help

and you want me to kill her?

It is for the greater good.

A demon this powerful has
never been exorcised before.

Which doesn't mean it can't be done.

Mel, you're an impressive witch,

but you don't know what you don't know.

Let me be a source of wisdom for you.

That's what we Elders
are here to help do.

My mom was an Elder, too.

And she would have never done this.

She would want me to find
a way to save Angela.

And I knew your mother
in a different way.

As a witch with incredible discernment

and the ability to do
what had to be done,

no matter what.

And as her fellow Elder,

I am telling you that
an exorcism is a non-starter.

- And frankly, I don't have the time...
- What if I do it anyway?

Knock yourself out.

You need a voice to speak a spell.

It's not happening; are we clear?

- We don't have much time.
- What happened?

- Is everything okay?
- I don't know.

I'm just going on instinct.

Please tell me that's
not Harbie in the trunk.

That's not Harbie in the trunk.

Mel!

It's not the Harbinger; it's Angela Wu.

I did a soul spell and
she's still in there.

And when I told Charity,
she couldn't care less.

And since Macy's as clinical
as Charity, I had no choice.

Please tell me you have
a plan other than driving

a super lethal demon around
Hilltowne in our hatchback.

We literally left five minutes ago,

of course I don't have a plan.

I used to hate studying.

Now I'd give anything just to
be cramming for my midterm.

I have The Book of Shadows.

We'll find an exorcism spell,
get this thing out of Angela

before it's too powerful to stop us.

We just need to find somewhere private.

I know a place.

Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no....

What?

Don't look now, but I think
Trip is following us.

- Maggie, get down!
- Hey!

Well, what are we gonna do?

I can freeze time, remember?

We'll just drive away.

But then it's gonna look
like our car just disappeared.

Well, what other choice do we have?

Get in the car.

- Get in the car! Go.
- Okay.

Freakin' weirdo.

Hey, Trip, I'm at the station.
Where are you?

Hello?

Hey, are you there? What are you doing?

- I got to call you back.
- Wait, hey...

I put it under the microscope.

What killed the rat is similar
in DNA structure to smallpox,

only much more lethal
because it kills instantly.

It's not airborne yet,
but it could be soon.

And if the Harbinger gets loose,

it's a walking pandemic.

Don't worry, we won't
let it come to that.

She disobeyed my orders.

That's Mel's specialty.

Bring them back immediately.

There are a dozen
exorcism spells in here.

Find one that won't
hurt the Kappa float.

Lucy's sure it's gonna win.

Show me an exorcism spell

strong enough to take
down the Harbinger.

It's blank.

What's that mean?

Girls, what the hell are you doing?

Angela is still in there.

- I cast a spell and I saw her.
- You did?

But that...

That's right.

Charity was wrong.

We can't kill Angela now.

But the full moon is rising.

And soon Elder Callahan's
containment spell will wear off.

I see no other choice but to
take it back to the house

and do the ritual killing as planned.

It's not an "it," it's a "her."

And it's partially my fault
that she's in this situation.

Whatever do you mean?

Professor Thaine was
sexually harassing her.

She came to Mom for advice,

and I told her to report it.

She did, and the stress
of it made her OD

and put her in a coma, where she
was possessed by the Harbinger.

I can't kill her.

We have to save Angela.

_

Your sisters are, uh, clearly emotional.

But you, you got a real knack for this.

For what?

Leadership.

Just like your mother.

Did she ever mention me?

No.

No, she never did.

In fact, none of the
Elders knew about you.

We were just as surprised as you were

when you three became the Charmed Ones.

But now that I know, it does make sense.

Years ago,

when we were young witches
just starting out,

she asked me to place a spell on her.

She wouldn't tell me what it was about,

just that she couldn't
perform it on herself.

The spell was, uh, brutal.

It extracted all of her pain and anguish

over some tragic loss,

so she could go on living.

I never knew what that loss was...

Till now.

Sorry.

Would you excuse me
while I get myself together?

Of course.

It had to have flipped
there for a reason.

Maybe it's invisible magic ink?

Can I help?

I want to save Angela.

An anguish spell.

That makes so much sense.

And I'm sorry for criticizing you

for making your decision
based on your emotions.

I-It's just I've spent my entire

life trying to keep mine in check.

And-and I guess it comes off as cold,

but it's how I protect myself.

If Angela really is in there,

I want to save her.

So let's do the exorcism.

We would if we could, but...

It opened to this blank page.

That is now magically revealing itself?

That's... Mom's handwriting.

All of our names are on it.

It's in Spanish.

Looks like a Santería-based spell.

Unsanctioned by the Elders.

She wrote it for us, but why?

So you three would find it.

She knew this moment would come.

Her power was prophecy.

Ladies, it's fated you three

should unite in this mission.

Harry, you're disobeying the Elders?

Not all of them.

Mom.

So what are you waiting for?

It's time to save Angela Wu.

Here we are, the sacred container
to imprison the demon.

It's either that or a crushed beer can,

ladies, take your pick.

All right, so do we have
everything we need?

Can we please just do this already?

"Enchanted vessel to
trap the Harbinger."

Got it. We have the
incantation spell right here.

This says that we have to lay hands.

Touch her? No.

Did you see what it did to that rat?

Maggie's right. The full
moon is approaching,

and the containment spell
is wearing off. One touch...

And we all get its pestilence and die.

Exactly.

Then we can't do the exorcism spell.

We can if we use chemical
resistant nitrile gloves.

We wear them in the lab

when handling hazardous materials.

If we wear them, I'm almost
certain we'll survive.

- You're almost certain?
- Maggie, we have no other choice.

I know, but do we really
have to touch her?

It's gonna be a gazillion
times worse for me.

I'm gonna be reading her
monster mind. It's too much.

I'm supposed to be
cramming for my midterm,

not maybe dying from a demon virus.

What was that?

I'll find out and get rid of it.

In the meantime, you and Macy
go and get those gloves.

I'll keep an eye on Angela.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Hey, you.

Parker.

What are you doing here?

Well, I'm definitely not here

to stash a box of illegal
fireworks to fire off

of the Phi Delta at Homecoming tomorrow.

I could ask you the same thing.

Shouldn't you be at home,
prepping for our study session?

Oh, I-I'm just... cleaning up.

What's the point of reading the book?

Never gonna pass the test anyways.

Hey, I'm offended.

I'm a really good tutor.

Well, you have your
work cut out for you.

I only got into this school

because my mom was on the faculty.

I haven't known you long,

but it's clear you're very smart.

No. My sisters are.

School's just never
really been my thing.

Well, maybe that's just the
story you keep telling yourself.

When I was growing up, I wanted so badly

to be able to play guitar
like my big brother,

but no matter how much I
practiced, he was always better.

So I told myself I was just someone

that couldn't play the guitar,

and that's what I became.

So what did you do?

Oh, I still can't play the guitar.

My brother can shred.

At best, I'm, like, the douchey guy

playing the folk song
in the corner at the party.

Hmm.

But I'm trying to help you
avoid the error of my ways.

Tell yourself a different story.

You can shred, Maggie.

What are you looking at?

We can't...

I shouldn't have done that.

That was a mistake.

You should just go.

Maggie, quick! The compass
that summons Elder Callahan.

Stay back.

The containment spell's worn off.

Time's up, witches.

Hurry up, I can't hold it for long.

Once the full moon rises,

the Harbinger will be unstoppable.

Marisol saw this coming.

She left this spell for them.

She had the power of prophecy,

but her predictions
didn't always come true.

Still, you know what it's
like, don't you, Charity?

To break the rules and
follow your instincts.

We can't risk it.

It will work.

You don't have to trust us.

You knew our mother well;

trust her.

Hurry up, before I change my mind.

I can do this. I can shred.

Hago un llamado a Babalú-Ayé,

dios de los enfermos,

parar que inhabilite a éste demonio.

Remueva la fuerza que tiene
sobre éste inocente.

Y Exorcize al Heraldo,

permitiendo que paz

y tranquilidad regrese al poseído.

Sana y renuncia a éste
adversario del mal.

¡De éste apóstol
de la oscuridad, líbranos!

- Is it working?
- I don't know.

We've got to get Angela to fight back.

I-I'm an empath, maybe
I can try reaching her?

Do it.

¡El Poder de Tres lo compela!

We're here to help you.

I'm scared.

Whoa! You guys, you guys, it worked!

I sent her my thoughts and
she's in there. She heard me.

Angela!

Angela, you've got to fight back!

I can't do it. I can't.

Tell yourself a different story, Angela.

You're strong enough.

You can do it.

¡Observa, el Poder de Tres!

¡Observa, el Poder de Tres!

¡Observa, el Poder

de Tres!

Angela!

Detective, stay back!

Hands in the air! All of you!

Angela!

She's breathing.

She's breathing.

- Look, he's hurt.
- Oh, my God, Trip.

What happened?

Trip! He's not breathing.

Trip, are you there? Copy.

The police will be here
any minute. You should go.

- No, but Trip is dead.
- Mel, Mel, I'll handle it.

Trip, what's your 20?

Do you copy? Trip?

What happened? What did you do?

I dealt with Officer Bailey's death

in a way that wouldn't raise suspicions.

This is my fault.

You told me to talk to Niko.
I could've kept him away.

You couldn't have known
this would happen.

It's the one part of the job
that doesn't get any easier.

I've dealt with it, your
mother dealt with it,

and, well, now you.

Where's Angela?

With my sisters.

She's asleep. Again.

Why don't you join them, hmm?

I think you should be
there when the woman

whose life you saved wakes up.

So, I came out of my coma last week

and just showed up at
your Halloween party?

Why don't I remember anything?

How did I end up here?

Blackouts can be a
pretty common occurrence

among coma survivors.

Anything from fluorescent
lighting to alcohol consumption

can prevent the hippocampus
from forming memories.

I just remember complete darkness.

It was like I was trying to get out,

but nothing worked.

And... then I heard a voice.

It made me feel strong,
like I wasn't alone.

You are not alone, Angela.

We are here for you.

Yeah.

I know.

I can't believe I'm alive.

For pity's sake, you'd think with such

frequent visits from an Englishman,

you could at least stock your pantry

with tea that isn't absolute rubbish.

But also, congratulations, ladies.

You did it.

Angela's still asleep.

Where's Charity?

She left with the sacred vessel.

The paint can. She'll
store it somewhere safe.

What's up with you and Charity anyways?

Sounds like you two have a past.

I was born in 1920, so
yes, I have a past,

and it' of your business.

Anyhow, despite Charity's assistance,

the Elders will be displeased
we disobeyed their orders.

Even though we know now they were wrong,

they're still the governing body,

and there'll be consequences.

But that's tomorrow's problem.

Harry?

Yes, Melanie.

Congratulations to you, too.

You were rad tonight.

- Hey, Parker.
- Hey. You ready?

Um...

Right, a-about last night...

What you said really helped me.

That's great.

And I've-I've asked for an
extension from Professor Brown.

I need more time to prepare,

and I want to prove to myself
I can do this on my own.

Oh.

Yeah, um...

That kiss was a mistake.

One we can't make again.

I'll see you in class, I guess.

Yeah.

I'll see you in class.

You okay?

It's Trip. I can't...

Get him out of my head.

Don't beat yourself up.

You saved Angela.

Mom would be proud.

I haven't heard from Niko.

She must be crushed.

I can't believe it.

Mel, he's dead.

He hanged himself at the warehouse.

And there's evidence linking
him to the Halloween murders.

Mel, they think he
killed all those people.

Wait, what?

My own partner, I thought I knew him.

I can't believe it.

He was my friend.

I know. Shh...

It's okay.

It's okay.

Ah, the trip went well.

Yeah, these three young women
are ready to take on the world.

Young people these days,
so idealistic, huh?

I'll be in the office by noon.

Would you mind...

Switching paint cans with me?

Pleasure doing business with you.

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