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Previously, on Charmed...

So, now that we're in the clear,

can I take you out on a proper date?

I have a rare autoimmune disorder.

- My family doesn't want anyone to know.
- I'm here.

Look, I should probably explain...

How you got together with someone
else like a minute after we kissed?

You mean after you blew
me off several times.

I think it's some kind
of protection mark.

Oh, no. Stay away from him.

You've got darkness inside you.

What's the Scythe of Tartarus?

You can strike it on the ground

and set any prisoner in Tartarus free.

I'll take that.

Thanks.

You!

Oh!

She's getting away with the Scythe!

Incinti!

Behind you.

Too slow.

Damn, she's good.

Mel, we should get out of here.

That demon probably killed
Mom and the other Elders

and we're just letting her get away?

No, we aren't letting her
get away with anything.

We need to regroup.

Mel, we'll get her.

Oh Hehkatay, ahstaythi.

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If this lodestone is broken,

then so is the Scythe.

Which means it was used.

To release some demon from
the prison of Hell or whatever.

- Tartarus.
- I'm afraid so.

You did the right thing,
summoning the Elders.

Creatures held in Tartarus

are the worst of the worst.

The type of evil that gives
other demons nightmares.

Which means this demon we're after

was looking for something
even more powerful

- and more evil.
- So,

should we just retire
to the Apocalypse bunker

Mom hopefully built under this house?

There is a window.

The released demon will be weakened

from years, decades or
millennia of captivity.

It will need time to
recover to full strength.

So let's stay above ground for now.

That reminds me of the time the

demon Mammon was pursuing us and...

- Oh. That fetid crypt.
- Remember, we hid in...

Well, we made the best of it.

Where were we? Right.
What else do we know

about this demon with the Scythe?

- She teleports.
- Teleports?

I've checked the book for electricity

demons with that power, but...

Well, I'm happy to lend my knowledge

- to help narrow the search.
- Okay, so, since we

have some time, should
I head off to work?

I have to stay late at the lab again.

Again? You've had to work insane hours

- since your promotion.
- Yes.

I am a supervisor now.

Yeah, and I'm supposed
to be checking out

this summer job recruitment thing.

You know, in case we
do prevent the Apocalypse

and there is a summer next year.

Carry on. Harry and I will hold
things down here with Mel.

Thanks.

What if you could find
your perfect match

through the magic
of a finely-tuned algorithm?

I'm Chip, and this is Lainey.

We are the cofounders of AptitudeMatch.

And we're sure you've all
been on terrible dates.

I don't know about you, ladies,

but I consider myself a queen.

One who doesn't have Tim to
wade through garbage dudes.

The app effectively puts

a matchmaker in everyone's pockets,

combining psychology and
a cutting-edge data analysis,

coded by Lainey here, for
maximum compatibility.

The on-campus recruiter who
registers the most new users

by the end of winter break

will join us in Chicago this summer

for a fabulous and fun internship.

Good luck to all of
you, and may the best

matchmaker win.

Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What are you doing here?

Well, I couldn't let you walk home

in this weather when
my ride has heated seats.

Well, seeing as I've clearly
found my perfect match...

This job is my chance to pay it forward.

Plus, if I'm the best recruiter,
I get to go to Chicago

for an internship this summer.

Chicago, huh?

Meaning I'd finally get to see someplace

other than Hilltowne.

Or you could come work

for my dad's company with
me in Chicago this summer.

It pays above industry standard.

And comes with built-in make-out breaks.

We can spend the summer together.

Weekends sailing on Lake Geneva.

That's my literal dream summer.

Plus, I bet you're even
hotter with a tan.

But...

This internship

earns me class credit for my major.

Besides, I want to get
to Chicago on my own.

And if I do get it, that still
puts us in the same city.

So, that lake offer...?

Is always open. Of course.

You're gonna make a
top-notch first mate.

This should have been easy.

You dangle the offer of the
paid internship with us,

she takes a mandatory drug
test, we get her plasma!

She's a townie who has never
even been on a plane,

and yet you can't convince
her to work for us.

She wants to get her own
job, not work for you.

Is his boyish charm supposed
to work like mind control?

You stay out of this, Hunter.

You're getting worse, aren't you?

Well, I think I know
what might help that.

Doing what I damn well tell you to do!

That weak human half of you

is being killed every passing minute

by your demonic side.

He knows, Dad.

No need to twist the knife.

This serum we're trying to create...

It's the only hope you
have of surviving.

The injections, they're...

They're a clumsy Band-Aid, at best.

And I don't give a damn
if you're not a mesmerist!

Manipulate the witch's
mind-reading abilities

and get the job done.

I'll take care of it.

Wait, I-I can't do this right now.

I'll call you later.

Hey...

You okay?

Walking on air.

Why don't you head out?

I can finish up here.

Thanks.

Sure.

Dr. Vaughn.

You're still here.

Just, uh, finishing up
a couple extractions.

Macy, you don't have to keep
auditioning... you have the job.

Oh, no, I... I promise,

I'm truly enjoying myself.

I know you are.

And work can be a great
escape, believe me.

But it's important that you fill

other cups in your life.

Hang out with your friends.
Go out on a date.

You've got all the time in the world

to become a workaholic like me.

Yeah, you got it.

So you're heading out?

Yeah.

I'll just... clean up here.

Good night.

Tonight was perfect.

Yeah, big shout-out to AptitudeMatch.

Would it be cheesy of me to say that

this is too good to be true?

Cheesy, yes, but also accurate.

I'll call you later.

What about an Ekrixeis?

Not powerful enough to kill Marisol.

That's static electricity
more so than bursts.

- A Shokravus demon?
- Impossible.

We destroyed that entire species in '07.

Oh, yes. How could I forget?

Oh, my God.

A man went missing in Ferrer Township.

That's where we lost the
demon who stole the Scythe.

The police found his car but no body.

Could this have anything to do

with what the demon released?

Let's go find out.

Now, we need to determine
if the perpetrator

was mortal or monster.
This could just be a regular

human crime, in which case
it does not concern us.

It's a missing person...

Either way, wouldn't we try to help?

- Wait. We wouldn't?
- Mel, you know we don't intervene

in human-on-human affairs.

Those are to be left to the police.

If we took the time to
sort out every human crime

among a global population
of seven billion,

what room would that leave
us to do our actual jobs?

Which is to save the world

from supernatural peril.

Charity, here.

Hmm. Oh...

Now, that's demonic.

Let's get out of here.

Of course Dr. Wagner can
say don't burn out.

She's already hugely successful.

Extra hours at the lab

are precisely what I need
to become a Dr. Wagner.

I'm with Dr. Boss Lady on this one.

You need to slow down.

Shake out that gorgeous hair
of yours and live a little.

- Oh, we talked about that.
- Sorry.

But I'm serious. For starters...

Download Aptitude.

If I get the most people
to sign up for the app,

I get to go to Chicago for the summer.

Chicago?

Oh, I-I just thought we'd all

hang out together this summer.

It's your first time out of
school since I moved here.

Well, I'll come back on weekends,

and we can hang out then. It's just,

you've gotten to live in
these exciting places

like New York City, and I never have.

What about the Power of Three?

Kind of hard to enact when
you're in another state.

Well, it's only a two-hour drive.

And if it's more time-pressing,
then Harry can just...

"Poof" me or whatever.

We can't keep doing that to him.
Teleporting people

massively depletes his magical energy.

I'll find a way.

So will you please register?

You know, studies have unanimously found

black women and Asian men are
not only the least swiped on,

they're the least matched.

Okay, well, first of all, I find it...

Absolutely impossible
to believe that someone

as gorgeous as you are
wouldn't get any matches.

In which case I'd likely be
fetishized by those matches.

And the last thing I want
is some guy I just met

telling me how exotic I am and
how cute our babies will be.

Will you please just sign up for it?

You don't even have to swipe.

I'll take your dish duty all week.

Deal.

You're kind of a one-trick pony,
but nice reflexes.

Oh, it makes jokes.

Who are you? And what the hell
did you release from Tartarus?

I'm Jada, and I've been watching you.

From what I've seen, you got potential.

Then why are you trying to kill me?

I'm not here to kill you, Mel.

I'm trying to recruit you.

- For what?
- The Sarcana.

We're a rogue group of witches

who don't follow the Elder''

arbitrary rules or general B.S.

You're a witch?

I don't believe you.

Well, if we're gonna
get technical with it,

I'm half witch...

- Half Whitelighter.
- And that's why you can teleport.

And according to your precious Elders,

because I'm the child of a forbidden

Whitelighter-witch
relationship, I'm a...

What they call it...

An abomination.

And that's why you killed my mother?

Because she was an Elder?

Please.

Marisol was an ally of the Sarcana.

You're a Charmed One.
You could be doing so much more,

not letting the Elders and
their rules hold you back.

The Sarcana help all of humankind,

not just people in supernatural danger.

Magic can change the world.

Why should we limit ourselves?

How do I know any of this is true?

Your Book of Shadows.

The Desenmascarar spell.

Should be page 672.

I helped Marisol write it.

Pretty dope spell, if I say so myself.

Here.

A shard of the Scythe.

All yours.

Was Marisol's anyway.

Just needed to borrow
it for a little bit.

What did you release?

One of the greatest
witches in recent history

from the prison your
Elders placed her in.

That's right. Charmed or not,

break the wrong rule,

don't think they won't turn on you, too.

Her name is Jada, and she's not a demon.

She's a witch.

And she called herself
a Sarcana or something.

No, that-that's not possible.

So she was telling the truth...

The Sarcana are a thing?

The Sisters of Arcana
are terrorists, Mel.

They practice unsanctioned magic

in pursuit of vigilante justice.

They mounted an
insurrection decades ago,

resulting in many deaths, but...

They were all defeated.

Jada...

She gave me a shard
of the Scythe of Tartarus.

So she did use it.

Apparently, to release
a witch from Hell's prison.

- A witch put there by the Elders?
- No.

Thi-This Jada is manipulating you.

But some of what she told me was true,

like the Desenmascarar spell.

I checked The Book of Shadows,

and it was exactly where
she said it would be,

down to the page number.

How?

Because...

The Sarcana were started

by an Elder.

An Elder who chafed

against the established
rules of witchcraft

and took matters into her own hands.

Wait, what did you do
with the shard? The Elders...

I destroyed it.

No one should have that much power.

If the Sarcana have truly reassembled,

they will be looking to
add power to their ranks.

Who better than a Charmed One?

You have no idea

what these witches are capable of.

You all right?

Mel told me.

Oh, it all just...

... brings everything back.

I know.

I feel it, too.

I think about her all the time.

No. No, no.

We-we can't go there again.

I'll need to discuss this
with the Elders in person.

It's, um...

It's far too big a deal
for a group text.

Good night, Harry.

Hey. Just checking in on
those lab report revisions.

I already e-mailed it to you.

Maybe check your inbox

before you start asking
people for things.

Look, I don't know what's

going on with you.

Let me be clear.

There's no version of this relationship

where you ever get to
talk to me like that.

Look, Macy...

Full disclosure: I was short

with you the other day because

Summer and I broke up,

maybe 30 seconds before
you approached me.

Oh.

Add to that, about an hour ago,

Dr. Wagner just completely
cut my genetics research

of the last three years

due to "more pressing
budget concerns," and

I guess I'm just not taking it well.

But n-none of that
is-is an excuse for me

disrespecting you. I'm....

I'm really sorry.

I-I had no idea about the funding.

- She didn't tell me.
- Yeah.

It's one of those moments where...

Hard work just doesn't
seem worth it, you know?

I'm really sorry.

Yeah.

Well, look, you don't need
to hear my whole sob story.

And... and I don't think
I've mentioned this

since you got your promotion, but you...

You're doing a fantastic job.

I really appreciate that.

And it's not a sob story.

Your passion is the
best thing about you.

Galvin is single?

Macy, climb that like a tree!

Maggie, that ship had sailed.

Besides, there's that
little protection mark

getting in our way...
The one his grandma put on him.

I've resigned myself
to marrying my work.

Hmm. Fine.

So what does your husband,
Science, say about

the residue found at the crime scene?

It's an epidermal layer.

I'll need a higher
magnification just to be sure.

Hey.

Sorry, but you and Science need

to explore an open relationship.

I mean, have you even checked Aptitude?

There are plenty of non-Galvins on here.

I signed up to that thing
as a favor to you.

But you have a match.

He is tres cute, and he messaged you.

"How about you and me
be the control group,

"and we let wine be our
variable one night this week?"

Wow. It's almost clever.

So are you gonna message
him back or what?

- Probably not.
- Oh.

Fine. You know what?
Use the app or don't.

And maybe the mark means
Galvin is a no-go, but...

That doesn't change the
fact that you don't

put yourself out there with anyone.

Macy, you're amazing.

And you have to start letting
other people see that, too.

Okay, I have a date with Parker.

Text me if you need me.

- Okay.
- Okay. Have fun.

- Hey.
- So what do you think it is?

It's a calcium carbonate exoskeleton.

We're looking for a bug demon.

Mmm. Delicious.

How is everything?

It's perfect. Thanks so much.

Thank you.

Mmm.

How cute are they?

Yeah, we're, like... 30% cuter.

'Cause of my, uh, amazing bravery

in the face of spicy food?

Are you actually sweating right now?

Wasabi's maybe a three

on the heat scale.

Speak for yourself.

Hey, are you okay?

You know, we can always take
this to go or rain check.

I'm fine. I'm just...

Excuse me.

Oh, Parker.

Can I help you?

You're so sexy

with your diseased, wracking cough.

What are you doing here, Hunter?

Boop.

Making sure you stay on task.

What's happening out there?

If I didn't know any better, I'd think

you were actually falling for the witch.

Please.

- Never.
- You sure?

'Cause, Park, that's not us.

Feelings are for people.

No offense. I know you're half human.

But we both know that you're
full demon at your core.

Yeah, tell that to Dad.

Screw Dad.

He's a 3,000-year-old douche.

You know I always got your back.

Just keep it together.

Finish the job.

You feeling any better?

Yeah, I'm fine.

At least for tonight.

Parker, you know if there's

anything wrong, you can tell me.

Honestly,

I just found out I need
a plasma transfusion.

I know we've only been dating
for, like, five minutes,

and, normally, I would never ask you

to do something this big, but...

You're the only person

outside my family who knows.

And I've already asked all
of them to get tested

to see if they're a match.

Say no more.

I'll get tested first thing tomorrow.

Really?

Yeah.

It's... a lot.

They have to draw your blood,

which requires needles.

You once told me you passed out

at the sight of a
particularly sharp pencil.

I will get over it.

This is too important.

You have no idea how
much this means to me.

I know we just met, but

I think Aptitude actually found me

my perfect match.

Me, too.

First, bees, then these nasty buggers.

Just reading about them
makes my skin crawl.

Oh, don't tell me you're
still considering what that

so-called witch said.

Charity cautioned you.

I know.

But if I'm ever gonna
find Mom's killer...

Mel, you have no idea
what they are capable of.

You remember... Fiona?

The charge I lost.

The one who died.

Because she came out as a witch.

That's not the full story.

Fiona was Charity's younger sister.

It was the Sarcana who encouraged Fiona

to flaunt her powers,

then refused to use theirs to save her

when things went south.

Fiona was just left out to dry

when she was declared criminally insane

and committed to a mental institution.

And then she killed herself.

Is that why you and Charity broke up?

Harry, we all know you two were a thing.

We let our feelings distract us.

And we couldn't get past that guilt.

That said, the Sarcana are dangerous.

They spread false hope
and cause untold suffering.

And they will do
anything to recruit you.

You guys, I need to get past
my fear of needles stat.

Is there a spell in...

Did I interrupt something?

No. It's fine.

Wait.

Look at this.

Could our demon be an endothermal?

A cicada demon.

Of course.

Cicadas shed exoskeletons.

Hey, where's Macy?

Oh, she's getting her date on.

Shut the front door.

She said yes to that date?

How did you know I was
allergic to shellfish?

Oh, you wrote it in your profile.

Along with your love of small

dogs and prime numbers.

I didn't think people paid

attention on these dating apps.

I didn't know what to expect, really.

What, did you think I'd be
some three-headed monster?

No, I hear what you're saying, though.

You know, how accurate can
these algorithms really be?

Especially when you're considered...

Less desirable, statistically.

You know?

What even is that?

Oh, I know.

Uh, well...

Here's to... taking a chance.

These endothermal cicada demons

come out every 17 years to mate.

Oh, good God.

According to these university archives,

some students from Hilltowne

went missing at this time 17 years ago.

No bodies were ever found.

Maybe because those
bodies went underground.

To gestate the next generation.

Wait, are you saying...

These cicada demons are
mating with humans.

- Ew!
- Gross.

It's possible.

But they would need
to find the perfect match

for their reproductive needs.

Hold up.

You said Sam Arnold was the name
of the guy who went missing?

Yes. That's the guy whose car we found.

Oh, God.

I knew he sounded familiar.

I registered Sam for Aptitude.

Wait, who else is on this
missing persons report?

This guy Trevor, Blair,

Kelsey.

All of these people are missing,

and they all signed up for Aptitude.

Demons are finding mates
through that infernal app.

Macy.

You know what, I thought
tonight was gonna be a disaster.

But I actually had a really nice time.

I did, too.

Thank you for not being a catfish.

Or racist.

What the hell? Do you want to...

Do this again sometime?

Why end things now?

Still no answer.

This is all my fault.

I'm the one who convinced her to sign up

for that stupid dating app.

"The endothermal queen can lay her eggs

"in host bodies at any time."

I wanted to get Macy laid,
but not like this.

The hatchlings then feed

on the bodies of their hosts.

If we can just find the birthing

chamber before the eggs hatch,

we can then use this fumigation spell

and save Macy and any others.

Destroy the queen, take down the colony.

Exactly.

The queen.

I think I know where they are.

Welcome to Aptitude!

Ready to find your perfect...?

Thanks, but I'm still
getting over my ex.

Macy could be anywhere.

Maggie, how well do you
know this building?

Not very well. But let's
ask someone who knows.

Oh, my God. I can hear all of them.

The whole colony... Their
thoughts are connected, like a...

Hive mind.

I think they're in the basement.

It's on Level P3, but
it's a secured area.

Not anymore.

Come on, let's hurry.

The queen is ready to...
mate or whatever.

Oh, my God.

As I've mentioned, I don't do

particularly well with insects.

Pull it together, Har.

Call out when you find Macy.

Oh, my God.

Are those eggs? Ew.

That's enough to make me go
from vegan-ish to full-on vegan.

Macy.

Macy, Macy, Macy.

I found her; she's alive.

Hang on, Mace. Come on, Macy, get up.

Macy! Oh, God.

Click this, bitch.

Macy, come on.

Macy. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Macy.

- Macy.
- Oh, God.

Macy. Are you all right?

Y-Yeah. The venom's just pretty st...

Watch out. Watch out.

The fumigation spell, quick.

Mist of magic, death unfurls.

Clouds of poison, rise and swirl.

Use our power, from thy breath.

And vanquish these vermin to death.

And vanquish these vermin to death.

Nice try, ladies, but if
I'm dying, so are you.

What's happening?

God, it's sweltering in here.

She's defending herself like a bee,

heating herself up to
a deadly temperature.

They're dying. We have to do something.

I've got this.

Okay.

We've got some cleanup to do.

These people do not
need to remember this.

- Macy still showering?
- Yeah.

Mm. I feel so terrible.

Even if Aptitude hadn't turned out to be

a totally bogus app run by bugs,

I've decided I'm not going
anywhere this summer.

Wait, what?

Mace... you could have died tonight.

Not to mention, as witches, we
could be killed at any moment,

fighting any number of demons.

So I want to spend time
with you this summer.

Both of you.

Right here.

Maybe we can take a trip to New York.

I'm sure there are
plenty of demons there,

so we can call it a business trip.

Okay.

Does that mean you're gonna stop

cocooning yourself in the future?

Whatever do you mean?

You use work to shut out
the rest of the world.

But it's time for you to
become that gorge butterfly

that you are who is not so scared.

I've always focused on whether or not

a guy would want me, when really...

You should be focusing on
whether you want the guy.

I think Maggie Freud here is right.

What do you want?

I-I think...

I still want Galvin.

Stop.

You know, if I can survive
almost getting impregnated

by a demon bug queen,
I'm hoping he and I

can figure out a way around this mark.

And you can climb that tree, girl.

No!

Give it to me.

Stop, no.

- Let go.
- Leave her alone, you dick.

But how did you...?

You dropped this.

You could've stopped him.

- Easily.
- I was going to stop him.

The human way.

So the Elders already scared you off.

It's too bad.

When you're ready to make
a difference for real...

Come find me.

This is my private office.

What are you looking for?

This.

I need to talk to Charity about

- all these Elder restrictions.
- Charity's a busy woman.

You can't just call her on a whim.

We need to talk.

I couldn't agree more.

We were just about to summon you.

We?

Please. Step inside.

Welcome to the Council of Elder Witches,

Protectors of the Sacred Covenant.

In my living room?

We can congregate anywhere,

including duplicate
dimensions of our world.

This is your home as it
exists in another dimension.

Sure. That makes total sense.

What's with their faces?

I do apologize for the
unnerving disguises,

but with whoever's hunting
us still at large,

all other Elders' identities
must remain protected for now.

What aren't you telling
me about the Sarcana?

If they're so evil, then why are
they using magic to help people?

We are responsible for the safety

of a global population.

The Sarcana only think of themselves.

And they are more than willing to risk

or harm innocents in
service of their whims.

Innocents...

Like your sister Fiona?

Yes, like Fiona.

Mel, we believe the newly
formed Sisters of Arcana

are responsible for the death of

your mother and the other Elders.

And we have no reason to believe
they plan to stop killing,

especially if they have summoned
something from Tartarus.

Which is why you're here.

You want us to fight the Sarcana?

No.

We want you, Mel...

To join them.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How are you feeling?

A little better.

- Brought sugar.
- Oh.

Because the Internet says
low blood sugar is common, um,

after a plasma transfusion.

How are you so incredible,
like, all the time?

I'm just glad I could help.

The needles weren't that bad.

Mel came with me to make sure
I didn't have a panic attack.

And since she was there, she banked

some plasma for whoever needs it.

Someone's really gonna appreciate that.

Thank her for me.

Oh, by the way,

that internship got squashed,

which is fine, because...

I want to spend some time with

my sisters this summer anyways.

I get it.

Family's everything.

I just wish I had a family like yours.

I'll come visit you on the weekends.

I'll come check on you later, okay?

Can I get a shot of mescal, please?

You got it.

Thanks.

Hey, boss.

Hey, listen.

I know this is bad timing.

You just broke up with Summer,
you just lost your project.

And I may be weeks too late.

But if there's any chance at all

for us to have another shot,

I want it.

Have a drink with me.

You gonna show up this time?

Yes.

I'm already here.

I'm-I'm at the Haunt.

Okay, um...

All right, well, I-I got a
few things to finish up

here first, so it's gonna be a little...

All good.

I'll-I'll wait.

Yes. Still got it, boy.

"Descubre el Camino secreto."

What the hell did you do?

She's the one I'm trying to recruit.

She almost saw Fiona.

Enjoy.

Thanks.

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