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Lot 43A... a silver jewelry box.

A gift from Philip II

to Queen Elizabeth I.

Do we categorize this
as jewelry or mementos?

Mementos. Should do well in this auction.

Oh!

The journal of John Dee.

- John Dee?
- Yes, Queen Elizabeth's

most trusted adviser.

And if you believe the
legend, the Royal Court's

- sorcerer supreme.
- Right.

Scholars have been searching
for this for centuries.

Only recently unearthed this in London.

Oh.

Best keep this secure, hmm?

Yes.

Uh-huh...

Who are you?

You can't be in here.

Listen, you can't be in here!

Hey! Hey! Can't you hear?

She said you can't be...

I need you to turn around slowly...

Turn around and put your hands up!

Now! I'm talking to you!

Turn around and put your hands in the air!

That's it.

Put your hands in the air.

Drop it and get on the ground now!

- Just like a candle.
- Crane?

Lieutenant, thank you for joining me.

Next time, a little context
when you text me to meet

at a strange address.
What are we doing here?

Exploring.

A "three bedroom, two bath Craftsman."

Or so I've managed to
decipher from this posting.

House hunting?

You bring me house hunting?

Well, less of a hunt,

more a scouting expedition.

Well, hello!

I'm Keely.

Please, look around.

You'll notice all the
charming details throughout.

Now, I know the bedrooms are a tad cozy.

"Cozy" is code for too small to live in.

And the backyard is a bit rustic.

"Rustic" means you'll need a landscaper.

How are the bathrooms?

They're in their original condition.

Older than me.

Excuse me.

Yeah, well, you figured out the real code.

Lieutenant...

Hmm?

One cannot even buy a home
without being bombarded

with modern-day hucksterism.

We call it marketing. People
even get degrees for it.

True fact... people leave

with a more positive
impression if you give them...

Oh. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Marketing.

Are you seriously
considering buying a house?

'Cause if you are, there are bigger issues

than decoding Realtor-speak.

You need a credit rating,
bank approval, and...

Not to mention an actual income.

Call this an exercise in optimism.

Generous though you've been in allowing me

Sheriff Corbin's cabin, sooner or later,

I must find a place of my own.

Preferably with granite countertops.

That's gonna have to be later.

There was a robbery at an auction house

in White Plains last night,
two people were killed.

Preliminary reports
suggest that the blood...

boiled inside their body.

Boiled?

The M.E.'s are stumped.

Security cam didn't pick up
a clear image of the killer.

- Was this book stolen?
- Yeah.

It belonged to John Dee, an
Elizabethan-era academic...

And famed student of the occult.

He spent years compiling spells into books.

This is known as the Grand Grimoire,

the volume of forbidden black magic.

So Dee was on the dark side
of the magical train tracks?

No, he was a scholar.

He wanted to understand
the power of the dark forces

and keep it hidden away.

The Grand Grimoire has been much
sought after in magic circles.

But I'm afraid I'm no
expert on the subject.

Where is our specialist in that department?

200 years in purgatory have
dearly sapped my skills,

but I'm gradually growing stronger.

And now, as we enter a time

of perigean tide,

my powers are peaking.

That's handy.

Magic is an innate talent,

but it must be honed through practice.

Yeah, well, I'm hoping

that we can count on that
talent to help us now.

The Grand Grimoire?

This is a powerful and
dangerous spell book.

It was stolen from a local
auction house last night.

Here? After all this time?

Someone must have drawn it to this place,

perhaps through a summoning spell.

A magical someone?

Or... another tormented soul

released from purgatory
after Moloch's death.

The consequences of Moloch's
evil may never cease.

I know you still mourn our son.

I just hope his actions
have brought him some peace.

Yes?

Mr. Parish.

I'm sorry it took so
long to get back to you.

You said you had a problem?

The hot water is out.

Ah... damn.

So it is.

I'll send Ronnie up right away.

He's my son.

If you'd like, I can
also send a cleaning lady.

That won't be necessary.

It's no trouble.

Look, I don't get a
lot of long-term guests,

and, frankly, not ones that
pay up front and in cash.

All I need is my privacy.

Sources close to the case

say they're stumped by the bizarre

nature of the deaths at the auction house,

which involved "unusual blood activity."

I was watching this earlier... so weird.

Ever seen anything like it?

...part of an auction of items
from Queen Elizabeth I's...

Yes, I have.

And if I could forget
all about it, I would.

Well, we all have things
we're trying to get past.

I mean...

we're only human, right?

Forensics came back.

They identified blood at the scene.

Didn't belong to the victims.

No match but it was laced

with an alkaloid, a compound commonly found

in a plant, Datura stramonium.

- Also known...
- Jimsonweed.

Witches call it moonflower.

Before performing dangerous spells,

certain practitioners ingest
it to augment their power.

It's like doping in the magic world.

Steroids. It's a substance athletes use

to make their bodies unnaturally strong.

Well, this sorcerer uses blood magic.

Witches draw their magic
from different sources.

Katrina's power flows from nature.

Others from fire, from
the moon and the stars.

Blood magic is one

of the dark arts, a destructive
form of sorcery that taps

into base, evil forces.

Ah.

Here's the security cam
footage from the auction house.

I thought it proved inconclusive.

Huh, some kind of
electrical surge wiped out

most of it, but a few frames survived.

Called in a favor from
a friend at Quantico.

They're experimenting with a
new image enhancement algorithm.

It isolates pixels

off reflective surfaces in the environment.

That make sense?

Oh, yes, entirely.

Uh... well, maybe save one detail.

Pixels?

- Oh, pixels.
- Mm-hmm.

Pixels. Thank you.

- Any luck with the research?
- Not yet.

But these books contain
much about the Grimoire.

Ah. Magic.

Katrina?

Do you recognize him?

His name is Solomon Kent.

He's the warlock all witches fear.

Moloch's death must have
freed him from purgatory,

and now he is in our world.

And wherever Solomon Kent goes,

terror and death are sure to follow.

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Solomon Kent. Solomon Kent! Here.

Born 1661. Was a Puritan minister

and leader of the Massachusetts Bay Colony.

Salem.

He was one of the leaders
of the town of Salem.

Salem, as in the Salem witch trials?

His family came to Massachusetts

during the Great Puritan Migration.

He grew up a spiritual man,

a pillar of the community, beloved by all.

Times were hard back then,

but the town was close-knit.

Everyone pulled together,
no matter their background.

Why, thank you, Mrs. Parsons.
I don't know the next time

we'll have fresh bread,

especially if this drought lingers.

As Providence decrees.

Peace be upon you.

And upon you.

Will I be seeing you at
the prayer group tonight,

- Reverend?
- Prayer group?

Ah, yes.

This drought must end.

Until then, Mrs. Van Tassel.

Van Tassel.

The year 1692.

So this woman's your grandmother.

Helena Van Tassel.

She was among the first of the Dutch

to come to the New World.

She settled in Salem because it was a home

to a very strong coven, one led by Kent.

My mother was only a
young girl at the time,

but she never forgot
what happened in Salem.

And she made sure I would
never forget, either.

The Puritans believed
magic was all around them.

Even those such as Kent's coven
who sought to do good with it,

they still had to hide their identities.

People distrust that which
they do not understand.

So what happened?

Kent lost his way.

He became infatuated

with a young woman named Sarah Osborne.

A worker is only as good as their tools.

This blade is far too
dull for work or safety.

It's not so bad.

I thought it was much worse.

Thank you.

He thought his feelings
were being reciprocated,

but he was wrong.

Sarah.

Reverend.

My grandmother knew this
could end in heartbreak...

...but she did not know
it would end in tragedy.

Reverend.

You sent for me.

A worker is only as good as their tools.

For you.

Thank you.

Reverend...

Do not be frightened.

I know what's in your heart.

The same as what's in mine.

- Sarah.
- No!

Sarah...

It was a terrible accident.

Was that a scream?

But Kent knew how it would look.

In his fear and panic,

Kent chose a desperate way out.

We heard screaming.

She attacked me.

But I fought her back!

The Devil is upon us!

We are beset by his servants.

There are witches among us!

My grandmother tried to
appeal to the good in Kent.

To the man she thought she know.

Helena, it was an accident.

Your lie has spread like the plague.

You must end this madness.

They will have my head.

Throw yourself at their mercy.

Trust in their kindness.

Do not force me to make
this decision for you.

But Kent was too fearful for trust.

So he turned on Helena...

Gelidum sis!

...and was forever turned himself.

Behold,

another witch.

Witness her unholy gaze.

Let this enemy have no power over us.

Seize her! Do not allow her to speak.

This is but the beginning of a war.

The sentences were swift and cruel.

The rest of Helena's family...

including my mother...

fled Salem that night, never to return.

So Solomon Kent is responsible
for the Salem witch trials.

A period of mass paranoia and persecution.

It still haunts us.

Every kid in America reads The Crucible...

a play about Salem... but it's really about

the mass hysteria over
Communism in the 1950s.

"Let us not be driven by
fear into an age of unreason.

"Remember...

we are not descended from fearful men."

- Jefferson?
- Edward R. Murrow.

He was a journalist in
the 1950s who spoke out

against these modern witch trials.

You been catching up on
your country's history?

It is heartening to
discover men like Mr. Murrow.

Would have made the Founding Fathers proud.

Well, let's make them proud
by locating this Grimoire.

If I can access its last location,

I may be able to track
its mystical signature.

How was Kent able to survive
the witch trials unscathed?

He survived, but not unscathed.

The dark forces he cultivated

allowed him to fend off
the retribution for a while,

but eventually the
coven's surviving members

combined their powers and hunted him down.

They exiled him to purgatory.

Entering our world,

Kent must have cast a spell
to draw the Grimoire to him.

The question is why?

I take it you can't locate the Grimoire.

No, but I sensed something else.

It's not whole.

John Dee bound the book with a spell

so that no one could access any part of it

unless the book was whole,

to make sure the magic within
it could not spread widely.

But whoever handled the book
must have split up the pages.

Will it work without the missing pages?

- No.
- Then he cannot access

its power yet.

We need to find the second
half of that book before Kent.

Hey, Ramirez, I need you
to check something for me.

The auction house had a delayed
shipment due to bad weather,

slowing one of its cargo ships.

I need an ETA for the
new delivery date. Thanks.

- Captain Irving.
- Losing your edge, Mills.

I've been tailing you for 50 yards.

Next time try calling.

A little advance warning

goes a long way,
considering your situation.

I wasn't trying to sneak
up on you. It's just...

after we left it at the precinct,

I wasn't sure you'd take my call.

What do you want?

I'll be straight with you.

I was pretty pissed...

when you didn't trust me.

After all I've done.

Your soul was stolen

by a Horseman of the Apocalypse.

Just kind of hard to tell which
side of the line you're on now.

That's why I went to Katrina.

She's proven my soul is clean.

And the truth is, I don't even
blame you for not trusting me.

Cynthia and I decided...

we need a fresh start...

put the past behind us. No grudges.

So as far as I'm concerned,

you and me, we're good.

Just wanted you to know that.

Frank...

It was 25 yards.

You were tucked behind the buttress.

A bear in heat would have made less noise.

So I wasn't sneaking up on you.

Good to see you, Mills.

Hello?

Oh, hey.

Um, Ronnie... my mom
sent me to fix the faucet.

Ah, hey... a little hobby of mine.

Yeah, I see you build models, too.

Uh, your detail work is great.

You use an, uh, 11 blade?

- Just my pocket knife.
- Oh. You got to

show me how you did those edges.

If you need any wood,
I got plenty downstairs.

I'm building some ramps for my mom.

Your mother... what happened to her?

Got clipped by a drunk
driver a few years ago.

It was a tough break, but

she never complained, not once.

Seems like a strong woman.

Oh, she is.

Who needs a dad, right?

Indeed.

Fathers are never what
they're cracked up to be.

No, keep it.

Plenty where those came from.

The auction house's
shipment was diverted to

a regional air freight
company. It's arriving at the

Westchester distribution hub tonight.

- We must be there to intercept it.
- Yeah.

Right.

Lieutenant...

is there something else?

I ran into Irving. More
like he ran into me.

- What did he want?
- To tell me that he doesn't blame us

for being suspicious.

Just wanted to say that he's moving on.

Letting go of the past can be difficult.

Crane?

Letting go of the past.

Kent has had 400 years
to think on his mistakes.

On everything that he's lost.

What if he cannot let go?

There is a spell in the Grand Grimoire.

A resurrection spell.

Resurrection... Sarah Osborne.

Sarah!

What if he's trying to bring
Sarah Osborne back from the dead?

I've been reading up on
this since Irving came back.

One thing's for sure... once
the gates of the afterlife

have opened, they're not easily shut.

If Kent opens these gates,

Sarah Obsborne's soul will not

be the only one to enter this realm.

The world of the living

will be overwhelmed by the dead.

We need to get to that warehouse.

So... Katrina's gonna do
her mystical radar thing?

Yes. If Kent or the Grimoire are near,

her Spidey senses shall inform us.

Hey, someone's been
catching up on his reading.

Only the classics.

You know, you and Kent

actually have a lot in common.

Both men out of time, unwilling to give up

on the women you love.

How heartening to know you

compare me to a murderous warlock.

What I'm saying is...

unlike Kent, you made the right choices.

He let his regret over his mistakes

turn him into something dark and evil.

Regret can change

the direction of your life.

Or stop you from living the
one you're meant to have.

Lieutenant, do you have

a vision of the life in store for us?

No.

All I know is that being a Witness

is not a 9:00-to-5:00 job.

You can't punch out and go back to your

three-bedroom, two-bath Craftsman

at the end of the day.

Our enemies are willing
to do whatever it takes.

We have to do the same to defeat them.

Yes, I violently agree,

but we do not fight against something.

We fight for something.

For love, family,

a life.

I pray we never lose
sight of what is important,

for that is what

drove Kent into darkness.

You are witchbreed.

Helena?

No, but her blood runs through my veins.

That is why I will stop you.

Child,

if witches have agency in this world,

it is because of me.

The darkness has turned you mad.

And given me powers that
you couldn't possibly fathom.

Or could you?

Do I sense seeds of darkness within?

Have you never wondered why

your powers betray you
when you need them the most?

You are walking the wrong path.

What would you know about my path?

I know that you cannot

defeat me because you
are not one with yourself.

Has your soul been so twisted...

you've forgotten

all that's sacred to our people?

You have broken that bond.

Yes.

But now,

I will make everything right.

Eh-nah-nah lo-bar Ur-wah.

Eh-nah-nah

lo-bar Ur-wah.

Rise...

Go!

I took out one of 'em.

What happened to the
one that was after you?

We were able to evade it.

I will stop Kent,

but I need you to keep
the other demon at bay.

Katrina, be careful.

Curb thy foul stench, unholy minion.

You really need to work on your trash talk.

My tr... Katrina.

You are a formidable witch.

But you resist your full potential.

Give in to the darkness.

There you will you find your true self.

There. Now you see.

Katrina.

Kent... he has the Grimoire?

Yes.

And it's complete.

And now that he has the book,

I am no match for the power

of his magic.

I cannot defeat him.

Where would Kent go?

Is there anything else he needs to complete

- the resurrection spell?
- Literature's unclear.

Are you able to sense
the Grimoire any more?

Katrina?

No. The battle has taken its toll.

It might be some time before I recover.

We need to act now.

I'm gonna check on a few things.

Maybe you and Katrina can come up

with a Plan B on how to take him down.

Mm.

You seem shaken.

Magic is no ordinary weapon.

It simply cannot be reloaded like a musket.

There are dimensions to my magic that

even I have not explored.

I will find Kent.

And when I do,

there is no magic in the
world that can protect him.

There you go, sir.

Thank you.

Captain.

Thanks for meeting me so late.

No worries. I was just watching TV.

Do you know there's a show
where people go on dates naked?

Yeah, it's on after the
one where they cook naked.

I should have just stayed dead.

So, what's on your mind?

What do you remember about coming back?

- From the great beyond?
- Yeah.

Was there a specific location
of reemergence? A portal?

It's all a blank.

Why? What's going on?

We may be dealing with an undead problem.

You're the closest thing

we have to an expert on the topic.

If you're thinking
mystical portals, wouldn't

Katrina be your person?

She's out of commission right now.

So you're a man down,

morale is low, and you're outgunned.

Want my advice?

You keep fighting.

You don't back down,
you don't make excuses.

If there is one thing I've learned

from all I've been through,

it's that you don't stop.

Afterlife suits you.

You seem to be a lot more...

Jacked up?

I was gonna say "alive," but
we can go with your version.

Nothing like dying to give
you some perspective on life.

Captain, it's good to have you back.

Thanks.

Hey! What are you doing?

Sorry, my mom's just...

Oh, it's you. Come here.

- What are you doing in our room?
- I... I-I'm sorry.

No one answered, so I was just checking

to see if everything was all right.

- And who asked you to do that?
- Ronnie!

Are you all right?

I want you out of here now,

or I'm gonna call the cops.

Relax, mamacita. The cops make a mess,

and you never know who's gonna
get hurt in the confusion.

Be out of your hair in a day or two.

Comprendo?

Hey! You enjoying the show?

Why don't you come down for a better view?

How's Katrina?

Staying strong... as always.

It's good to hear.

I'm guessing she won't
be able to answer the bell

for round two?

No. That honor falls upon us.

The question is, how to defeat
Kent without Katrina's magic.

His powers are most formidable.

Before Katrina was here,

we took down all kinds
of supernatural threats

without magic.

I scanned all the 911 calls
for the past few hours.

There are no zombies walking the streets,

so, either Kent hasn't cast
the resurrection spell yet, or

we're wrong about what he's doing.

When Katrina faced off against Kent,

he uttered a most curious phrase.

"Eh-nah-nah lo-bar Ur-wah."

- An ancient Aramaic dialect.
- Mm-hmm.

Translated, it means, "I am the traveler."

Whew.

The traveler.

Grace Dixon's journal.

Yeah. Grace catalogued

all of the magic known to her world.

At one point, she wrote
about "The Traveler Spell."

Ancient, powerful invocation.

It allows the user to jump into the past.

To jump into the past,
as in travel through time?

Mm-hmm.

Kent is not trying to
resurrect his lost love.

He's trying to go back to her.

- Do you know what this could mean?
- The mind reels.

Wait. If Kent goes back
and changes the past,

he could start a chain
reaction that rewrites history.

Our lives, our families, you
and me, everything that we know.

Will be changed.

Forever.

To attempt the Travelers
spell, Kent will need

to tap into an enormous
wellspring of energy.

A convergence

of mystical fields.

The ley lines.

Yes. And he will need to do so at a time

of astral synergy.

Katrina said her powers
were heightened right now.

Something about a tide.

Perigean tide, when the
moon is closest to the Earth.

The height of its effect
occurs at midnight.

We only have a couple of hours.

Lieutenant,

useful though these reinforcements may be,

I fear Kent's magic may
be more powerful still.

Then we'll have to make our own magic.

I asked the captain to come.

With Jenny off chasing the
Orb of Mystical Awesomeness,

or whatever artifact she's looking for,

we're shorthanded.

What else can you tell me

about this Kent?

Uh, he is a powerful warlock

who practices blood magic.

It is a visceral power

that he enhances artificially
through Jimsonweed.

Like some kind of magical steroids?

That's what I said.

Captain...

you still have friends in the forensic lab?

We might need

the help of some chemists.

After Kent knocked us back, Katrina

was able to fell him.

Katrina's magic

taps into the natural world,

the elements of wind, rain, lightning.

Elements.

Now, we can work with that.

We're gonna need a generator,

possibly a fire hose.

It'll take a little time
to get everything together.

Why don't you and Frank figure out

who's gonna man the equipment

- while I go get ready to face Kent.
- No.

I will face Kent.

You asked me before about
my commitment to the cause...

Crane, you don't need
to prove anything to me.

No, I do not.

I will prove it to Kent.

_

_

Sarah.

You do not belong here.

Tricks!

Tricks will not protect you.

I have defeated your spellcaster.

She understands my power.

Power that can be turned against you.

Atropine...

found in Jimsonweed, which
you use to boost your powers.

In high doses, it causes
hallucination and seizures,

something we know through modern chemistry.

Your magic is vulnerable
to elemental energy.

Such as lightning.

And in the 21st century,

we make our own lightning.

The spellcaster

of whom you speak...

...her name is Katrina Van Tassel.

And you've brought harm to her family!

And you've brought harm to her!

And to me!

Crane.

Crane. Crane, come on. It's over.

Frank!

It's done.

Irving!

Irving!

Captain!

- Captain!
- Over here!

Kent's gone.

He disintegrated.

The Grimoire.

No trace.

Must have been on his
body, destroyed with him.

This was a good win.

Damn right it was.

You should put some ice on that.

Oh, no.

I'll be fine.

Very well.

You surprised me

out there, Crane.

Going all Rambo like that.

Remind me never to lay a hand on Katrina.

It was about more than protecting my wife.

Something in Kent's story...

struck a nerve.

That a person could so easily

betray the people who
trust and rely on him most.

And after you said I reminded you of him...

Crane, you know I didn't...

No offense was taken.

But it made me realize

we are, all of us, walking a razor's edge

between darkness and light.

Come on.

I think we've earned a couple of beers.

Want to grab Katrina?

Uh... No. She is resting.

Said she does not want to be disturbed.

The epithets I hurled
at Kent during battle,

that was good... good trash talk?

Wasn't bad. But for some real practice,

we're gonna have to take
you to a hockey game.

Hockey.

Good morning, gentlemen.

- What the hell?
- I know you're all very busy

destroying your lives,

- day after wretched day.
- What do you want?

Well, you see,

I, too, have been destroying my life.

For weeks now, I've hid from the world,

unsure of who I am or what I am to do.

You see, I killed my father.

And since that time,

all I could feel was... crushing regret.

But then I saw you threatening
the woman and her son.

Is that what this is about?

You don't need to get
all Papa Bear about it.

Oh, no, you've got it wrong.

I admit that for a moment I was drawn

to what Mary and Ronnie represented.

A simple life, simple needs, humanity.

But then you reminded me of something.

There is a natural order
of things in this world.

There will always be sheep and wolves.

And I...

I am a wolf.

Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm.

Captain Irving,

good to see you.

Didn't expect to be back here again.

Where it all came to an end.

I take it you've been busy?

The Witnesses trust me again.

They're so desperate to believe in people.

So you're gonna use this
to fulfill Moloch's vision?

Moloch is dead and so are his plans.

No longer am I

the Horseman of War.

No longer will I be defined by anyone else.

From here on,

destiny bends to my will.

You were wrong, Captain Irving,

when you said this is where it all ended.

This...

...is where it all begins.

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