Charmed (2018) s01e11 Episode Script
Witch Perfect
1 Previously on Charmed I found out who I really was.
And I caused the death of my only child.
He's still alive.
The Elders are only looking out for themselves.
I trust you.
She was sequencing your DNA.
They don't share a father.
Maggie and I do.
You break it, you buy it, my friend.
Let me guess, art collector? I wish.
Just a music teacher with a soft spot for antiquities.
Is that a pitch pipe? Believe so.
Washed up the coast a few months back.
I've never seen anything quite like it.
This must date back at least 3,000 years.
Welcome to Greece.
I'll be right back.
Ah! Hmm.
Much better.
I'm walking on sunshine Whoa I'm walking on sunshine, whoa And don't it feel good? Not that I am not loving the morning soundtrack, but don't you usually confine your fantasies of winning The Voice to the shower? I'm kind of auditioning for the Hilltones today.
The a cappella group? Good for you.
Yeah, I guess some people dropped out after winter break, and they have a big show coming up, so - That's great.
- It was Harry's idea.
He thought I should do something fun and life-affirming after Finding out your boyfriend's a demon and you being tortured in Hell's prison? Yeah.
I'm walking on sunshine, whoa.
Oh, I hope Harry finds something like that for himself.
He seems depressed or something, right? Yeah.
Authentic English breakfast! How extremely sweet.
Make sure you actually eat it this time.
Oh, you mustn't worry about me.
I'm recovering just fine.
I've got my reading.
Just taking a bit to get my appetite back.
I heard you practicing your audition piece out there.
Sublime.
- Thank you, Harry.
- Hi.
Can I talk to you both? Downstairs? Let's hope you're all coming to your senses and will allow me to wipe Galvin's memory as soon as I'm well.
I know firsthand how dangerous it can be to let a human know the truth.
We've been over this, Harry.
Yeah, Macy trusts Galvin.
- So do we.
- Understood.
There's nothing more we can do to save your son.
Ah What am I looking at? Chromosomes.
Yeah.
This here is the chromatid, and that right there is the centromere.
No offense, Mace, but I kind of have a busy day.
Okay, uh I'm just I'm trying to work up the courage to tell you both something.
Macy, just spit it out, we're your sisters.
Yeah.
Yes.
Okay.
Ray's not your father.
My dad's your real dad, and-and so we're full sisters.
And you're only half.
Th That's impossible.
I-It's not.
Really.
It's-it's right here.
The test is 100% reproducible.
I checked it twice myself.
Not to mention DNA is about as definitive as it gets.
It's what carries all of our genetic information.
Where did the DNA even come from? Dr.
Julia and the lab stole it, and I'm pretty sure Parker lied about needing a transfusion from you.
Nice.
Great job, Macy.
What? You told me to spit out the news.
I didn't know this was the news.
So now you're blaming me for the nature of the news? This can't be happening.
This is not happening.
Oh, I know, but look at it like this, this all must be connected.
Us not growing up together, Mom giving me up, this secret about my dad being your dad.
So, Maggie, I think you should call Ray and find out if he knows that he's not really your dad, and it could help us piece it all together.
Don't ask her to do that, after all that she's been through.
Oh, stop using me against her.
You don't even know how I feel about this.
See? You don't always know what she wants.
Oh, my God, and neither do you.
Like I definitely did not want to have this dropped on me right before my audition and right after I literally escaped from Hell.
Every man in my life betrays me.
Parker, Ray, the non-dad who never showed up for Christmas and now your dad, Macy The non-dad who never even cared to meet me.
Well, I'm You know, we don't know the whole story.
We know Mom lied about you and about Maggie's dad and about us being witches.
So the whole story is that our mother was a compulsive liar, and we never really knew her at all.
Or this is a huge clue that could help illuminate why Mom did things the way she did.
Just look on the bright side.
Stop trying to control our reactions to this, Macy.
We can feel how we feel, okay? Look, I'm sorry that I don't know how to tell someone their dad's not their dad.
I just I thought that Maggie would want to know.
And why Mom did what she did is something that I really want to figure out.
Our lives are not data you can arrange so that it makes sense.
And now I'm late for work.
I'm late, too.
Maggie Good night, ladies Good night, ladies We're going to leave you Now Next.
Have fun out there.
I used to think Maybe you loved me Now baby I'm sure And I just can't wait for the day When you knock on my door I'm walking on sunshine Whoa I'm walking on sunshine Whoa And don't it feel good? Brava.
Brava.
Exactly the deep emotion I'm looking for.
Welcome to The Hilltones.
With your help, we're going to kill it.
So what did they do? I mean, they-they took it all out on me.
Yeah, apparently I didn't deliver the news in exactly the right way, like there's some kind of rule book for something like that, and now I'm the world's worst sister.
Wait, so-so is that what they think, or is that what you think? Does it make a difference if it's true? Sorry, Mace.
You know what? I'm fine.
More than fine.
I'm exhilarated by the possibility of finding some answers once and for all.
Is that why you're stress juicing? No, no, no.
That's not what this is.
No, see, my sisters, they don't want to face the facts, but the truth is still out there.
So I'm doing a spell to reveal hidden secrets.
"Full disclosure, "drop the shield, "all the secrets be revealed.
" - Whoa! - Whoa! Macy, look out! Oh, my God.
This is my dad's handwriting.
Your dad was writing to your mom? These go back years.
My dad died that April.
My parents were in touch all along.
- Maggie? - Oh! What are you doing here? I promise I'm not stalking you.
I didn't even know you were a Hilltone.
Look, if this is gonna be awkward, I I can just leave.
Are you all right? I guess.
Is this about Parker? I heard that you guys He's a monster and I never want to see him again.
Oh.
Well, I'm sorry.
And I'm not gonna stop you from being here, just as long as you don't try and get that solo, because it is all mine.
Deal.
Delusional much, Lucy? You are not gonna throw me off my game, Effie.
Oh, I know.
You can't be thrown off your game If you don't have any That solo is mine.
- Hmm.
- Ah.
Unforch, the reality check is that that betch, she does get the solo every year.
But ya girl is about to change that.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Songbirds.
In anticipation of our upcoming performance, I have brought you a little something to ready your throats.
Uh, what is that? My vocal coach has me on a strict honey-lemon regimen.
Your vocal coach sounds like a small town hack.
This is a soothing tea, a proven formula.
Proven to whom? Mr.
Miranda has been killing it fashion-wise since his trip to Greece, but he's also gotten a lot weirder.
Artists are eccentric.
And I have two words for you, Effie: Kelly Clarkson.
Oh.
Thank you.
Mm.
Hi.
Hey.
Okay, so I-I didn't handle the dad news very well, I admit that.
I-It's fine.
What are those? They're letters between our parents.
They were in touch all along and madly in love with each other.
I thought you might want to read them with me.
In love for decades? Behind Ray's back? I I mean, what, am I supposed to be happy about that? Well, none of this is particularly happy about any of this, but I just thought - What's going on? - Nothing much, just asking Maggie about her singing thing.
Unlike our mother, Macy, you're a terrible liar.
Fine, it's about my dad, and I know you don't want to hear about it.
Okay.
Got to go.
I-I got to go, too.
Can we talk? What's going on? Well, I found out our mom was lying to us about some pretty big, non-witchy stuff.
And I thought we were close.
But were we really, if I knew so little about her? And it got me thinking, I don't want to do the same to the people that I like.
Like you.
And I'm fully prepared for you to hate me and never want to see me again after I say this.
Okay I was originally sent to the Sarcana by the Elders, to infiltrate you because we all thought the Sarcana killed our mother and But now I know that they didn't.
So there you have it.
The whole truth.
I was wondering when you were gonna come clean.
It didn't take a genius to figure out you probably had ulterior motives.
Besides, Maggie's not the only witch that can read minds.
We have an empath, too.
So why not call me out on it, then? Because I saw you had potential, and I knew you'd come to see things our way.
It was only a matter of time before the Elders' methods turned you off.
So, now that you know everything, I want to know everything.
What exactly is it that you guys do? If you're really ready, why don't you tag along with me tomorrow night, see for yourself? I came to see him To listen for a while And there he was, this young boy A stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with his fingers - Singing my life with his words - Stop! Stop! Stop.
Your histrionics are ruining my arrangement.
Your arrangement is weird.
It's all creepy.
No.
No, no.
You don't understand.
Dissonant harmonies capture powerful emotions.
They move audiences, they, uh, transfix them.
She understands.
Your voice reminds me of the great potoo bird's call before it pounces on a bat and tears it apart.
Her emotion highlights the poignancy of my arrangement and draws the audience in.
They will surrender to the song, and by the end, they won't know what hit them.
Rather than distracting them with subpar Aguilera circa 2001 vocal parkour.
Everybody, follow Maggie's lead.
Back from the top.
I'll die before this newbie steals my solo.
Can we just try a more upbeat version? I really think it will better showcase my talent I-I mean, our talent.
I am afraid I need to cut you.
Cut me? I'm the best singer you've got.
I don't know who you think you are, talking to me like that.
Wait a minute.
Of course.
You're a singer, you're all the same.
Always making it about you, never following your director's lead.
Well, you know what they say.
Those who can't do, teach.
Look, I-I get it.
I know it's not all about me, I-it's about the group.
No.
It's not about the group.
It's about me.
Is it creepy that I think I know exactly when Maggie was conceived? - Oh, really? - Mm-hmm.
They spent a weekend together, New Year's Eve, 2000.
So he knew about Maggie.
He knew Marisol was a witch.
This is, this is just bombshell after bombshell in here.
Yeah.
But Maggie's still not interested? My bombshells are landing about as gently as actual bombs.
Oh, my Gosh.
Uh, oh.
W-What what, now? No, he's describing my tenth birthday party.
I remember that day like it was yesterday.
And how much I wanted my mom there.
I guess, in some way, she was.
I was really lonely.
I didn't know I had sisters.
Maggie was a baby.
Mel would have been seven.
They could have been there.
Can you imagine that? Yeah, well, they're here now.
I know.
I know, but If my dad knew about Maggie, I-if he knew about magic and it-it didn't matter, he loved Marisol regardless, then why? Why couldn't we be together? As a family.
Hey.
Is Mr.
Miranda's super sad arranging bumming you out, too? No, it's family drama.
I-I don't want to bore you.
Are you kidding? I have a natural thirst for family dramz.
I'm just in a really weird place with my sisters right now.
Oh I mean, I didn't even invite them to the show.
And I just feel like I have all these complicated relationships, and I just wish my life weren't so messy, you know? Oh, please.
Messy is the new normal.
Like, remember Coco, the CrossFit instructor my dad left my mom for? He understands me more than either of my parents.
Which may be because we're so close in age.
But so what? It works, you know? Like Coco always says, a hot mess is better than no hotness at all.
Point bees, all families are complicated.
Thanks, Lucy.
Warming up, ladies.
All right.
Wait, where's Effie? Well, she has quit the group.
- What? - I knew she didn't have it in her.
Then who's gonna sing the solo? Wait.
Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life Sure, the solo is now yours, Lucy.
Thank you so much.
From the top.
Wait, Effie really quit? I mean, that just doesn't sound like her.
The Hilltones are her life.
Well, some people simply cannot handle the pressure.
But why now? - She's always had the solo.
- Maggie, drop it.
I got the solo.
Thank you so much, Mr.
Miranda.
- I'm gonna make you so proud.
- Excuse me! This is an extremely valuable and delicate antique.
Okay.
It's so pretty.
Can I see it? - Help me! - No! Didn't you hear me? This is extremely delicate.
Is everything all right? Maggie has this concert tonight and she didn't invite me, which feels really weird.
I don't know, I just-I just think that she needs some space right now.
I can be overbearing when I mean to be protective.
I've always been her big sister.
Although now, we both have a big sister.
I get that.
I'm sorry.
That sucks.
You know what? Let's not talk about this right now.
We are here on a Sarcana mission.
Mmm.
Where is our mission, anyway? Le douchebag in question should be here any minute.
He's, like, your typical entitled predator.
- Hmm.
- The sexual assault charges got dismissed 'cause the judge didn't want to ruin his "promising future.
" That makes me sick.
These pervs, man.
They don't give up easily.
Except now we'll be here to stop them.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
Hey.
Glass of Pinot Gris.
Hi, Mel.
I'm Niko.
I was hoping we could talk.
How do you know my name? You work here, right? I've seen you around.
I'm off tonight, but yes.
Yeah.
Uh, and you, do you live in town? Uh, let's just say I'm here on business.
- Here you are.
Enjoy.
- Thank you.
So you work here and you're a student? I was, but, uh, I had to drop out for personal reasons.
- Hmm.
- How about you? What do you do? You could say I help people.
- Huh.
- Get them out of dangerous situations.
Like your friend Jada.
What do you know about Jada? There are people who love her who are really concerned for her safety.
They're worried she might be getting involved with a dangerous group.
A cult.
Would you know anything about that? Mel, I know I'm a complete stranger, but you may also be at risk.
If Jada's trying to get you to be a part of this group She's not.
And I'm fine.
If you hear or see anything strange, if you ever feel unsafe Give me a call.
Okay.
Douchebag at two o'clock.
- You okay? - Mm-hmm.
Who was that chick you were talking to? She's nobody.
Maggie, we're here.
Magical pitch pipes.
Oh, no way.
Yo, that is sick.
You see? This makes me extremely nervous.
It's absolutely against protocol for him to be involved in this.
- No offense, Galvin.
- I know, but we don't have time to discuss that right now.
Look, it's here.
Oh, this matches the photo you sent, Maggie.
The mystiki flauto.
According to legend, it originally belonged to the sirens of ancient Greece.
Oh, we read about them in World Lit.
They're the women who lured sailors to their death through song.
And you're saying they're a real thing? Apparently so.
Their favorite melody was something called "The Devil's Tritone.
" Diminished fifth.
Look, I know it.
You do? I'm from New Orleans.
Got some jazz musicians in my extended family.
Miranda is a siren and I think he did something to Effie.
When I touched the pipe, I heard her screams.
If sirens lure people to their deaths wait.
Is he trying to kill the audience through a song? But sirens are female, right? Typically, but gender can be fluid, as we have learned.
Maggie, we're on our way.
You two, grab hold.
Come on.
Harry? Oh, my powers - They're not working? - No.
A consequence of my, uh, time in Tartarus, no doubt.
Find a siren vanquishing spell and text it to Maggie, quickly.
Oh.
Hurry, the show's about to start.
So, what's the plan? Just wait.
Disgusting.
That guy's about to drug that girl.
Not to worry.
Justice now, consequences now.
It is so.
The hex, it worked.
What are you doing to my drink? Um Oops.
I thought it was mine.
Oh, my God! This man was trying to roofie me! - I'm sorry, look.
- You're not going anywhere, bro.
Someone call the cops.
What are you doing, dude? Oh, my Please welcome the Hilltones.
Maggie, what are you doing? Get on stage.
"Your voice I vanquish, your song I destroy," "killer of man, stealer of joy.
Die, siren!" Strumming my pain with his fingers How dare you, you little witch! - Singing my life with his words - I know you're a siren.
Oh, please.
I have more talent in my little finger than any silly siren has in all of her body.
Killing me softly If it wasn't for The Maestro, no one would even know what a siren is.
The Maestro? What, like a conductor? Bingo, cute little witch.
I am the director behind the sirens.
The Maestro behind the music.
I arrange all of their songs, and they repay me by stealing all of my glory.
But after tonight's concert, everyone will know my name.
I'll pull the singers offstage.
You can't kill anyone if there's no song.
It's too late.
It's too late! Hear that? So I came to see him The song has begun.
If you stop it now, they will all die.
Which means All of those souls are already mine.
And now the show must go on.
- Macy.
- What? What happened with the siren vanquishing spell? He's not a siren.
He turned the Hilltones into his sirens.
He's The Maestro behind the music, and apparently and he wants all the demon glory for himself.
With his song - Killing me softly - What are we gonna do? Galvin? No! With his song The siren song's killing him.
- It's killing the audience, too.
- I told you.
I told you, the songs are mine.
The sirens were just meat puppets for my music.
I guess we're immune because we're witches.
He must have done something to protect - the Hilltones so they could sing.
- The tea! The tea we've been pounding all week.
- He said it was for our voices.
- Get some.
Okay, hold on.
Galvin? Galvin, can you hear me? I'm not leaving you.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
Sirens, sirens.
They have to be here somewhere.
Here's the tea.
Okay, it's not a lot, but hopefully it works.
With his words Softly with his song Killing me softly I just had the most terrifying dream.
Wait, where's Miranda? Up on the catwalk.
I couldn't stop him.
We've got to save the audience.
Can we please stop that song? Those sad and dissonant harmonies are killing me.
Yes, that's it.
The song itself isn't killing people.
It's the arrangements and the mournfulness of the singers that's allowing him to do it.
Have you heard of infrasonic weapons? Certain amplitudes and frequencies can cause cavitation in the inner ear.
Like the sonic attack - on our embassy in Cuba.
- Right.
Now, if we're dealing with the demonic version of that, what if we can cancel out the frequency using an inverted phase of the original sound? Just as long as we keep the same amplitude.
- The same amplitude.
- Right.
One of you nerds, please translate.
- A mash-up.
- A mash-up.
You should have just led with that.
I've got this.
Let's take this up a notch.
You must get that pitch pipe.
On it.
But he just kept right on Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words His words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly With his song Telling my whole life With his words Killing me softly - Softly - With his song With his song Maggie mentioned hearing the singer scream when touching the pipe, which got me thinking, the oldest writings on the sirens refer to an unnamed rival who tried to usurp them, until they trapped him in a Peripsych.
E-Even I don't understand that.
It's an object with the power to extract a person's soul, or in this case, a demon's primordial form, and bind it inside L-like a genie's lamp.
- Or a magical pitch pipe? - Exactly.
S-So the missing singer is alive.
One assumes, trapped inside the pipe, likely with the soul of the original Mr.
Miranda, who may have had the misfortune of accidentally releasing a demon.
So if our Maestro is this unnamed rival, how do we vanquish him so he doesn't do this again? First, you'll need the Power of Three to return The Maestro to its primordial form.
I've contacted Mel, who should be arriving there shortly.
I'll text you the words.
Then, you need to trap it in the Peripsych by activating its unique key.
If it were a genie's lamp, you'd rub it three times But the pitch pipe, - it needs to be played.
- The Devil's Tritone.
Thanks, Harry.
Softly with his song.
Ah that was a hot mess, Maggie.
Emphasis on hot.
Come on.
Come on, girl, - take your bow.
- Maggie.
- Hello? Maggie.
- You know what? Let's keep going.
- Yeah.
- Now.
I'm walking on sunshine - Whoa, oh-oh - Maggie? I'm walking on sunshine - Ooh - Whoa, oh-oh - Ooh - I'm walking on sunshine - Ooh - Whoa, oh-oh And don't it feel good Do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do, do, do-do, do, do-do Do-do-do-do, do-do, do, do-do, do-do-do-do-do Do-do, do, do-do-do Do-do-do-do, do-do, do - Macy! - Hey.
We've got to find him.
You are not the first talentless hacks to try to stop me, but you will be the last.
No.
Mel, now would be a really good time to freeze time.
Okay.
We need to use the Power of Three - to release the demon from Mr.
Miranda.
- Okay.
Tonde daimon amauroun, hos tane psychane hairein.
It's not working! Grab onto me.
Tonde daimon amauroun, hos tane psychane hairein! I know why The Power of Three isn't working.
It's because we're not working as sisters.
Sure we are.
No, we're pissed at each other, aren't we? Fine.
I am so pissed at Mom lying that I took it out on you, Macy, - and I'm sorry, okay? - Macy.
Okay.
Okay.
Tonde daimon amauroun, hos tane psychane hairein! Oh.
Okay, fine.
Me, too.
I guess I'm still a little peeved that you both blamed me for not handling the dad news perfectly.
And I am sorry if I said something - that hurt you.
- Okay.
- Maggie? - Oh, I unpacked with Lucy.
I'm cool.
Oh.
Tonde daimon amauroun, hos tane psychane hairein! We need to play The Devil's Tritone to release the souls.
- Mel, restart time.
- Okay.
Do-do-do, do-do, do Galvin! Look alive! Play the Devil's Tritone.
Release the souls.
Now, baby, I'm sure Do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do When you knock on my door Do-do-do-do, do-do, do, do-do, do-do-do - Do-do-do, bah-be, be-do-be I'm walking - On sunshine, whoa-oh - Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah Do-do, do, do-do-do, do-do-do-do, do-do, do Do-do, do, do-do, do-do-do-do-do Oh, no, they didn't.
This is some next level All About Eve crap.
I knew they were all jealous of me, but this is not cool, guys.
Not cool! - Till the day when - Do-do-do, do-do, do - You know on my door - Do-do-do, do-do Yo, did did I just vanquish my first demon? Affirmative.
Where? Where am I? What happened? You're just a little jet lagged.
Your trip to Greece really did a number on you.
Come on.
You're just in time to take a bow.
Niko looked good.
Happy, even.
- She didn't recognize you at all? - No.
It reminded me that sometimes we lie to protect people, and that doesn't mean that we don't love them.
I'm choosing to believe that that's what Mom did.
Hey, so, Macy Those letters.
I think I'm finally ready to read them if you'd still, you know, share them with me.
Yes.
They're up in Mom's room.
Do you want to come? I had you to myself for 18 years.
You guys should do this on your own.
And besides, there's something else that I need to do.
Thank you.
- Yeah.
- Come.
Okay.
I have to tell you.
The woman from the bar I think she's a PI who was hired to track you down.
She thinks you're in a cult? That must be my parents.
Thanks for telling me that.
That's not the whole truth I'm here to tell you, though.
That woman from the bar She's not nobody.
She's my ex.
The PI is your ex? She wasn't a PI when I knew her.
Well, we've all got a past.
I got your message.
Hey, what's wrong? Oh, this past week, I've been Distracted from my work.
Oh, God, did I make a mistake telling you about your son? No.
No.
I've been writing down every last detail I can recall from those memories while they're still fresh.
Anything that might help me one day find him.
Those are natural feelings for a parent to have, hmm? But you know your commitment - It has to be - To the Charmed Ones.
Yes, I know.
I'm Not the man I was before Tartarus.
And the slate's no longer clean, you might say.
The fact is, I'm not sure I can be their Whitelighter anymore.
They should be in safer hands.
But I know how much you love them.
Which is why the only responsible thing to do Is to leave.
Well, if you really do feel that way, then You need to tell them.
Ah.
You've always said they're the closest thing to family you've ever had.
Until now.
What? Oh, my God, did you see this? Only Macy Vaughn's father could pull off the phrase "carnal cohabitation" in a love letter.
Man, he was not the most expressive of men, but he was a good father in his own way.
Oh, my I really wish I could have known him.
He would have had his hands full with you.
Excuse me! The hugging, the crying, the spontaneous dance parties.
No one can resist my spontaneous dance parties.
Yeah, Dexter Vaughn could have.
Oh, yeah, I would have won him over.
You definitely would have.
What is it? "I don't regret what we did, not for a minute, "but every time I look at Macy, I'm reminded "that one day, she will learn the truth.
"And when she finds out what we did to "bring her back from the dead" " I'm afraid she'll never forgive us.
"
And I caused the death of my only child.
He's still alive.
The Elders are only looking out for themselves.
I trust you.
She was sequencing your DNA.
They don't share a father.
Maggie and I do.
You break it, you buy it, my friend.
Let me guess, art collector? I wish.
Just a music teacher with a soft spot for antiquities.
Is that a pitch pipe? Believe so.
Washed up the coast a few months back.
I've never seen anything quite like it.
This must date back at least 3,000 years.
Welcome to Greece.
I'll be right back.
Ah! Hmm.
Much better.
I'm walking on sunshine Whoa I'm walking on sunshine, whoa And don't it feel good? Not that I am not loving the morning soundtrack, but don't you usually confine your fantasies of winning The Voice to the shower? I'm kind of auditioning for the Hilltones today.
The a cappella group? Good for you.
Yeah, I guess some people dropped out after winter break, and they have a big show coming up, so - That's great.
- It was Harry's idea.
He thought I should do something fun and life-affirming after Finding out your boyfriend's a demon and you being tortured in Hell's prison? Yeah.
I'm walking on sunshine, whoa.
Oh, I hope Harry finds something like that for himself.
He seems depressed or something, right? Yeah.
Authentic English breakfast! How extremely sweet.
Make sure you actually eat it this time.
Oh, you mustn't worry about me.
I'm recovering just fine.
I've got my reading.
Just taking a bit to get my appetite back.
I heard you practicing your audition piece out there.
Sublime.
- Thank you, Harry.
- Hi.
Can I talk to you both? Downstairs? Let's hope you're all coming to your senses and will allow me to wipe Galvin's memory as soon as I'm well.
I know firsthand how dangerous it can be to let a human know the truth.
We've been over this, Harry.
Yeah, Macy trusts Galvin.
- So do we.
- Understood.
There's nothing more we can do to save your son.
Ah What am I looking at? Chromosomes.
Yeah.
This here is the chromatid, and that right there is the centromere.
No offense, Mace, but I kind of have a busy day.
Okay, uh I'm just I'm trying to work up the courage to tell you both something.
Macy, just spit it out, we're your sisters.
Yeah.
Yes.
Okay.
Ray's not your father.
My dad's your real dad, and-and so we're full sisters.
And you're only half.
Th That's impossible.
I-It's not.
Really.
It's-it's right here.
The test is 100% reproducible.
I checked it twice myself.
Not to mention DNA is about as definitive as it gets.
It's what carries all of our genetic information.
Where did the DNA even come from? Dr.
Julia and the lab stole it, and I'm pretty sure Parker lied about needing a transfusion from you.
Nice.
Great job, Macy.
What? You told me to spit out the news.
I didn't know this was the news.
So now you're blaming me for the nature of the news? This can't be happening.
This is not happening.
Oh, I know, but look at it like this, this all must be connected.
Us not growing up together, Mom giving me up, this secret about my dad being your dad.
So, Maggie, I think you should call Ray and find out if he knows that he's not really your dad, and it could help us piece it all together.
Don't ask her to do that, after all that she's been through.
Oh, stop using me against her.
You don't even know how I feel about this.
See? You don't always know what she wants.
Oh, my God, and neither do you.
Like I definitely did not want to have this dropped on me right before my audition and right after I literally escaped from Hell.
Every man in my life betrays me.
Parker, Ray, the non-dad who never showed up for Christmas and now your dad, Macy The non-dad who never even cared to meet me.
Well, I'm You know, we don't know the whole story.
We know Mom lied about you and about Maggie's dad and about us being witches.
So the whole story is that our mother was a compulsive liar, and we never really knew her at all.
Or this is a huge clue that could help illuminate why Mom did things the way she did.
Just look on the bright side.
Stop trying to control our reactions to this, Macy.
We can feel how we feel, okay? Look, I'm sorry that I don't know how to tell someone their dad's not their dad.
I just I thought that Maggie would want to know.
And why Mom did what she did is something that I really want to figure out.
Our lives are not data you can arrange so that it makes sense.
And now I'm late for work.
I'm late, too.
Maggie Good night, ladies Good night, ladies We're going to leave you Now Next.
Have fun out there.
I used to think Maybe you loved me Now baby I'm sure And I just can't wait for the day When you knock on my door I'm walking on sunshine Whoa I'm walking on sunshine Whoa And don't it feel good? Brava.
Brava.
Exactly the deep emotion I'm looking for.
Welcome to The Hilltones.
With your help, we're going to kill it.
So what did they do? I mean, they-they took it all out on me.
Yeah, apparently I didn't deliver the news in exactly the right way, like there's some kind of rule book for something like that, and now I'm the world's worst sister.
Wait, so-so is that what they think, or is that what you think? Does it make a difference if it's true? Sorry, Mace.
You know what? I'm fine.
More than fine.
I'm exhilarated by the possibility of finding some answers once and for all.
Is that why you're stress juicing? No, no, no.
That's not what this is.
No, see, my sisters, they don't want to face the facts, but the truth is still out there.
So I'm doing a spell to reveal hidden secrets.
"Full disclosure, "drop the shield, "all the secrets be revealed.
" - Whoa! - Whoa! Macy, look out! Oh, my God.
This is my dad's handwriting.
Your dad was writing to your mom? These go back years.
My dad died that April.
My parents were in touch all along.
- Maggie? - Oh! What are you doing here? I promise I'm not stalking you.
I didn't even know you were a Hilltone.
Look, if this is gonna be awkward, I I can just leave.
Are you all right? I guess.
Is this about Parker? I heard that you guys He's a monster and I never want to see him again.
Oh.
Well, I'm sorry.
And I'm not gonna stop you from being here, just as long as you don't try and get that solo, because it is all mine.
Deal.
Delusional much, Lucy? You are not gonna throw me off my game, Effie.
Oh, I know.
You can't be thrown off your game If you don't have any That solo is mine.
- Hmm.
- Ah.
Unforch, the reality check is that that betch, she does get the solo every year.
But ya girl is about to change that.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Songbirds.
In anticipation of our upcoming performance, I have brought you a little something to ready your throats.
Uh, what is that? My vocal coach has me on a strict honey-lemon regimen.
Your vocal coach sounds like a small town hack.
This is a soothing tea, a proven formula.
Proven to whom? Mr.
Miranda has been killing it fashion-wise since his trip to Greece, but he's also gotten a lot weirder.
Artists are eccentric.
And I have two words for you, Effie: Kelly Clarkson.
Oh.
Thank you.
Mm.
Hi.
Hey.
Okay, so I-I didn't handle the dad news very well, I admit that.
I-It's fine.
What are those? They're letters between our parents.
They were in touch all along and madly in love with each other.
I thought you might want to read them with me.
In love for decades? Behind Ray's back? I I mean, what, am I supposed to be happy about that? Well, none of this is particularly happy about any of this, but I just thought - What's going on? - Nothing much, just asking Maggie about her singing thing.
Unlike our mother, Macy, you're a terrible liar.
Fine, it's about my dad, and I know you don't want to hear about it.
Okay.
Got to go.
I-I got to go, too.
Can we talk? What's going on? Well, I found out our mom was lying to us about some pretty big, non-witchy stuff.
And I thought we were close.
But were we really, if I knew so little about her? And it got me thinking, I don't want to do the same to the people that I like.
Like you.
And I'm fully prepared for you to hate me and never want to see me again after I say this.
Okay I was originally sent to the Sarcana by the Elders, to infiltrate you because we all thought the Sarcana killed our mother and But now I know that they didn't.
So there you have it.
The whole truth.
I was wondering when you were gonna come clean.
It didn't take a genius to figure out you probably had ulterior motives.
Besides, Maggie's not the only witch that can read minds.
We have an empath, too.
So why not call me out on it, then? Because I saw you had potential, and I knew you'd come to see things our way.
It was only a matter of time before the Elders' methods turned you off.
So, now that you know everything, I want to know everything.
What exactly is it that you guys do? If you're really ready, why don't you tag along with me tomorrow night, see for yourself? I came to see him To listen for a while And there he was, this young boy A stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with his fingers - Singing my life with his words - Stop! Stop! Stop.
Your histrionics are ruining my arrangement.
Your arrangement is weird.
It's all creepy.
No.
No, no.
You don't understand.
Dissonant harmonies capture powerful emotions.
They move audiences, they, uh, transfix them.
She understands.
Your voice reminds me of the great potoo bird's call before it pounces on a bat and tears it apart.
Her emotion highlights the poignancy of my arrangement and draws the audience in.
They will surrender to the song, and by the end, they won't know what hit them.
Rather than distracting them with subpar Aguilera circa 2001 vocal parkour.
Everybody, follow Maggie's lead.
Back from the top.
I'll die before this newbie steals my solo.
Can we just try a more upbeat version? I really think it will better showcase my talent I-I mean, our talent.
I am afraid I need to cut you.
Cut me? I'm the best singer you've got.
I don't know who you think you are, talking to me like that.
Wait a minute.
Of course.
You're a singer, you're all the same.
Always making it about you, never following your director's lead.
Well, you know what they say.
Those who can't do, teach.
Look, I-I get it.
I know it's not all about me, I-it's about the group.
No.
It's not about the group.
It's about me.
Is it creepy that I think I know exactly when Maggie was conceived? - Oh, really? - Mm-hmm.
They spent a weekend together, New Year's Eve, 2000.
So he knew about Maggie.
He knew Marisol was a witch.
This is, this is just bombshell after bombshell in here.
Yeah.
But Maggie's still not interested? My bombshells are landing about as gently as actual bombs.
Oh, my Gosh.
Uh, oh.
W-What what, now? No, he's describing my tenth birthday party.
I remember that day like it was yesterday.
And how much I wanted my mom there.
I guess, in some way, she was.
I was really lonely.
I didn't know I had sisters.
Maggie was a baby.
Mel would have been seven.
They could have been there.
Can you imagine that? Yeah, well, they're here now.
I know.
I know, but If my dad knew about Maggie, I-if he knew about magic and it-it didn't matter, he loved Marisol regardless, then why? Why couldn't we be together? As a family.
Hey.
Is Mr.
Miranda's super sad arranging bumming you out, too? No, it's family drama.
I-I don't want to bore you.
Are you kidding? I have a natural thirst for family dramz.
I'm just in a really weird place with my sisters right now.
Oh I mean, I didn't even invite them to the show.
And I just feel like I have all these complicated relationships, and I just wish my life weren't so messy, you know? Oh, please.
Messy is the new normal.
Like, remember Coco, the CrossFit instructor my dad left my mom for? He understands me more than either of my parents.
Which may be because we're so close in age.
But so what? It works, you know? Like Coco always says, a hot mess is better than no hotness at all.
Point bees, all families are complicated.
Thanks, Lucy.
Warming up, ladies.
All right.
Wait, where's Effie? Well, she has quit the group.
- What? - I knew she didn't have it in her.
Then who's gonna sing the solo? Wait.
Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life Sure, the solo is now yours, Lucy.
Thank you so much.
From the top.
Wait, Effie really quit? I mean, that just doesn't sound like her.
The Hilltones are her life.
Well, some people simply cannot handle the pressure.
But why now? - She's always had the solo.
- Maggie, drop it.
I got the solo.
Thank you so much, Mr.
Miranda.
- I'm gonna make you so proud.
- Excuse me! This is an extremely valuable and delicate antique.
Okay.
It's so pretty.
Can I see it? - Help me! - No! Didn't you hear me? This is extremely delicate.
Is everything all right? Maggie has this concert tonight and she didn't invite me, which feels really weird.
I don't know, I just-I just think that she needs some space right now.
I can be overbearing when I mean to be protective.
I've always been her big sister.
Although now, we both have a big sister.
I get that.
I'm sorry.
That sucks.
You know what? Let's not talk about this right now.
We are here on a Sarcana mission.
Mmm.
Where is our mission, anyway? Le douchebag in question should be here any minute.
He's, like, your typical entitled predator.
- Hmm.
- The sexual assault charges got dismissed 'cause the judge didn't want to ruin his "promising future.
" That makes me sick.
These pervs, man.
They don't give up easily.
Except now we'll be here to stop them.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
Hey.
Glass of Pinot Gris.
Hi, Mel.
I'm Niko.
I was hoping we could talk.
How do you know my name? You work here, right? I've seen you around.
I'm off tonight, but yes.
Yeah.
Uh, and you, do you live in town? Uh, let's just say I'm here on business.
- Here you are.
Enjoy.
- Thank you.
So you work here and you're a student? I was, but, uh, I had to drop out for personal reasons.
- Hmm.
- How about you? What do you do? You could say I help people.
- Huh.
- Get them out of dangerous situations.
Like your friend Jada.
What do you know about Jada? There are people who love her who are really concerned for her safety.
They're worried she might be getting involved with a dangerous group.
A cult.
Would you know anything about that? Mel, I know I'm a complete stranger, but you may also be at risk.
If Jada's trying to get you to be a part of this group She's not.
And I'm fine.
If you hear or see anything strange, if you ever feel unsafe Give me a call.
Okay.
Douchebag at two o'clock.
- You okay? - Mm-hmm.
Who was that chick you were talking to? She's nobody.
Maggie, we're here.
Magical pitch pipes.
Oh, no way.
Yo, that is sick.
You see? This makes me extremely nervous.
It's absolutely against protocol for him to be involved in this.
- No offense, Galvin.
- I know, but we don't have time to discuss that right now.
Look, it's here.
Oh, this matches the photo you sent, Maggie.
The mystiki flauto.
According to legend, it originally belonged to the sirens of ancient Greece.
Oh, we read about them in World Lit.
They're the women who lured sailors to their death through song.
And you're saying they're a real thing? Apparently so.
Their favorite melody was something called "The Devil's Tritone.
" Diminished fifth.
Look, I know it.
You do? I'm from New Orleans.
Got some jazz musicians in my extended family.
Miranda is a siren and I think he did something to Effie.
When I touched the pipe, I heard her screams.
If sirens lure people to their deaths wait.
Is he trying to kill the audience through a song? But sirens are female, right? Typically, but gender can be fluid, as we have learned.
Maggie, we're on our way.
You two, grab hold.
Come on.
Harry? Oh, my powers - They're not working? - No.
A consequence of my, uh, time in Tartarus, no doubt.
Find a siren vanquishing spell and text it to Maggie, quickly.
Oh.
Hurry, the show's about to start.
So, what's the plan? Just wait.
Disgusting.
That guy's about to drug that girl.
Not to worry.
Justice now, consequences now.
It is so.
The hex, it worked.
What are you doing to my drink? Um Oops.
I thought it was mine.
Oh, my God! This man was trying to roofie me! - I'm sorry, look.
- You're not going anywhere, bro.
Someone call the cops.
What are you doing, dude? Oh, my Please welcome the Hilltones.
Maggie, what are you doing? Get on stage.
"Your voice I vanquish, your song I destroy," "killer of man, stealer of joy.
Die, siren!" Strumming my pain with his fingers How dare you, you little witch! - Singing my life with his words - I know you're a siren.
Oh, please.
I have more talent in my little finger than any silly siren has in all of her body.
Killing me softly If it wasn't for The Maestro, no one would even know what a siren is.
The Maestro? What, like a conductor? Bingo, cute little witch.
I am the director behind the sirens.
The Maestro behind the music.
I arrange all of their songs, and they repay me by stealing all of my glory.
But after tonight's concert, everyone will know my name.
I'll pull the singers offstage.
You can't kill anyone if there's no song.
It's too late.
It's too late! Hear that? So I came to see him The song has begun.
If you stop it now, they will all die.
Which means All of those souls are already mine.
And now the show must go on.
- Macy.
- What? What happened with the siren vanquishing spell? He's not a siren.
He turned the Hilltones into his sirens.
He's The Maestro behind the music, and apparently and he wants all the demon glory for himself.
With his song - Killing me softly - What are we gonna do? Galvin? No! With his song The siren song's killing him.
- It's killing the audience, too.
- I told you.
I told you, the songs are mine.
The sirens were just meat puppets for my music.
I guess we're immune because we're witches.
He must have done something to protect - the Hilltones so they could sing.
- The tea! The tea we've been pounding all week.
- He said it was for our voices.
- Get some.
Okay, hold on.
Galvin? Galvin, can you hear me? I'm not leaving you.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
Sirens, sirens.
They have to be here somewhere.
Here's the tea.
Okay, it's not a lot, but hopefully it works.
With his words Softly with his song Killing me softly I just had the most terrifying dream.
Wait, where's Miranda? Up on the catwalk.
I couldn't stop him.
We've got to save the audience.
Can we please stop that song? Those sad and dissonant harmonies are killing me.
Yes, that's it.
The song itself isn't killing people.
It's the arrangements and the mournfulness of the singers that's allowing him to do it.
Have you heard of infrasonic weapons? Certain amplitudes and frequencies can cause cavitation in the inner ear.
Like the sonic attack - on our embassy in Cuba.
- Right.
Now, if we're dealing with the demonic version of that, what if we can cancel out the frequency using an inverted phase of the original sound? Just as long as we keep the same amplitude.
- The same amplitude.
- Right.
One of you nerds, please translate.
- A mash-up.
- A mash-up.
You should have just led with that.
I've got this.
Let's take this up a notch.
You must get that pitch pipe.
On it.
But he just kept right on Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words His words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly With his song Telling my whole life With his words Killing me softly - Softly - With his song With his song Maggie mentioned hearing the singer scream when touching the pipe, which got me thinking, the oldest writings on the sirens refer to an unnamed rival who tried to usurp them, until they trapped him in a Peripsych.
E-Even I don't understand that.
It's an object with the power to extract a person's soul, or in this case, a demon's primordial form, and bind it inside L-like a genie's lamp.
- Or a magical pitch pipe? - Exactly.
S-So the missing singer is alive.
One assumes, trapped inside the pipe, likely with the soul of the original Mr.
Miranda, who may have had the misfortune of accidentally releasing a demon.
So if our Maestro is this unnamed rival, how do we vanquish him so he doesn't do this again? First, you'll need the Power of Three to return The Maestro to its primordial form.
I've contacted Mel, who should be arriving there shortly.
I'll text you the words.
Then, you need to trap it in the Peripsych by activating its unique key.
If it were a genie's lamp, you'd rub it three times But the pitch pipe, - it needs to be played.
- The Devil's Tritone.
Thanks, Harry.
Softly with his song.
Ah that was a hot mess, Maggie.
Emphasis on hot.
Come on.
Come on, girl, - take your bow.
- Maggie.
- Hello? Maggie.
- You know what? Let's keep going.
- Yeah.
- Now.
I'm walking on sunshine - Whoa, oh-oh - Maggie? I'm walking on sunshine - Ooh - Whoa, oh-oh - Ooh - I'm walking on sunshine - Ooh - Whoa, oh-oh And don't it feel good Do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do, do, do-do, do, do-do Do-do-do-do, do-do, do, do-do, do-do-do-do-do Do-do, do, do-do-do Do-do-do-do, do-do, do - Macy! - Hey.
We've got to find him.
You are not the first talentless hacks to try to stop me, but you will be the last.
No.
Mel, now would be a really good time to freeze time.
Okay.
We need to use the Power of Three - to release the demon from Mr.
Miranda.
- Okay.
Tonde daimon amauroun, hos tane psychane hairein.
It's not working! Grab onto me.
Tonde daimon amauroun, hos tane psychane hairein! I know why The Power of Three isn't working.
It's because we're not working as sisters.
Sure we are.
No, we're pissed at each other, aren't we? Fine.
I am so pissed at Mom lying that I took it out on you, Macy, - and I'm sorry, okay? - Macy.
Okay.
Okay.
Tonde daimon amauroun, hos tane psychane hairein! Oh.
Okay, fine.
Me, too.
I guess I'm still a little peeved that you both blamed me for not handling the dad news perfectly.
And I am sorry if I said something - that hurt you.
- Okay.
- Maggie? - Oh, I unpacked with Lucy.
I'm cool.
Oh.
Tonde daimon amauroun, hos tane psychane hairein! We need to play The Devil's Tritone to release the souls.
- Mel, restart time.
- Okay.
Do-do-do, do-do, do Galvin! Look alive! Play the Devil's Tritone.
Release the souls.
Now, baby, I'm sure Do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do When you knock on my door Do-do-do-do, do-do, do, do-do, do-do-do - Do-do-do, bah-be, be-do-be I'm walking - On sunshine, whoa-oh - Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah Do-do, do, do-do-do, do-do-do-do, do-do, do Do-do, do, do-do, do-do-do-do-do Oh, no, they didn't.
This is some next level All About Eve crap.
I knew they were all jealous of me, but this is not cool, guys.
Not cool! - Till the day when - Do-do-do, do-do, do - You know on my door - Do-do-do, do-do Yo, did did I just vanquish my first demon? Affirmative.
Where? Where am I? What happened? You're just a little jet lagged.
Your trip to Greece really did a number on you.
Come on.
You're just in time to take a bow.
Niko looked good.
Happy, even.
- She didn't recognize you at all? - No.
It reminded me that sometimes we lie to protect people, and that doesn't mean that we don't love them.
I'm choosing to believe that that's what Mom did.
Hey, so, Macy Those letters.
I think I'm finally ready to read them if you'd still, you know, share them with me.
Yes.
They're up in Mom's room.
Do you want to come? I had you to myself for 18 years.
You guys should do this on your own.
And besides, there's something else that I need to do.
Thank you.
- Yeah.
- Come.
Okay.
I have to tell you.
The woman from the bar I think she's a PI who was hired to track you down.
She thinks you're in a cult? That must be my parents.
Thanks for telling me that.
That's not the whole truth I'm here to tell you, though.
That woman from the bar She's not nobody.
She's my ex.
The PI is your ex? She wasn't a PI when I knew her.
Well, we've all got a past.
I got your message.
Hey, what's wrong? Oh, this past week, I've been Distracted from my work.
Oh, God, did I make a mistake telling you about your son? No.
No.
I've been writing down every last detail I can recall from those memories while they're still fresh.
Anything that might help me one day find him.
Those are natural feelings for a parent to have, hmm? But you know your commitment - It has to be - To the Charmed Ones.
Yes, I know.
I'm Not the man I was before Tartarus.
And the slate's no longer clean, you might say.
The fact is, I'm not sure I can be their Whitelighter anymore.
They should be in safer hands.
But I know how much you love them.
Which is why the only responsible thing to do Is to leave.
Well, if you really do feel that way, then You need to tell them.
Ah.
You've always said they're the closest thing to family you've ever had.
Until now.
What? Oh, my God, did you see this? Only Macy Vaughn's father could pull off the phrase "carnal cohabitation" in a love letter.
Man, he was not the most expressive of men, but he was a good father in his own way.
Oh, my I really wish I could have known him.
He would have had his hands full with you.
Excuse me! The hugging, the crying, the spontaneous dance parties.
No one can resist my spontaneous dance parties.
Yeah, Dexter Vaughn could have.
Oh, yeah, I would have won him over.
You definitely would have.
What is it? "I don't regret what we did, not for a minute, "but every time I look at Macy, I'm reminded "that one day, she will learn the truth.
"And when she finds out what we did to "bring her back from the dead" " I'm afraid she'll never forgive us.
"