(grunting) Charmed...
Jimmy, what if I told you that we may have
a way that changes how you see yourself,
and in turn, how the world sees you?
You all right, sir?
I'm a good man.
Jimmy's a good man.
I need to get a message to someone.
Who?
I'll be trading this for the list of witch descendants
I need to make amends with.
JORDAN: I don't know. Something Abby wants.
GUARDIAN: It always ends the same.
The destruction of the sisterhood.
One of you will die.
(gasps)
GUARDIAN: If a human touches the black amber in this chamber,
it will poison the magical world.
(coughing)
Which means
every witch is in danger, including us.
(elevator bell dings)
Abby?
Got what you asked for.
ABIGAEL: In here.
(coughing)
You all right?
Peachy, Jordy.
Now where is it?
(panting)
Right here.
What's this?
Hey, I'm just the messenger.
Oh.
You sure you're...?
(coughing)
(wheezes)
(sighs)
The leaves from the tree-- they're dying.
It's because of Viv.
The Guardian said if human hands touched the amber,
it would be catastrophic.
GUARDIAN: And so it has come to pass.
Her poisonous touch has desecrated our sacred tree,
corrupted its magical powers.
What's happening to you?
She's sick.
We need Harry to heal her.
GUARDIAN: I'm afraid
this is beyond the power of a Whitelighter.
There must be something we can do to help you.
My fate is tied to that of the tree.
As is every magical being in this world.
When the last leaf falls,
we're done for.
But we're not sick.
(echoing): Yet.
I'm afraid not even the Charmed Ones can survive the death
of all magic.
So, we're doomed then? This is it?
To restore life
to the magical world requires the greatest power.
And the greatest sacrifice.
MEL: "The greatest power."
What does that mean?
(echoing): Ask your sister.
Macy...
what is she talking about?
The Source.
♪ ♪
Did she say how much time we have? Weeks? Months?
Just until the last leaf falls from the tree.
Well, if this is any indication, it's only a matter of days
before all magic is gone.
Unless we can infuse the power from the Source into the tree.
Reigniting the Source.
That's beyond anything you've ever attempted.
Yeah, that's far too dangerous.
MACY: We don't have a choice, Harry.
We need to find the pieces of that necklace
and put it back together. Now.
MAGGIE: Slight problem.
When we split up the Source,
we hid each of our pieces somewhere in the world.
And I wiped your memories so we could never find them.
They're lost... forever.
MEL: Maybe not.
There might be someone who can help.
Melanie, involving her...
She helped you dig out your lost memories.
She can help us.
After all the lies and deceit,
are you sure that's a good idea?
No. But I am positive that if we wait around here
debating this any longer, we're all gonna die.
You want me to perform a demon mind-meld in this condition?
You did it for Harry-- recovered his memories
of the Castle Breithe, how he became a Whitelighter.
Yes, when I wasn't heaving up an ash pile.
The demon mind-meld takes a huge amount of energy, of life force.
Frankly, I'm not really feeling the helping-hand vibes.
(exhales loudly)
If you don't help us, the magical world will die.
All of us.
Including you.
(coughing)
Do you really think we should trust her
with the locations of the greatest power on Earth?
I mean, we could try a lost memory balm?
Not doing that again.
This is our best hope at figuring out
where we hid the pieces of that necklace.
MAGGIE: Well, even if we do get the Source back,
that's only half of it.
What about the "greatest sacrifice"?
One thing at a time.
Okay, let's do this.
Before I change my mind.
(exhales loudly)
(whooshing)
(high-pitched whirring)
(murmuring)
(high-pitched whirring)
MEL: 2070...
(echoing): 70.
(Abigael pants)
MAGGIE: Well, what did you see?
2070 Evergreen.
That has to be an address, right?
But where? Seattle? Singapore?
At least it's more specific than sandals.
What does that even mean? I hate the beach.
I don't wear open-toed shoes. Why would I hide
the Source there?
What about you, Mags?
Yeah, what did you see?
Kappa.
Your sorority in Hilltowne?
Apparently, I thought it was a good idea at the time.
(Abigael coughing)
Well, we need to figure out what these clues mean, fast.
Time is running out. For all of us.
We have no idea what havoc this is wreaking
for magical creatures around the globe.
♪ Ooh-ee! ♪
Just a few more carnations to fill out the ears,
and one purple Monte Casino for the collar.
♪ This is who I am, this is what I do ♪
Here we are.
♪ This is who I am, I'm the living proof... ♪
Beautiful.
(gasps)
♪ This is who I am ♪
♪ Coming with the truth... ♪
Nice knowing you, Harry.
♪ It's all math, I make sure this pass... ♪
(grunting)
(gasps)
(footsteps approaching)
James! What's the holdup with the Fiesta Fifi?
Pickup times are inviolable here, you know that.
♪ I'm out of the Matrix ♪
♪ This is what I do ♪
The name's Jimmy.
♪ This is who I am ♪
♪ Coming with the truth. ♪
So, you tracked down Abigael's sister?
In exchange for a name in that book of hers
so I can be rid of this curse, finally.
If I even believe her.
And... what was her sister like?
She never came outside.
I got there and there was a package waiting on the doorstep,
along with an envelope.
Weird.
(sighs)
Jordan, you don't have to come with me.
Look, I could say this is just
about me trying to help another witch,
break my curse, but that would be a lie.
I care about you, Maggie,
and your sisters. I don't want
anything to happen to you.
Okay.
Well, then prepare for a trip unlike any other.
To where?
Memory lane.
Damn it!
There are thousands of Evergreen Streets,
and that doesn't count for the Roads,
Avenues, Courts and Places.
And none of them mean anything to me.
What was I thinking?
Oh, how should I know?
I'm not wired like you, goody-two boots.
Why don't you ask Maggie, the empath?
What?
You just called her "Maggie."
Not some dumb nickname like
"Pretty Petunia" or "Shorty Spice."
I'm not feeling particularly creative, Mel. I'm dying.
No.
You're not. We'll fix this.
Well, forgive my lack of faith,
but you've misplaced the Source like a set of car keys.
We didn't misplace anything.
We hid it somewhere safe, and Harry wiped our memories.
And as a result of your brilliant, disastrous plan
to protect the world from the Source,
we're all gonna be six feet under in a matter of days,
if not hours.
Six feet under.
Yes, it's a synonym for "dead."
Oh, my God.
This is it.
Evergreen isn't a street.
It's a cemetery?
MEL: Where my mother was laid to rest.
I must have hid it there.
Your own mother's grave?
That's the best you could do?
Do you use your pet's name as your password, as well?
Look, all I'm saying is that you're smarter than that.
You're right.
I am.
It doesn't explain 2-0-7-0.
20-70.
(exhales) Maybe it's a...
a combination.
A code.
Or a year?
Could you have hidden it
in the future? You were a time witch.
I was.
But not anymore.
Okay. So even if we're right about the time and place,
we have no way to get there.
No.
But I think I know someone who can help.
♪ Stop ♪
♪ Freeze, where you at? ♪
♪ Where the piece? ♪
♪ Got these... ♪
(laughter)
(Maggie sighs)
(quietly): Bee costumes.
Such a cute idea.
I bet they're serving vodka stingers.
First Saturday of each month, all the sororities gather
at Delta House for Midnight Masquerade.
It's... amazeballs.
Did you just say "amazeballs"?
I just meant we have at least an hour or two
until the bees fly back to their hive.
Okay, so what exactly is the plan
if we run into a straggler or two?
Maggie Vera's supposed to be...
dead, if memory serves.
Well, no one's gonna recognize me.
Or you.
Costume party.
Perfect cover for a dead girl.
(inhales) Prepare to be glamoured.
(sighs) Long as I don't have to climb in a body bag
and die again.
That was nasty.
(inhales)
What happened?
Nothing.
Magic is dying faster than we thought.
We need a real-world solution.
(laughing)
Mmm!
Ahoy, me hearties.
How much money you got?
(clattering)
MACY: Damn it.
(grunts softly)
Well, that's every shelf, rack and drawer.
No sandals.
Anywhere else we can or should look?
(stammers, sighs)
Maggie's room?
She likes to borrow, doesn't she?
My shoes would look like flippers on her.
I've left no stone unturned. (sighs)
Unless...
Harry, get up.
(exhales)
(creaking)
No wonder I hid these.
If only these shoes could talk,
tell us where they've been.
Oh, but they can.
Ash.
Volcanic ash.
Looks like lichen.
What the hell is this?
Kerguelen cabbage.
Cabbage. Well, that's specific.
MACY: "This Brassicaceae is only found
"at the 50th parallel on remote locations
such as the Desolation Islands."
The Desolation Islands on the Indian Ocean.
Near the Antarctic. One of the most isolated places
in the world.
It's the antipode to Hilltowne.
The diametrical opposite on the globe.
Or as close as I could get, without being in the ocean.
HARRY: You banished the Source to literally and mathematically
the furthest place on Earth from Hilltowne.
Only you.
(grunts)
Magic. It's slipping away.
We have no time to lose.
Arcana revela.
CELESTE: Pretty nifty, huh?
We built that during Prohibition to smuggle booze in.
I figured I'd take it for a spin one last time.
(chuckles)
Um, Celeste, when I said I needed your help,
I didn't mean cocktails.
(coughing)
I'm afraid I'm...
in no shape to travel right now.
Celeste, I must have used my time-witch abilities
to send the piece of the Source to the future.
And now you need to get it back.
From the future.
Evergreen Cemetery in 2070, to be exact.
Yes. But I don't remember how I traveled through time.
Perhaps I can offer an assist.
With a few adjustments
and the right spell,
this can get you there and back.
But the future is alluring.
If you don't say the return spell within 15 minutes,
there's no coming back.
I advise that you take a timekeeper with you.
The more emotionless and unfeeling
the better.
(sighs) Better than sitting here dying.
(groans softly)
(sighs) Celeste, that watch slows down your aging.
If you alter the watch...
Then I'll age and die.
Like everybody else.
Time is a wild animal.
I've kept it as a pet for far too long.
Traditio praecipua.
(ticking)
Hold hands.
And close your eyes.
Time is a river that flows both ways.
Carry this witch to later days,
where she will retrieve the power she needs
at Evergreen Cemetery,
2070 AD.
(ticking stops)
(birds chirping)
(exhales)
Holographic flowers.
Pretty futuristic.
So is that.
In 2020, the tallest building in Hilltowne
was the university bell tower.
50 years later, the world is still here.
We didn't destroy ourselves after all.
Okay, no time to stop and smell the holograms.
We have 13 minutes and 48 seconds
to find the Source and save the day.
♪ ♪
♪ Hey, I'm at the club, thinking 'bout the money moves ♪
♪ Gotta get it on my own... ♪
Wow. How often do you get a perfect fit
when you buy right off the rack?
Yeah, my guy was only, like, five-ten.
If these pants were any shorter, they'd be... shorts.
All right, this is it.
There's a secret compartment here somewhere.
On pledge night, they tell you if you ever need
a safe place for anything...
So you think you hid the Source in this bookcase?
I don't know. But it's as good a place to start as any.
So, these were your BFFLs.
Eh, for a minute.
It seems like forever ago. (exhales)
And they've probably forgotten
all about me by now.
Huh.
I don't think so.
Oh, wow.
See?
You left a legacy.
"Kappas do the Maggie."
Aw, they named a dance after you.
(chuckles)
It's a... a drinking game.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Hopefully this time I leave a real legacy behind.
Maggie, you're not gonna...
Got it! I found the secret compartment.
Gummy bears?
Oh.
Those kinds of gummy bears.
It's not here.
(Heidi screams)
Oh, my God.
Maggie?
Is that you?
Uh, uh...
Uh, no,
this is...
Charlotte.
Hey. (chuckles)
No.
That's Magster Vera.
But you're dead.
Well, unless you're back from the dead.
(gasps) Wait till I tell everyone
Maggie Vera's back from the dead.
Oh, my God.
Maggie Vera's ghost is here!
(cheering in distance)
before anyone else sees this ghost.
Mm-hmm.
This potion should help retrace the steps.
Olim in Via.
The Old Road.
MACY: Reveal the path you once made.
Bare your soles before time fades.
After you.
(sighs)
Hi, Mom.
Mel.
All right.
Um...
Arcana revela.
Got it.
ABIGAEL: Mel, look.
"Melanie Vera,
"loving daughter and sister,
"died February 14, 20...
21."
That's...
Today.
I'm supposed to die...
today.
So you think the great sacrifice to save the tree is...
Destruction of the sisterhood.
I have to die
for the rest of the magical world to live.
(sighs)
Someone's coming.
TEENAGER: Grammy, what are we doing here?
Honoring a hero.
Ruby?
TEENAGER: So you come here every year?
On the day of her death.
We must never forget the witches
who sacrificed so the rest of us could live.
Okay, baby girl.
Let's get going.
She made it.
ABIGAEL: I've seen her before. Ruby.
Who is she?
A friend.
Two minutes.
We should go.
Mel, if you go back, you'll die... today.
You could stay here, live out the rest of your days.
I'd rather it be me than one of them.
You'd sacrifice your life for your sisters?
They're lucky to have you.
I'm lucky to have them.
Yes, you are.
All right, Martyr Mel, let's get on with it.
Hands of time turn around.
Help us back and homeward bound.
Oh!
(panting) Oh, God.
Man, it took us three floors
and a broom closet just to ditch Heidi.
That girl has the tracking sense of an Irish setter.
And the tolerance of a Chihuahua.
Based on her bloodshot eyes,
I'd say she's four skinny margs deep.
So she should pass out pretty soon.
Yeah, along with everyone else.
That's basically how all these parties end.
Ah. So we wait it out
an hour or so, then head back inside, do a full search.
I don't know that we have an hour.
Magic is disappearing fast.
My sisters and I were supposed
to go to the corners of the Earth
to hide the Source, and... I came here.
To my sorority house?
I don't know. It just doesn't make any sense.
Maybe you liked the familiarity this place provides.
My legacy is a one-armed keg stand.
Come on, Maggie.
You were a freshman in college.
It was just dumb fun.
Super dumb.
So, you've grown.
It's not about hating on who you were.
It's about being proud of who you are.
You know, I can't picture you as a dumbass.
Trust me. I have the photos to prove it.
Maggie, what you said before,
about leaving a legacy.
You're not gonna d...
if you, uh, like stargazing.
Actually, the moon's an impediment to stargazing.
It's better when it's dark.
But you can still see
the constellations with the naked eye.
Didn't know you were an astronomy buff.
Yeah.
My dad and I used to look at the stars when I was little.
He said as long as we could see the same ones,
we were never really that far apart.
I get lost somewhere between the Big Dipper and Orion's Belt.
Oh. Well, that's easy to spot.
You see those three stars?
Mm-hmm.
That's the belt, and those two are the arms.
Was that your favorite?
Actually, you can't see my favorite from here.
The Jewel Box.
Jewel Box? I never heard of it.
I've only seen it in pictures.
It's only visible from the southern hemisphere,
but it's bright and colorful,
sparkly, like a beautiful necklace.
Hence the name.
Nickname, actually.
For the Kappa Crucis Cluster.
Sister stars.
Oh, my God.
Kappa Crucis.
It all makes sense now. Sister stars.
Jordan, we're at the wrong Kappa.
(waves crashing)
HARRY: You think...
you hid it out there?
MACY: There's a small sea cave at the tip of that rock.
We'll have to wait for the tide to go out.
Look at this.
(laughs)
Perissodonta mirabilis.
Translates from Latin and Greek to "very amazing."
And it is.
It's not like you to stop and admire the seashells
while on a mission.
It's a beautiful night, Harry.
I just want to enjoy every minute here with you.
For as long as we have left.
Macy, you're not gonna die.
"The greatest sacrifice."
What else could that be?
The destruction of the sisterhood
is inevitable.
there's a life force here between us.
I refuse to...
You don't have a choice, Harry.
One of us has to die.
I am the eldest.
The universe can't be this cruel.
I wanted to take you to Paris.
I had these plans.
We finally found each other.
Well, maybe we will find each other again,
somewhere.
Please, please,
let me go instead of you.
Harry, it doesn't work that way.
Why not?!
I'm supposed to protect you, so you can fulfill your destiny.
You have.
No.
I was isolated and lonely, just like these islands.
And then I found you, Harry.
And I will find you again,
somehow, somewhere.
If these are truly our final hours together...
...I want us to savor them.
Yeah.
(kisses)
Dance with me.
Please?
MEL: Thank you, Celeste. I know what you had
to sacrifice to help me get this.
What is witchcraft, if not a life of sacrifice?
(coughing)
So tell me,
what did you see in the future?
That everything is gonna be okay.
When I was eight, I was obsessed
with the Jewel Box constellation.
Since I couldn't see it outside, I...
pasted the stars of the Kappa Crucis
on the bottom of this jewelry box
my dad gave me.
A secret compartment?
Doesn't have one.
At least, it didn't used to.
Arcana revela.
It's pretty damn clever.
Yeah.
Jordan, thank you for everything.
Hey.
Your friendship has meant more to me
than you will ever know.
Maggie...
(grunts)
MACY/MEL/MAGGIE: Infinite power
of light and dark.
Heed our call
and make your mark.
Risen and bound by the Power of Three.
Return magic to earth, sky and sea.
Join and fuse.
Create the Source.
With your help, we will use its force.
(gasps)
Now there's only one way to transfer the power
back into the tree.
Yes.
The destruction of the sisterhood.
There has to be another way.
The tree's almost gone. We're running out of time.
MACY: We knew this was coming, Harry.
The Guardian's prophecy.
Her warning about the greatest sacrifice.
It was always going
to be one of us.
I was so afraid of...
of dying or losing you both,
but I'm not afraid anymore.
I'm ready.
I'm the eldest. It should be me.
It has to be me.
It's not either of you.
It's me.
Says who?
My own gravestone.
I'm supposed to die today,
and I'm prepared to make that sacrifice.
No. No, I saw Jordan's
future once, and I changed it.
There's no reason that it has to be...
What needs to be done.
MAGGIE: Mel?
MACY: Candelas incende.
Guardian, I have the Source,
and I give it freely.
(gasping)
(whooshing, crackling)
(whimpering)
Maggie, no!
(screams)
(gasping)
Please, no! Let me go!
No! The sisterhood can't be destroyed.
Our destiny is our own!
Whatever it is, we face it together!
(rattling)
♪ ♪
(door slams)
Hello, Harry.
You miss me?
You.
I woke up in the strangest of places.
Thankfully, I orbed myself out
before I couldn't orb at all.
But the door...
It's concealed.
Oh, no, no, no. Not anymore.
Wake up, Harry.
Magic is dead.
And whatever bond there was
between us is severed.
Meaning...
I can kill you.
And you can kill me.
Nothing personal.
But the world
only needs one of us.
(grunting)
Maybe you're ready to die,
but I'm just starting to live.
(grunting)
Mel, no. Don't let go, no matter what!
(grunts)
(blade squishes)
Macy, Maggie, I can't. I-I can't.
I-I love you... both.
(Mel cries out)
(whooshing)
Mel. Mel!
(explosion)
(breathing unsteadily)
Nice knowing you, Harry.
(door opens)
Macy?
(exhales sharply)
(Maggie coughing)
Where's Mel?
♪ ♪
We did it.
Our destiny was our own.
The greatest sacrifice was our willingness
to give our lives for each other.
(zapping)
What the hell just happened?
They did it.
"Dear Sister, enclosed is the item you requested.
"Mother and I want nothing to do with it...
"...or you.
Please do not attempt to contact us again."
(grunts)
♪ ♪
Reunited at last.
(whooshing)
(low growl)
Now there's no stopping me.
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