Ryan was killed by a witch.
The witch kept absorbing Ryan's energy
until he was dead.
I mean, if the police can't protect their own,
I mean, God help the rest of us.
I need intelligence on Angela Otis.
-Like spying? -What have you found?
The fisherman that called in the report has form.
Murder weapon?
Still looking.
Something weird happened today.
It felt like there were bugs crawling on my skin,
but there weren't any.
Who the hell sent this?
The witch who killed Ryan Henshall.
I'm not gonna let anything happen to our daughter.
[suspenseful music]
[radio chatter]
Sir!
They’ve found something.
[dramatic music]
[birds twittering]
Lachlan: Can't sleep? [sniffs]
Me neither.
Thanks for staying over.
Does she know?
About the notes.
Oh.
No, she's got enough to contend with.
Don’t you think maybe she deserves
to know what she's up against?
She's a tough kid.
With the best will in the world,
you weren’t here.
You didn’t see what she went through.
But I do see the adult she's becoming, and...
and that’s all you.
Thank you.
What?
Maggie.
She’ll be gunning to tell the DCI
what we found out last night.
Well, can you talk to her?
Persuade her to hold off
until you have something more?
She won't like it.
You stayed over?
No, erm, yeah, but on the couch.
So, are you gonna tell me what you discovered yesterday?
[dramatic music]
The witch that killed Ryan,
they were using illicit dark magic
to draw energy from him.
You’ve got nothing to be frightened of.
That’s not strictly true.
Lachlan!
Telling her the truth
is the best protection
you can give her.
Is this about the sigil they copied from my tattoo?
I had a note...
from...
the killer.
What did it say?
That magical attack you had,
they're implying they're behind it.
[dramatic music]
So, they're threatening me?
I won't let anything happen to you.
It's not all on you anymore, Mum.
She's right.
So, whatever’s coming, we face it head-on.
Right?
Together.
[door opens]
The police found a knife.
It's already with forensics,
and if the DNA matches, which it will,
they’ll charge the fisherman with murder.
How long will forensics take?
Pfft, er, a day, at most.
Well, that gives me time.
For what?
Scrying.
It's a way of connecting magically
with another person.
If I could get a glimpse of the killer’s surroundings...
-Sarah... -...I might be able
to uncover their identity.
We don’t have long.
I can begin this morning.
The more we have to show Deveraux, the better.
[birds singing]
Okay, er, I'll dig into the suspect.
See if I can find holes in the case against him.
-Great. -Alright.
[deep sigh]
[crow caws] [mysterious music]
[whoosh]
[paper tearing]
[sizzling]
Revelare mysteria tua.
[ominous music]
[phone ringing]
[worried sigh]
Yes?
I was expecting an update by now.
About what Angela’s up to.
Not a lot to report, I'm afraid.
Unless chronic sciatica’s cause for concern.
[suspenseful music] That’s it?
-That’s it. -You seem to be forgetting
some of the tenets of our deal.
You bring me information on Angela...
...or I have your magic...
...bound.
Izz, will you get this lady, a cappuccino is it?
-Yes, please. -Here we go.
Ah.
I miss this.
Yeah.
Sitting, having coffee with you.
One of life’s real pleasures.
I'm dying to know,
how did your session with Angela go?
She felt on the back foot, I think.
Oh.
Well, perhaps a social setting might be better.
Yeah.
Oh, my book group’s tonight.
You should come.
Are you sure?
Yes.
But will anyone mind
if I haven’t read the book?
Oh, God, don’t be worrying about that,
I've been avoiding it all week.
It's just an excuse to get sloshed.
[laughs]
[gentle piano music]
Ah, well, I'm eager to hear everyone’s reactions
to my proposals.
Mm.
I see.
Well, I only hope my fellow committee members
don’t come to regret their choice.
[phone slams hard]
[sighs] The parliamentary committee’s
publishing our report.
Without your recommendations?
[exasperated sigh] Okay, get me Meredith,
at Politics Today. If they won't recommend
tougher laws on witches, I'll do it myself.
Hello.
Sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
Oh, just our government cruising towards catastrophe.
I was just gonna ask you something about Sarah,
I can come back.
Er, Luka, Bea, would you mind?
[whispers] Sorry.
I was just wondering if she might tag along
to book group tonight?
She’d hate for politics
to get in the way of friendship.
That’s very generous of her.
Look, erm, it’d be nice to help her
integrate more, wouldn’t it?
[sinister music]
Yes.
Yes, tell her to bring a bottle.
Luka: How many thousand more views today?
How many thousand more trolls, you mean?
They're calling me an amateur.
Saying I'm clearly a pawn in Angela’s game.
Well, it's not every fledgling political journalist
who touches a nerve the way you have.
[sighs]
At this point, I wish I hadn’t.
I mean, you can't please everyone.
And where's the fun in that?
Sod the haters.
[dramatic music] Why don’t you let me buy you
a really big drink...
tonight?
Woman: Sorry to keep you on hold...
-Hold on. -Hello? Hello?
Er, yes, this is Angela Otis’s office.
Yes, yeah, this is Luka.
[sizzling]
[glass lid clinks]
[bubbling]
[ominous tones]
[whooshing]
[eerie chanting]
Evil voice: Who’s there?!
[office phone ringing]
-Hi, Maggie. -Hey, hi.
[suspenseful music intensifies]
Interviewer: Tell me, what you heard at the lake?
Fisherman: It was freaky,
never heard anything like it in my life.
I made the call and got out of there
as fast as I could.
Interviewer: Where did you go?
Fisherman: A mate’s house over on the south side.
Straight through the center of town.
[mysterious music]
Interviewer: What time was this?
Fisherman: Around 3:15,
I got to his place around 3:30.
[people protesting, shouting]
[doorbell tinkles]
[phone buzzes]
[knocking on door] [door opens]
Hi.
Thought you might fancy some lunch.
[dramatic music]
Sarah: I feel like I'm being a bad friend.
Pierre: To who?
Navigating the Moot,
and my relationships with everyone is...
tricky.
I can't be present in the way I want to be.
Everyone knows what you’ve been through.
We all just wanna be here for you.
I’m so lucky to have your friendship.
Lachlan: Anyone here?
Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you had...
company. -Uh, join us.
I should be going.
Not on my account, I hope?
Call me when you need me.
Are you sure you won't stay?
[door squeaks]
Yeah.
I think I might’ve killed the mood there, or something.
He wanted to make sure I was okay.
He's a good friend.
You don’t have to explain to me.
[dramatic music]
I know I don’t.
So did, er, anything ever happen with you guys?
What happened to not having to explain anything?
Not my business.
Got it.
[suspenseful music]
[tapping keys]
[suspenseful music intensifies]
Meredith from Politics Today just got back to me.
-And? -You're in.
Yes! [laughs]
Call her back, tell her I want that stuffed shirt from the Moot
as my opponent, Robert Alton.
Politics Today. You'll be brilliant.
Mm, you see the main thing with television is to always
have a trump card up your sleeve,
which is why I'm going to be using it
to announce the Witch Identification Bill.
What...what do you mean, Witch Identification?
Listen, ordinary people are frightened, and rightly so.
And the prospect of a new legislation,
I think it’ll reassure them, yeah?
Luka, come on.
[tense music]
-You can't charge the fisherman. -Oh.
What is it with you and this suspect?
We've identified it's his fishing knife.
This is from the CCTV camera
in the café in the center of Sanctuary.
[phone thumps] Look at the time stamp.
[office phone rings distantly]
3:21 p.m., exactly when we believe Ryan was murdered.
His alibi stands up.
But you...you can't even see the license plate.
And...and there's nothing to suggest
that it's even him driving it.
-But... -Now stop it, Maggie.
Look, I understand that this
feels personal to you, but this is my case!
Not yours.
If Ryan’s DNA
is on that knife, I'm charging the suspect.
-But... -End of story!
You can leave now, Maggie, please!
[people chattering]
[protesters chanting]
I'm mad at myself mostly.
Don't know why I thought people had moved on.
Hiding my magic, it's like having to write left-handed.
Especially keeping it from Lachlan.
You haven’t told him?
No.
Mum says I can't.
She doesn’t trust him,
even though he's clearly mad about her.
Well, does she feel the same way?
You know Mum.
Not exactly readable in that department.
Would love her to think about herself
for a change, though.
Instead of worrying about me.
I think she uses me as an excuse not to go for it.
[soft music] [footsteps approaching]
I really appreciate you making an effort with Angela.
If you can be friends with her, then I don’t see why I can't.
Well...
if it turned out that we were more than just friends,
how would you feel about that?
All I care about...
is that you're happy.
Really?
Really.
Okay.
[sinister music]
Welcome.
Please.
Please come on in.
-Hi. -Hi.
Hi, Harper.
What are you up to these days?
[scoffs] What do you care?
I'm at Cambridge now.
Doing a bit of journalism on the side.
Yeah. Nice interview, by the way.
Way to get people really frothing at the mouth.
My article’s totally unbiased.
[laughs] Your choice of interviewee wasn't.
It was my idea, actually.
I happen to think Bea’s an excellent journalist.
Yeah, I bet you do.
Come on.
[footsteps receding]
Thanks.
Sarah: Wow, did you make all these?
Christ, no.
Caterers.
For book club?
Spot the perfectionist.
Honed by years of being a single parent.
When Magnus died, I had a choice,
collapse into a self-pitying heap,
or just buck up and make something of my life.
I want to be an example to Luka. Not a burden.
But finding space for grief must’ve been hard.
Not really. [melancholic music]
I mean, Magnus was ill for a very long time,
I did most of my grieving while he was still alive.
Cheers. -Cheers.
Cheers.
Do you remember much about your dad?
No.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t remember mine.
I mean, he always had affairs,
I thought, when I got into Cambridge,
he’d show more interest in my life again.
But apparently this time it's true love.
That’s his loss.
I mean, look at you.
[laughs softly]
Me, on the other hand...
ever since I deferred my place in uni,
Mum’s been...
disappointed in me.
She obviously rates you. She gave you a job.
Ah, but this way she gets to keep an eye on me.
If there's one thing she hates it's not having control.
Aren’t you being a bit hard on her? I mean...
I'd love to have a mum like that.
You're easy to talk to, you know.
I like that.
You do?
[dramatic music]
Angela: Yeah, just down the hall.
[sighs heavily]
[suspenseful music]
[murmurs a spell]
[zinging]
[door creaks]
[high tempo music]
[girls chatting, giggling]
[rifling through papers]
Any time you're free. [laughs]
-I love you. -Love you.
-Okay, get home safe. -You too, bye.
See you tomorrow.
[women giggling loudly]
[inhales deeply]
Reveal your secrets.
[murmurs a spell]
[clank]
[high tempo music continues]
‘Luka deserves to know his father.'
‘Magnus.'
[dramatic music]
[breathes erratically]
Not again.
[panicked breathing]
It's not real, it's not real, it's not real.
It's not real.
[phone vibrates]
[high tempo music]
[door opens] [laughter continues]
[papers rustling frantically]
[panicked breathing]
[gasps] Aargh, aargh, aargh.
[gasping, choking]
Sorry, I got a bit lost on my way back from the loo.
Hmm.
-Angela. -Hmm?
We've actually got a lot in common, you and I.
Is that so? [dramatic music]
I know how hard it is to be the only one.
Yes, well...
we do whatever it takes to protect our children.
Like the way I tell Harper,
I'll always be there to protect her.
When it's a lie.
Sometimes lying to our children’s the kindest choice.
Woman: Angela?
Angela: More wine, ladies?
[unsettling cawing]
[keys jangle]
[Harper gasping]
[ominous music]
Harper?
-Harper! -[gasps]
[motorbike rumbles] Can you hear me?
Harper!
Harper, what happened?
Can you breathe?
Just...Harper, talk to me.
-Please! -What happened?
I don’t know what's wrong with her.
Let’s get her indoors.
Hang in there, kiddo, come on.
She can't breathe.
No, she can't breathe. -[gasping]
It looks like a crude asphyxiation spell.
This magic, it's so violent.
Hey.
We've just gotta calm her down and then we can work on
breaking the spell, together.
[suspenseful music]
[inhales deeply]
[gasping]
Pax vobis!
[sighs heavily]
[dramatic music]
I'm scared...
[fire crackling quietly]
to start relying on you.
You think I won't stick around.
Will you?
If I remember, you were the free spirit.
[laughs]
Maybe that was all a front.
Because I was mad about you.
[scuffling, clanking]
[dog barking]
[ominous music]
[high tempo music]
[shouts] Show yourself!
While I was scrying,
it was like the killer knew I was there.
Like they were taunting me.
So, they know you're on to them.
[birds twittering]
Angela’s husband,
the one she claims is dead.
[crow caws]
He's alive.
[suspenseful music]
So, the grieving widow line?
It's all a lie.
For whatever reason, she's kept him out of her story.
This is good.
Well done.
I'll leak it to the press.
Let the tabloids have a field day.
[crow cawing]
Robert.
Don’t go too hard.
Whatever she may have said,
she's been through a lot.
[car door closes]
[door opens]
-Any news on forensics? -There’ll be a press conference
at two o'clock.
We got our man.
[mysterious music]
[sighs]
[suspenseful music]
Deveraux’s got a DNA match and is going public.
He's about to arrest an innocent man.
You'd better stop him from making a horrible mistake.
Come on.
[car door opens]
[car door closes]
[ominous music]
[Maggie sighs]
Okay.
We're just in time.
[door locks click, clank]
[door handle rattles]
[up tempo music]
What the hell are you doing?
I'm so sorry, Maggie, but I can't let you out of the car.
There's too much at stake.
Open the door...now!
Right, good afternoon.
I'm gonna read a short statement,
regarding the murder of DC Ryan Henshall.
He's announcing it!
We've just made an arrest,
following confirmation from forensic...
What am I supposed to tell Gwen?
That I let the wrong man go down for her grandson’s murder?
To protect you. -I know it makes no sense.
Please, you...you just have to trust me.
Do you know how much I've risked trusting you?
I'm so sorry.
Categorically,
there was no witchcraft involved.
That’s all for now. Thank you for your time.
[reporters shouting questions]
[thrashing]
Get out of the car!
Listen, when I was scrying, I saw something.
I think... -[screams] Get out!
[car door opens]
[exhales heavily]
[dramatic music]
Sarah?
Sarah!
[breathing heavily]
I don’t like who I'm becoming.
[soft music]
I feel like...
I can't trust myself.
A lot’s changed, of course you feel disoriented.
But believe me,
you're doing everything right.
[sighs]
Thank you...
for being there.
[whispers] Hey.
[suspenseful music]
[sighs] [door opens]
Thank you.
I can sleep easier knowing that they’ve caught him.
I'm going inside to pack.
[footsteps receding]
[knocking on door]
[tea cup rattles]
You're not buying it, are you?
You think they got the wrong man.
I'm so sorry, Gwen.
I let you down.
No.
You're exhausted.
You need to rest.
Then get right back on that horse.
Ryan deserves it.
[bird singing]
[news jingle]
Going live at five, four, three...
Two public figures,
two very different visions.
Robert Alton, head of the Moot
and its mission to uphold
the safe integration of witches in society,
and Angela Otis,
MP for Sanctuary,
and advocate for rather more stringent legislation.
Do existing laws
adequately protect all citizens?
Robert Alton.
Yes. Peaceful integration
has worked for centuries.
Witches and mundanes are friends,
neighbors and family.
Draconian measures have already crept in,
but they only stoke fear and erode trust.
Host: Angela Otis.
No. Now look, I'm sure the majority of witches
are upstanding citizens.
But what about the minority,
the ones who wish us harm? [suspenseful music]
Now, the country woke up to a stark reality last year,
learning that witches can do terrifying things.
Host: Laws to level the playing field.
Unnecessary, and against the recommendations
of Mrs. Otis’s own committee.
The Moot has the authority to strictly regulate magic,
investigate infractions, and mete out justice.
The system works.
Now...now hang on a minute. Hang on.
What sane government would leave public safety
in the hands of a partisan organization?
Now, that is why I'm proposing a Witch Identification Bill.
[ominous music]
And what does that entail?
It's very simple.
Every witch will be registered with the police.
Their biometrics added to a crime database
and movement restricted without authorization.
Now, law enforcement needs enhanced powers.
And the quicker they can access crucial information,
the safer we will all be.
Can you hear yourself?
But that’s...that's a violation
of basic human liberty.
It's basic common sense.
We need stronger safeguards.
What is she doing? -Robert: What we need is...
Declaring war.
[television debate continues]
There we go.
-Cheers. -Thank you.
Right.
You were fantastic.
Thank you. Thank you, Bea.
Where's my boy?
-You were wonderful. -Ah.
I'll join you shortly.
So...
how was I?
Yeah, you were...
you were very persuasive. -Yeah.
But that...bill...
if you push it through,
it’ll change everything.
Yeah, that’s erm...
that’s rather the point.
Oh.
[suspenseful music]
Poor Sarah.
[whispers] Bridget, come on.
This isn’t personal.
Yeah?
Mm?
Look, if this...
you and me, is gonna go anywhere,
I really need you to understand that,
and I would really...really like it to go somewhere.
[dark orchestral music]
You must be feeling pretty shaken up.
Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?
Hold out your hand.
Hm?
Just do it.
[soft music]
[zinging]
Magic.
You're magical.
I knew it.
-[laughs] -I knew it.
[laughs] I knew it.
Hey.
You’ve been hiding this for,
what, since you were 13?
Why?
‘Cause I learned at an early age
that my powers would make me a target.
Does Sarah know?
-[laughs] Yes. -Yeah, of course.
But we're keeping it under wraps for now.
It must be agony.
Well, if it's any consolation, I think I...
I understand a little how that feels,
having my magic bound.
I think I might be able to unbind you.
It's a serious spell, Harper.
It took three Moot witches
to bind me in the first place, and...
[zinging, tinkling]
[poignant music]
[whooshing]
The tide is turning, isn’t it...against us?
If the three of us joined forces we could turn it back.
Hey.
It's illegal.
And you'd risk angering the Moot
in a way you could never,
ever come back from.
It's a risk I'm willing to take.
Well, I'm not prepared to let you, okay?
Besides, you'd need a... a copy of Starcross.
It's the only grimoire that contains the Unbinding spells.
So, it's a no.
Sorry, kid.
Pierre: Did you watch the debate last night?
-Bridget: Mm-hmm. -Mad, right?
Who does that woman think she is?
Oh, I felt they both gave as good as they got.
What about Sarah?
Our friend.
Speaking of Sarah,
has the besotted swain declared his intentions yet?
[sighs]
I think that door’s closed.
What do you mean?
-Lachlan. -Oh.
And she told me she’d no interest in romance.
Looks like things have changed.
Oh, sweets.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
What do you think of him?
Oh, he's a bit flashy,
I mean, that motorbike.
But it's understandable they’ve a bond.
They’ve history, a child.
And Lachlan’s a witch.
Perhaps that matters to Sarah more than we realized.
Don’t you think it's strange,
him just turning up like this?
20 years too late.
Well, now you come to mention it.
What does he really want?
Well, why don’t you ask him?
Mm.
-Oh, there you go. -Oh.
You're an angel.
Thank you. [paper bag rustles]
Right, I'll see you later. -Bye.
[jaunty music]
What? [exasperated sigh]
[knocker tapping]
Pierre.
What do I owe this pleasure?
Oh, you know, just...
passing through.
Well, come on in.
I need a break from the books.
You, er, you want a tea?
Beer?
Beer’s good.
Beer is...good.
[bottles clink]
[bottle tops clatter]
My man.
Cheers. [beer spills]
I just wanted to say,
well...
sorry, if it looked like I was being possessive over Sarah.
No, no, I...I get it.
No, you guys are close, and er...
well, I'm some guy that just shows up out of the blue.
Why have you?
I’m sorry?
What do you really want from her?
I don’t believe that's any of your business.
She's already been through enough.
She doesn’t deserve to get hurt again.
Who said anything about anyone getting hurt?
I don’t trust...your motives.
Okay. Let’s just, er, cut to the chase here.
Been itching to do it since you met me.
[dramatic music]
Come on, throw a punch. -What?
Might as well get it out of your system.
All that pent up rage can be really bad for...
[hard punch] Ugh!
Jesus, that hurt.
[high tempo music]
[lighter punch] Ugh!
Yeah, well, fair’s fair, right?
-You son of a... -Whoa!
[crashing, struggling] Whoa, whoa!
-Enough of your fucking... -Aaargh!
[coughing, choking]
[men grunt, breathe heavily]
Got it outta your system?
Sarah would hate this.
Mm.
[dramatic music]
I'm just looking out for her.
Get home safe, yeah?
[birds twittering]
[ominous music]
[gulls crying]
[keys jangle]
[keys drop]
Hey! [massive wallop]
[dramatic music]
[hard punch]
[pages turning]
[stones clinking on window]
[soft music]
[intense romantic music]
[sinister music]
[dramatic music]