02x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

-Hello, Sarah.
-[gasps]

Deveraux's got a DNA match
and is going public.

I'm so sorry, Maggie,

but I can't let you out of
the car.

-[gasping]
-It looks like a crude

asphyxiation spell.

SARAH: Angela's husband,
he's alive.

I'm proposing a witch
identification bill.

What is she doing?

LACHLAN: Declaring w*r.

I don't trust your motives.

Hey, what...

Urgh.

[radio pattering]

[law enforcement chattering]

Two murders
in the same area, Sir.

Can't be a coincidence.

[waves rippling]

Maggie. It's Deveraux, there's
been another m*rder.

You've got a lot of
explaining to do.

[birds twittering]

[footsteps approaching]

[soft music]

-Hello.
-Hi.

Hey.

What's that from?

I got into a fight with a shelf.

DIY is not exactly my forte.

-No?
-What can I say?

I'm not entirely perfect.

-[kissing]
-[clears throat]

Morning.

-Morning.
-Morning.

[knocking on door]

I'll get it.

Oh, God.

'Sanctuary MP, Angela Otis,

shines on Politics Today,

proposing her new
Witch Identification Bill'.

Sarah: No!

[distraught] No!
-Mum?

[suspenseful music]
What's happened?

[crying]

Pierre's dead.

His body was discovered in
the early hours of this morning.

I'm not at liberty to discuss
any details,

but...

I'm sorry to say...

we believe he was m*rder*d.

[sinister music]

Mr Frey...

I need you to come
to the station with me.

Harper: Oh, no,
Lachlan didn't do it.

No, it's okay, I just need to...

ask him some questions.

And I'd appreciate
your cooperation.

Yeah, of course. Erm...

I'll come now, Detective.
[door opens]

[suspenseful music]

[dramatic music]

[car rumbles, brakes squeak]

[bird caws]
[doves coo]

[doorbell rings]

[footsteps approaching]

Sarah.

You heard?

You must be Harper.

Yeah.

Why don't you come in?

Bridge is in the kitchen.

Hey, darling,
Sarah and Harper are here.

Izzy's upstairs.

I'm going to give you
both some privacy.

Thank you.

[footsteps receding]
Bridge.

[sombre music]
[crying]

My poor baby girl.

[sighs] I'm so sorry.

Who told you?

DCI Deveraux came to the house.

So, Lachlan was at yours,
was he?

I had to tell the police, Sarah.

[sighs]

Tell them what?

That Pierre went to
see him yesterday.

He didn't tell you?

As far as we know, Lachlan
was the last person

to see him alive.

No. Bridge.

There is no way
Lachlan did this.

How can you be so sure?

You said so yourself, Sarah.

He's a stranger.

When did you last see
Pierre Martineau?

Yesterday.

He came by the cottage
where I'm staying.

I realise that doesn't look
good, but it's the truth.

How did you get that bruise?

Putting up a shelf.

I'm an academic, not a handyman.

I'd have thought one of
the advantages

of being a witch is a little
supernatural help

with home improvements,
you know,

Sorcerer's Apprentice,
and all that.

[chuckles] You'd think.

But my magic is bound.

As long as this thing
stays on,

I'm basically a mundane.

Could you talk me through your
movements yesterday?

Sure. I was at the
cottage alone, all morning.

Made some lunch
and then Pierre came over.

Sarah Fenn introduced you both?

That's right.

And...

what's the nature of your
relationship

with Miss Fenn?

We're still in the process
of figuring that out.

[tense music]

[knocking on door]

Erm, ladies, can I
get you anything?

No, thanks.

Right, well, I'm...

I'm just gonna be downstairs,
darling,

if you need me.

You know, erm...

friendship is so important

at times like this.

[sighs]

What is she doing here?

Mostly trying to get her feet
right under the table.

Huh.

[kiss]

So, what did you and
Pierre talk about?

Soccer, Japanese whisky.

Sanctuary.

So, you didn't talk about Sarah?

Of course we did.

We talked about how
concerned we were for her.

Concerned how?

[scoffs] Well, I don't know if
you've noticed

a certain amount of prejudice
towards witches.

What time did Pierre leave?

I'd say about five o'clock.

Shortly after, I went over to
Sarah's house

and that's where I stayed.

All night.

Detective...

I did not k*ll Pierre Martineau.

I could bring you something for
the shock.

No.

Oh, sweetheart.

You look exhausted.

Hmm.

I think I just need to sleep.

Yeah.

[dramatic music]

Of course.

You know where I am.

Yeah.

[whispers] You're doing so well.

Come here.

[kiss]

[door opens]

Mum?

Are you leaving already?

Sorry, it...it all got
a bit much.

Lachlan was with
Pierre yesterday.

Just...

before he was k*lled.

[sighs]

Okay.

That doesn't mean...

Of course, but...

why didn't he tell me?

It has to be Ryan's k*ller,
surely.

But we don't know it
was magical yet.

Have you felt anything
since the last attack?

No, nothing.

[birds twittering]

We'll get through this,
I promise.

I know how much Pierre
meant to you.

And I know you're grieving.

But...

if we told the truth...

Please, don't, I...

I can't bear it.

Why did you lock me in the car?

The k*ller sent more notes,
threatening Harper,

and warning me off
going to the police.

Then...a few days ago,

she was attacked,

an asphyxiation spell.

It was horrific.

I thought I was losing her.

I had to stop you.

I'm so sorry.

Why couldn't you
tell me all this?

Because I was terrified.

And Lachlan and I were handling
it all,

we thought we were,
but I was wrong,

this is way out of my control.

My best friend is dead.

[poignant music]

Next time it could be
my daughter.

Of course, we need to tell
the police everything we know.

Deveraux wanted to see me today.

I'll come with you.

With Lachlan's magic bound,

he'll be in the clear.

Why is he a suspect anyway?

Pierre went to see him
yesterday.

Wow, okay.
[sinister music]

Well, even if magic was used,

I'm not sure Deveraux will
eliminate Lachlan

if he was the last person
to see Pierre alive.

There's no way Lachlan did this.

Lachlan's many things.

But he's not a k*ller.

Deveraux's barking up
the wrong tree.

Check if Frey's got
a criminal record in the US,

and contact the Moot, get
me anything you can on him.

Yes, Sir.

[office chatter, phone rings]

[mutters] Oh, here we go.

Come through, please.

A rogue witch m*rder*d Ryan,

using a spell

to gain power

by draining his energy.

And you believe this because...?

I performed a magical autopsy
on his body.

You did what? Are...
are you f*cking kidding me?

Maggie knew nothing about it,
I...

I snuck in to the morgue.

The k*ller's been sending Sarah
threatening notes,

and used witchcraft to attack
Harper.

I was scared for
my daughter's life.

They told me not to
tell the police.

Why come forward now?

You need to check if magic
was used in Pierre's death.

If it was, then it rules
Lachlan out.

He's bound.

So, that's your incentive
for telling me?

No.

The incentive is getting justice

and preventing any more murders.

You withheld additional
vital information.

I should be arresting you both
for obstruction of justice.

In fact, I might just do that.

Is there anything else
I should know?

The k*ller can conceal
their magical identity,

but that takes a lot of power.

We need to find this witch
before they strike again.

No sh*t! Well, here's a fact
for both of you.

If I had this information
sooner,

Pierre Martineau
might still be alive!

[dramatic music]

[blinds clatter]

[high tempo music]

[beep]

[blinds clatter]

Come on, off you go.

-I'm free to go?
-For now.

You're required to stay
in Sanctuary

while the investigation
is pending.

Thank you.

[footsteps receding]

[door closes]

[clears throat]

[phone beeps]
[ringing]

-Woman: Hello?
-Yeah, hello.

This is DCI Deveraux
from Sanctuary.

Hi, DCI Deveraux.

I need...

a magical investigator.

Thanks, both of you.

I doubt I'd be going anywhere if
you hadn't have come in.

Don't thank me.

It was all Sarah.

[background office chatter]

[door opens]
[suspenseful music]

but believed to be
blunt force trauma to the head.

Pierre Martineau's death...

comes less than two weeks

after the horrific m*rder
of local police officer,

DC Ryan Henshall.
-What is this world coming to?

They've arrested someone.

Looks like the poor fisherman
was just a scapegoat.

-Who?
-A witch, obviously.

Lachlan Frey, Sarah Fenn's
lover, Harper Fenn's father.

Surprise, surprise.

Why do they think it's him?

Well, I assume because
all the evidence

points that way, darling.

Okay, so we need to get on
the phones and lobby MPs,

stay on point with
the key tenets of my Bill,

once I have numbers,
I'm gonna push for a vote.

Er, Tracy, can you organise
a community meeting asap?

People are waking up
to frightening news.

Absolutely.

[tense music]

[papers rustling]

[sinister music]

[door closes]

[scoffs]

Why did you lie to me?

Pierre came to see you.

Yeah.

I didn't lie to you.

I just didn't tell you.

-Oh, s...
-There's a difference.

Stop it. Lachlan.

Ask me anything.

What did you both talk about?

You.

He cared about you,
an awful lot.

Look me in the eyes
and tell me it wasn't you.

I did not k*ll
your best friend, Sarah.

[poignant music]

Jesus.

I'm so frightened.

I know.

I do have a plan.

If you'll let me take you
and Harper to a place I know,

we could stay as long as we
needed, and you'd be safe.

I'm not running away again.

You wouldn't be running away.

We would be starting again.

The three of us.

As a family.

I can't.

I have a deal with the Moot.

Oh.

What kind of deal?

I stay and gather information
on the anti-witch campaign,

or they bind my magic.

[Lachlan laughs]

So, Robert Alton is
blackmailing you.

No.

No, not...not exactly. We...

We believe in the same thing,

and I...I want to stay here.

This is my home
and I want to show Harper

that integration's possible.

She deserves for us
to try, surely.

I'm trying to protect
her future.

So am I!

And you live in fantasy land

if you think integration
is the future.

It's about survival, Sarah.

What do you think is
gonna happen now?

Deveraux is gonna get
a magical investigator

and they will confirm that Ryan
was k*lled by magic,

more than likely Pierre too.

And then, the sh*t will well
and truly hit the fan.

Where are you going now?

My treatment rooms.

I need some space.

I think we both do.

[bells tinkle]
[sighs deeply]

[door closes]

[birds twittering]

[sinister music]

Hmm.

[whispering to herself]

[keys jangle]

[door closes]

Hello?

Hey.

You're back.

Are you okay?
-Oh, I'm fine.

So, what's happening?

Is that it now?
Are you still a suspect?

They asked me a bunch
of questions,

I...answered truthfully,
and they let me go.

How's Mum?

We had words.

Why?

Well, your mum is hooked on
this idea of integration,

and as much as I respect
her idealism,

I just think it's a pipe dream.

Yeah, especially if Angela Otis
and her cronies get their way.

As far as I'm concerned,
we should be focusing on

protecting ourselves,

not pandering to
bigoted mundanes.

Exactly.

I'm really...

really starting to regret
my decision to be bound.

[tinkling music]

[exhales deeply]

[suspenseful music]

[door opens]

Sorry to barge in
while you're having a nap.

But I wondered
if we could have a word.

[sniffs]

It's just mint.

Hmm.

Can I ask
why you're here, Angela?

I want us to be on the same page
about something, Sarah.

Which is...?

Well, I have reason to believe

someone broke into my office.

[suspenseful music]

Then you should report it.

Yeah. It's tricky,

because I think they were
a guest in my house

at the time.

So, I'm not sure
that counts as a crime.

Was anything stolen?

Ah, I mean, nothing obvious.

But they were clearly
looking for something.

Information on my proposed bill,
perhaps.

[sinister music]

How would I know?

You know, I'm more than happy

to air any concerns
face to face.

I'm holding a community
meeting, at the Town Hall.

You should come.
-I'm busy.

It's about the m*rder
of Pierre Martineau.

It's Friday.

FYI.

Oh...

I almost forgot.

I found this...

in my office.
[clink]

[sinister music intensifies]

Yours, I believe.

[door opens]

[footsteps receding]
[door slams]

[crow caws]

[tense music]

[knocking on door]

[sighs]

[doorknob rattles]

[window scrapes]

Oh sh...

[banging]

[floorboards creak]

[high tempo music]

[drawers opening, closing]
[papers rustling]

[high tempo music intensifies]

What are you involved in,
Lachlan?

Bittershore Lake?

[camera clicking]

Redhaven.

What the hell?

[camera clicking]

[motorbike revving]

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

[papers rustling hurriedly]

[footsteps running]

[door closes]

[door opens]

[sinister music]

[door closes]

[panicked breathing]

[sighs]

[phone buzzes]

[dark music]

[phone buzzes repeatedly]

Hey.

Yeah, yeah.

Listen...

I'm not gonna be able
to make it to our meeting.

Some sh*t's gone down
at Sanctuary.

Yeah, I gotta lay low
for a while.

Alright, just tell the others

I'll make contact as soon
as I can.

[door opens]

Okay, bye.

[motorbike rumbles]

[sighs]

[background football commentary]

[sighs heavily]

I hope you'll forgive
my intrusion.

Robert Alton.

I'm sorry, we didn't meet
at DC Henshall's ceremony.

Likewise, DCI Deveraux.

I understand your office
contacted us about...

Lachlan Frey.

Anything you could tell me
would be appreciated.

He studied with the Moot.
Is that right?

The council gave him
rare access to our archives.

Mr Frey's a gifted historian,

and...passionately committed
to his research.

Too much, in fact.
-What do you mean?

Mr Frey said that you bound
his magic beforehand.

Yes. And prevented him

from accessing
highly sensitive files.

So, he found a way around that.

Tried to turn key people within.

He can be very persuasive, DCI.

Was he ever aggressive, violent?

[suspenseful music]

I'm afraid they're all
the details

I'm at liberty to reveal.

But do know,

if a case were to be brought
against Lachlan Frey,

the Moot would not defend him.

We can't appear overly
involved in these matters.

It's a delicate time.

Robert, it's Sarah.

Angela knows I broke
into her office.

And she's holding a meeting
at the Town Hall on Friday.

It sounded like a warning.

Call me when you get this.

[tense music]

[birds singing]

[sinister music]

Mum?

Mum!

Is this true?

Say something!

Darling...

this is a disgusting move

to try to bring me down.

So, it's not true then?

Mum, is my dad alive?

-I was going to tell you.
-When?

I just did what I thought
was best.

How was it best to tell me
he's dead,

just because he was
unfaithful with a witch?

I didn't know she was a witch
until much later.

Now, your father betrayed
and abandoned us

and I never wanted you to feel
like you weren't good enough,

that's why I kept it from you.

And your father may
as well be dead

for all the interest he's shown.

I can't bear...

that you found out like this.

Please.

Look at me.

Oh, I love you more than
anything.

Oh, please forgive me.

Oh.

No more lies.

No more being bullied by those
animals, enough is enough.

No, we have nothing to be
ashamed of, my darling.

craftwas used to m*rder Pierre.

I need to brief Angela Otis,

this is a public safety matter.

Are you sure that's
the right thing?

Don't you dare tell me
how to do my job.

Have you got any idea
the position that you've...

you've put me in?

I arrested an innocent man,

gave a press conference
saying that

witchcraft categorically
wasn't involved.

Now we've gotta hold another one

and admit that the k*ller is,
in fact, a witch

and that I've got Jack sh*t in
terms of leads.

You've got no idea
how much I regret my actions.

You're right.

I've got no idea.

Give me one reason why
I don't arrest you

for all of them?

Because I can help.

I did some digging on
Lachlan Frey.

What did you find?

I think he's more than he seems.

I overheard him on the phone.

A guarded conversation.

Something's going on.

I need concrete evidence.
You know that.

Then let me try and get it.

We're on the same side here.

Yeah.

So you keep telling me.

[dramatic music]

[waves lapping]

[gulls crying]

By the earth, and wind,

and fire and rain,

you return, Pierre,

home to the elements
from which you came,

and forever loved...

by those who remain.

[tinkling]

[whooshing]

[sinister whooshing]

Sinister voice: Stay away!

Show your face!

[breathing heavily]

[sinister music]

[whispers] Robert.

I saw that.

Who's warning you?

I came to honour Pierre,
and it just happened.

It was the k*ller.

I've been making contact
with them

and must've left the door open.

What are you doing here?

Answering your message.

I asked you not to go too hard
on Angela Otis.

This isn't the time
for a moral crusade.

We have to use everything
in our armoury.

Her husband left her
for a witch.

Is that true?

I'm not in the business
of making up stories.

How's Lachlan?

Freed from jail?

Are you watching him, Robert?

[suspenseful music]

He's innocent.

Of m*rder.

I've no doubt.

Likes to keep his hands clean.

Do you really think
you can trust him, Sarah?

In light of this tragic event
involving Mr Martineau,

I'd appreciate your help

in trying to manage
any hysteria.

There's a witch
serial k*ller at large.

If that's not grounds
for hysteria,

I'm not sure what is.

It's our job to reassure
the community

that a thorough investigation
is underway.

Hm. It's just, given that you
arrested the wrong man,

and ignored my suggestion

to bring in a magic investigator
until now,

'thorough investigation'
just feels...

well, no,

disingenuous.

I've decided to hold
a community meeting, tomorrow.

A public appearance is
inadvisable, Mrs Otis.

I'd strongly suggest
you keep a low profile for now.

Well, well, you know, it's not
in my nature to be cowed.

Good day, Mr Devereaux.

If magic is confirmed,

it puts your mum right in
the spotlight.

She's the only known
witch in Sanctuary.

How could anyone think that
Mum k*lled Pierre?

There's no motive there.
Doesn't make any sense.

It doesn't have to make sense,
it's about persecution.

Did the Salem trials make sense?

Look, we just have to prepare
for the backlash as best we can.

[sinister music]

Think this might be
the right time.

Wait here a sec.

Right time for what, Harper?

[sighs]

[choral music]

I feel like you should see this.

If we're gonna defend ourselves
against the mundanes,

we can use it.

Can I?

The last Starcross.

You still have it.

[dramatic music]

[laughs]

What are you doing here?

You need to be home, Bridge.

Let me take you both now.

No, it's important
I show my face.

Important to Angela, maybe.

She cares about me, Sarah.

And she wants justice.

Sarah.

Is it wise of you to come?

I need to know what she says.

It's definitely not wise
for them to come.

[door squeaks]

[chatter gets louder]

[applause, cheering]

Hello everyone.

And thank you for coming.

Now, I'd like to start
by acknowledging the bravery

of my friend, Bridget,
and her daughter, Izzy,

in being here today.

And publicly offer my heartfelt
condolences

over the shocking death
of Pierre Martineau.

A beloved friend,

doting dad,

and valued part of the very
fabric of life,

here, in Sanctuary.

[applause]

Now, his death marks yet another
senseless k*lling

of an innocent member of
our community.

And as I'm sure
you're all aware,

both Pierre and DC Henshall

were m*rder*d by a witch.

Woman: Bring back hanging!

[applause, sounds of approval]

Man: Well said.

Angela: Er, no. No.

No.

Stop.

We're not here to
incite more violence.

We must place our trust
in the hands of the police

to get justice for the victims.

[sighs] She's good.

Now, what we need today

is peaceful action.

Now, my proposed bill
will ensure local police

know the identity of every witch
in their vicinity.

When they arrive,
their biometric data,

and when they leave.

If they have nothing to hide,

what's the problem, hmm?
[applause]

So, stopping freedom of
movement.

She can't do that.

I should also add,

I have no desire

to talk about my personal life,

but my good name has been
dragged through mud

by a so-called community
member.

All because I wanted
to protect my son.

[dramatic music]

But I refuse to let idle gossip

detract from the real issue.

We have a serial k*ller
on the loose,

a witch intent on inflicting
harm on our community

by using dark magic

to drain the energy out of
their victims

until they die!

Audience: Here, here.

Now, what sort of a world

are we living in?

[loud applause]
Man: Well said!

Get her out now.

-Come on, let's go.
-No.

They buy it, don't they?
And I don't even blame them,

she's making it sound
so reasonable.

She's just a mundane politician,

it's bullshit, come on,
let's go.

Now, without your support,

we can't achieve anything.

So, I ask you...

[suspenseful music]

who's with me?

[cheering, applause]

[sinister music]

[rattling, vibrating]

[smashing]
[audience gasps]

[audience begins to panic]

[violent rattling]

Look out!

[Angela gasps]

[gasping]
[thud]

Okay, come on, let's go.

Man: Medic, er...

Can we get a medic, please?

And here it is, before our eyes,

the true face of witchcraft.

Right here!

Go home and lock the door,

this has gone too far. Come on.

[high tempo music]
[audience members shouting]

-Where's Harper?
-She's by the front door.

We need to get out of here.

What the hell was that?

I'm not sure.
The building started shaking.

Everyone's okay, but we
should clear the place out.

Now, enough.

Who are you protecting?

What?

I didn't know this was
going to happen, Leon.

Well, you see, the thing is
that I don't trust you.

I am ordering you to leave
Sanctuary immediately

or I will report your
infractions

to the Commissioner.
You got it?!

Just leave.

[dramatic music]

Harper?

Can we go and talk, please?

Privately.

It's okay, Mum.

Dad knows about my magic.

I didn't mean to do any harm.

She could've been k*lled.

This is my exact point
when I talk about control.

Begging you to learn your craft!

Okay, let's simmer down.

What Harper did back there
was pretty amazing,

you should be proud.

Don't tell me how to feel

about my daughter, Lachlan.

I am proud of her.

I'm also doing everything
I can

to keep her safe.

Or you're letting
Angela Otis win.

Harper has no idea
how powerful she is.

Why should we suppress that?

'We' aren't doing anything.

I brought her up, alone.

And if I'd known
she'd existed...

Yeah, I...

I can't deal with this
right now.

Mum. Where are you going?

No idea.

Well, they're probably out there
with pitchforks.

Then perhaps you should've
thought about that.

[door slams]

What you did...

was magnificent.

[dramatic music]

[laughs softly]

But your mum's right,

you need to learn to separate

your emotions from your power.

I can.

Wanna prove it?

[dramatic music intensifies]
[motorbike rumbles]

[suspenseful music]

Ready?

Whatever happens,

you have to complete the spell.

Eum exeat et potestatem eius.

[sinister music]
[grunts]

Keep going.

Is magus liberus est.

[groans]

Argh!

Et utatur potestate sua.

Eum dimittam, eum
dimittam, eum dimittam.

Potestate amoris.

Keep going! It's working!

Ugh!

Tene stabilis in dolore tuo.

Eum dimittam, eum
dimittam, eum dimittam.

Potestate amoris.

Agh!

Tene stabilis in dolore tuo,
[clanking]

c*m ego te a ligatione dimitto!

Cometo teris.
A ligatione dimitto!

[bracelet snaps]
[Lachlan collapses]

[breathing heavily]

[soft music]

[night bird calls]

[sizzling]

Dad?

[gasping]

Dad?