Charmed (TV Series)

The Truth About Kat and Dogs (2019)

Poppy Drayton: Abigael Jameson-Caine

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• Harry Greenwood : I don't understand. My subconscious is SafeSpace Seattle?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : It takes on the physicality of wherever I performed the meld. So, welcome... visionary. Somewhere in here, smothered under layers of teapot cozies and mushy peas, is your connection to the Darklighter. If you can access him, his thoughts, well, that might lead us to where...

  Harry Greenwood : Where he took Macy.

  [hearing music] 

  Harry Greenwood : I know that song.

  [investigating, they come upon a little boy celebrating his birthday] 

  Matronly Woman : Happy birthday, James.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : James?

  Harry Greenwood : Yes. That's... me. My human name was James Westwell. Before I became a Whitelighter. And that's... my grandmother. Her name was... Willa.

  Matronly Woman : You've gotten so big.

  Harry Greenwood : Yes. Yes, it was Willa. I'm sure of it.

  Matronly Woman : Now, take a deep breath and make a wish.

  Harry Greenwood : This is a memory.

  [as little James blows out the candles, the vision ends] 

  Harry Greenwood : No, no. No, no, wait.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Don't get lost in the morass, Harry.

• Maggie Vera : No red dots anywhere.

  Harry Greenwood : While you were in Clay City, I went and checked on the last two. One in Jacksonville, the other in Provo. Witches in trouble, yes, but no Macy.

  Maggie Vera : What was that demon even doing with her in a barrel?

  Harry Greenwood : Marinating her, most likely. A small sect of Malignants have gone... well, a tad cannibalistic. Once they get a taste for witches, their appetite is insatiable. Good news is you saved that woman before she became lunch.

  Maggie Vera : Yeah, and the bad news is no Macy anywhere.

  Mel Vera : How is this possible? Could the Darklighter have cloaked her?

  Maggie Vera : Or worse?

  Mel Vera : Don't go there, Mags.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Perhaps it's time you do. "Dead" is the word you're so assiduously avoiding.

  Mel Vera : Macy is not dead.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Are you sure of that? The other Harry has had for, what, 36 hours? That's plenty of time to...

  Maggie Vera : I swear, if you don't stop talking now, we will...

  [drawing her finger across her throat] 

  Maggie Vera : ...you.

• Harry Greenwood : What are you doing?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Remember, my demon magic doesn't work in your precious command center. Now, before we do this, I have some legal liability forms I'll need you to sign. That was a joke. Look, what I am about to do is dead serious. I have a special skill that demons in my family line possess. You will experience joy and pleasure, but you may also experience pain and suffering. And it will feel as real as it did when it actually happened. Are you prepared for some pain and pleasure, Harry?

  Harry Greenwood : Yes. Just do it.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Gladly.

• Harry Greenwood : My father. Cavendish tobacco.

  [inhaling the aroma] 

  Harry Greenwood : Sweet.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : [sarcastic]  Riveting. Moving on.

• Young Woman (Clara) : James? Is that you? Where have you been?

  Harry Greenwood : I don't know.

  Young Woman (Clara) : [slapping him]  You bastard! How could you do this to me? To your son?

  Harry Greenwood : What did I do?

  Young Woman (Clara) : I gave up on you being faithful to me a long time ago. But another family.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Another family. You are a scoundrel, aren't you?

  Young Woman (Clara) : Do you know how many nights Carter falls asleep in my arms, asking where you are and if you're coming back? You're insatiable and greedy.

  Harry Greenwood : Clara, forgive me. Please.

  Young Woman (Clara) : It's too late, James. I'm sorry.

  Harry Greenwood : [as the vision disappears]  Please.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Well, I guess now we know where the "dark" in your Darklighter came from.

• Harry Greenwood : How could I have done those things? Perhaps the memories weren't real. Maybe the Elders planted them.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : We're in a demon mind meld. I'm afraid those memories are real. But they're over.

  Harry Greenwood : Well, you've done this, luring me into the darkness. What was the point of all that?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Well, the point... is to find Macy and end the threat that hunts us all, that assassin. I warned you it would be painful. Look, the dark version of you killed two of my favorite playthings with a flick of his wrist. Now he has Macy, and something in your brain might hold the key to finding him.

  [hearing a woman scream, they go to investigate and come upon a wooden door] 

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Sounds like we're in the right place.

• Harry Greenwood : What the hell?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Not hell. But close.

  Harry Greenwood : Where are we?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : We're in a demon mind meld. Welcome to your subconscious, Harry. Let the games begin.

• Abigael Jameson-Caine : Tantric sex takes less time than whatever it is you're doing.

  Harry Greenwood : This is supposed to help me translate. Every time I pass over the text dealing with Whitelighters, it disappears.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Guess the Elders didn't want Whitelighters to see it and learn the truth about their naughty Darklighter selves. Forget the Book. Perhaps the truth is lying somewhere else entirely.

  Harry Greenwood : Stop playing games. If you know something, speak up. Macy's in danger.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : I don't *know* anything. But I'm guessing if you share the same origin, it's conceivable you share a psychic connection of sorts where you know what he knows... and vice versa.

  Harry Greenwood : Well, even if you were right, how to access that connection?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Start at the beginning, where you and he were created.

  Harry Greenwood : I'm trying. The Elders wiped my memory.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : [laughing in amusement]  Oh, yes. And deleting porn cleans your hard drive. Please. What if I could help you access them? Your memories. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

  Harry Greenwood : How?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : You bust me out of here, and we'll talk.

  Harry Greenwood : Nice try.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Don't you see? We share a common enemy, Harry. He came after me, too. I want him dead as much as you do.

  Harry Greenwood : Stop talking. I'm trying to concentrate.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Well, the clock is ticking. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Hesitate long enough, and it might be too late.

• Abigael Jameson-Caine : First kiss. Scandalous.

  Harry Greenwood : [seeing a black-cloaked figure pass by]  Who's that?

  [following, they see it's disappeared] 

  Harry Greenwood : There was a woman. She was right here.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Seems there are some things lurking out there you don't want to face, Harry. But if we're looking for psychic connections to the Darklighter, you're going to have to go deeper.

  Harry Greenwood : How, exactly?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Time to break down your walls. Considering it's you, it might take a sledgehammer. Come on. Let's go find out what's in the dark recesses of Harry.

• Abigael Jameson-Caine : Hey, Guantanamo guards. You can't keep me in this containment spell forever. Even demons have rights, and I have things I need to do.

  Maggie Vera : What kind of things?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : I'm not sure your imagination could handle them, Perky Peanut.

  Maggie Vera : What did you call me?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Perky Peanut. Pretty Pony. Priming, Prancing Princess. I can see why my loser brother was so taken with you.

  Maggie Vera : Parker is not a loser. He's decent and kind.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Exactly. He walked away from ruling the Primordials. He was too weak.

  Mel Vera : Ignore her, Mags.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Ooh. Angry Spice has spoken.

  Harry Greenwood : Enough. We need to focus. We're running out of time.

• Abigael Jameson-Caine : So the assassin, the killing machine who slaughters witches and demons, who came after me and Macy is...

  Harry Greenwood : My other half. The Darklighter. I'm half a man. And someone or something let the other half out. The Darklighter... has a master.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Perhaps there's fingerprints.

  Harry Greenwood : No, no, wait.

  [the room begins to rumble] 

  Harry Greenwood : Final line of their defense. The jars were never meant to leave this place.

• Harry Greenwood : I've been here before. That's... where I learned to heal. An Elder cut her hand. I can see her face now. She was so calm.

  [seeing dead bodies nearby] 

  Harry Greenwood : Dear god. What happened?

  [another creature growls] 

  Harry Greenwood : Oh. He's still alive.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Don't go near it.

  Harry Greenwood : What do you mean? It's... it's sick. We have to help.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : [conjuring a fireball from a torch]  Harry, don't!

  Harry Greenwood : [as she throws the fireball, the creature vanishes]  Why the hell did you do that?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : It would have killed you. These are Caliban. Hired assassins. Their hands are lethal. Anything they touch dies. You're welcome.

  Harry Greenwood : [looking closer at one of the dead ones]  Well, they must have been placed here by the Elders to defend the castle.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : They have no mouths. That's one way to keep them silent.

  Harry Greenwood : How do you know so much about them?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : When I was 13, I reached out to my father, thinking the great and mighty Alistair Caine would welcome a daughter with open arms. Instead, he sent them to kill me. Turns out Daddy isn't big on bastard witch daughters.

  Harry Greenwood : I'm sorry.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : You're not the only one with memories you'd like to repress.

• Harry Greenwood : I am no closer to Macy than I was before all this started.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Aren't you? If he's your other half, then you share memories, emotions, feelings.

  [something in his mind clicks] 

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : What?

  Harry Greenwood : My mind. One more time. I need you to take me there.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Why?

  Harry Greenwood : I need to find that woman.

• Abigael Jameson-Caine : Castle Breithe.

  Harry Greenwood : Infamous. Heavily guarded. No one enters. No one leaves.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Rumor is it was enchanted.

  Harry Greenwood : Take me back.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : What?

  Harry Greenwood : Take me back, now.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : [returning to the real world]  You're gonna have a headache for a bit. Probably like the worst hangover.

  [following him back to the command center entrance] 

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Wh-What are you doing?

  Harry Greenwood : I'm tired of secrets. I'm going to Scotland. Are you coming?

• Abigael Jameson-Caine : Normally, it's fun to watch someone struggle and suffer, but this is getting old.

  Harry Greenwood : My brain won't let me in. What would you like me to do?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Well, we don't have time for therapy.

  Harry Greenwood : [seeing the cloaked figure again]  She's back. Who is that?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : You tell me.

• Abigael Jameson-Caine : What are these?

  Harry Greenwood : A prison. For every Darklighter they created. The Elders used their acolytes to separate us into two; Whitelighters and Darklighters. I met this woman, Helen McGantry; the first Whitelighter. Their first attempt, which went very badly. They must have decided it was too dangerous to give the dark halves a corporeal form, so they... turned them into smoke.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : They locked them up for eternity.

  Harry Greenwood : This is all that's left.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : The ash.

  Harry Greenwood : Darklighter residue. The Elders died, the Whitelighters died. It makes sense. So did all the Darklighters.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Well, except yours.

  Harry Greenwood : My connection with the Elders was severed. I became a free agent. So did he.

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : [he looks around]  What are you looking for?

  Harry Greenwood : Me.

  [finding his bottle still intact, he begins to pant heavily] 

  Harry Greenwood : That's me. Oh. That's me.

• Abigael Jameson-Caine : What did you see?

  Harry Greenwood : [breathing heavily]  Everything.

• Abigael Jameson-Caine : Harry, this door, it's locked for a reason. The thing the Elders feared most, your connection to your other half, it must be on the other side.

  [Harry again tries to break it down] 

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : It's a mental firewall. You won't get through it with brute force. It's not about fighting, it's about surrendering.

  Harry Greenwood : To what?

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : To the scariest thing of all. The truth.

  [as he feels around the door, he manages to slide a panel open] 

  Abigael Jameson-Caine : Bravo.