02x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

Your magic is to be bound.

What if I returned to Sanctuary?

It's Angela Otis's constituency,

you'd be going into
the lion's den.

ANGELA: How is a person

with supernatural powers
at risk?

Surely it's people with
no power who are vulnerable,

Ms Knight.

Hello?

[high tempo music]

Run!
[punch]

-Go!
-What's this?

Ryan called it
an incident board.

Thanks for helping me out.

Can I give you a lift somewhere?

Why is there a sigil here?

Ryan was k*lled by a witch.

Harper, Lachlan's your father.

[frog croaking]

[breathing heavily]

[suspenseful music continues]

[pestle and mortar clanging]

[suspenseful music intensifies]

[dramatic music]

[mystical music]

[clattering]

[pages fluttering]

You take milk?

I don't suppose
you've got any creamer?

What's that?

It's like a milk powder

kind of thing.

Ultra processed and unhealthy.

Sounds amazing.

Where's your mom?

In town.

We're opening a
treatment room, apparently.

Well, that sounds
like a bad idea.

Well, Mum's an optimist.

Even after...

what she went through?

You both went through.

So, you knew about us all along?

Um...

I saw it on the news,
like everyone else.

You recognised Mum?

It'd been 20 years, but yeah.

I never forgot her face.

And then I saw you.

So why didn't you
come to Sanctuary?

I did.

You'd already disappeared.

And the Moot said they had
no idea about your whereabouts.

They were trying to protect us.

Well, maybe,
but I don't trust what they say.

So, I just had no choice
but to just

keep asking around
as I travelled.

You kept looking?

Oh, yeah.

I never stopped.

So, why didn't you tell me
who you really were?

How was I supposed to tell you

without your mom there?

[poignant music]

'I'm sorry, I'm Lachlan,

I think I might be your dad'?

It'd be unforgivable.

[bird squawking]

[traffic humming]

[customers chattering]

Hey.

How are you?

[softly] Thank you.

Yeah, busy.

Um... I'm sorry
I was out of touch.

[coffee machine hissing]

We lived like nomads.

It was kind of a weird time.

It was a weird time here too.

What time are you off?

Can we hang out?

I'm working all day...

[melancholic music]

I've got a break in five.

Who are you?

I was gonna ask you the same.

We're Bridget and Pierre.

Our daughter, Izzy,
is best friends with Harper.

[exhales] Great.

Uh, well, nice to meet you,
Bridget and Pierre.

I... I'm Lachlan.

How do you know Sarah?

Well, uh, that's
a funny old story.

[birds twittering]

Come in.
I'll tell you all about it.

Okay.

Maggie: Concealment,
presumably to hide the magic.

- Sarah: Mm-hmm
- This one looks familiar,

but I'm not sure.

Sarah: Destruction or ruin,

but it's not formed properly.

Strange.

Witchcraft sure has a dark side.

Magic is ancient.

Spells reflect the times
they were created.

Powerful ones like this have
been forbidden for centuries.

I've seen it because
I have Starcross,

which is 400 years old,

but modern witches
don't know it.

This one did.

Everything's pointing to m*rder,

but why would a witch
m*rder Ryan?

It could be accidental.

With two severed arteries?

[scoffs] That was a premeditated
act of violence.

The sigil makes it even clearer.

They're not the whole story.

There will be
an underlying spell

that amplified.
Intention is everything.

Whatever it was,
the DCI's looking

in the wrong direction.

Which buys us time.

[suspenseful music]

The police are crucial, Sarah.

We're trying to find a m*rder*r
who's threatening your daughter.

How's a police investigation
going to uncover a witch?

Bring in a magical
investigator, like I did.

And when it leaks out
a witch committed m*rder?

I won't hide the truth

if it stops us getting justice
for Ryan.

I'm trying to prevent
an expl*si*n of violence

while we solve this.

And to identify this witch,

we need to know the magic
they used, and why.

[sinister music]

I still have Starcross,

thanks to you and Ryan.

I'll try to discover the spell.

Call me as soon as you know.

Maggie...

don't mention our
discovery around Harper.

She came home

with...

an unexpected friend.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Pierre: What are yo
It's not quite straight there.

[group chatting over each other]

-Look, it's already straight.
-Sarah: Hello.

It's...

So, everyone's met.

Oh, yeah.

Such a surprise.

How's the clean-up going?

Nearly ready to open.

Will you need some magical
energy to start working again?

A new coven?

Well, you can count me in
for that.

It's ill*gal to have two
witches working together.

And?

We are gonna go
and let you get some rest.

-Come on, Pierre.
-Where are you staying, Lachlan?

Um...

At the lake cottage.

Bridget: Right.

[birds twittering]
[tense music]

[whispering] 25 minutes
to the lake...

Mr Collins...

He died three weeks before Ryan.

It was a terrible shock.

I can't understand why
the DCI didn't mention it.

He wasn't interested.

Well, I assure you the police
investigate every m*rder.

I named him after Mr Collins

in Pride & Prejudice.

Why was he on Ryan's board?

A walker found him
dead in the woods.

No mark on him.

Ryan heard that other
pets died the same way.

He suspected something
unnatural k*lled them.

-Witchcraft?
-I support witches.

I always have.

But you can find
a bad apple anywhere.

[sinister music]

Maggie?

Oh. I wanted to speak to you,

but have I caught you
at a bad time?

I'll phone you later.

Hey. I'm Lachlan.

Are you Harper's friend?

Uh... guess so.
[Sarah clears her throat]

You are Maggie Knight.

You, uh, you put yourself
on the line for witches,

and that's rare for a mundane.

Nice to have you on our side.

Wow, um, thank you.

Oh, um, Lachlan and I...

met, um, a... a long time ago.

We travelled the world together.

-Mm.
-It was a magical time.

-Oh, okay, so you two were...
-Lovers.

Friends.

[car boot opens]

I'll...

I'll let you go. Um...

see you around.

-Nice to meet you.
-You too.

[car engine starts]
[car door closes]

Why must Americans reveal
intimate details

to complete strangers?

I dunno.

Why are the
English so repressed?

I guess it's cultural.

Okay, well, next time
could you please

let me introduce you
to my world?

You seemed a little tongue-tied.

Thought I'd help you out.

I had it under control.

[car starts]

[uplifting music]

[Lachlan laughing]

Magical.

Figuratively, that is.

It belonged to
my great grandmother.

Gloriana Fenn.

No kidding.

I forgot you loved
those old stories.

Oh, she's not a story.

Gloriana's a legend.

Tell me,

are you still
an armchair anarchist?

'Witches should rule the world.'

Someone's gotta challenge
those mundane myths.

I'm offended by 'armchair'.
[Sarah laughs]

I'm more of
a motorcycle anarchist.

In your dreams, Che Guevara.

That's rich coming from a
happy-clappy integrationist.

-Huh?
-Huh?

[laughs]

Why didn't you tell me, Sarah,

when you realised
you were pregnant?

You were a special part of
my wanderings,

but then it ended.

You went back to America.

I went back to England.

Relationship could've
developed from there.

Not between witches.

One of us would've
had our magic bound.

I'd never ask that of anyone.

Well...

turns out...

you wouldn't have had to.
[dramatic music]

Why are you bound?

This is the price I had to pay

to access the Moot's archives.

I mean, what witch historian
could pass that up?

How long are you bound?

Indefinitely.

I left the Moot,

but the knowledge came with me.

Your work's that
important to you?

Yeah, it is.

It's a passion.

Compulsion, even.

The guy you thought wouldn't
amount to much became...

a pretty serious person.

I didn't think that.

[scoffs]

Well, we were young.

We didn't have a clue.

Didn't imagine you'd go
in the direction you did either.

What do you mean?

Well...

you had some...

ambitions to make some pretty
big changes

in the world, Sarah.

I look at you now and it's like
you've just

settled on this...

quiet, small-town life.

[poignant music]

I better get back.

Sarah.

Sarah.

I admire you following
your dreams, Lachlan.

I admire your courage too.

But you're wrong about me.

I made a difference...

to Harper.

Children need community.

There's different kinds
of courage in this world.

[sinister music]

[door opens]

[door creaks loudly]

[door closes]

[crow cawing]

[troubling music]

Get off! Get off!

What the hell?

[crow cawing]

[sinister music]

[soft music]
Exitium verum revelare.

[soft tinkling]

Where's Lachlan?

Took him to Gloriana's.

I needed some space.

So, he's staying for now?

Mm-hmm.

How is it with Izzy?

Mend bridges?

I hope so.

She's had a really tough year.

She told me about
Bridget and Cheryl's break up.

[tinkling]

Yes.

I told her everything about
Lachlan turning up.

I'm sorry.

This has been a lot.

I just can't decide if
he's honest or full of sh*t.

Maybe I should get to
know him and find out.

Remember, we have to
keep your magic

and Starcross secret.

So, you don't trust him then?

[scoffs]

I don't know him, Harper.

I'm scared to trust anyone.

I know the choice I made
to raise you alone

had a huge impact on your life.

I understand.

No, you don't.

Not how it felt for me.

Something weird happened today.

I felt like there were bugs
crawling on my skin,

but there weren't any.

[mysterious music]

Is it anywhere else?

You should've told me
about this straight away.

Well, how could it be a spell?

We're the only
witches in Sanctuary.

Why'd you draw it like that?

You try tattooing
yourself at 14.

Obviously, those lines
are too long there.

What?

Mum, you're acting so weird.

I saw a destruction sigil
mis-formed like yours,

where Ryan died.

A witch k*lled Ryan?

Why?

I, I'm not sure yet.

I...

I think they saw
your sigil and copied it.

You never shared these
with anyone?

At school maybe?

No, but Mum, people
saw my tattoos the day

Abigail tried to hang us.

Oh, my god.

So, a witch is using my body
as a grimoire?

And now has k*lled someone.

What the f*ck, Mum?

We need to find them.

Not we, Harper.

Me.

[high tempo music]

If I was an ambitious witch,

I'd get the temptation.

You see powerful sigils
on Harper

and... and wanna experiment
with them.

We need a profile of this witch.

My guess is self-trained,

possibly undetermined
by the Moot.

Someone like Harper?

[curious music]

Come on.

I guessed what happened up on
that stage,

at the warehouse.

And then I chose to let it go.

I think you know that.

My point is,
she flew under the radar.

Even yours.

So, there are unknown witches
out there

messing with magic
they don't understand.

I have to get back.

What have you
found in Starcross?

Ah, nothing yet. I've been busy.

Oh, sorry to get in the way of
your reunion with Lachlan,

but how long does it take to
look up a spell?

It's not a recipe book, Maggie.

It's a revered magical text.

It'll reveal itself
when it's ready.

[footsteps receding]

[phone ringing]

[suspenseful music]

Hello?

Tricky homecoming?

It's a difficult time.

I knew Ryan Henshall.

It's a dangerous time.

I need intelligence
on Angela Otis.

What do you mean?

Like, spying?

Call it what you will.

That... that wasn't our deal.

I said you take instruction
from me,

which I'm now giving you.

Angela will seek to
weaponise this m*rder,

so, we need something to
leverage against her,

should push come to shove.

Well, she's hardly going to
confide in me.

Besides, I haven't even met her.

Then I suggest you
reintegrate more.

And Miss Fenn, word of advice.

Don't let family reunions
distract you

from our agreement.

Yes, Miss Otis
is in close contact

with investigators.

I mean, they should be harassing
the DCI.

Miss Otis assures
her constituents

she'll keep them
closely informed.

They keep asking if
witchcraft's involved.

Well, there's no evidence.

Sound confident if you can.

No, no, not too confident.

I mean, don't stoke fear, obviously.

But it would be good for people
to know that I hear them,

and I share their concerns.

What about giving
a soft interview?

But not to mainstream media.

That's interesting.

Suggestions?

Bea writes for
a political website.

Oh, yes.

That's right.
Tell me more about it.

We explore issues being
debated in parliament,

write think pieces.

A younger demographic.

Yeah, I like that.

Bea's writing is good.

I bet it'd get picked up.

[dramatic music]

Done.

Draw up some questions
and let's do that today.

[office phone ringing]

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
don't come in Maggie, I'm busy.

I promised Mrs Henshall I'd look
into the suspicious death

of her cat, Mr Collins.

Her grandson was m*rder*d,

but she wants answers about her
dead cat, Mr Colin?

-Mr Collins.
-Argh!

What exactly is
it that you want?

Reports on the dead animals
in the area,

anything noted in the call logs.

Goodbye, Maggie.

I have a suspect to interview.
[dramatic music]

Where's this fisherman?

Officer: In Room Three, Sir.

[people chattering]

Do you know, it's the best thing
I've ever done.

It's amazing, Bridge.

I love it.

What about Lachlan
showing up out of the blue?

I mean, how do you feel?

No idea.

No, I'm not looking for romance.

No, exactly.

God, who's got time for that?

[sighs]

Hey, could I...

could I maybe join
your book group?

I'd like to meet new people.

Oh.

You do know Angela Otis runs it?

You like her?

Maybe getting to know a witch

would be a good thing for her.

She's got this forceful
personality in public,

but there's more to her,
she's...

she's so sassy,
and she's a lot of fun.

And?

And nothing.

Nothing.

Oh, you know, I'm obsessed
with Bridget's baking.

I'll be the size of a house
if I live here forever.

I hope you will.

Live here forever, I mean,
not, um...

[laughs] Please,
make yourself at home.

Do you mind if I record?
I don't want to misquote you.

Mm, course, course.

Luka, darling...

would you mind?

I'll leave you to it.

Can I start with the hearings?

Mm, ask me anything.

Will the committee recommend
stricter laws

for the witch community?

I'm afraid not.

I was a lone voice
arguing more needs to be done.

You know, the country had
a disturbing wake-up call

last year, learning that
witches could

manipulate people's actions
and feelings

without their knowledge. I mean,
that's... that's terrifying.

How does the public
protect itself?

Stronger laws, Bea,
as simple as that.

So, the public safety bill
passed earlier this year

isn't enough?

Hmm.

A young police officer

has just lost his life
in my constituency.

I mean, if the police can't
protect their own,

then God help the rest of us.

Are you saying
witchcraft could be involved?

Not that I'm aware of,

and I will not interfere
in any investigation.

I'm just asking the question.

Can a brutal m*rder
in Sanctuary,

one year after so many
suspicious deaths,

just be a coincidence?

[suspenseful music]

I'll let the public be
the judge.

-This has been great.
-Aw, come back soon, okay?

Isn't that Lachlan?

God, he's not how I pictured
an academic.

I needed some wheels!

Okay, go, go.

Hop on, I'll give you a ride.

Okay, yes, yes. Why not?

[motorbike revs]

Where are we going?

Going for a spin.

[mysterious music]

[door opens]

Cottage okay for you?

Yeah, it's like a fairytale.

[birds singing]

I'm curious.

Does your research
include spell making?

It's a great window
into the past.

I...

came across an obscure spell
I can't recognise.

Well, what kind of magic?

Pff, I wish I knew.

I can't remember
it from Starcross.

Well, some darker magic would be
hidden within blank pages.

It's called a palimpsest.

Did all Starcross
grimoires contain them?

It's hard to say for sure.

Try a disclosure spell.

See if a page
will work with you.

Um...

I don't have
my Starcross anymore.

Last I saw,
it was at the warehouse.

Day they tried to hang us.

[dramatic music]
Oh.

What a loss.

I'm sorry.

And for everything that
happened to you last year.

I should've been able
to find you sooner.

I do have something for you, though.

Here.

Remember the day you found that?

You kept this?

All this time?

Even anarchists can be softies.

Sometimes.

[motorbike rumbling]

Woo! [laughs]

Hey, Harps, how about
dinner by the lake?

Well, if we're riding
on that thing, then sure.

I'll grab my jacket.

Be careful with Harper.

However hard this is for you,

it's even harder for her.

[footsteps receding]

You don't have to go.

No, I'm good.

He made an effort to find us.

I wanna know him better.

Mum...

Mm-hmm?

If that witch used my sigil,

can they channel my power
to k*ll?

Oh, my love, no.

That's not possible. I promise.

It's just... I don't need a
coven like you do, so...

I wondered how I draw my power,

and if it could be taken away.

[dramatic music]

Well, your magic's unique.

There's more to discover.

But one thing I know,

it belongs to you alone.

Have fun.

Thank you.

Did you read her interview?

Peddling conspiracies
when the evidence

-points to a non-magical k*ller.
-What have you found?

The fisherman who called
in the report has form.

Burglary, as*ault,

antisocial behaviour towards
witches, and the police.

m*rder weapon?

Oh yeah, holy grail.

Still looking.

These cases are slippery.

Your... animal reports.

It's not much to go on, but...

strange, I'll admit.

Thanks.

I appreciate it.

You'd let me know if you
find anything relevant?

We both want the same thing.

[dramatic music]

Sorry this place
isn't more modern.

Are you kidding me?

I'm staying in
Gloriana Fenn's cottage.

What's so exciting about that?

Your ancestor was
a political firebrand.

A hero to some.

Not to my mum.

She got into trouble,
committed suicide,

and left Serafina an orphan.

Yeah, that's a personal
painful legacy,

but trust me,

Gloriana was a visionary witch.

Some people have
a higher calling.

Did you actually write this?

Don't get too carried away.

Books on witches aren't exactly
on the bestseller list.

Can I borrow it?

You can have it.

Thanks.

So, um...

yeah, tell me about
your childhood.

[gentle music]

All of it?

Fair enough. Um...

how about your determination?

Um...

I failed it.

Thanks for zeroing in
on my achievements.

Hey, I promise I didn't mean it
that way.

I just, um...

well, was it a surprise?

Mum was pretty devastated.

Hmm. What about you?

I was sad I disappointed her.

[sinister music]

Disclose the spell.

Reveal yourself, show me.

Disclose the spell.

[sizzling]

Show me.

[high tempo music]
[wind howls]

[whooshing]

[fearful breathing]

[gasping]

[book slams shut]

[heavy breathing]

[wind gusts outside]

Hello.

I'm Robert Alton,

and on behalf of the Moot,

I thank you for joining me
to commemorate

DC Ryan Henshall,

an extraordinary young man

who loved this beautiful town,

and lost his life...

defending it.

The entire community of witches

stands in solidarity
with Sanctuary,

and grieves with you.

[crow cawing]

Thank you.

He who plants a tree,

plants a hope.

[soft rain pattering]

In these divisive times,

let DC Henshall's kindness
and dedication

to peaceful coexistence

be an inspiration to us all.

[applause]

Thank you.

I mean, how did the
Moot pull this off

in my constituency?

Honestly.

Right, let's go.

[suspenseful music]

[people talking reverently]

Sarah: Nice presentation.

I loathe public speaking.

Yeah, me too,
if it's any comfort.

You strike me as being capable
of fronting out any situation.

Why doesn't that
feel a compliment?

The mystery pregnancy from your
wild wanderings

has been solved.

How unique your daughter is,

to hail from famed witch
families on both sides.

My trust is hard to earn
and easily lost.

[sinister music]

Time to meet your new neighbour.

[laughter]

Mr Frey...

you do get around.

Novel, seeing you do
community outreach.

I thought backroom tactician
was more your style.

It's novel seeing
you in Sanctuary.

Are you here for research, or...

in your new role as
a family man?

Hm...

my personal life is
none of your business.

But I do carry this souvenir

of our time together.

We make our choices and...

must live with the consequences.

We need to talk.

I know what Ryan
was digging into.

-It's relevant.
-Let's talk later.

I've got news too.

[people chattering]

What can I get you?

An introduction?

Great idea. Okay, come on.

-Angela?
-Hmm?

I want you to meet my great
friend, Sarah Fenn.

Nice to meet you.

Sarah.

Hello.

Sanctuary's most
famous resident.

How brave of you to return.

I could do without fame.

I just... wanted to come home.

My family's lived
here for centuries.

Uh, when did you arrive?

Oh, um, gosh,
nine glorious months ago.

Yeah.

Hi, I'm Sarah.

I'm Luka.

Her son.

Hi.

[awkward laughter]

Right, well I must get back
to the office.

An MP's work's never done.

I can imagine.

Good of you to
show up, Mrs Otis.

Yes. Anything to
support our community.

Sarah, invite her to
your treatment room

now it's reopened.

A plug from you
would really help.

Excellent idea.

I'd be delighted to give you
a complementary treatment.

Yeah, no, I'm afraid I don't use
herbalists, so...

She worked wonders with my gout.

What about your sciatica?

I have a treatment
that could help.

Well, that's settled.

Thank you for supporting
local business.

Shall we?

Sorry, I... sorry,
I'm just gonna...

-Oh, thank you.
-You too.

Yeah.

How about one sitting down?

No, that should do it, I think.

Yes, thank you.

You are staying for a treatment?

Yes, of course.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Thank you.

I'll see you soon.
[door opens]

Yes.

Oh, the Hippocratic oath.

You abide by that, do you?

Absolutely.

We're licensed just
like other practitioners.

Uh, you're not like other
practitioners, are you?

Still...

it's, um... yes,
it's an attractive room.

Thank you.

Please, have a seat.

Get comfortable.

Yes. Oh.

So...

what are you going to do?

You mentioned nerve pain.

Ah, yes, I had a slipped disc,

um, well, my back's healed up,

but I get sh**ting
pains down my left leg.

Nights are the worst.

Yeah, lack of sleep is t*rture.

Oh, uh...

why don't you lie back
and get comfortable?

[clears throat awkwardly]

I'm going to do an incantation

to summon energy to my hands.

Right.

[deep breathing]

Manus, Potentis, Paro.

[mysterious, eerie music]

Yeah, the nerve's very inflamed.

No wonder you're suffering.

Yeah.

Like I've been electrocuted.

I guess the disc

has trapped the nerve.

I don't think so.

I'm sensing scar tissue.

Does that make sense?

Yes, I had pelvic surgery,

but that... that was ages ago.
I was 23. [sniffs]

It was a nightmare.

I can see that.

They ruptured
my fallopian tubes,

damaged my cervix,

completely botched it.

And I never received an apology.

To lose fertility so young.

It wasn't catastrophic, Sarah.

I have my son.

Right. Good.

Well, so much for
the great insights

of witchcraft, eh?

Sorry, I... I didn't
mean to upset you.

Let me make a tincture for you.

No. I'll manage with
good old painkillers.

And I'm holding you to that.

Yes...

of course.

[door slams]

[high tempo music]

Ryan catalogued a number
of animals

found dead near Bittershore.

How'd they die?

That's the thing.

Autopsies by a local vet found
no injuries, no blood,

no known cause of death.

I think Ryan was right.

Something supernatural
k*lled them.

[tense music]

I found a spell in Starcross
that might explain it,

and Ryan's death.

But I can't prove it
without seeing his body,

so, it's just a theory.

Well I... I can get
into the morgue.

We just need to find
a way to sneak you in.

Oh, there's no way
I can risk that.

Ugh, we're having that
conversation again.

Why is the risk to you always
more serious than to me?

Because I'm being
watched by the Moot.

And if I get caught,

my magic will be bound.

[sinister music]

[heavy door opens]

Could I have
a few moments alone?

I never got to say goodbye.

Of course.

Thanks, Helen.

-I won't be long.
-That's alright.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Sarah: Amoliri Occulatio.

[rushing, tinkling]

[gasps]

Are you alright?

We've got a few
minutes, at best.

[tinkling]

Adiuva me, magicae in revelare.

[dramatic music]

[ghostly breathing]

[music intensifies]

[whoosh]
[thump, crashes]

[Sarah breathes heavily]

What was that?

Ryan's energy was
drained from his body.

That's how he died.

Why? Just for the hell of it?

It's an ill*gal spell
to draw power

without a coven or consent.

Not deadly by itself, but...

the destruction sigil
amplified the magic.

Made it too powerful to control.

The witch kept absorbing Ryan's
energy until he was dead.

What about the severed arteries?

That never made sense to me.

So, it was done afterwards?

To frame it as a mundane m*rder.

And the animals were like
a trial run of the spell?

Probably to gain skill.

You'd get an increase in power,
but it wouldn't last long.

Nothing like draining
a human being.

The enhanced power would
be huge while it lasted.

And then what do they do?

They'd have to k*ll again.

[clattering]

sh*t!

[plastic bag rustles]

-Non videtis me...
-Forget the abracadabra.

I've got to get you
out of here now.

[footsteps running]

Through the window!

[grunts]

Maggie: We need a diversion.

Oh sh*t.

[high tempo music]

[eerie whooshing]

[fire alarm blaring]

What are you doing here?

Rescuing my idiot mother.
Come on.

[people panicking, shouting]

[coughing]
[car alarm blaring]

Lachlan's here.

Yeah, I invited him
for a family dinner.

I admit the timing
could've been better.

[sinister music]

You go inside.

I need a minute.

[sighs heavily]

[ominous music]

[gasps]

Lachlan: You okay?

Hey, you're shaking.

What's happened?

[panicked breathing]

Who the hell sent this?

The witch who
k*lled Ryan Henshall.

I don't know what
they want with Harper.

I don't know how to protect her.

And she's my life.

-Sarah...
-She's my life.

I know.

I'm here now.

I'm here.

And I'm not gonna let anything
happen to our daughter.

[sinister music]