Jenkins! Jenkins! I need a door!
Yes, I realize I'm in the woods!
That's precisely why I need a door!
Whoa, aah!
Hey, fellas, I'm not the problem.
Uh, this is the problem. This oni bell.
See, when you ring it, the place becomes crawling
with d...
Never mind that.
You're gonna feel a lot better when I'm gone.
Jenkins, I'm coming!
Ha ha ha! Neat trick.
That thing's gettin' better and better.
Speaking of better, me.
This is the last of the objects of power
that we have to keep out of Prospero's hands.
Well done, sir.
Which means I am done.
Fin. Samapta.
Discharged all my duties, reclaimed all of the artifacts,
and now officially have nothing... to... do.
Where is everybody?
Hello?
Not saying that I'm in this job for the praise,
but last of the Library's artifacts?
- Jenkins? - Sir.
- Where are the others? - Other what, sir?
The other Librarians and Eve.
- Eve? - My Guardian?
Sir, you don't have a Guardian.
And you're the only Librarian in the world.
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So... you don't remember anything?
Eve Baird. Amazing eyes.
Woman I've been avoiding...
...For a very long time for very good reason.
Sorry, sir, never heard of her.
Cassandra Cillian?
Possibly better than me at theoretical physics,
- although we never tell her that. - No, sir.
Well, that rules out neuro-magical trauma.
Put your hand on this book. Take a deep breath in.
And out.
And in. Jacob Stone.
He wrote that cute, little article that you liked
about O'Keefe so much.
Ezekiel Jones, the conclave incident?
That sounds like a sentence, sir,
but there's no information in it.
No Dixon Amnesia.
I was so sure.
Well, looks like I may need a teeny, weeny brain sample.
Uh, Mr. Carsen...
- That's new. - Yeah.
Whoa.
Um, Mr. Carsen, d...
- Uh... - Aah!
Uhh!
Shh, shh. Shh, shh.
- Use your words. - Use your words.
A Salish totem pole
stolen from Cicely island in Puget Sound.
Maybe that's where the others went,
to investigate this missing item in the Puget Sound.
Yes, sir, I doubt that,
considering they probably don't really exist.
Ahh! Just what they want you to think, but why?
It's a mystery.
Jenkins... Fire up the Back Door.
Yes, sir.
No obvious ground disturbance.
- Okay, pal, step out of my crime scene. - Eve! I...
- How do you know my name? - Uh...
Okay, just to confirm before I jump
into full investigatory mode,
this isn't some kind of elaborate cold shoulder
because you're mad at me?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I need to see some I.D.
Investigatory mode it is.
So you are Sheriff Baird, and we've never met.
Cicely's got a population of about 2,000.
If I don't know you, you're not from here.
If you make me ask again, it's gonna involve handcuffs.
Who are you?
I'm Flynn Carsen, the Librarian.
Librarian? From the State Office of Tourism.
Are you here about the totem pole?
Yes. Yes, that... sounds plausible.
Well, why didn't you say so? Come on!
- Morning, Sam. - Hi, Sheriff.
- Eva. - Morning, Sheriff.
The totem pole's
a real important tourist attraction to us.
I sure am glad your office cared enough
to send you all the way out here.
Let me ask you, how is it that you ended up
in this very pretty but very out-of-the-way town?
I spent my entire life in the military,
moving around from base to base,
but I always wanted to settle down
in a little town where everybody knows your name.
- Morning, Savannah. - Morning, Sheriff.
Uh-huh. And...
The totem pole... you see, I'm something of an expert
on Native American art.
Oh-ho-ho! Don't you worry.
The world's foremost expert is already on our team.
Team?
Uh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. No.
Sorry I'm late, Sheriff. I was, uh...
I was teaching class.
Mr. Carsen, this is Professor Jacob Stone
- from the University of Cicely. - Hi.
- He teaches... - Go.
- I know this. - Come on.
- Art history, art history... - Art history.
- Literature, architecture, archaeology, mythology... - Yeah.
comparative religion, and...
- Not mad at you. I'm not mad at you. - Okay, I'm gonna get it.
- I'm not mad at you. - I'm gonna get it.
Okay, I'm sorry. There's a university
on the island of Cicely, a town with 2,000 people?
Yeah, University of Cicely.
The University of Cicely.
Very prestigious.
- Wow. And you teach there? - I do.
- In 11 departments at once. - Yeah.
I don't... well, when I'm not saving the World Heritage Sites
from tomb raiders, but, you know... shall we?
- Oh, Egyptology! - I didn't... I-I knew.
You said that! I knew it.
- I had to give you a little time. - I know.
It's called tidal locking.
You see, as the moon orbits the Earth,
it moves at the exact same speed,
and that is why the same side of the moon
is always facing the Earth. Got it?
Hard to remember.
Autumn? Annie? Mind if I borrow Commander for a sec?
Oh, and, Autumn, make sure you tell Nate
I won't forget to bring the cruiser
down to the school picnic for the kids to play on.
Thanks, Sheriff.
Commander Cassandra Cillian, this is Flynn Carsen.
Commander Cillian is our local physicist,
astronaut... and TV star!
"Cassandra Cillian: Science Explorer."
- The kids love her. - Don't get me wrong,
my 18 flights with NASA were amazing.
After leading
the Grimaldi crater rescue mission,
I just felt there was more I could do back here on Earth.
- Grimaldi crater? - Mm.
That's on the moon.
Yeppers. Picked up this little souvenir on my third trip.
- That was a horse. - Pony.
- I also have ponies. - Mm-hmm.
You're an astronaut, a physicist,
you teach science to children, and you have...
ponies.
Yep.
And you're all here together in a bar...
which has an unusual amount of books.
Yeah, well, it's kind of our, uh, H.Q.
- Yeah. - We own it together.
Oh, well, us and Agent Jones.
Jones? Agent Jo... Agent Jones?
Special Agent Jones, FBI
I head up the Cicely Field Office.
I'm a rule-breaking maverick, but I get results.
My local liaison is the by-the-book Sheriff Baird
and together, we fight crime.
Have you all lost...
Have you all lost your minds, or... or... or... or have I?
- Sorry I'm late, everyone. - Moriarty!
Moriarty! Okay, now this all makes sense!
Hello, Sheriff.
Wh-wh-wh...
I'm wrong?
Does not make any sense.
That makes no sense. That's the opposite of sense.
That's nonsense.
Kissing. You're kissing him.
- With your lips, you're gonna kiss him. - Why do you care who I kiss?
What did you do? What did you do to her?
Something magical?
I asked him out on a couple of dates.
I wouldn't call it magical, but I like a man with brains.
Oh. Uh, excuse me, sir.
I don't believe we've had the pleasure.
- I'm Mayor James Moriarty. - I know who you are, Professor...
Oh, is it "mayor" now? It's Mayor Kissing.
Mayor Moriarty.
And nobody has a problem with this?
- Nope. - None of this?
Stone, it is impossible for you to prep, grade, teach
courses in 11 different departments
and still have time to sleep,
let alone protect World Heritage Sites.
We make time for what's important.
Cassandra...
You couldn't have gone to the moon.
Nobody been to the moon since 1972.
Another moon hoax conspiracy nut.
I bet you don't even like ponies.
I adore ponies.
And... this guy? Special Agent?
He's, like, 15 years old!
And Australian!
How could he be in the FBI?
Agent Jones may be a rule-breaking maverick,
but he's done excellent work with the Cicely Field Office.
There are 2,000 people on this island!
How could there be... an FBI Field Office?
Oh, it's a hot spot for smuggling art into Canada
through the Yukon Trail.
What? No.
No, no. No. What?
Yeah, that's why we all work together.
- Solving art crime. - Hence all the books.
- You'd be surprised how much they help. - It's true.
Let me...
Let me get this straight.
You're all here working together,
recovering artifacts from a building full of books,
and yet you have absolutely no idea who I am.
- I don't know. - No.
- Nope. - I don't know who you are.
- Sorry, mate. - Sorry.
I need a bathroom.
Jenkins? I need a door right now.
That's the ladies room.
You're saying a Guardian I've never heard of,
three impossible Librarians, and Moriarty
are all suffering under a massive spell
to erase their memories of you?
That's it. That's it, exactly that.
It's like they're themselves, but they're not themselves.
They're all leading these alternate lives...
ridiculous lives. I mean, ridiculous.
Even Moriarty, and I can't shake them out of it.
This sounds like self-reinforcing delusion,
which if you are correct, I may be suffering under myself.
The more you try to break it, the stronger it gets,
in which case, you're gonna have to play along.
The Clipping Book sent us to find this totem.
This has to be the center of it.
Either it's the focus of a ritual,
or maybe it was the seal
that kept an ancient curse from getting out. Either way...
Either way, finding this may go a long way into solving it.
Well, that's what they're all trying to do.
I mean, despite everything, they're still coming together.
They're acting like themselves,
except for Eve dating Moriarty,
which I don't understand at all.
Mr. Carsen, so...
Right. Play along. That's...
That's good. That's a good idea.
Hey! Sorry about that!
I'm feeling much better.
Obviously, your lives make perfect sense.
Let's find that missing totem pole.
- So what do we know? - It's not an important relic.
- It's a mid-20th century replica. - It's not worth anything,
so no one would steal it for money.
But it is an important tourism asset.
That totem pole is 16 feet tall.
If the thieves took it off the island,
somebody at the docks would have seen something.
Ah, very good. You and I will go to the docks.
Oh, I think Eve and I will go to the docks.
You can go along with Special Agent Jones.
We'll check in with my informants.
- I've got ears on the streets. - Stay out of trouble, Jones.
I don't need another mess in my town.
Don't worry, Sheriff. I'll keep the new guy in line.
Who's the... oh, I'm the new guy?
That's right. I'm the new guy.
I'm the new guy.
So, Eve, this friend of yours from the mainland...
odd fellow.
Do I... know him from somewhere?
Who? Carsen? He's not a friend.
He's just...
Some... crazy Librarian.
Hmm. Well, whatever he thinks,
I'm glad you asked me to kiss you... with lips.
But, frankly, I wouldn't have thought that was your type.
You've seen the world.
I've lived my entire life here in Cicely.
It's true, James. I have seen the world,
and I have to say you are one of the most grounded,
genuine real people I've ever known.
Also, the accent's a big turn-on.
If you're waiting for the ferry, Sheriff,
it's got a bad case of rudder flop.
Been down three days.
What are you saying, Bob,
nobody's been on or off the island in three days?
- Not a soul. - What about private boats?
Nope, any boats coming in or out, I'd know about it.
Huh. Thank you, Bob.
Say hi to Suzanne.
Yeah.
So if the ferry's down,
then the totem must still be on the island.
If the ferry's down, we have a bigger question.
How did that Librarian get on the island?
Freeze!
Stop! FBI!
Stop! Office of Tourism!
Oh!
Aah!
You so did not have to do that slide.
You didn't even have to get up on top of that.
You do know that actual FBI work
is patient, detailed record-keeping
and long, boring stakeouts.
You're watching too many cop shows, mate.
No, I would say that this is...
Come on. Let's go!
The Cossini brothers!
Ran down my sources.
No leads on the missing totem pole.
- He didn't. He didn't run down any... - And I broke up
the Cossini brothers counterfeit ring.
Oh, yeah, that was entirely normal.
Stone noticed something strange
about the location of the totem pole.
Well, I noticed it was off-center.
It's not put in the best possible light.
Then I started thinking,
even though the totem pole's modern,
could've incorporated some older archaeo-astronomical traditions.
We're trying to confirm it now, but we think,
at the solstice, the rising sun and the totem pole line up
to form a perfect line pointing right here,
and since the sun sets behind us,
it points right back to the pole.
That's it.
There's a connection between you and the totem pole.
Must be part of the magic that's affecting you.
What? What'd he say? Did he say "magic"?
That's ridiculous.
Well, I mean, "magic" is just a word we use
to describe things we don't understand, right?
So... maybe it's not magic per Se, but... magic-like?
We do have a whole department of weird files at the Agency.
With all the myths and monsters out there, I mean,
it would be ethnographically impossible
to think that all those stories were made up.
- I mean, guess up, magic... - Mr. Carsen, we need to talk.
Yeah.
Is there a problem, Sheriff?
How exactly did you get here to Cicely island, Mr. Carsen?
Uh... by boat?
Try again, Mr. Carsen. Dock's been down for three days.
James is at town hall confirming your credentials.
I suggest you tell me the truth before he gets back.
The truth, Eve, is that you and I are colleagues.
Moriarty is an evil genius sent here by a wizard
who's got you all under a powerful spell,
and I'm here to rescue you.
Yep, cuff time! Grab him, Jones.
Sheriff, how can I be the...
Aah! I just... aah!
You fit the profile, mate. You're an unconvincing liar,
and you're the only outsider on the island.
Actually, he's not. There's another one.
She just got here the day before yesterday.
She's a nice lady, but I've never seen her before.
Oh?
Yes?
Wow. You're all looking at me.
Is this the part where I say something?
It is?
Well...
Hello.
I'm Ariel. I'm a fairy.
You're Ariel?
I am me, and you're you. You're Flynn Carsen,
you're part of that place... the Library!
Yes, this makes perfect sense. Of course.
Because if Moriarty's here,
that's why you would be here, too,
- so Prospero's behind the spell on the island... - Oh, shh!
- No, no, no. No. - He'll hear ya.
If he hears you, then he'll see you.
If he sees you, he'll see me,
and he'll remember where I'm not supposed to be, which is here!
They're all still looking at us.
I know.
You... probably have some questions.
Uh... no, not really.
Think we've pretty much solved the big mystery.
You think so? I do, too. I just needed the last piece
of the puzzle, and now it makes perfect sense.
Obviously, Prospero's behind all this.
Otherwise, why Moriarty? He didn't know
that you and I were dating...
and you're not talking about that.
You're talking about the totem pole.
I am, in fact, talking about the totem pole.
You think that we took it, that we're working together.
I do, in fact, think both those things.
So... Handcuffs, jail cell, interrogation,
that kind of thing?
Pretty much. Might even break out the hot lights.
Jones, cuff mystery girl.
Oh, no. No, no. No, no. No, no.
Those are steel. Steel is iron.
Iron and Fae don't mix.
That's what I am... Fae. So, really, I have to go.
- Uh... I have a door. - A door.
- Like a step door? - Ready?
Go.
Out! I want back out!
Jenkins, quick! The doors! Don't let her get away!
Out! Out! Aah! Out, out, out!
Ariel! You... you can't hide inside that false world forever.
You want to bind me, like Prospero did!
I'm gonna break that spell, my friend.
And if you help me, I'll help you escape Prospero's grasp!
Ha ha!
Aah! You've gotta let me out!
Oh! Let me go! You have to let me go!
Not until you tell me what Prospero intends to do
with my friends.
Do you know what I am?
I could destroy you with a blink.
Not from where you're standing. That's Blumhardt Loop.
Discovered by Johann Blumhardt in 1843 to trap demons.
Turns out it'll trap
just about anything supernatural.
I have never seen anything move that quickly.
Except that night... correction... the night
I heard Santa come home early from Oktoberfest.
Technically, she's just bending space around here.
Otherwise, she's no faster than your or me.
- Elfin stuff. - Hmm.
And...
- Done. - Oh!
Sorry.
I'll help you.
Whew.
It's not a spell. Well, it is,
but it... it's also a story.
Story spells are the wizard's favorite.
Story spells? She's talking about narrative magic.
Messy stuff, sir. Requires massive power.
Intense focus. I mean, the only ones who even
- dare deal with it are... - Fictionals.
No more focused than a Fictional.
If there's one thing they know how to do,
is tell a good story.
How do you think that Prospero g... the... the wizard.
How do you think the wizard caught me in the first place?
Oh, I'm not Fictional.
No, no, he wove me into his story.
Fictional wizard, fictional magic, story logic.
I'm starting to see why the others
are having a hard time embracing their true realities.
I mean, Jones as an FBI Agent?
We have to get them out of there.
- Why? - Excuse me? Why?
Because it's a jail, whether they realize it or not.
No, no, it's... it's mercy. Something is coming.
When the wizard's work is done,
- the world will be... - Uh... He...
Uh, he's... he's given them each their own new story
- with their very own happy ending. - But it's not real.
It will be.
Its strength comes from their secret desires.
The longer it works, the more they want it.
The more they want it, the stronger it gets.
If we don't break the spell in the next 24 hours,
it will be forever.
Librarians are being used like... like batteries.
They're the power source.
Well, sir, if the Librarians are the juice...
Then all we need to do is sever the connection,
- cut the power. - Good luck.
No, no, no. To break the spell,
you have to get them to reject their Happily-Ever-Afters,
and no mortal has ever been able to do that.
Well, we don't have to. That's what these'll do for them.
Jenkins, I'll need four more Blumhardt Loops.
- Oh. - Ariel, we're going back.
No, no, we are not going back.
- He'll see me. He'll catch me again. - Ariel.
I have to save them.
I need you to do it. Help me.
And I promise you, I'll find a way to help you.
One male character, one female character.
He's about this tall.
- Wearing a flowery vest. She's... - Eve, over there!
Quick, the fugitives!
- Stop! - Go, go, go, go, go!
Please, let's just all stay calm.
Now I know everyone is upset
about these strangers in our midst,
but I assure you, Sheriff Baird is...
Ah! Well, here she is now.
- What's going on? - Well, I thought to gather
some people to aid your search for our fugitives.
We lost them. They could be
anywhere in town or out of town.
No. They can't leave the island. We're sure of that.
They got onto the island, James.
Indeed, they did. Curious.
But not, I think, quite the same as leaving.
I'm sure they're still here.
Something's wrong with all of this.
One stranger is weird enough, but two?
And the totem's huge. How did they take it?
I think...
I think they have a helicopter.
Oh!
Why is he even here?!
Ohh. There will be little place
in the world for a man like James
when the wizard's work is done.
Uh... Quiet, please, everyone.
After conferring with the lovely Sheriff,
we have determined that the strangers
are still on the island.
Yes, yes, I know.
I know. They've come here.
They've stolen our beloved totem.
They've ruined our perfect, happy life,
and yet we don't know who they are
or why they want to hurt us, but I promise you this.
The Sheriff and I have come up with a scheme,
a plan to catch them. Sheriff?
We need all hands on deck.
Professor Stone, Agent Jones, Commander Cillian, and I
will be group leaders, and together
we will find these... strangers
and put 'em in jail where they belong!
Yeah!
Absolutely.
James begged to be sent here with your friends.
But he's with her. She's with him.
Why are they with each other?
The spell weaves their stories together
according to their wants.
Obviously she's with him. She must want her story...
Well said. Come on. Let's go, people!
This is not a story, Ariel. These are not characters.
These are real people with real lives,
and we've gotta get her... I mean, them... her and them,
the other Librarians... out of here.
Follow me!
Then you must find a way to make them choose
their real lives over the story.
I have to figure out a way to isolate them,
get 'em off this island.
Oh, can you move that...
your stepping gate... anywhere you want it?
Stepping gate?
Oh. You mean the Back Door.
- Tim! - Yes, Sheriff?
I want you to check out Mrs. Myers' chicken coop.
It's a great place to lay low, but careful with that arm.
It's not what it used to be.
Sierra, I want you to go with Bo, not Mike.
I don't want you two making out in the woods.
Okay, Sheriff.
They're not very organized, are they, darling?
I'll tell you what. I'll sort them out.
Agent Jones? Sheriff Baird. Any progress?
Just getting started here, Sheriff.
I wish you'd look into bringing in a bureau search.
Then we could have this whole thing wrapped up in...
We wanna keep this local, Agent Jones.
The last thing we need are satellite vans
and media people turning this town into a circus.
Roger that. As soon as we have eyes on the target, we can...
Just sighted the male fugitive.
- Go around back. Block the other end off. - Come on.
He does not get past you, yeah?
Over here! Hurry, guys! Come on! To the corner!
What...
Come on. All right, let's go.
Cross the street. Cross the street. Check both sides!
This is where it might get dangerous, all right?
I lost a lot of good people saving the Buddhas of Bamayin
from the Taliban.
That ain't happening today.
Yoo-hoo!
That's her.
That's the girl.
Call the Sheriff!
Agent Jones isn't answering.
Professor Stone has locked himself inside the barbershop.
Look, we'll find them. It's just a matter of time.
- The town's on lockdown. - Cassandra, tell me you've got... what?!
The lady. She's right here.
Eve, she's coming right towards the bar. You have to get here...
Cassandra!
Wh... Eve! Eve, what's happening?!
Eve. Eve.
Who the hell are you?
I'm Jenkins. He is Mr. Carsen.
And this is...
The Library.
And we are the Librarians.
Well, I am, and they are, and she's...
Very unhappy to still be here.
You have all been placed under a spell.
It is mixing with your memories.
You are not who you think you are.
I think
I'm the Sheriff of Cicely, Washington.
I think you two are thieves, and I think you're crazy.
You... are Colonel Eve Baird,
anti-terrorism expert and Guardian of the Library.
Also occasional pain in...
I will come back to you.
Jones, you're no lawman.
You are the stainless steel rat.
You're the fly in the ointment.
You're the answer to the riddle.
You're the one who crosses all the lines
and opens all the doors. The Library invited you in.
Cassandra, you spent the first part of your life invisible
to everybody around you.
Nobody knew that you had the entire universe
inside your head.
That mind... That beautiful mind...
it is not for fairy tale endings.
It is for finding the edges and drawing the maps
so that others could follow.
Mr. Stone, you are five
of the world's most foremost art historians.
You are 10,000 years of human beings
singing and dancing and painting and writing
their hearts and souls into the world.
This Library was built for you.
This is your home.
And you...
You already... did me, I think.
Don't think, Eve. Just be.
Flynn?
Hi! There you are.
What's happening? I... I can't think.
Everything's fuzzy.
True love's kiss.
That's actually pretty... good. Old school.
Stories often turn on true love.
Not a story, Ariel.
But it won't last. No, no, no, no, no.
Their stories have been changed.
If you want to get 'em back for good,
they have to reject these new stories
and... and d-destroy these talismans.
Well, how about it, guys?
Do you want your real lives back?
Okay! Everybody knows their talisman.
They'll lay it at the base of the totem pole
when Ariel brings it back, and we'll break the spell.
The totem's where it always was, just invisible.
Intangible? I get them confused. Both?
That's far enough.
Eve, behind me.
I'll protect you.
James!
Don't worry. He's just sleeping. I'm fond of him, too.
Fond of him? He's my boyfriend!
No, Eve, he's not your boyfriend.
Remember? You don't really even know this guy.
Everybody, you really all have to bite down on it.
None of this is real.
Um, guys? About that stroll...
The whole town's coming. No one's at the meeting ground.
Really, one call to the bureau, I can have us an armed escort.
What?
Right. Not FBI. Sorry.
- No. - Still feels real.
But it feels right. You're absolutely right.
They just discovered the sixth pyramid of Giza.
I'm supposed to be the first one through the door.
I still remember walking on the moon.
Well, bouncing, really.
These narrative spells...
they can feel when you're breaking them.
- They take steps to pull you back in. - What about James?
- I can't just leave him. - James will be fine. Eve.
Colonel Baird! Snap to it! We're leaving!
Let's go! Everybody take your own route.
We'll meet back at the meeting place.
Ha! You think to slip in enchantment's wait.
Instead, embrace your fondest fate.
All right, come on. Let's go! Let's go!
Take the other side of the park!
- All right. - Go!
Professor Stone?
The very man I came to see.
You're Professor Lacroix.
From the Louvre.
Oui, oui. We have been most impressed
with your work, Professor.
We'd like you to come join for us
as chief curator and scholar in residence.
Mr. Moriarty, we can't leave without you!
Special Agent Ezekiel Jones.
Yes? I mean, no. What?
- Director Walter? With Interpol? - That's right, son.
Had my eye on you for some time.
I think they've got you tied down here in Cicely.
How would you like to come to Interpol,
make the whole world your playground?
General McLarty.
Commander Cillian.
Your country has an offer for you.
How'd you like the chance to be the first human being
to set foot on Mars?
With us, you could go anywhere, do anything, be untouchable.
Not an art thief in the world wouldn't fear your name.
I could be the best.
The greatest collection of treasures
the world has ever known...
yours to see, to touch, to study.
That's the only thing I've ever loved.
Magellan, Armstrong, Cillian.
You would be an inspiration to children, to women,
to the world.
I never thought I'd live to see the chance.
Come with me, Commander,
and I will make your dreams come true.
- What about my friends? - Pardon?
I wouldn't be back for years, if ever.
Commander, I don't think you quite understand
what I am offering here.
No. I have people here that need me.
I gotta go.
Sorry, mate.
They'd be lost without me.
Answer's no.
No, sir.
I have to find my friends.
- We need to talk. - I need to go, James.
I've not been honest with you.
I've not been able to, certainly, but now, right now,
I'm free of Prospero's influence.
Whatever you're doing has weakened his spell.
I can talk to you as myself if only for now.
Please. Please give me this moment.
Okay.
All right, a moment.
I know this is confusing for you and your friends.
You're trying to Cicely as if it's a trap.
It's messing with our minds. It won't let go.
What would you call it?
I call it a sanctuary. I'd call it our last chance.
Listen to me. Something is going to happen...
something terrible. It may be happening now.
I didn't give a toss about the others, but you...
there is something between us,
and I couldn't let him take it.
He's already taken my life, my freedom.
I found I couldn't stand the thought
of him taking you as well.
I begged him to make this town for you and your friends
so that you could find love, happiness.
Don't we all deserve a happily-ever-after?
That's the problem.
I don't think there's any such thing,
not the way you mean it.
That's not real love. Real love is hard.
It's risky.
Sometimes it breaks your heart,
but you have to take that chance,
because that's what's real.
Those people, James, those people are my friends,
and whatever's happening, whatever's gonna happen,
I need to face it with them, and this...
I don't think it's real.
I'm not even sure you are.
I'm sorry.
Fine.
I'll make my own way, then.
It's not here. They said it would be here.
I don't have time for this.
- All right, I got a class I gotta teach. - I'm calling the bureau.
It was a mistake leaving this to amateurs.
Stop, stop, stop, stop.
We said we were doing this. We have to see it through.
I don't know why I feel this way.
- We just do. - See what through, Sheriff?
Those two are probably long gone by now.
Or just late because somebody needed to pick flowers.
Not flowers. Well, yes, flowers,
but they're ingredients.
Right where I left it.
Whoa.
Now what?
Now... we have to break the false narrative.
You each have to take your talismans
and place them at the foot of the totem
and then tell your story.
Your real story.
My name is...
Eve Baird,
and I'm a soldier.
I'm the Guardian.
I'm a thief.
No. I'm the thief.
I'm Ezekiel Jones.
And then I received this... golden letter from the Library.
And I... found out that magic is really...
really real.
It changed my life.
I'm a Librarian.
It's the best choice I ever made.
My turn.
Take me to your Library before...
Oh.
James, what have you done?
Ah! James, right. Uh, guys,
know that thing I said about running? Let's do that.
Jenkins! I need a door! I need a door even more
than when I said I needed one before!
- Eve! - Flynn!
- Eve?! - Flynn?!
Flynn, you okay?
Eve!
- Something's very wrong here. - What the hell was that?
- Where are the others? - We're here!
- All right. - I'm a little bruised.
I landed on grass, at least. Why did I land on grass?
Why are we out here? Why aren't we in the annex?
Just a... hunch, mind you,
but I'm guessing it has something to do with that.
Jenkins! Come on, man!
Oh, I hope nothing happened to him.
That's all right. No worries. We'll use the side door.
- We have a side door? - I have a side door.
I always have a side door. Come on.
This doesn't make any sense.
Obviously, I made some sort of mistake
when I brought us back.
Yes, occasionally I can make a mistake.
It doesn't happen very often, though,
but this is not supposed to be here.
This is the exact same totem.
Yes, but Ariel said that this is only a focus.
There's no actual magic in it.
I rescued you guys. I broke the spell,
brought you back, Ariel's gone.
We can't get in the Library.
- Where is Jenkins, anyway? - Who's Jenkins?
- What'd you say? - I said this is weird,
and it is weird, because I broke the spell.
This should not be here.
Jenkins. Flynn, Jenkins.
Tall guy, bow tie, walks like this.
Semi-mortal. Likes to tidy up.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Oh. This is the spell trying to reassert itself.
I'm thinking it hasn't stopped asserting itself.
Flynn, you're under Prospero's spell.
No, no. No, I rescued you from Prospero.
You... I did it single-handedly.
- You saved us by yourself, with no one's help... - Yes.
You don't remember Jenkins. The totem's here.
We can't get into the Library.
No, no, no. I saved you. I agree Prospero's
trying to reassert his magic,
but it has nothing to do with me. It has to do with you.
It always had something to do with you.
I just can't figure out how this is supposed to get you
- back on that island. - Exactly.
You're trying to figure out. That's the whole point.
- You love puzzles. - Yes.
And this one's huge... the biggest one.
That is crazy. Eve, are you...
Flynn, your happily-ever-after
is an endless series of puzzles and mysteries
that you get to solve.
Yeah, but I wasn't even here when all this started.
This is Prospero.
This is all some sort of hallucination.
You guys are all... maybe even possessed by some sort...
- Eve? - There you are.
Ooh. I'm under the spell, aren't I?
Yes, you are.
But I don't have a talisman.
You know what to do.
Yeah, I think I do.
Um... hi.
I'm Flynn Carsen.
I'm the...
I'm Flynn Carsen, and I'm a Librarian.
Number 167, I think.
I was alone for a very long time,
and then I got a golden letter
that showed me that there was an entirely different world...
magic.
And I thought that's all I needed.
But, um...
Now... I know that I need more.
That was, uh... not as easy as it looked.
We could, uh, totally just... Oh. Totem's gone.
So that's... finally it. It's over?
Only one way to find out.
Jenkins!
Oh. Three weeks.
All of us under a spell. So glad you're back.
Prospero had us under for three weeks.
What's Prospero been doing for three weeks?
Flynn, look up.
The ley lines.
Why are they up there?
The paths of magic... they're supercharged.
Is that good or bad?
Depends on how you feel about the end of the world.
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