All language subtitles for Legacies.S04E17.1080p.WEB.h264-GOSSIP-NHI

I can't believe
this is happening.

How are you here?

Oh, I got in a little bit
of a fight,

but don't worry, I'll heal.

Hope, you're the Tribrid.
I didn't think anything

could hurt you bad enough
to send you to Limbo,

much less...I'm not dead, okay?
I promise.

I just... got my ass kicked
by a god to save our friends.

Wh-Wh-Whoa, there are gods now?

You missed a lot.

I missed you.
We can talk about it after.

After what?

This is why we can't
have nice things.

Yeah, well, in his defense,
he just got back from ferrying

my mom to Peace,
so it would've been nice

if you'd taken the time

to show her around
a little.

Then you have some
explaining to do.

I don't think we'll have time.
The Ferryman controls Limbo,

who belongs here and
who doesn't and for how long.

And since you're immortal,

I don't think
he's gonna let you stay.

We met when I was in transition

into the Tribrid.
He didn't mind me

sticking around then.
A lot's changed since then.

Becoming the Tribrid
was your choice,

and unfortunately for us,

I don't think this is.

♪

E, what are you doing?

What does it look like
I'm doing?

I'm getting ready to train.

Not after what happened
last night.

I'm feeling a lot better.

You can't be using your powers
until we figure out

what's wrong with you.

MG, I think you're overreacting
a little bit.

You just phased out of your
sneakers.
Okay.

Maybe I'm
under-reacting.

The last time I got benched
because of an injury,

I lost my entire future,

not to mention
all of

my friends.

E, that was football.

The game that we're playing
has much higher stakes,

and I need you for it

at 100%, okay?

Then what's our plan
to get him there? Sorry,

but also not sorry

because vamp hearing
is kind of awesome.

Lizzie, I got this,
and you both

should be resting.

- Even Hope is...
- Vamp healing

is even more awesome,
so while I'm glad

Hope is getting
her beauty sleep,

I am back in the game.

And that game is apologizing

for all of
the stupid things I did,

including going after
a god without you.

You must be pretty mad
at me, huh?

Not at all.

I don't buy it,
but it doesn't matter

because my dad told me

that the best way to make amends

is to listen
to what people need,

and here you are,
clearly in need of help

fixing Ethan's powers.

Look, I-I appreciate the offer,

okay, but I'm gonna go
hit the books alone.

Don't bother,

because you know what all
those books are gonna tell you?

Is that you need magic.

And did I mention,

as a Heretic,
I can do that, too?

Do you actually think
that you can fix

whatever's wrong
with me?

I do.

What say you, MG?

Thank you for coming.

Well,
don't thank me yet.

I'm probably not gonna
believe a word you say,

not after you raised a god
you claimed to hate

and then betrayed us.

I do hate my father.

I was a fool to think
I could save

the school from his wrath,

or free Jed from a curse
that he no longer views as such.

Then why'd you do it?

Love, I think.

Well...

then that's the first thing
about you I understand.

What do you want to talk about?

A way to atone
for my mistakes.

If...

you even think that's possible.

Given the conversations
I've been having

with my daughter lately,

I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't.

In that case, I'd like
to help you kill my father.

Well, I'd like that, too.

I assumed he
couldn't die, though,

like you.

That's not exactly true.

Only a god can kill another god.

Well, that sounds
awfully convenient.

Perhaps a lie

just to get you out
of this cell.

Headmaster Saltzman,

I had to find a reason
to trust you,

as you must now find one
to trust me.

But I wouldn't know
what that would be.

Desperation.

Think that should be
reason enough for both of us.

And here I thought
I was hiding it so well.

If you have a better plan,
pursue it,

but my father is

as predictable
as he is cruel.

He will be back to get
what I suspect he wants.

And what does he want this time?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You look ridiculous.

So, you're

the king of the gods,

whose name escapes me
at the moment.

Your simple tongue
may call me Ken.

Oh, dear.

That's even sillier.

My name...
Is Aurora

de Martel.

My bastard son,

Ben, told me
quite a bit about you,

including that we share
one thing in common.

A flair for the dramatic?

A desire to kill the Tribrid.

Allow me
to simplify

my request for
your much smaller brain.

I understand
what you're asking,

and yet I hesitate

for a number of reasons,
including the fact

that you are not
the first charismatic,

power-hungry madman that
I've encountered in my life.

You have never met
the likes of me,

I assure you.

So you don't intend
to manipulate

or torture information
out of me, then?

Actually,

I was hoping
we could share a meal.

Well, I am famished,
but I doubt

anything on the menu
you have planned,

or anything we'd discuss,

would satisfy me.

Well, aren't you
full of surprises.

Oh, you have no idea.

You know me better than anyone,

so you know that
I'm not gonna get wet

just because
Jolly Roger

asks me to go
for a swim.

Uh, actually, I'm-I'm reasonably
certain he intends to stab you.

Well, then let him try.

I'll break every bone
in his body.

There's no beating The Ferryman,
Hope. Trust me, I've tried.

I'm sorry,
are you on his side?

I'm on your side,

always, but using your fists

to solve problems
is what got you

into this mess
in the first place.

Because knowing you
better than anybody,

I'm willing to bet
you fought that god alone.

Well, Lizzie helped.
Yeah, but-- Sorry, just...

People come to Limbo
to learn a lesson,

not to repeat the same mistakes.

So, if what I'm planning is
a mistake, then it won't work,

right?
Uh,

depends on wh-wh-what
you're planning.

My plan is
to change the rules of Limbo.

You with me or not?

I mean, you just
reaped the Reaper, so...

What'd you have in mind?
To go home,

but not before I figure out
a way to bring you with me.

That way, I won't
have to fight alone.

One condition.

Let's go home.

So, I don't know where
that scythe sent him,

but The Ferryman is Death,
so we probably don't have long

before he returns.
What's the plan, exactly?

So, Limbo seems to mirror
our world, which should mean...

that the weapons I stole
from the school are here.

Uh, why do we need more weapons?

Because scythes
are surprisingly unwieldy.

If that's what The Ferryman uses
to send our souls

wherever he wants,
then I'd rather he not

have the option
and have one

that I'm a little bit
more familiar with.

Hm.

Especially if what
you said was true.

What? There's an axe
in there for you.

Why did you steal weapons from
the school in the first place?

I went after Ken

without the Squad because
I didn't want to put their lives

at risk after everything
I'd already put them through.

And once

I became the Tribrid,
killed you,

my humanity shut off.

I know.

Dr. Saltzman told me
after you put him into a coma.

I'm glad I missed that chapter.

Me, too.

I thought you
would've been mad,

after everything
you had to give up.

Ah, I'm always
on your side, remember?

I'd do it all again.

I know you better
than anyone, so...

I'm assuming that means

you bought Dr. Saltzman
back to life.

Uh, it was more
of a team effort.

That was quite refreshing.

And this is positively

gorgeous.
It was less so when we arrived,

so I made these
flowers bloom,

hoping you
would like them.

You can make such things happen,
and you carried

that giant
tin can here?

I thought it a more fitting
setting for our discussion.

Then the legends
must be true.

You are extremely powerful.

Now...

let's work on that wardrobe,
shall we?

Those garments are impractical
for battle.

Not in the modern world,
darling.

If it pleases you.

So, what would please me
is to know

why you wish to kill
the Tribrid.

I am the most powerful being
in existence,

so imagine my surprise

when I was awoken

and heard there was a girl
claiming that same title.

I must crush her

and prove otherwise.
Such is the way of gods.

And you thought
you could crush her

without my help, did you?

I bested her thoroughly,
but she refuses to die.

That sounds like her, all right.

Is...

something wrong?

I'm not sure yet.

I am unaccustomed
to asking for help,

Aurora de Martel,

but you cannot imagine
what I have gone through,

being imprisoned by
my own family for centuries.

The loneliness of that,
the torture.

The utter lack of love, which is
the very thing that fuels a god.

Then returning

to a world where
my betrayal continues.

A world I do not

understand, but must rule.

I desperately need a guide.

Perhaps...

even someone to rule it with.

Let's not get ahead
of ourselves, shall we?

But I don't have
to imagine such things,

for I have experienced
them all myself.

Does that mean you will help me?

If so, merely name your price.

He's cute,

but I don't see
how this collar

or this monster's
gonna help us

with our Ethan problem.

Well, the way I see it,
the Pukwudgie--

which we should
probably give a name,

so we don't have
to keep saying that--

has the same powers
as Ethan, right?

So, we can gather data
using this device,

that I've magically enchanted.

Hence why you needed my help.

What kind of data?
Every time

the Pukwudgie--
there's that word again--

phases, this collar
will track the distance

and frequency of its jumps.

That way,
we can know how far

and how often
he uses his powers

before he runs out of juice,
like Ethan.

And, therefore,

how long they both need to rest
in order to recover.

Makes sense, but how do we
get him to phase?

That's where you come in.

Chuck this bad boy
as far as you can.

Are you sure? I got a cannon.

Good.

Because the farther
you throw that ball,

the farther this little guy's
gonna have to phase to get it.

And then the quicker

this experiment will be done.

Sounds good to me.

Wait, where
are you going?

Won't it just fetch?

It's not a trained dog, MG,

but there's
a bright side,

going after it will give us

plenty of time to get to the
bottom of why you're mad at me.

Lizzie, for the last time,
I am not mad at you.

Tell that to the ball.

Okay, fine, into the woods.

That's the spirit.

And in that same spirit,
I have compiled

a comprehensive list of all the
reasons you might be mad at me,

in ascending order
according to severity.

Would you put that away?

And let me do the talking.
Ted and I have developed

a...

rapport.

Peace Facilitator seems
like a bit of a...

odd career choice,

since he's
The Necromancer again.

Well, it wasn't
his choice.

And if anyone knows what
it's like to come back

from their trip
to the dark side...

Yeah, really seems like
he's turned over a new leaf.

Yeah, on second thought,
maybe you should wait outside.

Hope

Mikaelson!

Or should I say

the Tribrid?

Oh...

this is rich.

What are you doing here?

You wanted to do
the talking, didn't you?

Right. Uh... I guess I should
start at the beginning.

Save your breath.

It doesn't matter why
either of you are here.

Because I'm so glad you are.

Oh, okay. Oh.

I'll be glad
when we're not hugging.

Oh, oh. Oh, it's quite
poetic, isn't it?

Two lovebirds reunited
in death....

Yes, and we'd like
to remain united,

if you don't mind,
which is why we need...

...only to be torn asunder again

by my bloody hand.

Maybe I should've
taken that axe.

Would you...

stop that?

Oh, I'm

just getting
started. Now,

where did you send Landon,
before I stick

this somewhere that you
can't pull it out?

I sent him back.
Back where?

Back to your world,

or should I say,

what used to be your world.

Why would you do that?

Because I found
my groove

in Limbo, baby.

Very recently,

I met the most gorgeous creature
I've ever seen.

She was
the only woman capable

of melting my
cold, black heart.

Landon's mother.

Ew.I sympathize.

Speaking from my past encounters
with you and bloody Big Bird,

I know how cloying

true love can be.

It just feels so different
on this side of the fence,

where Seylah and I

can put the romance

in necromancy.

You know she went
to Peace, right?

Sorry, what was that now?

Good, you don't.
Landon helped her cross over,

and you helped him,
which is, I mean,

why we came to see you
in the first place.

Do not toy with
my fledgling emotions.

No. It simply can't be true.

My plan was perfect.

Remove that mopblock from
this plane, so he can't stand

in the way of us
becoming relatives.

My only regret

was sending Landon back to you
'cause, as you said,

ew.

But then
you turned up here,

which means you're dead,

and everything's
just clicked into place, so

I wouldn't
look too smug

because you're stuck
here in Limbo,

and he's stuck there.

You should be able to sense
whether or not I'm dead, right?

Being the almighty
Necromancer and all.

Blinded by feelings.

You know, I'm feeling
something, too...

gratitude

because I no longer
need your help.

Seylah!

I'll be damned.

Thank you for
your expertise, as always,

Professor Vardemus.

Uh, I just have one more
question for you.

What does Ben's plan
mean for himself?

Because he seems
to think

that his father's gonna
come back to the school

and take another shot
at Hope.

If he does,
we need to be ready.

Because she's still recovering
from the first shot.

Not that I'm secretly panicking

about her refusal
to wake up or anything.

Thanks, I think.

Maybe I am losing my mind

because I'm beginning
to believe that you

were telling the truth.

What convinced you?
A phone call

with Professor Vardemus.

He thinks that
siphoning your magic

and weaponizing it against
your father could work.

Well, then,
what are we waiting for?

Release me from this prison.

He also thinks
it would kill you,

given that that same magic
is what has allowed

you to die and resurrect
in the past.

If we were
to siphon it,

there's a very good chance

that every organ
in your body would fail.

So, what I'm
waiting for

is you to convince me

that you didn't
already know that.

You clearly see my problem.

The Mikaelson family
abused me,

warped my thinking.

I've since
come to wonder

if my beloved Tristan
had done the same.

Am I trapped in an endless cycle
or simply being told

to walk in a circle?
Either way, like you,

I've lost everything.

But unlike you,

I now doubt that revenge
can restore it.

And yet, I still hear the rage
in your voice.

Confess it, Aurora.

Smiting your enemies
will bring your mind

peace and your brother justice,

even if it does not
bring him back.

But you can,
can't you?

Smite them? Happily.
No.

Bring Tristan back.

Return my brother to me,

and I will help you
kill the Tribrid.

That is my ask.

A small one for such
a powerful god, I should think.

You would be wrong.

I cannot do that for you.

Then I don't know the point
of this incessant journey

I've been on, but I do know
that I will not help you.

Because the many
partnerships in my life

have only
given me hope,

and then dashed it
before my eyes.

So, if I'm meant to learn some
lesson, perhaps it's this...

I'm doomed to be alone.

Was that triggering?

Not at all, like the other
hundred things

you've asked me about.

We're only on item 62.
Speaking of,

I once told you
comic books

were for people
with baby brains.

I warned you

that these are
in ascending order.

It's all good,
but you know what isn't?

I tossed that ball
into a super public space.

Then let's just
cut to the chase.

I tried
to kill Hope.

But you didn't.

Plus, you were grieving.

And then she actually killed me,
and I lied to you about it.

You were
sire-bonded.

Then, making matters worse,

I died with vampire blood

I stole from the school
in my system.

Turned me into a Heretic.

It, uh, happens
to the best of us.

Then what is it?

I know you, Milton Greasley.

Or maybe
you're just wrong.

Or maybe you're
just being stubborn,

and dragging this out,

making me feel even worse
than I already do.

I would never do that.

But if you know me so well,
how could you make a list

that long and still not know
what's bothering me?

Much less do it
in the first place?

So there is something.

Right. Fine.

But it's not what you think.

So, let's just find
our missing monster

and go home, okay?

Our monster
isn't missing anymore.

He's a show dog.

Super rare.

Do you want to compel them,
or should I?

Good boy.

That's how you play dead.

Uh, Lizzie?

I don't think he's playing.

Oh, good.

You're back.

I'm sorry about all
the drama earlier.

But I did bring this
as a peace offering.

I mean,

not "peace" with a capital "P."
I think we all know

that's not gonna
happen. I just...

I tend to get a little intense
when it comes to saving Landon.

But it's not gonna be
a problem now.

I'm ready to go home.

Landon? What happened?

I wasn't talking to you.

If you want this, you're
gonna have to release him.

I don't think he needs it.

You also thought The Necromancer

was gonna bring you back home.

He did.

Can I just...

You're choking me.

I have no idea why
The Ferryman brought me

back to Limbo. It obviously
didn't work that way

with Dr. Saltzman.
But I was at the school, Hope.

I know what's
going on, and...

I think I figured out the lesson
we're supposed to learn.

Does that lesson

involve us
leaving Limbo together?

Then I don't want to hear it.

I'm not giving up,
but if you are,

just stay
out of my way

until I can figure out
how to get us both

out of here together.

So much for being on my side.

You know, I think you better
let me handle this one.

That's odd.

There's hardly a cloud
in the sky.

Why must you resist me?

I mustn't.

It's a choice.

So make a different one.

So you have come here
to threaten me, then?

Took longer than I thought.

You misunderstand me.
Which is my fault.

And why I came to apologize.

When I said I could not
return your brother to life,

you assumed it was
beyond my power.

I should have said "would not."

What?

Well, if you can do it,

then why do you refuse?

Gods are meant to rule men.

And from what
you told me of Tristan,

he does not deserve
to live again.

You're a bloody hypocrite.

Your own children have told me
of your cruelty and your malice.

And you believe their stories?

Well, not at first, of course.

But then I experienced
Ben's memories--

his pain and his suffering--
for myself.

You're not the only one
with powers, you know.

A vampire can see
into a person's mind.

Then look into mine and judge
my story for yourself,

as I have judged your brother
through yours.

That kind of judgement,

it's-it's frowned upon
these days.

The modern world
is a more forgiving place.

A pardon
for any transgression,

therapy for any weakness.

No black, no white, all grey.

I'm not really sure

of my place in it all anymore.

Then witness my truth,

and you will be certain
of where you stand.

I told you to stay away.

You aren't gonna ask me
what I saw in the real world?

Not if you use it to try
and convince me what to do.

Our friends need your help.

The last time I helped them,
I died, became the Tribrid,

killed Malivore,
and I became a monster myself.

Just like the universe wanted.

That's not your fate, Hope.

I think that's the lesson
you came here to learn.

And how am I supposed
to do that?

One sentence or less.
I'm trying to get back to work.

You have to go back without me.

You can't ask me to accept that.

Look, I know it's big,
but when I was at the school,

I passed by
Dr. Saltzman's office.

He was on the phone
with Vardemus.

They think Ken is coming back.

For you.

Which is inconvenient,

considering you're
unconscious and all.

Well, then, he's
pretty dumb for a god.

We all know he can't kill me.

Well, it sounds like
he's gonna try.

And the school
is preparing to fight him,

once again, for you.

Then they'll lose.

Yeah. If you are not with them.

Even if I were,

then some of our friends
are gonna die.

Which just means more death,
grief, loss,

that I have to carry with me
for the rest of my life.

We always thought
you were fated to die.

I did.
You're still alive.

The Ferryman wouldn't be trying
to send you back if you weren't.

That's the fate
you have to accept, Hope.

To be the one who lives.

I know that's harder.

But you have to go back.

So use this scythe
and please let me help...

...one last time.

Here's what I don't understand.

Just yesterday,
you sold us out

to break an admittedly
crappy curse,

but now you're willing
to die permanently?

Every one of my countless
deaths has been for nothing.

If this final one means
the end of my father...

...that Jed could be safe?

You got it bad for him, huh?

Look, you're new here.

Martyrdom, it rarely
works out the way

people who sacrifice themselves
expect it to, trust me.

Says the man who's willing
to let his students

do exactly that
in a fight they can't win?

Because there is
a difference.

In my experience, if something's
worth fighting for,

there's always a chance
that you'll win.

Well, that's optimistic.

Or delusional.

Well, until recently,

I-I was cynical
and disillusioned.

Uh, the old me would definitely

take you up
on your offer, but...

...I'm beginning to like
the new me much better.

Even if he's not

so good at walking.

So what does his pure heart
plan on doing with me?

Oh, it's not that pure.

Odds are,
you're still gonna die.

But if you want to get
back at your father

and atone...

...stay alive.

And use your power
to fight with us.

So this is your fate.

Convincing people to move on.

It's usually to Peace,
not the real world.

Yeah, you don't suck at it.

But...

that means you're gonna always
be the one left behind.

Moral victory, at least.

We always thought our fates
were so similar.

You'd always been told
what you're destined to be

your entire life;
I've always had to wonder.

I wish the answer
was being with you, but...

♪ I want to hold you...

...if it can't be,
at least I know where I belong.

♪ I just want to hold you...

You won't be alone
where you are.

♪ I want to hold...

I'm good with it, Hope.

♪ You...

I'm good.

♪ You say everyone seems happy

♪ Everyone except for you...

Then one condition.

It's your turn to stab me,
this time.

♪ I know it seems that way,
everybody got pain... ♪

Hope, I don't think I can.

I didn't, either, but
it's like when we stepped

into the Malivore pit.

We'll do it together.

Yeah.

Then all you have to do
is hold on tight.

♪ You fight through

♪ I'll stand by you,
ours shall be the same... ♪

I will always love you.

♪ I want to hold you...

I'll never forget you.

♪ Just want to hold you

♪ Your hand

♪ Reach out

♪ Your hand

♪ Reach out

♪ Your hand

♪ Reach out.

I thought I was a brutish
and unreasonable tyrant.

But compared to you,
I'm a bloody prince!

Trust me,
he can hear you.

All of Limbo can hear you.

Landon Kirby.

I was cursing
that slippery skeleton

for whisking your mother
to Peace at your behest.

But I suppose him
bringing you back here

is of some consolation,
isn't it?

Misery loves company.
Now get out of my way.

You're not the only person
who has a bone to pick with him.

Plenty to choose from, at least.

I did what I told you I'd do.

Hope's home. Now why
can't I be there with her?

Why'd you break
your own damn rules?

Is that what I think it is?

Indeed.

It's the contract that blasted
jinni made us sign.

It seems some of the terms
have been altered.

Which would explain
your unceremonious return.

The Ferryman

sent Zied to Peace.

In exchange for the rights
to our souls

in perpetuity?

Ah! Read the
fine print.

It's not our souls.

It's yours.

I'm ready for this
day to be over.

I went to bury the Pukwudgie,
and it dematerialized.

It just disappeared
in my hands.

But at least now I
don't have to hide

the body from Pedro.

You and I are both pretty good
at hiding things

when the need arises.

So, while we wait
to find out

how similar Ethan's
body chemistry is

to our former
four-legged friend,

let's break the cycle.

What were you gonna
say to me earlier?

It's-it's nothing.

Then I take it back.

You suck at hiding things.

I-I just...

I'm not sure
that it's the right time,

considering the circumstances.

Is there ever a right time
around here?

If there was,
we wouldn't be having

this conversation right now.

♪ It's dark...

Because honestly?

It's the opposite of nothing.

It's everything.

That's what you are to me,
and I have been waiting years

to tell you and I could spend
even more telling you why.

But it seems that there's
always something in the way.

Sebastian, Alyssa,

Malivore, the-the Merge.

All those things are gone now.

Ethan isn't.

And when your back
was against the wall,

when you really needed someone,
you went to him.

That's why you're mad?
Not even.

E's the best guy I know.

I don't blame you or anything,
it just...

it hurts.

♪ Weight is getting heavy...

'Cause I kind of hoped
that it would be me.

♪ Wasn't meant to stand...

Because it has...

♪ I turned this love...

...and always will be you,
Lizzie Saltzman.

And I don't even remember
anything on that list,

any of the bad things
you've said or done.

Because I love you...

♪ Happier with someone else...

...with all of my heart
and all of my soul.

♪ Before I turn your heart...

And that's all I got to say.

♪ So I can tear it all down...

I'm guessing that's not good?

Worse.

My theory was right.

The Pukwudgie's powers
are finite.

Its life span only lasts

as long as its powers do,
and the more it phases,

the quicker it dies.

All right, let's-let's not
get ahead of ourselves

until we, until we test
Ethan's blood.

MG.

That was Ethan's blood.

I've seen enough.

Please put me down.

Your children lied to me.

And to you.

They painted
you as a coward

and a tyrant but you're nothing
of the sort.

I was a father.

Determined to protect
his family from Malivore.

At least, the ones he hadn't
already consumed.

I was so intent on destroying
him that I was blind

to the true enemy in
my midst: my daughter.

Jen tricked me
and the rest of her siblings,

and thus, I was imprisoned.

Powerless to stop Malivore

from ruining the world
I had conquered.

To keep those
I loved safe.

Now you understand why I will
not make that mistake again.

Nor will I.

I now see
Tristan's actions--

locking me away, his betrayals,
his manipulations--

for what they were.

As I've seen your story,
through your eyes.

Does that mean you will help me
restore order to this world?

It's a confusing
place to be in, really.

Is my mind sick,

or is it just another
lie I've been told?

Well, go on,
render your judgement.

Our stories are so similar,

to judge you
would be to judge myself,

and even a god cannot do that.

Then who judges the gods?

In this moment,
that falls to you.

I came back to this world

with a simple want: revenge.

When you've been lost in
the woods as long as I have,

you must stop
walking in circles.

The only way out is to choose
a path and walk boldly in it.

I will help you
kill the Tribrid.

May anyone who
think us wrong

have the power to stop us.

Trial by combat.

For this is the way
of royalty

and the gods.

All that remains
to seal our union...

...is a kiss.

If you insist.

That's a bold move.

It must be bold if we intend
to defeat my father.

Now move the phallus to C7.

The rook is my daughter.

Your very dead daughter.

As are all the rest.

Hundredth time's
the charm, right?

Let's run it again.

You're not using your queen.

That's a big mistake.

Everyone knows
she's the most dangerous piece.

Well, she wasn't on the board...

...until now.

Ben's on our side, too.

I think.

And he was just leaving.

I take it
this is going

as well as it did the last time?

Well, Ben has increased
our win probability to...

five percent.

How'd you sleep?

Mm, like the dead.

Landon says hi.

You were in Limbo?

It's a long story.

The moral of which is...

that there are some battles
we can't win alone.

It's good
to have you back, Hope.

Your move.