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(MUSIC PLAYING)

(ALARM BUZZING)

Mom!

Mom!

Dad!

So... something happened.

I just woke up and I'm...

Old.

- Pete?
- Petey?

Mom? Dad? No!

Wha?

Good heavens! Is that you?

(MURMURING)

Wha?

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BAIRD: An entire town
turning old overnight.

- How is that even possible?
- It's not. It's magical.

- Or maybe it's a time bubble.
- Yeah. Or it's Florida.

Oh. I love old people holding hands.

Hey, I'm 22.

Sorry. Sorry.

Clipping book mentioned
the Worth family.

They were the first residents
to phone in the incident.

According to New Weedon census,
they live on Queen Street.

"New Weedon." This whole town is
barely older than that yoga circle.

Or it could be a curse.
Maybe this town's

built on, like, an old
people graveyard.

Or a graveyard.

Flynn and I will interview the Worths.

You three snoop around,
see what you can dig up.

- Come with me, young man.
- After you, young lady.

Okay.

Oh, um, excuse me, sir?

Could, uh, we ask you
a few quick... ju...

Mommy! Mama!

EZEKIEL: I think you
just scared off her baby.

All right, this is weird, even for us.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

- Mrs. Worth?
- Yes?

- I'm Flynn Carsen.
- Are you a journalist?

No, I'm a Librarian.

Mmm, mmm. Thank you
for the lemonade, Mrs. Worth.

Cathy, please.

And this is my husband Pete.

And this is Pete Junior.
Uh, was Pete Junior.

Can you tell us what happened?

I was making breakfast.
Pete was in bed.

It was the big game last night.
We let him sleep in.

I'm quarterback. Go, Geese.

And then there was this big flash.

A big red flash and...

and then we were like this.

- A red flash?
- Yeah, like a light bulb popping.

Nothing else out of the ordinary?

Not that I can think of.

Look, are... are we going
to be stuck like this forever?

I... I used to be 45.
I was really good at being 45.

- Don't worry, we'll fix this.
- Okay.

Peter, what have I told you
about texting in company?

Mom.

Flynn, I wonder if this turning
old thing is contagious.

Aging's not viral. I think we're okay.

Do you guys think I'm gonna
be good at being old?

What do you mean, good at it?

I don't know. I just never
thought I'd get an old age.

Brain grape.
Should I start practicing?

Hey, hey.

It's a girl. Like, a girl, girl.

Excuse me, could we ask you
a few question... wait!

- Wait! Oh, wait, wait!
- No, no. No.

(PHONE RINGING)

Cass?

Baird, we found a clue,
and she's running.

I'll send you our location.

Got it. Excuse us.

Time to go.

- Hello?
- Hello?

Listen, I know it's scary

when there's a bunch
of people chasing you.

- (SOBBING)
- But...

Over there.

(SOBBING CONTINUES)

Hey. Hey.

You don't need to cry.
We're... we're here to help.

- We're... uh.
- What the...

EZEKIEL: It's crying,
but I don't think it's scared.

No, scared would be us.

- All right, back it up.
- Okay.

Guys?

- (CREATURES GRUNTING)
- There's more of them.

Okay, uh...

- Ooh! Uh!
- Hey, hey.

(CREATURES GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

- Oh.
- (GRUNTING)

No! Whoa! Hey!

Ahoy! Ahoy! Look out below!

Begone, foul gargoyles! Begone!

- (DEVICE WHIRRING)
- (CREATURES MOANING)

What the... who... who are you?

I am the Librarian.

What?

Wh... wh... what do you
mean you're the Librarian?

I mean, I am the Librarian,
but you may call me Dare.

And you may pass me
that two point by four

standard fluted crosshair screwdriver.

We're here.
We're not getting any younger.

Who's he?

He is the Librarian, apparently.

And we may call him Dare.

Dare?

Not Darrington Dare?

- The very same.
- No!

- Yes! Yes!
- No. Get out!

- Get out of what?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who the hell is Darrington Dare?

He's a man who needs
a smaller screwdriver.

It's a Pocket Banshee.
He's got a Pocket Banshee!

Allow me, sir! Please, please, please.

Ratchet head, magnetic insulated grip.
No, no, no.

None of these are good enough
for Darrington Dare.

Darrington Dare's probably...
not probably...

Darrington Dare is the greatest
Librarian of all time.

Darrington Dare,
what are you doing here?

You're from 130 years ago in the past.

Correction. I'm from the present.

You're from 130 years in the future.

(IMITATES EXPLOSION)

- Oh, my God! Darrington Dare!
- I am.

- You are.
- He is?

And who are you, good sir,
to know my life so intimately?

Uh, well, Darrington, I can't believe
I'm about to say this to you,

but I am a Librarian.

And this is the screwdriver you need.

Ah, it's the perfect fit.

So you are the Librarian
of this age. Splendid.

- Indeed.
- BOTH: Huzzah!

- What are we? Backup dancers?
- That must make you his Guardian.

The callous on your right hand
metacarpals mound

indicates prolonged use of
firearm, military background,

but your boots are
unpolished, suggesting

you've been a civilian for some time.

Your clothing is practical,
and yet you wear a necklace.

You wish to appear attractive
to someone in the group.

Your bootlaces are the
identical design to Flynn's.

Probably bought at the same time.

Man and woman
buying bootlaces together,

that makes you a couple.

(SPUTTERS) Okay, this is
where I get it from, okay.

Mr. Dare...

I'm a fan. I'm... I'm a fan.

- No, no. Darrington, please.
- Oh, okay.

We'll just call each other
by our first names, I guess.

I'm Flynn. (CHUCKLES)

Maybe we could get back
to saving the day.

Of course, Mr. Stone.
My humblest apologies.

Hey. Hey, how do you know my name?

It's written on the inside
of your shirt collar.

Now, I'm of the surest
certainty that with the aid

of the Guardian
and the Librarian of this age,

plus their assistants, of course,

that the peril that has brought me
forward in time shall be thwarted.

Now come. We reconnoiter
at the chophouse!

I never do this,
but can I get an autograph?

- BOTH: Assistants?
- The chophouse?

Is Flynn crying?

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

So?

Ah, good.

It's about time Darrington showed up.

And the other Librarian
from the present day?

(GRUNTING)

Four of them?

How is that possible?

(GRUNTS)

Well, that's just
making it too much fun.

(CHUCKLES)

Go. You know what to do.

(GRUNTING)

Excuse me? Could we order, please?

Oh, this fast food is gonna be slow.

What a peculiar chophouse.

It's called a diner, mate.

I deduce from your accent that the
colony of Australia is still with us.

Good for you. Keep it up.

What are you doing here, Darrington?

Flynn, if you know who I am,

then you also know who
my counterpoint is.

The darker version of myself.

- You don't mean...
- BOTH: Ambrose Gethic.

- The very same.
- Who's Ambrose Gethic?

My greatest nemesis. My oldest enemy.

Moriarty to his Holmes.

Yes. Conan Doyle based his
detective on me, you know?

Apparently it was supposed
to be a compliment.

How can a buffalo have wings?

Ambrose Gethic was a wizard
of phenomenal power

who managed to combine
the ancient art of magic

with the new technologies
of the electric age.

He's a pioneer. Genius.

A devil, and he is here.

Wait, in this town? Now?

It all began when he stole
the Bleeding Crown

of the Vampire Queen of Northampton.

- Bleeding Crown?
- Yeah.

That's a very famous
para-parasitic artifact.

It has a red ruby in the middle

that belonged
to Elizabeth Bathory, okay?

The Hungarian Blood Countess.

Tales of it are legend.

Worse. Tales of it are true.

I traced Gethic back to
his lair in London

in an attempt to retrieve the Crown,

but he was expecting me.

The Vampire Queen's crown
has the power

to drain a man's life force.

And my manservant Carstairs

was the first to succumb to its curse.

Now, fortunately, after a
lifetime locked in mortal combat,

I've learned to defend myself
against Gethic's dark arts.

- (GASPS)
- Anti-magic tattoos.

A gift from the shaman priests
of Shamutanti.

But before I could stop him, Gethic
opened up a portal in space and time

and escaped, taking the Crown
and his creatures with him.

I followed him through,

but we arrived at different moments.

I've been here but a few hours.

Gethic's been here several months.

So those things that attacked us?

Gethic's reduplicates.

Ah, how to explain
such a complex concept?

Let us imagine a man can create
a tangible likeness of himself,

a simulacra of his own being,

a... a replica, a doppelganger, a...

- ALL: A clone?
- Yes, a clone.

Now, this is my Pocket Banshee.

It emits a sonic blast that
the clones find unbearable.

Could we just get six glasses
of water, please?

(SIGHS)

Ambrose Gethic perfected the art
of cloning back in the late 1880s.

DARRINGTON: Well, not perfected.

As you've seen,
he cannot stabilize skin.

Something about the cellular structure

of the human epidermis eluded him.

His clones quickly degenerate.

But make no mistake, his creations are

preternaturally powerful,
decidedly dangerous.

Gadzooks! Must I die of
thirst in this alehouse?

I will attend to you, sir.

Hello! Green stuff, meet gin.

So, did Gethic use the Bleeding
Crown to oldify the town?

- Indubitably.
- Yeah, but why come all the way

to the future just to do that?

I call it a Darrington Dare
because you must be both brave

and strong to drink it.

Mmm. How refreshing.

- Huzzah!
- Huzzah!

There must be something here
today that Ambrose Gethic wants,

and we must find it before
he does, or else this time,

nay, all of time,
shall be in dire peril.

Also, I seem to have discovered

the most extraordinarily
small umbrella.

It goes in the drink.

It goes in the drink? How marvelous.

Try this. It's strong, smooth,
and full of character.

I call it the Flynn Carsen.

He calls it the Flynn Carsen.

Ooh. Didn't know you were that strong.

So what date have you jumped
forward from, Darrington?

August 5th, 1888.

- Day before your birthday.
- Yeah.

You know when his birthday is?

Of course I know his birthday.

In fact, it is the day
before my 40th birthday,

so it marks quite the milestone.

Zounds!

A self-actuating,
automated coffee machine.

Upon my word. 'Tis a thing of beauty.

What is it, Flynn?

Darrington Dare's 40th birthday...

he's alone, he's obsessed with work,

he never had any time for friends,

and he's attacked by
the Serpent Brotherhood...

- and killed.
- We have to warn him.

We can't. I mean,
what happened happened.

It's against the rules.

Win or lose, we send Darrington Dare

home to his death tomorrow.

All right, what's the plan?

Flynn?

You're asking me? He's asking me.

Of course he is,
'cause I'm the Librarian.

Well, obviously the girl is the clue,
so we should find her at once.

Eve, you and Cassandra, Ezekiel,
and Stone should check uptown.

What would that leave?

You and I shall be banded together.

Ah, so it does. (CHUCKLES)

What a coi... what a coincidence.

I... unless that's...

Go be a fanboy to your
hero of heroes, Flynn.

- Can I? 'Cause Darrington Dare...
- I get it.

It's just like when I met Cinderella.

Admittedly, I was six and
it was cute, acceptable,

but I get it.

Ah.

Ahoy! Ahoy!

The hunt is on.

So, Jones, who's your hero?

Uh, after me,
it'd probably have to be...

me. What about you?

Well, I guess my mom, my dad.

- And Cinderella?
- She was good.

Until I saw "Alien," and then
it was Ripley all the way.

- Oh.
- Einstein, obviously.

Uh, Newton, Pythagoras, Emmy
Noether, Turing, Stephen Hawking.

When you grow up a math nerd, you
have a lot of potential heroes.

- Jake, you?
- Da Vinci, of course.

Michelangelo, Klimt.

Can't forget about my boy,
Paulo Coehlo.

But as a kid, probably my dog.

- Your dog is your hero? That's so cool.
- Shh.

- (MUSIC BOX PLAYING)
- Do you guys hear that?

(MUSIC BOX CONTINUES)

You lead a good team, Flynn.

I approve of your assistants.

Actually, not my assistants.
They're also Librarians.

What?

There are four Librarians?

Good God, man. Don't you
see how dangerous this is?

For centuries, there has
been one unbreakable rule.

There can only be one Librarian.

But the Library chose
all of us to defeat Apep, so...

Yes, and if he is defeated,
you are all no longer required.

History shows that if there is
ever more than one Librarian,

war shall come between them.
War, Flynn.

War until the Library is ripped apart.

War that all humanity will suffer.

Swear to me, swear to me that if
you are the one true Librarian,

you will fix this God awful mess.

Fix it, yeah.

Fix it how?

You must fire the others
from the Library.

- Immediately.
- Darrington, I...

Give me your word, Flynn.
You will do this.

Darrington, I... Darrington, I... I...

- Darrington!
- What?

There!

This conversation will be continued!

(MUSIC BOX PLAYING)

Nothing gets your attention
like a creepy little music box.

(MUSIC BOX CONTINUES)

"Auld Lang Syne."

"Should old acquaintance be forgot."

You think it's a message from
Gethic to Darrington Dare?

A.G.?

Ambrose Gethic.

Yeah. But why is it here?

I don't know.

Unless it's a trap.

(GRUNTING)

So that must be home.

What would you say
to the direct approach?

(CLICKING)

Go away.

Sir, if we could just, uh,
have a moment of your time.

- WOMAN: Who is it, Kyle?
- I'm handling it. I said go away.

Sir, we are Librarians.

- Hmm.
- Yeah.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

How are you still young?

I was going to ask
you the same question.

We thought it must be contagious,
everyone getting old.

- I told you to stay inside, Jess.
- Sorry, Dad.

No, no. We're sorry. We
didn't mean to scare anyone.

Can you think why the rest of the
town has aged and you have not?

No. We just woke up like this
and they woke up like... that.

BOTH: Hmm.

Ah-ha.

Ah-ha.

- BOTH: The electricity.
- The unpaid notices.

- The use of candles.
- The broken doorbell.

Your power's been turned off.

Yeah. It's been a rough month.

No, it's been your lucky month.

You have no electricity.
That's why you are unharmed.

That's how he aged the town. Gethic has
been mixing magic with electricity.

He's wired the Crown
to the power supply.

Is there a power station near here?

Yeah, there's Mayfield
Electric near the river.

Come, Flynn, together we may yet
prevail against the forces of evil.

"Indubilidy."

Indubitably. Indu...

- Yes, we will.
- Ah.

(GRUNTS)

Of course, we wi... what?

Flynn? Something's happened.

Ah, Mr. Carsen. Well, did
you unravel the mystery

of the town of the elderly?

More like the mystery unraveled us.

What? Is this... Oh, my!
Dear Lord! Are they...

- I'm tired.
- I'm thirsty.

- It's too hot in here.
- I'm too cold.

- Can we get them some chairs?
- Oh.

It turns out they like to sit down.
A lot.

Uh-huh. Please.

Let's go. Sit down.

Stop that! Stupid old fingers.

What happened to them?

Eve, you want to tell
Jenkins what happened?

This chair's too hard.

- Um, Eve?
- Just focus, hon.

You want to explain
to Jenkins what happened?

I could focus harder
in a softer chair.

Stone, do you want to tell
Jenkins what happened? Stone?

(SNORING)

Mr. Stone?

1874 was the year

Monet gave the first
exhibition on impressionism.

Is that so? Do you want to explain
to Jenkins what happened to you?

- Do what?
- CASSANDRA: I'll tell you what happened.

They got all up in our face
with the flashing

and then the lights, and then, bam!

We were old and I was tired.

- What's she saying?
- She's talking too quiet.

Too damn loud in here!

Do any of these books
have the large print?

I need them in the large print.

Sir, I think maybe the laboratory.

It's quiet and warm in there.

- Oh!
- And softer chairs.

We're gonna take you
someplace very comfortable.

Yes. I'm not like this, am I, sir?

No, Galahad. Far, far worse.

Mr. Dare, what... how are you...

I'm concerned, Galahad.

Alarmed and concerned
that you of all people

would allow a situation
like this to arise.

Four Librarians? Four?

I realize there are rules...

Then you understand
why there are rules.

It's time for Flynn to learn the
dark secret of our collective past.

Galahad, bring forth
"The Book of Librarians."

Yes, sir.

This tome records the lives of every
Librarian ever to serve the Library.

It's tempting to see how my
own story ends, but I shan't.

No, I know all about "The Book
of Librarians," Darrington.

It's the first book that I read
when I became a Librarian.

It's how I know everything about you.

Then you also know
about the missing pages.

The ones that were ripped out, yeah.

Vasta lumi califraxi sol.

Now, let me tell you
a tale of the Library.

Once there were two brothers, the
greatest minds of their age,

Balthus and Zharradan, who lived
in 5th-Century Westphalia.

When the time of calling came,

the Library invited
the brothers for interview.

They were twins of identical
intellect and outlook,

and the Library couldn't
choose between them.

And so in its wisdom, it chose both.

But soon, the brothers became jealous,

each believing he was more
suited to the role of Librarian,

more deserving of the
Library's wisdom and power.

And so they went to war.

A war that escalated to a greater war

that lasted nearly 1,000 years

and almost destroyed the Library
they swore to protect.

They caused the Dark Ages?

Working for the Library
is more than a vocation.

Those who move within its walls,

be they Guardian
or Librarian or Custodian,

they become infused
by the magic of the Library,

and they take that magic
out into the world with them.

You link the Library to the world

as you link the world to the Library.

But if there is war,

if that connection is severed again,

humanity will be cut adrift
from learning, from curiosity,

from investigation,
knowledge, from wisdom,

and a new era of fear, superstition,
and ignorance shall flourish.

Yes, but these Librarians
would not go to war.

- That's what the Library said last time.
- No, no.

What he said is true.
We love the Library.

- We wouldn't do anything to hurt it.
- Do you, Flynn?

Do you love it fully and wholly

- without doubt or distrust?
- I...

Well, there you have it.
Cracks begin to show.

And what about your friends? Are
they without doubt and distrust?

- They...
- Yeah, more cracks. And what about when

those cracks become fissures
and those fissures become war?

Let us turn our minds
to matter of the present.

- Galahad?
- Sir?

That door can take us anywhere, yes?

- Yes, sir. Anywhere.
- Take us to Mayfield Power Plant

in New Weedon and to Ambrose Gethic.

- You all right, Flynn?
- Yep, just needed a minute to think.

Well, when we've defeated Gethic,

we'll have all the thinking
time in the world.

After you, my friend.

Mr. Dare...

You should have warned him.

(SNORING)

They're so cute when they're asleep.

What's he up to here?

AMBROSE: Darrington Dare.

How good to see you
after all this time.

(CHUCKLES)

Tell me, do you like
what I've done with the place?

(GRUNTING)

Darrington! The Pocket Banshee.

Not yet, Flynn. I must know his plan.

What are you doing here, Ambrose?

What do you want?

Well, the only thing
either of us wants anymore.

To destroy the other.

Do you have any idea
how frustrating it is

when your greatest enemy
is immune to your power?

I burn you.

I freeze you.

I turn you inside out.

Nothing.

But today...

that changes.

Your Bleeding Crown will have
no effect on me, Ambrose.

I know, Darrington.

It's not you it'll be affecting.

What's in those tubes?

Perhaps, you would like
a closer look, Flynn?

Please, be my guest.

(CHUCKLES)
How stupid do you think I am?

No, not how stupid. More how curious.

- Now, hang on a minute.
- One little look.

Well...

Oh.

After all these years
and all these battles,

I've realized...

there is one form of magic,
Darrington,

that even you are vulnerable to.

The magic of the Library itself.

The magic that can be
harvested from a Librarian.

Flynn, don't get too close
to those tubes.

Oh, no, I don't mean him.
He's just a bonus.

No, I already have everything I need.

You needed Librarian energy
to defeat me,

so you came into the future to get it,

but you've already failed, Ambrose.

Our Librarians are in the Library.

Oh, Darrington,
those aren't your Librarians.

Oh. Oh, wait.

I... don't.

(HISSES)

If you want to hide a needle,

you don't hide it in a stack of hay.

You hide it in a stack of needles.

Cassandra? Are you all right?

That's why I turned the town old.

To conceal where the Librarians

have really been all this time.

And guess what?

It worked.

And now, with their energy,

I shall kill Darrington Dare
once and for all.

(CREATURES GRUNTING)

Put him in his tube.

(CREATURES GRUNTING)

FLYNN: Darrington!

Now, Darrington...

shall we dance?

- (DEVICE WHIRRING)
- (CREATURES SHRIEK)

Flynn!

(WHIRRING)

I hate that thing.

Leave him be and face your foe.

Oh, with pleasure.

You are a fool to meet me
unarmed, Darrington.

Unarmed? Who said anything
about being unarmed?

You're not the only one with one
or two tricks up his sleeve.

Ha!

Ahoy, ahoy.

Look at me. I'm wireless.

Cover your eyes.

I see the weapon is chosen.

A sword for a sword.

Ah!

A sword of pure Library energy.

Ah, what's the matter, Darrington?

Not quite so chipper now?

Flynn, to me.

I'll be right back, I promise.

Ah, what method of swordsmanship

shall we employ, Flynn?

The Italian Dardi School?

The Germanic Kunst des Fechtens?

Or the Spanish La Verdadera Destreza?

I prefer the Boston Bar Room Brawl.

- Ha!
- After all of this time, Darrington,

I finally have the upper hand.

Not for the first time, Ambrose,

your confidence exceeds your ability.

Have at you!

Darrington!

- Darrington!
- And this time, my friend,

you may find
my confidence is rewarded.

Then let this be our final battle.

- Darrington!
- BOTH: What?

Leave the fight and
help me save my friends!

No! This is too important.

They're Librarians!

Darrington, they're Librarians!

They're expendable.
The Library will understand.

This fight is for all humanity,

for the future of our very world.

And I have waited so very long.

- As have I.
- And now it is our endgame.

Then the time for
reckoning is upon us.

Oh, my God, you're flirting!

You don't care about good and evil!

You only care
about fighting each other.

Ridiculous. You're confusing
an enemy with a friend.

No, you are. And if you had any
friends, you would know that.

Look, I know you, I know your
life, I know your story.

You're the island, the loner,
the man who knows best.

You're me before I met my friends.

And they save my life every day.
Now help me save them.

- Oh, you two, get a room.
- I'm not abandoning my team.

You've taken this too personally.

No, Flynn, it is you who are
blinded by your feelings.

Ambrose Gethic, thine end is nigh.

No!

Ahh!

(GRUNTING)

No.

Darrington, I don't know what to do.
He's killing them!

They don't matter.

Only the Library matters!

Only the Library ever matters!

Flynn, I need you!

I'm sorry.

(MOANING)

- (GRUNTING)
- (DEVICE WHIRRING)

Jenkins! Jenkins!

Oh! Oh, Mr. Carsen.

Colonel Baird, the other
Librarians, are clones.

I know. Gethic's been one step
ahead the entire time.

But now I have an ace up my sleeve.

Oh, good. What's that?

You. Come.

Yes, sir.

I have waited so long for this moment,

I almost don't want it to end.

I finally win.

Flynn was right.

I've been blinded by my hate.

Let's get it over with.

I mean, let's reminisce for a while.

Now, was it the summer
of '67... no, no, '68,

when we first met?
Do... do you remember?

I... I was wearing
the blue-striped suit,

and, uh, you were wearing
the pith helmet.

It was a white top hat.
What's your point?

Well, you had that charming henchman.

Now, what was his name?
Was it Igor? Or Zagor?

- Derek.
- Derek.

Often get those two names mixed up.

Mr. Carsen, what are we doing?

Gethic's been feeding off
of Librarian energy

and you've got an infinite amount.

- You're suggesting that...
- You're an immortal.

You got a lot of juice. Fill 'er up.

One overload coming up.

(GRUNTING) What is...

What? No, stop!

Darrington!

How are you doing this?

I'm not. My friends are.

Friends? When have
you ever had any Fri...

- Yes. Yes.
- You okay?

Uh-huh, yes.

Flynn, you saved me.

You defeated Gethic.

Because I saved my friends.

There you go. There you go.

That's good!

PETEY: All right, Mom!

MOM: Oh! Petey.

Ambrose Gethic is dead.

Do you know, it's strange,

but I feel like I've lost
my reason for being.

What will I do
with the rest of my life?

I can't answer that.

You said I was your hero, Flynn.

Why choose me?

When I became the Librarian,
I was, uh, alone,

and I needed a friend.

So I found one in the pages of a book.

This book.

And I read everything
that I could about you.

I read about your adventures

and your victories and your genius.

I read about you until I knew you
as well as I would know any friend.

And you were always there for me.

But then I met everyone else here,

and I have to tell you, Darrington,

you are brilliant,
and you are my hero,

but you need some friends.

Well, I hope I may count you
among them, Flynn Carsen.

Always and forever, Darrington Dare.

My friend.

CASSANDRA: What happened
to fake old us?

Ah, well, once their
creator was defeated,

they returned to dust
and... gooey bits.

Mr. Dare, I have managed
to reverse engineer

the portal accelerator
that Gethic designed.

It should be good for a one-time,

one-way trip back to 1888.

Thank you, Galahad.

My honor and pleasure to
serve you one last time, sir.

We will not meet again,

but it feels good to live my life

knowing that some day
you'll read about it.

Darrington. Darrington.

Um, tomorrow when you go back,

uh, on your birthday...

have a really great day.

Have a great birthday.

I will. Thank you.

Ahoy, ahoy.

Ahoy, ahoy.

Ahoy, ahoy!

Well, that's that.
Tomorrow... he died.

No. Wait, Flynn!

Come and look at this.

Look, it... it's changed.
He doesn't die tomorrow.

Something in his outlook shifted

and he reconnected with his friends.

They spent his birthday with him,

and when he was attacked,

they stood by him and defended him.

He lived to fight another day.

Plenty more days. Look!

He lived another 62 years.

It says after he retired,
he died at the age of 102.

Ha! Darrington Dare.

It says here his final words were,

"I have no regrets.

I look forward only to
the adventures yet to come."

Sounds like a win-win, buddy.

DARRINGTON: "Dear Flynn,
by the time you read this,

I will have been dead
for a very long time.

But in all my years,

I never stopped thinking about you.

You were right about so many things,

but I am right about this thing.

There should only ever be
one Librarian in the Library.

My dying wish, Flynn,
is that you put this right

before it's too late."

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