All language subtitles for TTTThe Librarians S02E02

Hey, nice save on the storm.

Good work. Thank you.
It simply required

an understanding
of the adiabatic lapse rate

as it relates to
the Madden-Julian Oscillation

without losing the thermally
driven circulation.

And a whackload of magic.

We need to get them
back on the road

as soon as possible.
They did good work.

Wouldn't have beat Prospero
without 'em.

We didn't beat Prospero.

He got away,
and he got his book.

I would've gone after him,
but instead...

We made a plan
and executed it together

instead of just charging
into the fog.

But fog is the best part.

Are you... sulking?

No.

Maybe. I don't know.

Yes, I am,

because we had a good thing
going out there, you and me.

Runnin', adventurin'.

Alone. Yes, the alone
parts are the best.

Yes, but for now,

with Prospero on the loose
and Moriarty by his side,

we need all hands on deck.

Hey, three extra Librarians,
we play our cards right,

we can get the drop on the bad guys.
Okay, we can try.

Getting the drop on the bad guys

would be nice for a change.

Work time.
Work, work, work, work, work.

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Rather than go
our separate ways,

our Guardian has convinced me

that this would be
an ideal opportunity

for us to join
our forces together

to try to take out our enemy.

This man... Prospero.

We know. We were there.

Prospero is a Fictional.

In some very rare cases,
a character is so famous,

so well-written,
a play or story is read so often

that the psychic energy
combines with the ambient magic

and allows them to literally
step out of their story.

Prospero the magician,
in theory,

would be very dangerous.

But in the text of
"The Tempest"...

Prospero gives up his magic,

he drowns his book,
he breaks his staff.

However, recent events indicate

that he may be trying
to get his power back.

Which is very unusual
for a Fictional.

Typically, they are bound
by their stories,

lacking free will to choose
their own fate...

Sorry.

Okay, no,
I'll just... Really? Okay.

Okay. Anyway, as I was saying,

Prospero has somehow managed
to find a way

to rebel against his narrative
and reclaim his power.

He has recovered his book, w...
We, -

Which we already know.
Yes, I know!

Meaning that
his next move will be

to find and repair his staff
unless we beat him to it.

All right, I like it.
Startin' on offense.

What do we do?
Well, the staff was broken...

Wow! I'm so sorry. It's just
that I usually do the briefings.

You usually do the rapid fire
conclusions, dramatic reveals,

and all the running about.

Fair enough. Proceed.
Thank you, sir.

So the original staff
was broken in 1611,

right after the first
performance of "The Tempest,"

which is when Prospero
first appeared as a Fictional.

And what happened to the pieces?

That we don't know.

Do we have a copy
of "The Tempest"?

It was published 10 years
after the performance.

There might be some clues
in there.

I believe there's an original
folio in the reading room.

I'm on it. Folio. Reading room.

Where's the read...
You go...

No, let... Stay. I'll do it.
It'd be quicker.

Stone, Ezekiel, why don't you
check the card catalog

and look for any references
to a lost staff?

Cool. We'll check
the library annals, too,

see if any previous Librarians
had any experiences

with the Prosperity bloke.
Prospero.

Whatever.

Someone should also
probably check the magic tomes.

I mean, even if he beats us
to the pieces,

he still needs to reforge it.

That could be
a potential failure point,

and we can get him there.
Very good.

I'll do that.

How... was... that?

Good Plan "A."

Now we need a Plan "B" in case
he gets the staff first.

Any ideas?

Well, I had a pretty good idea
that involved

neither releasing a solar flare
in New York City

nor defacing
what could only be described as

a towering monument
to liberty, but...

Okay, that's in the past.
What matters now is...

Past.

Eve, I know where the staff is.

Unless I missed my guess,
and I never miss my guess,

I can get those pieces
and be back here

in two jiffs of a lamb's tail.

That's a thing, right?

Okay, so we all come with you.
No.

You should send them on Plan "B"

in case I'm wrong,
which I'm not.

But you should come with me.

This isn't just a clever excuse

for us to run off adventuring, is it?
A little bit,

but I also think
it's more strategic planning,

because I guarantee
wherever that staff is,

that's where Prospero will be.

From my text, I summon thee
to serve.

By arts arcane and spirits vile,
come to my side, Moriarty.

So...

This is what the fuss
was all about then?

The Wallace Collection is
significantly more impressive.

And it was descended from
the dreary Vernet family.

A snobbish air
for one so lowly born.

I am the first
of the Fictionals.

I summoned you.
I control you.

Remember that.

And now, little sprite...

help us to find the heart.

Seems your watch is broken.

His senses are befuddled
by this place.

Some magic far beyond his own
obscures the path

that leads to treasure
that we seek.

We'll need another way
to reach our goal.

And here it stands.

A wave upon our shoal.

We go to the nicest places.

Isn't this great?!

This was the estate of John Dee,

mathematician, astronomer,

advisor to Queen Elizabeth I,

also confidante
and contemporary to...

William Shakespeare.

Also, he was a wizard.

Shakespeare had a friend
who was a wizard?

Kinda buried the lede there.

And if Prospero's staff
was broken,

Shakespeare would've wanted
to hide the pieces.

Where better to hide
the pieces from a wizard

than in the home of
another wizard?

400 years the pieces of staff
have been here in this dump?

Shakespeare's power
lay in the narrative

that he wove over the audience.

He would've hid the pieces
as close

to the heart of that power
as possi... ble.

The stage. Eve!

Shakespeare and his players
used to perform

works-in-progress
for John Dee and his friends.

This would've been their stage!

Hey, you actually look good
up there.

Well, you know, there was
a time...

where I fancied
that I might become

a classically trained thespian.

In fact, I auditioned
for "Hamlet" in high school,

and I killed it.

Did you get the part?
I did... not.

I was the stage manager.

But I would've been amazing.

Anyway, Shakespeare would not
have let these fall

into the wrong hands.

He needed some sort of
passcode to make sure...

that they didn't get
discovered...

Words...

that would've never been
spoken on this stage.

Eve, you're a genius!

There is a word,

a word that
no actor, no thespian,

no one steeped in the theatrical
traditions such as Prospero

would ever have uttered unless

they were in a production.

"Macbeth."

"Swear by his sword."

Are we gonna find
magical swords?

'Cause I did not
bring anything for that.

No, that's Act I, Scene V.

Those are the words spoken by
the ghost of Hamlet's father,

usually spoken from
beneath the stage.

The staff is below us.

I've got references

to a bunch
of lost magic staffs in here.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang,
the Staff of Zarathustra,

the Staff of Ra.

Just cross-reference "staff"
with "broken."

How? It's not like
it's a search engine.

What do you mean how...

You... you don't know
how to use a card catalog?!

It's the 21st century,

I don't know how
to shoe a horse either.

All right.

I'm gonna go see how Jenkins is
doing with the folio.

What's going on?!

The doors are locked!

It's the library's
security system.

Alpha level alert,
basic intruder lockdown.

No point pulling on
those doors, mate.

Won't do you any good.

How do you know that?
How do you know that?!

You never pay attention
to anything!

'Cause I read
the security manual...

First thing I do
in any building.

Yeah, but why is it going off?

I mean, that's the only way
into the Library.

There's no intruders in here.

Unless they're already inside

and they're trying
to keep us out.

The only person inside
is Mr. Jenkins.

Why would he wanna lock us out?

'Cause somebody's in there
with him.

Prospero.

He brought the fight to us.

How do you know about
the Library?

The guardians of all treasures
magic and strange?

I've wandered the Earth
for centuries now.

It would be impossible
to not hear of thee.

And now we walk
the path o'power, we three.

Um... I will not aid you.

As a fellow gentlemen
of intellect,

I'd suggest you cooperate.
It'll go easier on you.

Please.

You know, I-I usually resist
playing this card...

Well, at least
in supernatural circles...

Do you know who I am?

You've a trace of an accent
that you hide well,

but not completely.

Something between Germanic
and Celtic,

suggesting Ancient Britain.

From your stature

and the shaking of your fingers
in your sword hand,

the way you stand here unafraid,

I'd venture to say
you were a man of action.

A noted one.

The logical deduction would be

you're a Knight
of the Round Table.

Or were.
A former knight, yes?

Um, well, my point, though, is,

I've been threatened, tortured,

and bullied, bothered, grilled,
menaced long since before

you two were even a glimmer
in your writer's ink pot.

I will never lead you
to your staff.

My staff? 'Tis broken.

Surely that you know.

I came here in pursuit
of bigger prize.

My first staff was forged

of a branch
of the Tree of Knowledge.

I would have another.

And so the Library's heart
is where I've set my eyes.

Cassandra, move.

Forget about it, mate.

If I can't get those doors open,
no one can.

We gotta do something.

All right?
Prospero has got Jenkins.

Nobody knows the Library
like him.

Jenkins would never help him.

Well, he got Jenkins
to lock us out.

Maybe he's able to, like,
control him somehow.

I highly that doubt that.

This is an Alpha alert,
lowest level of security.

If Prospero did have
Jenkins under control,

he'd have set off
an Omega alert,

which means you wouldn't be
about to chop down that door.

You'd be a big pile of ash
in a nice set of work boots.

Jenkins is playing along?

He set a low level security

so they'd think
he was cooperating.

Exactly. An Alpha alert
has that backdoor.

Wait, it does?

Am I the only one that reads
the security manuals?

There's a hidden passcode

in case a Librarian or Guardian
ever needed to get back in.

What is it?!

Well, stop playing
with your phone and find it!

It's simple.

We go to the library,
the local one.

My knees.

It's locked.

With some sort of code.

"The Guns Bind Gab."

Bind... gab.

Words we don't say.

No, "Macbeth" again?

No, there's no quotes
about guns in "Macbeth."

If it's a code, we need
some sort of cypher to solve it.

Unless it's
a self-contained anagram.

I like anagrams.

Guns bind gab.
Guns bind gab.

Nabbed thug sign.

No...

Bathings... bunged.

Now that better not be it.
No.

Bad... begins...

"Things bad begun makes strong
themselves with ill."

"Macbeth," Act III, Scene II.

You were a stage manager
in high school.

I was Lady Macbeth,
and I was amazing.

Act III, Scene II.
Three...

Scene... two.

Get ready, Eve.
Okay.

You're about to feast your eyes

on the pieces
of Prospero's staff.

Smaller than I'd thought.

"Not yet, but soon and long ago.

"I pray your journey

does not end in woe."

Whoa. "The Librarian"?

Some other Librarian
from 400 years ago

beat us here.

Took the staff pieces
and left an annoying note.

If a Librarian left that note,
the staff isn't here...

It's back in the Library.

Docent.
I got it.

Excuse me, ma'am.
Yes, may I help you?

Yes, I need to check out a book.
It's an emergency.

May I please see
your library card?

I-I don't have a card,
but...

well, I'm the Librarian.

You're Jane Stevens?

No. No, no, no, I, um, I'm...

the Librarian.

From a different library.

But I do need to check out
a book.

Any book?

No, the one book that is
in every single library...

"The Complete Works
of William Shakespeare,

Unabridged."
I'm sorry.

Our only copy
was just checked out.

- Hey, hey, excuse me, excuse me.
- Little girl, hi. Hi.

How are you? Listen,
we... we need that book.

I just checked it out.
Yeah, I know, sweetie,

but we need it
for official business.

See, we're the Librarians.

You're not Mrs. Stevens.

No, no, but we do, however,

appreciate your dedication
to learning?

Yeah, it is very admirable.

And we're very impressed
you read such a grown-up book.

Look, we need that book back,
or something very bad

is gonna happen
to a lot of people,

and you don't want that, do you?

Give me 50 bucks.

What?
What?

No, we... we don't wanna
buy it from you.

We just want you to g...
50 bucks.

Now you listen to me,
young lady. We're...

$75.

I like her.

Tick, tick.

You want me to lead you
to the heart of the Library?

Clearly, you are
out of your mind.

Not out my mind.
I am but out my book.

I cannot lead you to
the heart of the Library.

Former Knight or not, I'm sure
with the right inducement...

No, no, I'm sorry,
you misunderstand.

I am literally not capable
of doing it right now.

Shows no signs of lying.

We'll have to look for it
on our own.

And quickly. He's clearly
trying to stall us.

You can look all you want.
You're not going to find it.

The heart of the Library
doesn't even exist

on the same extradimensional
plane as the Library itself.

What don't you forget about it?
Give it up.

I'm sure we could
work something out...

The heart hides
in a separate fold of space?

No wonder our dear friend
was so displaced.

I...

Ariel, take us to the gateway
to the heart of the Library.

You're back!

What?!
You're back!

What?!
You're back!

Hang on.

What? Wait, how did
you teleport back

without using that door?
I can use any door.

You can?
You can't?

We have a problem.
I know.

The staff is here.
Prospero is here.

Wait. What?
Wait. What?

We received this note
from a previous Librarian,

saying that the staff had been
removed from where we thought

it was hidden, and hidden
somewhere in this Library.

Prospero broke in while you
guys were gone. Seriously?!

This is the third time
this place has broken into

since I started working here.

We're gonna have to have
a serious talk

about this so-called
security system.

He made Jenkins put the place
on lockdown. We're shut out.

Okay, nobody panic!

This is an Alpha level alert.
It's an easy fix.

What we need to open
these doors is...

Yeah, we were just about to...
Yes, that.

But to get the passcode,
what we're gonna

have to figure out...
Year, date, day, hour, minute,

divided by the corresponding
coefficient play,

act, scene, word...

I'll have it
in three, two, one...

Portents.

Very good.

I see you've all passed my test.

And if our foes
gain entrance to the library?

They lack Ariel to find
the heart.

If what the knight says is true,
they won't be able to follow us.

Yet perhaps we need some aid.

The brains are yours. Now...

let the brawn be made.

Welcome to Team Fictional.

Jenkins!

What do we do?
Do we thaw him out?

If it's representational magic,

can we symbolically
melt him somehow?

Not if it's a binding spell.

Once in Shanglow,
the city beneath Shanghai,

I was under a binding spell
so powerful that mere thought...

What?

The job's not all about
obscure knowledge, people.

Sir, Prospero's here,
and he has Moriarty with him

and a celestial being
locked inside a pocket watch.

Ariel.
Where is his staff?

He's not after his staff, sir.
He's after something worse,

which I may have compounded
with a tactical error.

It's been that kind of a day.
He's after a new staff,

and he's going to the heart
of the Library to get it.

There's a staff in
the heart of the Library?

No.
Um...

A tree.
The Tree of Knowledge.

The Tree of Knowledge
is the heart of the Library?

If he makes a new staff
from the wood of that tree,

we are powerless against it.

Then we have to get there first.

Jenkins, how do we get
to the heart?

There's an elevator. I've never
been there. I don't...

I have no idea, sir.

That's where the compounded
tactical error comes in.

The Library is, um,
out of order.

Out of order? Would you all
excuse us for a moment?

Ever since the Library returned,
it's been...

How do I say this?
Off.

Off? How?

Rooms missing,
hallways unaccounted for.

I've tried mapping it,
but it's unstable.

It's changing without...
Without any warning.

And... then there are
the missing artifacts.

Whoo.

Library's missing artifacts?

16, last count.

When were you gonna
say something?

Sir, I thought I could
figure it out

before anyone found out.

Tactical error on my part.

Which we will be
discussing later at length.

Yes, sir. However, at the
moment, if that's true,

we don't know how to
get to the heart.

No, but with Ariel,
Prospero does.

It will lead him there.

Okay, assuming I'm reading
these right, and hey,

magical maps, no guarantees,
these rooms haven't shifted.

They're the same
in all the maps.

You're right.
That's the annex.

That's the only actual
connection point

between the outside world
and the Library,

so that stays stable.
And also the antiquities room.

It's the oldest room in this
incarnation of the Library,

the bedrock on which
everything else was built.

And the reading room.

The largest collection
of actual books,

the iconic image of the Library.

Well, three points is all
you need for an intel.

If we triangulate...
Triangulate!

Triangulate the Library,
like a Rubik's Cube.

No matter which way
you twist it or turn it,

the center always stays
the same.

If you can line those up,
you can solve it in seconds.

Six seconds, not to brag.
If you triangulate,

you'll need some sort of
a detection device, Jenkins.

I'm assuming you have...

I have some magical surveying
equipment to track ley lines.

Good, we will triangulate
the Library.

To find the heart, I suggest we
split up. Two people to a room.

Jenkins, why don't you
and Cassandra anchor the Annex?

Yes, sir.
Eve, why don't...

I'll take Stone,
go to the reading room.

You and Ezekiel take antiquities.
'Cause I thought we'd... we'd,

Great.
You and I... Okay.

The sprite has found
the final passage

to the Library's heart.

They've made it to the elevator.

It'll take them
straight to the heart.

If you didn't tell us
something was off

with the Library,
I'm sure you had a good reason.

A reason. Yes.

A good one?

I thought it was me.

Judson always kept the Library
such shipshape,

I...didn't want anybody to know
that I couldn't.

I-I thought, You know,
I'll keep it quiet,

then I'll have a bit of time
to figure it out.

Get the Library to trust me
like it did Judson.

Now, ego... Ms. Cillian,
ego and fear were my reasons.

Whoa! What the...

Don't move.

The antiquity
hall's in the right place,

but the Greek and Roman wings
seemed to have jumbled.

The Spear of Ares

and the Spear of Mars

are only a few feet
from each other.

The helmets of Mercury
and Hermes are almost touching.

And the lightning bolt of Zeus
is out of its case.

Okay, do you know how lucky
we are that this whole place

hasn't blown sky high already?

Very, very lucky.

See, the Romans copied

Greek mythology and they
changed all the names,

so there's two sets
of artifacts.

And if they come into contact,

it is like matter
and anti-matter.

Or like meeting your own
counterpart in the Mirrorlands.

Do you understand that?

If we don't
keep them separate... boom!

This whole room is basically

one big, giant ticking
magical bomb.

Yeah.

Too bad we don't have

one of those big bomb suits?

What is that?
W-why is your eyebrow moving?

All right, this has gotta be
the place.

I'm gonna set up.
Center of the room.

Blank pages.

"Alice in Wonderland."

Love "Alice."
It's one of my favorites.

"Frankenstein."

Off with your heads!

Didn't see that one coming.

Off... with... their... heads!

It's another Fictional.

He summoned the Red Queen
from "Alice in Wonderland."

No, that's the Queen of Hearts.

Red Queen is from
"Through the Looking-Glass."

There's a difference?

Off with their heads,
off with their heads,

off with their heads.

Baird! This is wrong.

In the books, she ordered
the beheadings,

but it clearly states
that they were pardoned.

Don't nitpick the crazy ax lady!

You're sure this is safe?

The Bracer of Agamemnon,
the gauntlets of Athena,

the Helm of Poseidon.
You're all Greeked up.

There is no way that Zeus's
lightning rod will strike you.

I saw that.

What?! I'm getting
comfortable over here.

I'm watching
your show of expertise.

You have never liked me.

Now's not the time for that.

Whoa. I didn't know
that it did that.

Well, if you're okay with it,

can we finally set up

that ley line surveying doo...

Frankenstein's Monster.

What is taking them so long?

Prospero's descended
another level.

When this happens in the movies,
don't they try to, like,

override the elevator
or something?

Indeed, they do, yes,
but in the movies, usually,

the elevators were made
after the Reformation.

Off... with... your head.

Any ideas?

Flynn said
Fictionals don't have free will.

They're bound by the nature
of their story.

Maybe we can use that
against her.

Okay, okay, okay, how does Alice
defeat her in the book?

Well, she doesn't.

She just wakes up.
It's all a dream.

Was worth a shot.

Okay, if we can't beat her,
do we banish her?

Send her back to Wonderland?

The only way to Wonderland's
through the rabbit hole.

Or...

Through the looking-glass.

Okay, you keep her distracted
with Wonderland... stuff.

I'll look for lights.

Off with your... head.

Yah! Ha!

Back! Back, you! Ha! Yah! Back!

Frankenstein's Monster...
He hates fire, right?

In the movie, not the book.

There's a difference?

I hold no hate for fire.

My hate is reserved
for those who abhor me,

meaning thee, man,

who fancies himself
in the image of the divine

and yet vilifies me as monster!

Okay, there's a difference.

The original text
is very long-winded.

If you do not find
my words concise,

take my actions to be so.

I was brought forth
to kill thee.

A-actually, you were not
brought forth to kill.

Seems very kill-y to me.
Shut up.

You only killed
because of despair,

once you'd been abandoned
by your creator,

after you felt that the world
had... had turned on you,

hated you, feared you.

"If I cannot inspire love,
then I will cause fear."

Those were your words.

You never wanted to kill.
You just wanted to belong.

And I refuse to fear you
and I refuse to hate you.

Come here.

Come on.

Hug it out.

Hug it out for humanity.

Yes!

There's no need for violence.

This is how Librarians
solve problems,

with our minds...

and our hearts.

A fool's dream!
Worth a shot. Worth a shot.

Taunt me not
with my heart's desire.

What admiration could even
a single being show

to such a fearsome visage
as mine?

What remedy can there be
for one so foul as me?

Little plastic surgery, maybe!

What?

Actually, he's right.
This isn't the 1800s.

Modern medicine can fix
your... visage.

Yeah, and with that size
and those reflexes,

you ever considered playing
professional sports?

You wouldn't be adored by
a single being.

You'd be adored by millions.

Yeah. Yeah.

Off with your...

Hey, hey, Queen!

You.

You Wonderland girls,
you like wordplay, don'tcha?

Well, here's one for you...

Why is a raven
like a writing desk?

Because there's a "b" in both.

What? There's no... Should've just ran!
Off with your head!

I hope Flynn and Ezekiel
are having an easier time.

So you say I just swipe right?

Exactly.

Hey!
You already have a match.

She's cute.

Now!

Hey, Queenie!

Off with your...

head!

Nothing but a deck of cards.

There. They've made it.

What happens now?

We've triangulated the center.

Okay, the energy
from the ley line

should take us right to it.

I'll stay here
and keep it steady.

I gotta hold it down.

You go.

We've run out of time.
They have reached the heart.

Flynn!

Good.

It's you. You made it.

Yeah, where are we?

The heart of the Library.

The Tree of Knowledge
should be...

Got any knowledge about which
particular tree it might be?

I do not.

Ingenious.

One final defense mechanism.

Hide a single tree
amidst a thousand.

Ingenious, yes,
but no defense from us.

Now take us to it,
my little sprite.

Is it this one?

That is the Tree of Sorrow.

Kay.
What about that one?

That is the
Tree of Righteous Indignation.

All right, how about this one?

That is Abstract Creativity...
Eve, I'll know it when I see it.

I just haven't seen it yet.

You see, this whole forest
is designed

to protect
the Tree of Knowledge.

We don't want it to be easy.

Okay, but we want it to be
easy for us

because the bad guys have
a glowy little sprite

that's gonna lead them
right to it.

We're racing for
a needle in a haystack,

and they've got a magnet.

Well, what do you want
me to do about it?

I want you to stop and think.

God, this is always
the way with you.

Yeah, this is always
the way with me.

For 11 years, longer than
any other Librarian,

it's been my way.

You don't mess
with what's working.

But it isn't working,
not for me.

I'm sorry. My people skills
are a little rusty.

Are you talking about this

or are you talking about this?

Because if you're talking
about this,

maybe now not the best time.

I'm talking about all of this.

I can't live or... or work
by the seat of my pants.

You can't always win
by the seat of your pants.

Well, I haven't lost yet.

Everyone can say that
until they can't.

11 years is beginner's luck
for Prospero.

He's had 500 years to plan
whatever he's up to.

You think you're gonna defeat
that with a 5-minute plan?

Well, 5-minute plan
is better than nothing.

We're either together
or we're not.

We're either a team
or we're not.

It can't be just your way
anymore.

Never mind.
Now there's no time.

Remember when I
said I'd know it when I see it?

Yeah.
I see it.

What?
And I have a "plan."

A plan?
Yeah.

We must be quite near the tree.

Upon its roots,
unless my eyes deceive me.

How do you know that?

The Librarian.

And Guardian.

Duchess!

Pursue her! Quick,
before she runs from view...

whilst I pursue
a reckoning overdue.

Well done, Duchess.
I admire your initiative.

Well, then you're gonna love
my gumption and spunk.

Sadly, I'm afraid they outshine
your tactical sense.

I'm fictional, immortal.

Drop the watch, and I'll simply
dive after it.

Really? You?
Diving off a cliff?

If I remember your book,

that didn't work out
so well for you last time.

I know how your story ends.

It's over, Prospero.
You know I can't let you win.

Win or lose,
the ending is not certain

while pen is still on page
and ink still wet.

Rhyming couplets?
I expected more.

An ending once was thrust
upon my life

by force of will,
of Shakespeare.

Not my own.

He wrote me to renounce
my power's might,

a choice that, but for him,
I'd not have known.

Soliloquy. That's more
what I was expecting.

Hopefully, it won't turn into
a full sonnet.

But now with book and staff
my power restored,

I will reclaim the ending
I was due,

a happy end for me
and all the world.

With magic, I shall make
these ends ensue.

Not without a staff.
Not without Ariel.

I mean, look around you.

There are literally
thousands of choices.

You will never find
the Tree of Knowledge.

No?
No.

Damn.

The Tree of Knowledge
so revealed to me.

Come now, Duchess.
Be reasonable.

If you read my book,

you know my defeat comes at
the cost of Holmes' own life.

He came back.

10 years later,
and he was never the same.

He was so changed, in fact,
that some scholars believe

it was never truly him
but me in a masquerade.

Are you prepared
to take that chance?

Gumption and spunk, indeed.

Very well,
I offer you this treaty.

Return the watch to me
and I give you my word,

I shall quit
this field of battle.

You're Moriarty.
Why should I trust your word?

If you won't trust my word,
Duchess, trust my self-interest.

I dare not return to Prospero
without Ariel.

His wrath would be fearsome,
even for me.

He holds my book and can
destroy me if he so wishes.

Give me the watch, and I can
return to him freely.

Deny it to me, and I'll have to
fight you for it.

And I cannot predict
with any certainty

which of us will walk away
from that.

A truce serves me better
and you.

Q.E.D.

Until next time, Duchess.

Prospero, don't do this, please.
There has to be another way...

And now with staff in hand,
I am...

Reborn!

No, no, no, no, no!

No!

What hast thou done?!

You destroyed
the Tree of Knowledge

just to stop me?

What kind of Librarian
art thou?!

The kind who knows that
sometimes you have to

turn your back on power.

This ending does not fill
the story's page,

but only marks a chapter
on the stage.

I will find another object

with which to wield my rage!

You burned it?

Yeah.

To keep Prospero from it.

Yeah.

Tree of Knowledge...

gone.

What?

Don't be crazy. That's not
the Tree of Knowledge.

That's the Tree of Knowledge.

See, knowledge isn't old
or gnarled or knotted.

It's young, always growing.

That's the thing
about knowledge.

No matter how much
you think you have,

there's always room to grow.

You made Prospero think
the tree was destroyed so...

So that he'd give up.

Defeated a Fictional
with fiction.

Good plan, Librarian.

Just don't remember
what that tree was.

I think it was important.

Yeah, it looks important.

Let's not tell Jenkins.

We won't.
Secret's safe with me.

So I took the liberty of
locking down the Reading Room.

No Fictional will
get in that way again.

You trapped the Queen of Hearts
back in her book,

and Frankenstein's Monster,
per your agreement,

is out in the world.

We'll see how that turns out.

Well, I'd love to say
all's well that ends well,

but this is hardly ended.
Nor has it ended well.

The Library is still
malfunctioning.

Do you know the room that
we could never find a key for?

Yes. What is in there? It is
popping up in every corridor.

And, of course, there's still
the missing artifacts.

And then there's that mystery
note from some past Librarian.

Are we sure the staff isn't
already here in the Library?

Maybe it's one of
the missing artifacts.

I've checked all the annals,
the appointment book.

There's no evidence whatsoever
that any Librarian anywhere

has ever recovered pieces of
Prospero's staff,

or that they wrote that note.

A mystery to remain unsolved,
for now.

Our priorities are clear.
We're going after the artifacts.

Our priority is the Library.

It's broken.
The defenses are down.

We need to tend
to the homefront.

Did you see that list?
There's, like, 16 things on it.

And those are just the ones
that we know about.

They're out there.
They're dangerous.

Prospero looked me in the eye
and said,

"I'm going after
more powerful objects."

We go after the artifacts.

Without a safe Library
to put them in,

what's the point
in finding them?

Without the artifacts,
what's the point of a Library?

Well, I'm... I'm... Excuse me.

I'm gonna go take care of

my desperately not wanting
to be here.

Jenkins, get my adventure bag.

I'm going after the Golden Camel
of Marrakesh. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Stay... stay with us. Let us
plan for what's coming together.

If I stand still,
then I go into my head.

And if I go to my head,
I get lost.

Then let us help you
find your way.

I know my way.

11 years, I've been going
my way. Too long.

This is better, I think.

You stay,
you get ready for Prospero.

I go, find the artifacts,
clean up this mess.

Cover more ground.

Sure.

I'll, um...
see you around, Eve.

Goodbye, Flynn.

Make sure
she takes care of herself.

What makes you think I have any
control over what she does, sir?

But I'll do my best.
Good luck.

Where's Flynn?

He left.

Again?

I mean, shocking.
I'm shocked.

So the Library's security system

could do with a bit
of an overhaul.

Thank you.

And someone should probably
do an inventory

of the entire Library.

I mean, just to make sure that
no other artifacts are missing.

It's not like the Clippings Book
is gonna take a vacation

while we do it, so...

So what do you say, Colonel?

Would you mind a little company?

Sounds like a plan.

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