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Once Upon a Time...

I remember... everything.

I love you.

Henry. You broke the curse.

When I pass the dagger
on to this Guardian,

the Darkness will finally rest.
And I will be reunited with Belle.

Trying to get back to your beloved
has made you the worst version of you.

Hello, Dearie!

Did you really think a
Wish Realm could hold me?

I need to figure
out what my story is.

It's time I figure
out where I belong.

I knew I'd find you.

Don't worry. I got this.

You saved me.

My hero.

Henry?

What're you doing here?

I, uh...

was in the neighborhood.

Thought you could use another
familiar face when you woke up.

Well, thank you.

I don't know what I would've
done without your support.

Isn't he sweet? Like
the brother I never had.

Some scars go
more than skin deep.

And I have a feeling that
one goes right to the bone.

Rumplestiltskin,
what're you doing here?

I come all the way
from the Wish Realm

just to see you, and
that's my welcome?

I don't care what version
of the Dark One you are.

I'm not in the mood
for your games.

Games? I don't have
time for games, Dearie.

I'm here to offer you a deal.

No. All your deals
come with a price,

and I'm not
interested in paying it.

Well, why not?

I can get you a happy
beginning, middle and an end.

Beautiful princess,
sparkling castle,

anything you dream can be yours.

Thanks, but I'll be all right.

Perhaps.

Don't threaten me.

Not a threat, Dearie.

An observation.

But good luck.

If things don't improve,
consider this a standing offer.

I'll be here for you...

always.

No need. I know your tricks.

You make people feel desperate
so they start losing hope.

- Hmm. And think that
doing the wrong thing

is their only option.

I'll find my happy
ending the right way.

I don't need your help.

We'll see about that.

Okay.

One hot cocoa with
cinnamon for my daughter.

And one drink
special for my wife.

My mom calls it
"The Weed Killer."

I love it. Especially
the plant sprig.

- How about a toast?
- Oh, good idea.

To being together.

We can drink to
that too, and eat to it.

We brought some
of Sabine's beignets.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

Hey, Alice. How's your father?

He should be discharged from
the hospital and back home today.

So, things are starting
to look right-side up.

- Ah, I'm glad.
- Yeah. Us too.

- How about we all get some food?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yes.

Hey, Remy, will you
take those to the bar?

- Do I smell beignets?
- Mm-hmm.

- Sure!
- Hey.

Uh, not to ruin the fun,
but I just wanted to check-in.

See if you've
heard from Facilier?

Uh, no, I haven't.

You think we should be worried
that he might be up to something?

I don't know.

- Starfish?
- Yes, Papa. It's me.

It's uh, it's nice
to hear your voice.

Try looking across the street.

Now, I know I can't
come any closer.

Not without putting you
back in that awful hospital but,

- I did want to see you.
- Yeah, I know. It's okay.

How are you? How's Robin?

Yeah, good. Great.

We uh, just come
back from a party.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. Everyone sends
their best.

We were celebrating
the end of the curse and...

everyone being together.

Yeah, sounds fun.

Yeah, it was.

But...

then I started thinking
about, how no curse...

you and me...

well, we can't be together.

I know it's hard right now but
it won't be like this for too long.

I promise you. I will
find a way to fix this.

Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too, Starfish.

Samdi?

Are you in here?

Facilier?

Gold.

What happened to you?

Did Facilier do this?

I'm sorry, Regina.

Facilier's dead.

I'm afraid my alter-ego
from the Wish Realm

made an unexpected appearance.

He's here?

The hell does he want?

Wow! They look delicious, Luce.

- Wow!
- They're to make up for all

the celebrations we
missed because of the curse.

So, is everyone
ready to make a wish?

You know, this whole story started
years ago with a wish on a cupcake.

When my mom wished not to
be alone and we were reunited.

And now, finally, I'm
reunited with my family.

Honestly, I don't even know what to
wish for because I just got everything

I could ever want.

Me, too.

All right. Here we go.

Ella? Lucy?

I'm afraid you're not gonna
be able to find them, Dearie.

At least not without my help.

What happened?

Where're my family?
What did you do to them?

Well, I sent them
back to my home.

In the Wish Realm.

Rather ironic, don't you think?

An entire world
created by a wish.

They can be quite
powerful things.

Why are you doing
this? What do you want?

- I - know you don't remember,

but I warned a younger
version of you once

that you'd never get your
happy ending without my help.

So now, I'm gonna
prove my point.

- How?
- By striking a deal, of course.

If you ever want to see your family again,
you're gonna get me something I want.

My lesser half's copy,
of the Dark One Dagger.

He, he's determined to surrender
his dagger to some Guardian

and I can't let that happen.

It won't just destroy
his power, you see?

It will destroy mine, too.

Love has poisoned him.

Love is a weakness
and he's infected.

What makes you think I
can get it? That I would get it?

I think we both know
the answer to that, Dearie.

You're motivated.

I prey on desperate
souls, remember?

And right now, with
your family gone,

that soul...

is you.

Sounds like this Rumple is even
more dangerous than the last,

- if he got the better of you.
- His victory is temporary.

- My revenge won't be.
- Our revenge.

You're not the only
one he hurt today.

To revenge, then. A companion
we all know far too well.

I'm glad I found you.

Henry. What's wrong?

Rumplestiltskin
took Lucy and Ella.

He said he's gonna keep
them in the Wish Realm until I...

until I give him the
Dark One Dagger.

I should have seen this coming.

You don't have to worry, Henry.

We're gonna get your
family back. Together.

So what are you suggesting?
I give up the dagger?

No, of course not.

We don't negotiate
with villains.

We kick ass and protect
the people we love.

That'd actually make a
pretty good family motto.

But right now, my family
is stuck in the Wish Realm

and we have no way

- to get to them.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don't be so sure
about that, lad.

The Wish Realm was my home
port and I may have a route back.

I never thought
I'd say this again.

Captain Hook is
ready to go back home.

There you are. Thought
you'd be out celebrating.

The curse is
broken, Your Majesty.

People should be
cooking beignets for you.

Cooking helps me clear my head.

Or at least it used
to help Sabine.

It's a crazy thing, isn't it?

Remembering who you really are.

But that is just it.

I don't know who I am.

I mean, yesterday I was
Sabine and all I had to worry

about was the price of butter.

And then the curse breaks
and now I'm Tiana and...

I was a...

- I mean, I was...
- A queen.

It's okay to say it.

Well, I sure
don't feel like one.

A real queen would be
out there helping her people

and I'm hiding in
here, stress baking.

I mean, I was cursed a
really long time. Maybe I just...

forgot how to be Tiana.

Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

Did you forget yesterday?

You can call yourself Sabine
or Tiana or anything you want,

but the woman who risked
her life for me, that was a queen.

Was my queen.

- You always did have a way
with words, Prince Naveen.
- Hmm.

The good news is,
Rogers was right.

Alice did have a looking glass in
her boxcar amongst other things.

Well, my daughter
was always a pack rat.

- What's the bad news?
- Well, it's cracked.

Which means it's possible
its magic may not work.

Ah, there's only
one way to find out.

As long as you understand.

Taking on this Rumplestiltskin
in his own patch won't be a walk

in the park.

He'll make sure of that.

You think he's expecting us?

Well, I would and I'd prepare
something unpleasant.

Well, hey, listen. Maybe
I should do this alone.

Stop it, Henry.

You're not leaving
your mother behind.

We're all with you till the end.

All right, one last
grand adventure.

Let's go get your family.

Hook?

Gold?

What happened to them?

I'm not sure.

But we've got bigger
things to worry about.

Where are we?

Rumple's castle.

The Wish Realm edition.

Looks a lot darker
than the original.

By the looks of it, a few things have
changed since the last time I was...

- here.
- Yes they certainly have.

Peter Pan?

What happened to you?
What happened to this land?

Yes. My son happened.

He never forgives
and he never forgets.

Guess neither of us grow up.

Your son took my family. I
need to know where they are.

Your guess is as good as mine.

But I recommend you abandon
all hope of finding them and leave.

Because all good things
come into my son's castle...

they never come out.

Still no sign of Roni or Henry.

And if this place is part of the Wish
Realm, I've certainly never been to it.

Well, I can't account
for the others...

but I know exactly where we are.

This is my old home...

or at least this
realm's version of it.

I never wanted to
see this place again.

Which is why we're here.
This Rumple's pushing buttons.

He cracked Tilly's looking
glass to manipulate exactly

where we all ended up.

And this detour is meant to...

To remind me of when
I became a coward.

I used this to hobble myself...

to avoid fighting
in the Ogre's War.

But this is one battle I
won't back away from.

If this Rumplestiltskin wants a fight,
that's exactly what he's gonna get.

Hey, look, you tried
that once before,

and you ended up as insulation
in a voodoo doctor's wall.

So what do you propose we do?

This realm is my home.

I know a place where
we can go to get help.

My old hideout. I, I
know, it's a bit cluttered,

but it is beachfront property.

All this created by a wish.

We're all created somehow.

Make no mistake,
I'm as real as you.

I wouldn't dare
suggest otherwise.

Good! Because the Wish version of you seems to
be creating real problems for everyone here.

Can we get to the
solution you promised?

Because all I see is a cave
where booze goes to perish.

Truth is...

this is where I
came to do the same.

I gave up on ever
being reunited with Alice.

If it wasn't for a good friend, I might
never have charted the right course again.

Ariel.

Many years and pounds

have passed since I
last saw you, Captain.

Look out! The Dark One!

Perhaps you should bring your
fish-tailed friend up to speed.

Uh, short version, Ariel.

Looks like the
villain, but isn't.

The truth is, I'm here to help
rid this place of the Rumple you...

rightly fear.

We were hoping that you might
be able to give us some advantage.

You don't happen to
have some squid ink

that we could use
to defeat our foe?

I may have... saved a few drops.

Use it wisely, Hook.

There are a lot
of lives at stake.

Maybe this is the wrong place.

If Wish Rumple really had Ella
and Lucy here, why isn't it guarded?

I think you may have
spoken too soon.

Never took the Dark
One for an animal lover.

Let's not confuse who
tugs the leash 'round here.

Hello, darling.

Cruella de Vil.

Well, I thought you were
above being Rumple's lapdog.

I'm not anyone's anything.

I was just promised a couple of
new furs for a fun evening of killing

whoever came
knocking at the door.

Oh! Then again,

perhaps, we can strike a
bargain for you to be my chew toy.

Fancy a little scratch
behind the ear, darling?

Twisted's not really my type.

Your loss!

I got this.

I mean surely,
such a noble group

wouldn't murder an
unarmed woman, hmm?

Oh, no, of course not.

But we would certainly
tighten your leash.

Now...

be a good girl and tell me
where Rumple put Henry's wife

and daughter.

Your little mutts
are in the dungeon.

But knowing where they
are and freeing them,

is a completely
different animal.

I hear their voices.

Ella! Lucy!

Daddy!

Daddy, help us, please!

Yes.

Well, you wanted a happy ending.
Now you can stick yours on a shelf.

You magicked them
in. I can magic them out.

Wrong, Dearie. This
bauble is unbreakable.

No one can set them free but me.

And given that I don't want
to, inside they shall stay.

- They don't deserve this.
- You've only got yourself
to blame.

I told you you'd get your family
back when you brought me the dagger

but you tried to cheat
the terms of our deal.

My grandfather needs that
dagger to get back to Belle.

I can't trade my happy
ending for his. It's not right.

Blah, blah, blah. Blathering
your misguided nonsense!

And you want to trade
your happiness for his?

And people say I'm crazy.

We're not trading anything.

We'll figure out another
way to get them out.

Yeah, maybe you
will, maybe you won't.

But the real question
is, will you do so in time?

- What?
- Dad!

- What've you done?
Added some incentive.

The globe will be filled
with snow by midnight.

And in this fairy tale, your Cinderella
won't lose a coach or a dress.

She and your
daughter will lose...

their lives.

Mom, stop. You're
making it worse.

It's going to be fine, Henry.

They're freezing in there.

I'll find a way to get them out.

It may not be quite
as simple as that.

The magic that created this
prison cannot be undone like that.

The only way to
free your family...

is by going after
Rumplestiltskin himself.

No. No, he'll just
make it worse for them.

You don't want to use your mother's
magic, or your grandfather's plan.

What do you suggest, mate?

I suggest that we consider
the one sure way to save them.

No.

We give up the dagger if it's
the only way to save my family.

- It's not an option.
- Why not?

Because I seem to remember
that you were willing to cast a curse

when it came to taking
care of your own son.

- Henry. You're better than that.
- Maybe.

But maybe it's time
that we all ask ourselves

who really deserves
their happy ending?

You're letting your emotions
cloud your judgment.

The Captain and I have already
found a way to gain the upper hand.

So you stay here
and I'll deal with him.

We're just letting him go?

What if he's really going to
cut his own deal with Rumple?

- I'll go with him. Make sure he's stays honest.
- You don't have any magic.

I'll go.

There's a library
in this castle.

Find a spell that'll work
on that snow globe...

before it's too late.

We really do hate this place.

Bane of our existence, Dearie.

And yet, after everything
we've been through to escape it,

all you want to do is give up
our power and drag us right back.

Might as well hobble
both our legs this time.

I didn't come here
to revisit history

or repeat it.

Of course, I know that.

I know you. I am you.

You're looking for a loophole

to help your grandson and his
family escape their frosty predicament.

Or perhaps you don't
know me or yourself,

quite as well as you think.

That's not the loophole
I'm here to discuss.

Really?

I've been trying to rid myself of my copy
of the dagger for quite some time now.

And every time I try
to do it the right way,

by giving it to someone
pure, it's always a burden.

A corrupting force.

And foisting that
onto an innocent?

Well, that can never be right.

Indeed, that is a sticky wicket.

But you...

you want the Darkness.

Giving it to you...

I'm not spreading it, I'm
not burdening anyone.

I think the real loophole I've
been looking for all this time...

is you.

So...

you want to make a deal,

and give me the dagger now.

What could possibly
have changed?

Well, I've finally realized the
one enemy I can never defeat...

is myself.

So, you take the dagger...

and all the Darkness
that goes with it,

and I get to go free and get
the happy ending I deserve.

Well, it's not exactly the way I
expected this to play out but I'll take it.

Squid ink.

Now who's weak?

This can't hold me for long.

It doesn't have to.

You see, you made a
miscalculation bringing me here.

It did remind me of my weakness,
but not because of that hammer...

because of you.

You see, without Belle...

you are just a pathetic beast who
needs to be put out of his misery.

And I'm the only
one who can do it.

You do that and you will never
see your precious Belle again.

If that means ridding
the realms of you,

that's a risk I'm
willing to take.

Regina!

- What the hell are you doing?
- Get out of here.

Too late. Impeccable
timing, Dearie.

That dagger was never
why I was after Henry.

- What? Haven't
you figured it out?

Thought the hammer would
have jogged your memory.

The day we hobbled ourselves,

we met a seer...

and she gave us a prophecy.

Beware, Rumplestiltskin.

The boy will be my undoing.

Yes.

And today's the day that
prophecy finally comes to pass.

I think I just figured out
a way to save my family...

without handing over the dagger.

Well, that's great news. Well,
what, what do we need to do?

- There's no time. I have to go.
- Yeah, of course. I'm coming
with you.

- No, I can do this on my own.
- But you don't have to.

No, you're not doing this alone.

I was afraid you'd say that.

I'm sorry but if you knew where
I was going, you wouldn't help.

You'd try to stop me...

and no one is stopping me.

Turn around, brigand.

Do not be fooled.

I am blind, but my
sword is still sharp.

I can see that.

And you can put it
down. I'm not here to fight.

I'm here for the Author's pen.

You should be warned, lad.

That pen is a dangerous thing.

I know all about
it, and I don't care.

I care.

I have fought many
a battle protecting it.

Some of which have
cost me a great deal.

But I will not
relinquish it to anyone

other than a True Author.

And there hasn't been one of those
in this realm for a very long time.

I'm not from this realm.

Look,

it's a long and
complicated story

but basically, in another land,

I am the True Author.

Now, I need my pen. So whatever
test you have to put me through

to figure that out, do it.

As you wish.

That is indeed a
complicated story.

The timelines alone,
would make one's head spin.

Only a True Author
could weave such a tale.

- So, what? So, that's the test?
- It is.

You see, every story an
Author has ever written,

lives in his heart.

You have done good work.

Could use a little more
romance, perhaps, but...

maybe in your next book.

So then I passed?

It is an honor to meet you.

Likewise.

So, where's the pen?

In its rightful place.

Look to your hand.

Thank you.

I noticed you haven't
written in quite some time.

So I must remind you,

the Author's true job,

is to record the stories,
not to create them.

So no matter how many stories you have
already written, you must choose each time,

how you will use the pen.

Choose wisely...

Henry.

Finally, it's filthy in here

and Dalmatian
is a bitch to clean.

Try a dry cleaners.

I'm not gonna let you out but
you do have something I need.

This pen requires a special
kind of ink that's pretty hard to find.

But I happen to know
the one place it still exists.

No. No!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

I will skin you alive for this!

I'll take that.

And that.

You see?

Press the right buttons and
anyone will do what you want.

Even the Truest Believer.

You were after the pen.

Plot twist.

Whatever you have
planned, it won't work.

Only the Author can use it.

And I don't care what you do to
me, I'll never write a word for you.

But I will.

Hello, Henry.

You're, you're Wish Realm me.

Surprised? There's
versions of other characters.

Why shouldn't
there be two of us?

If you're any version of me, you
should know that this is wrong.

I am you...

except for one difference.

None of my wishes
ever came true.

You made a deal with him.

Well, it's what I do.

When you said I wouldn't
get my happy ending

without your help, you
weren't talking about me.

You were talking about him.

Po-tay-toh, po-tat-toh.

How could you do this?

I tried finding my
happiness the right way...

but I got desperate.

Looks like you did, too.

And now that we've gotten
to know each other uh,

what do you say, Henries?

I think it's time we
started a new story.

Mine.

Oh, God.

Henry.

Your Majesty.

It's been a while since you killed my
grandparents with your bare hands.

- Back to try and finish off
the family?
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

- That wasn't...
- Such pain.

Such anger. I'm riveted.

Aren't you riveted?

No.

- The Author's pen. How?
- I screwed up, big time.

Hook, I'm sorry I hit
you. Mom, I'm just...

I'm sorry.

What's he gonna write?

Look, whatever deal
you made with him,

you do not have to honor it.

Trust me, there's
always a loophole,

and I'll help you find it.

Why would I break a deal

that's gonna give
me what I want?

Smart boy.

And now, we must attend
to my humble needs.

We have immortality
and power, you and I,

and you want to
throw it all away

for both of us
just to get to Belle.

Well, I'm afraid, in the
stroke of a pen, Dearie,

I'm gonna make sure

you never see her again.

Don't do this. We can help you.

This isn't the right path
for you. You know that.

Take a letter, boy.

It goes something like this.

"The powers of the Guardian...

- No. No, no, no.
- Are no more."

Done.

Well written. My eternity feels,

eternal again. Oh-ho-oh.

And now...

enjoy a taste of winter
in your tiny prison.

Henry!

Where'd they go?

I reunited Henry and
the others with his family.

Bound to be quite the reunion.

Then why am I still here?

Because we're finally back
to what I'm getting out of this.

I watched you crush
my grandparents' hearts

and take away my mom.

And that story still
needs its ending.

Oh, look.

There's a one-bedroom
right here in the Heights.

It looks pretty good
in the pictures. See?

Don't need to see it. I love it.

If it comes with a built-in
Margot, that's all I need.

Ah!

- Tilly.
- God!

- Are you okay?
- Oh God!

- What's wrong?
- I don't know.

- Something's changed.
- What?

My father and the others,
they're, they're in danger.

- Something's wrong
in the Wish Realm.
- Are you sure?

Yeah. We have to go.

They need our help.

I'm sorry. There's not
enough beignet magic

- in the world to open a portal.
- No, you must have something.

Or maybe as queen,

you can help us find some magic?

Right.

Queen.

Folks, please listen.

Our people, our friends
are in trouble and...

Hey! Everyone, listen up.

These two young women
are known to many of you.

They need to get to the Wish
Realm to help others, perhaps,

even save lives.

You may not feel
that you can help but...

I think you can.

You may have a pair
of silver slippers or,

a magic hat or a bean,

something you haven't
thought of in years.

Find it.

Your realm needs you.

Your Queen... needs you.

Your Majesty?

Remy?

- Do you have something?
- Years ago,

before the curse,

I was preparing a cassoulet...

and I found this.

A magic bean.

I hid it in case I
ever needed it,

but after what you just said,

I want you to have it.

Thank you.

Do you want to come
with us? Ah, no, thank you.

I should stay here and
watch over my people.

These are some
strange times and...

they need their Queen right now.

No, no curtsies or bows.

Come on.

All right. So...

Thanks for loaning the truck.

Good luck in the other realm.

Thanks. We may need it. But
we're gonna make a quick stop first.

Where? Where are you going?

To get help from some friends.