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Real.

Real.

Real.

Not real.

Hey, whatchu doing?

Ah, Charlie is testing me on my comprehension

of the major cultural, political and scientific figures

of the last couple hundred years

in a game I love to call...

'Real or Not Real.'

In the 'Real' pile we have...

Harry Houdini, Marie Curie.

And the 'Not Real' pile?

Sherlock Holmes, Olaf. Nice.

So Charlie, how did I perform?

Top marks as always, sir. And for the final card?

Ah, yes.

I always struggle with this particular card.

I'll give you a hint. If it's a bear and it talks,

it's usually...

Not real.

Yes, of course, my old friend Paddington.

But of course, no true member

of the species Tremarctos ornatus...

that spectacled bear in a common tongue...

What are you doing?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Just putting some stuff in here.

But my study.

Was your study.

But my study, my retreat, my inner sanctum.

And I'm co-opting it into an IT space.

Vik, learn to share.

Can you believe that?

Yeah.

They're actually cooperating.

Which reminds me, sir.

The other day when we defeated the Ballet Witch,

Connor and Lysa went out to celebrate

without inviting us.

Ah. So you're feeling...

What's the expression?

Like you haven't been invited

to the popular table of the cold kids.

It's cool kids.

And no, I don't care about that.

It's just studies show that spending downtime

with your team increases efficiency in the field,

which decreases the chance of them making a mistake

that could endanger you.

So you're upset that Lysa and Connor didn't invite you out

for drinks because you're worried about me.

Yeah.

Or could it be that you simply want

Lysa and Connor to like you?

Well...

They already like me.

Respect you, then.

There's nothing wrong with seeking the respect of your peers.

Not that I've ever needed to do so.

Okay.

So this is the last of it,

except for a couple more boxes.

A couple more boxes.

I'm sorry, there are rules about this sort of thing.

Ah. Rules schmuls.

Schmuls?

What sort of argument is schmuls?

Lysa needs space for her lab stuff,

her tech stuff, her stuff-stuff.

And don't you have stuff-stuff?

Ah. No.

It's all in here.

Charlie, uh...

I need a magic door to Caucasylvia.

Why Caucasylvia?

Where is Caucasylvia?

Caucasylvia is a landlocked

republic in Central Eastern Europe.

I'm giving Vik a history lesson.

There's this cool story about a missing king.

Wait.

Just the two of you?

Just the two of us.

Fine.

But I'm coming with you.

That would make...

three.

I know what you two are like.

He's a maverick and you're a rules schmules-er.

If I don't keep an eye on you,

you'll wind up doing something reckless and un-librarian like.

Me? No.

Never.

Well, let them go on their own.

It sounds like it's going to be incredibly boring.

Let's go have brunch instead.

Lysa, I...

I can't just abandon my responsibilities

to go have brunch with you in some lovely cool restaurant

hanging out like...

friends and...

Don't break history.

Don't get killed.

Can we get croissants?

That magic door...

really is a marvel.

What do you know about the Cold War, Vik?

Oh, Connor.

I have experienced many cold wars.

Oh.

Once, I was embedded with a platoon of Hussars

in Siberia during wintertime.

Now, there was an icicle, very pointy, very stiff

rammed straight up into my...

No, no, no. Not that sort of cold.

It means a war of espionage and soft power.

- Ah. - Spies, not soldiers.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

Here she is.

The royal train of King Kavod.

The setting for the unsolved mystery of the missing monarch.

Come on.

Caucasylvia was an anomaly in the Cold War.

All across Europe, there were rebellions and revolutions,

but Caucasylvia remained an absolute monarchy

with a tyrant king, King Kavod III.

Until he mysteriously disappeared on this train,

on this day, at this hour, 48 years ago precisely.

Happy anniversary, Your Majesty.

No one knows what happened to him.

Although there was a rumor about an evil fairy.

But isn't there always?

Hmm.

Although you are not happy,

I would not class you as evil.

Intriguing.

So many lovely plates of lovely things.

This looks lovely.

Isn't...

Isn't everything lovely?

Yeah. Can we just get this, please?

Ah two.

Um, yeah.

It's just so great to hang out. Just... Just the two of us.

Me too.

Just us girls. Ugh.

Exactly. Just us girls.

Talking about girly things.

And speaking of girly things...

I can't help but notice that Vikram's painting

of Anya looks just a little like me.

And now, I'm not a natural believer in occult weirdness,

but I am wise enough to...

trust my eyes.

And according to my eyes,

I have seen unknown science work...

Magic.

I have seen unknown science work at least twice now.

And I gotta ask you,

Charlie, am I a conjured ghost from the past?

Am I Anya? Is Anya me?

Are we divided time spirits? Clones? Changelings?

Am I trapped in a cursed mirror and this is just a dream?

No.

Anya is your great ancestor from back in Vikram's time.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, that's fine.

Wait. Wait.

Why does Vikram keep staring at the painting?

Like, staring, staring?

Because he loves her.

What?

Vikram is in love with my...

great-great-however manygreats-grandmother?

I thought you knew.

No. Ew, no.

Wait, did you only invite me to brunch to pump me for intel?

It's from Mrs. A.

"Please pop by the annex when you have a moment,

i.e. now."

Oh, oh, ah, sorry.

Here we go.

King Kavod was totally paranoid.

He knew how hated he was.

So he put in all these wacko security protocols,

food tasters, secret passages, bullet-proof bed sheets.

Oh.

- Oh? - Oh.

I think I have deduced what our screaming friend here is.

This is no mere trinket carved by mortal hands.

This is a time sprite,

magically calcified by some great power. But how?

And what was that power?

The clock's turning anti-clockwise.

- Ghosts? - Ghosts.

Mrs. A?

Mrs. Asalot?

She left a Post-It.

"Check the pendulum."

Ah, ah, ah.

Greetings, Charlie.

Sir, the pendulum's got a lock on a magical event.

Get this.

It's moving.

The pendulum's following a moving artifact.

Do you have any idea what it could be?

Well, my guess would be...

a train.

If my deduction is clear.

This is the exact hour of the exact day of the anniversary

of King Kavod's disappearance.

And it's why time is bleeding around us now,

trapping us on board the king's royal train.

This didn't happen last year.

This is the first year

since magic was released back into the world.

Okay, what's the blue stuff around the train?

A spirit field, a membrane between realities.

And this field is quite solid.

Extremely solid.

Now, we have to stop this train before it does any real damage.

I am not counting trees today as any real damage.

I'm just not.

I think that was a barn.

The train line used to go this way in the '70s.

The ghost train must be following the ghost route.

Oh.

That's nasty.

She's so clammy. What is that, like fairy magic?

No, this is a haunting.

Well, almost.

These are memory ghosts, not ghost ghosts.

One can tell by the patina of smoke they emit.

What's the difference?

Ah, ghost ghosts must be deceased.

A memory ghost may be living or dead.

But it's the memory of them

that becomes trapped in the spirit field.

They can neither see, hear, nor hurt us.

Now, I propose I investigate the engine room

and see if I can stop this locomotive

while you survey the back of the train.

- Agreed? - Sure.

So, we're safe?

Oh, yes.

Apart from hurtling at breakneck speed

in an out-of-control ghost train,

we are perfectly safe.

Oh, God.

Bell. Bell.

I don't have a bell, man. I'm sorry.

Oh.

Same clock as before.

It's a time loop.

Several minutes of memory stored

within the very fabric of this train.

Memory ghosts from 48 years ago reliving a pivotal moment

of their lives over and over again.

Time is running haywire in these carriages.

But the train's engine

is running on some sort of displaced time energy,

and there's no way of stopping it.

Wait, wait. Hold on.

The man in uniform was dying in the car back there,

and now he's getting shot in here.

The loops are not playing in order.

Perhaps if we can make sense of them, hmm?

They're talking now,

but in ten minutes, she's gonna shoot him.

Hmm. Interesting.

Vic?

This is King Kavod!

The dying man back there,

he had a stomach wound. He must be Kavod, too.

This woman shot King Kavod.

Well, will shoot him, did shoot him.

And if we can find out why,

then perhaps we can unravel the mystery of the missing king

and stop this train. But...

who is she?

Well, we can at least deduce

that she did not like the Tyrant King!

But then of course I could be wrong.

They're lovers, not mortal enemies?

The clock says 4:22.

We are moving further back through events!

King Kavod really liked that clock.

It's identical in every carriage.

Oh, come.

The solution to the puzzle of this story

lies at its beginning! Sorry.

4:19. We're getting earlier.

The man is a bag of nerves. See his gnawing upon his nails.

He knows his reign is about to end.

Hmm.

Your Majesty.

It's an honor to finally meet you in person.

I must say I'm touched

that a member of the famed British intelligence service

would dirty her hands with an off-the-post job

for the Tyrant King like me.

Well, everyone has their price.

They're meeting for the first time?

How did she go from this to kissing him to shooting him?

Can't a girl get a please?

It was not an easy item to secure, Your Majesty.

You may wish to confirm its authenticity.

I do.

Is that a...

Not a fairy. Not quite.

This is a time sprite.

If the artifact is genuine,

the sprite will be overcome by the energy it emits,

like a canary in a mine.

Isn't that right, my little canary?

The king was interfering with time.

That explains the time loops.

This is real.

And it's mine.

Our fairy is that fairy.

That's so sad.

Can we turn it back?

The nectar of Niobe will revitalize a time sprite.

Unfortunately, I do not make a habit of carrying

such a remedy on my person.

I know my people hate me.

I know my enemies are closing in

and my time upon the throne is drawing to an end.

But with this artifact,

under my control, I can rewrite everything.

Now, my reign will never end.

Vik, we need to find out what's inside that case.

Did someone just fall off the roof?

Follow me.

Vik, look!

Another clock!

Who puts a clock on the roof?

Did you see that?

Upon the chimes, the spirit field phased out momentarily.

Couplings, couplings, couplings...

Who is she?

Such an enigma,

We must discover which time artifact

our mysteriously lady traded with King Kavod.

Our next step, therefore, is to uncover who she is.

How do we do that?

By turning the strange quirks of time

upon this train to our advantage.

To use a sporting analogy, Connor.

We're going to an action replay.

Let's go back!

In the carriage beneath us,

I saw the king's henchman

checking our mystery agent's identity papers.

If we rewatch the scene from a different perspective,

we may glean her identity for ourselves.

Follow.

Don't fall.

Papers.

Can't a girl get a please?

Quick, what is written thereon?

Ava Ryba.

I can't believe I lost my librarian.

And on my third mission.

He's not lost.

He's just on a chronologically

challenged time-looping memory train,

and we're not.

I'll be back on the waiting list.

What waiting list?

I was invited by the library to try to be a guardian.

Me and...

three other candidates.

But when I met the librarians and saw the library, I...

I knew this was my destiny.

You know, this is where I'm meant to be.

But when the trials were over,

the other three got invited to stay,

and I didn't make the cut.

I don't know what I did wrong.

That's awful.

But then Stone called me and asked me to look after Vikram.

And I have a second chance to prove myself.

The second chance, Lysa,

is my last chance, and I'm messing it up.

- Sir? - We have a lead.

A British spy calling herself Ava Ryba.

I need you to find out if she's still alive,

and if so, what artifacts she brought on board

this haunted train.

Copy, sir. I won't let you down.

Ava Ryba has to be a fake name.

If we could find a list of spies...

I'm sure I saw a whole section over here.

Ah, British Cold War Intelligence. Got it.

Yes.

Okay. Agent code names.

Aha.

The pseudonym of undercover agent Bella Goodridge.

Status, living.

Okay. Uh...

Is there an address?

Uh, no, but think. She would be in her, what,

seventies now?

Which means she'd be entitled to a military pension.

Ah, British military pension recipients.

Here.

Those payments...

Aha. Bella Goodridge.

Pension paid to Riverside Drive Residential Care Home,

Sussex, England.

I'll fire up the door.

At some point, the king must have taken

the artifact out of its case.

If we could just locate that part of the story.

Vik, look.

Remember you said Kavod was gnawing his nails before,

but look at them now. They haven't been bitten.

But this loop comes after the loop where he was biting them,

and they can't have regrown that fast, so...

Oh.

That's it.

The paranoid king.

The wacko security protocols.

This is his double.

There were rumors that Kavod used a double

to perform his public duties.

So the British spy's in love with King Kavod's double.

"Everyone has a price," she said.

What if that price was his freedom?

Don't you just love love?

Oh, that's good.

Mrs. Goodridge?

We're from the... the library.

Bella?

Mrs. Goodridge?

Sorry. Are you sleeping?

Wait! Ah! Ah!

Now, really?

What idiot sends in children to do a woman's job?

- Bella Goodridge? - Bella Goodridge?

The man you love in exchange for the artifact I need?

I'll even give you a couple moments alone

to sample the goods.

Enjoy.

Oh, Nikolai.

I've missed you so much.

What price is my freedom, Bella?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Don't you just love love?

I hate to break the lovebirds up,

but if the lady would follow me.

This must be the moment.

My apologies for offering such an ungracious welcome.

When I realized I had a member of the military outside my door,

I had rather feared my past was catching up with me.

How'd you know I was military?

The way you walk.

If you want to work undercover, my dear,

you best learn to lose that military quick-step.

But the last thing I expected

was for you to ask me about King Kavod's damn train.

Which agency are you with, by the way?

The library.

You won't have heard of it.

Well, there are so many code names these days.

What are you?

SIS?

CIA?

More Dewey Decimal.

Well, you won't believe this,

but the train?

It's come back to life.

Oh.

I'll believe it,

knowing what I left on board it.

What did you leave on board, Bella?

The scythe of time.

The scythe of time.

- The scythe of time. - The scythe of time.

Oh.

The scythe of time is the actual scythe

Old Father Time hands over every New Year's Eve

to the New Year's baby.

The personification of the old year becoming the new.

Over the course of that year, Baby New Year grows

to geriatric old age, becoming Father Time himself,

before passing on the scythe to the new New Year baby,

and so on and so on.

Like this?

Y eah, whoever has the scythe can use it to talk

to their past selves.

Just like Father Time talks to Baby New Year.

The scythe is the link.

So if you were a hated king

whose rule was on the verge of collapsing, you could...

send a message to all of your younger yous,

stop them from making the same mistakes.

Change the past.

Own the future.

You'd be unstoppable.

What did Kavod do with the scythe?

Well, as far as I know, he never used it.

It's still on the train.

I think I've changed my mind

about releasing Nikolai from my service.

Finding another double,

one with such a perfect likeness,

it's once in a lifetime coincidence.

I've given you the scythe.

Yes.

You've given it to me, whether I let Nikolai go or not.

Except you don't have it. Not yet.

That's not the real scythe.

It killed the time sprite.

The scythe of time is right here.

On the train, yes. But not in your hands.

I knew you'd betray me, so I stowed aboard last night

and hid the scythe somewhere in these carriages.

I will tell you where the real scythe is the moment

we are both safely off this train.

Why do you waste your feelings

on a mere body double?

A prop.

Because he's a good man.

That's all.

Bring Nikolai in.

Your Majesty.

Nikolai, I will have you perform one final service for your king.

No!

It will take a few minutes

for Nikolai to bleed out.

Your only hope

of saving your good man now is to use scythes to send message

back in time warning yourself about this fatal turn of events.

Reveal the scythe now or your love will die.

This is what I saw at the start.

She's gonna shoot Kavod now.

Lock the door.

- It hurts. - I know.

I'm sorry. Just rest.

Now listen, Bella.

Please don't let Kavod have the scythe

with all that power in his hands.

He'll never stop.

Well, I need it to save you.

Promise me.

But you'll die, Nikolai.

Promise me.

I promise.

I promise.

They're breaking through. You'll have to leave.

No. No, I won't let you die alone.

I'm gonna uncouple their car from the train.

Leave them behind.

Then we'll have all the time in the world,

just you and me. Right by your side.

I'll be back. I promise.

Couplings, couplings, couplings.

But she never came back.

So she cannot keep her promise.

Bella. Bella.

The pain of lost love.

Stretching across decades.

There is no force more powerful.

Vik, have you lost someone?

I'm 200 years out of time, Connor.

I've lost everyone.

Bella Goodridge, can you hear me?

- I can. - Oh, Bella.

You know where upon this train the scythe of time is hidden.

And not just that.

Upon this train lies your lost love.

Dying alone.

Help us honour the promise you made to him.

Just leave me alone.

Please.

Losing Nikolai once was hard enough.

Bella, life isn't full of second chances.

Believe me, I know.

So when one just falls into your lap,

you grab it with both hands.

Because if you don't take that second chance

when it's offered, trust me you don't get given a third.

Bella, help the man you love.

What speed is the train going?

About 90 miles an hour.

Then...

We're going to need a very fast car.

You want us to steal a fast car,

and this is the car?

It's the closest car to the train that's near a door.

Yeah, but this car? What, this?

H ey, you're stealing a car,

and you call me a rules-shmules-er!

Yeah, it's the only way to reach you on time.

And I'm not stealing it. I'm borrowing it.

And I'll be returning it in one piece...

ish.

Ah!

Don't make such a mess.

I'll do it.

How do you know how to break into a car?

How do you not?

Mind opening that door?

What are you doing?

Thinking ahead.

What happened to returning the car in one piece?

Ish.

I said ish.

Connor?

In position!

Now, the chime of the clock briefly resets the spirit field.

In this momentary gap, we must relocate Bella onto the train.

By, by relocate, do you mean, like...

Jump and I will catch you.

I'm 77!

Connor, how long till the next reset?

Two minutes till the chimes!

I'll be there.

Okay, distance divided by the speed of train,

distance divided by the speed of car.

Okay, Charlie, you have to keep distance steady,

57 miles per hour or we won't make the train on time.

That's great, Lysa, but I need kilometers.

Right. Okay, uh, 57 miles per kilometer...

Lysa, convert faster!

Okay, uh, it is 91.723 kilometers and...

- Lysa? - Uh, calling even 92.

Uh, any faster, we'll get there too soon.

Any slower, we won't make it at all.

Okay, that is our window, Charlie. Ready?

I see you.

Connor, time check.

One minute ten! Charlie! Hurry!

Oh, I'm trying!

You gotta keep us at a steady 92 kilometers per hour, okay?

When the spirit field resets, you will only have seconds

to deliver Bella before the field reforms.

Wait, what happens when the field reforms?

Well, you'll be dragged along by it

and smashed to smithereens.

Gotta stop asking questions.

Guys, any second now, Ghost Bella's gonna fall off the roof.

And when she does, reset! You have to be here!

I can't.

I can't do it.

Charlie, you can.

I believe in you.

Remember, Charlie, grab those second chances.

Hold on.

Okay, now get us out of the field before it reforms.

You did it!

Oh my God, Charlie!

Did it work?

It worked.

Sorry. Force of habit.

I never leave home without it.

Come on.

Do you mind?

We've been in the spirit field too long.

Our realities are merging.

I can really feel the bumps now.

The train is sinking with our current time zone.

We have to stop it now or we shall all be pulverized.

Bella, we are out of time. Where is the scythe?

On my oath, you can trust us.

We won't abuse its magic.

All right.

I'll show you.

Everyone forgets one thing about the scythe of time.

If Baby New Year grows into Father Time

over the course of a year,

then the scythe has to grow with him too.

So, when it's handed over,

it's baby scythe.

The hour hand, hidden in plain sight.

That is extremely ingenious.

And that is why the clocks were divided across this story.

Yes, bravo.

And now...

it's mine.

Vik, he can see us.

No, you don't. This time I won't miss.

Give me the scythe.

Shoot me.

It's no use.

As long as he has the scythe,

then his past self can tell him all about our future moves.

Oh, he's a clever one. Isn't he?

Oh, don't you remember me taking this off you just then?

I do.

Uh, wait a second.

Uh...

that was me reminding myself

to bring soldiers on board my train with me.

Sorry, dear.

But you've reached the end of the line.

Connor, the bridge is down.

I repeat, the bridge is down.

You've got minutes to be off that train.

Your Majesty.

You cannot comprehend the danger we are all in.

This is not the year you think it is.

Time is bleeding.

Eras are conjoining and we are all vulnerable.

You may be vulnerable.

I am invincible.

Then let me warn you.

There is a cost to using the scythe.

You must never, ever, ever.

I knew you were going to do that.

Literally.

The nectar of the of Niobe.

I'll make sure this never happened.

Oh, it is not working.

No.

You can't use time energy against a time sprite,

Your Majesty.

Not when she's been fully recharged and is...

Oh.

Absolutely furious.

Aah.

His very life...

...reversed out of existence.

Ooh, nasty.

He did get taken by a fairy.

Bella, there is only one way now

to end this story and stop this train.

Go to him.

Make this right.

Connor, what is happening?

It's Bella. She's going to say goodbye.

I hope this works.

- Bell... - I'm right here.

Just as I promised you.

I've come such a long way to be with you, my darling.

You wouldn't believe it.

It's done.

He's at peace.

Vik?

It's working.

Lysa, Charlie?

We're stopping.

We made it.

Just.

If I may ask,

what did you say

to Nikolai?

I told him that when he died,

part of me died with him.

That without him, my life felt pointless and grey.

And he told me to stop spending so much time alone in my room.

Thank you for giving me a second chance.

It was my pleasure.

But it's personal for you, I think.

Is there someone here you dream

of having that second chance with?

There was a woman

I knew once.

Who was every bit as extraordinary as you are.

Thank you for showing me that women like her still exist.

And thank you for showing me

that there is still such a thing...

...as a good man.

And second chances.

So can you send more than just a thought back through time?

Could you send, like, a person?

Don't go getting any ideas.

What, you never wanted to foxtrot with Fred Astaire?

I'm afraid Mr. Astaire will have to trot his foxes alone.

The scythe only opens a link

to the mind of your own past self.

And even that is burnt away.

One question, though.

How did you conveniently have nectar of Niobe

on you just when we needed it?

Ah, well, you recall, I made a grab for the scythe.

I could not take possession of it.

I knew all I had to do was touch it so I could

send a message back to myself telling me to bring

to Caucasylvia one dose of the nectar of Niobe.

Vik!

Uh...

Are you okay?

I am always excellent.

But on the train...

What you said to Bella about knowing a woman like her...

That was Anya, right?

I just want to say,

it's easy to forget sometimes how hard it is for you.

Being a man out of time every day must be exhausting.

So, you know, if you ever need a friend or...

Then I have a friend in you.

I know that, Connor.

And thank you.

Right. I think it is time for a celebratory drink.

Don't you? You in, Vik?

Alas, I have labors to perform.

So much paperwork.

The insurance forms alone,

the train, the trees, the streets, the...

car door that somehow fell off.

So what? You're not coming?

Me?

Of course you. Team drinks.

Really?

I mean, yeah.

I'd love to. For the team.

For team building.

I love team drinks.

That'd be great.

Okay.

As an actor, it's a joy

- when you're playing dress-up. - Ah!

This is the dress-up box,

just ten times a million.

It's an action-packed "Indiana Jones"...

but with magic.

I'm the costume designer

of "The Librarians: the Next Chapter."

Every episode is a new genre, different periods,

country, different narrative.

What I like about this show is

it is familiar and brand-new at the same time.

The lead cast... they are very distinct

as personalities... Vikram is this rogue librarian,

sort of dandy-ish, Victorian.

Me, reckless? No...

...never.

Vikram has a bit of circus in him.

He's a performer, first and foremost.

I took elements of the library and rearranged it

and redesigned this embroidery for his back that looks like

baby dragons trapped in a cage.

Connor is this renegade anthropologist.

He's earnest, naive, and fun-loving.

How was I supposed to know that it would eat all our clothes?

Charlie, who is the ultimate soldier...

Don't break history. Don't get killed.

...she's everything that all of us

really, really, really like and want to wear.

And I even managed to push, like, little harnesses...

that's so much fashion.

Lysa is a very prim and proper...

a English rose scientist.

Very square, but also a little bit quirky.

They think as soon as you sort of costume and shoes

and all that, you are sort of able to take off

your own brain and put on this one.

Each episode is a movie, which is quite extraordinary.

- It's non-stop. - A lot of fun.

What are you wearing?

The merchant who sold it assured me

it was for my vibe, because it is so extra.

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