All language subtitles for The.Librarians.S02.E01.400p.WEB-DLRip.LostFilm.DD5.1.eng

Return to us,
oh, ancient world of wonders.

[ Whoosh ]

[ Loud crackle ]

[ Rumbling ]

The Sword's
rejoined the Stone.

Magic's coming back.

The ley lines have reopened.

[ Horns honk ]

[ Explosions ]

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Rain falling ]

[ Whooshing, rumbling ]

[ Thunder crashing ]

I have need of your genius,
sir.

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Whirring ]

No. No, no, this can't be right.

[ Whoosh ]

Really? Another one?

[ Object scraping ]

♪♪

[ Grunts ]

The Temple of Agamanzo should be
just through the village.

Village?
You didn't mention any village.

I know. That's because
the Temple's the best bit.

Death traps,
possibly even mummies.

You know how I love mummies.
Almost too much.

You can't love mummies too much.
Okay, but we need recon.

Do these villagers
know about the temple?

Do they worship it?
How do they feel about

strangers mucking around
with their mummies?

Eve, trust me.
They'll never know we were here.

[ Crowd shouting indistinctly ]
They know we're here!

They probably noticed when
you made the volcano erupt!

It was a very small volcano.

[ Indistinct shouting
continues ]

[ Whoosh ]

[ Laughs ]
Welcome back.

Was the expedition
successful?

Yes.
Absolutely not!

Yes, 'cause we got
the Idol of Agamanzo.

No, we were not supposed to just
open up secret passages,

setting off alarms leading to,
you know, volcano.

Secret passages that led
to Idol of Agamanzo, Eve,

and it was fun.
It's always fun,
but is it right?

The Library made
more Librarians than ever,

and we haven't seen them
since they left.

Eve --
Maybe we should check on them.

Don't worry.
They're out there that way,

doing what Librarians do,

getting the artifacts
and being...
It's not just that.

We have been running
since the day

the Serpent Brotherhood invaded
the Library until the moment

you brought it back
from the void.

Maybe we're in emergency mode,
just reacting instead of acting.

[ Singsongy ] You're avoiding.
I'm reading.

Shipwreck exhibit

at the Museum of History
in New York.

Big party for the unveiling.
I did my graduate work there.

Actually, funny story --
first mission as a Librarian,

I end up in that very same --

Coincidence
or sinister alignment?

Let's find out.

Put on your best party jumpsuit.
We're going on a date.

[ Sighs heavily ]

No, they're Librarians.
They're fine.

[ Panting ]

[ Chiming sound ]

[ Whoosh ]

[ Panting ]

All I'm saying is this sort of
energy signature's

radically non-standard.

We've moved well past antimatter
and into some sort of

superstring resonance signature.

[ Whooshing ]
If you contain
the fusion reaction

using your superconducting
magnetic coils,

you'll create
a dimensional inversion

that will alter the local laws
of physics

in unexpected
and randomized ways.
[ Goat bleats ]

Look, Miss Cillian,
I've read your figures,

and they seem to add up,

but, uh, I'm afraid I cannot
support your conclusions.

The effects you describe,
I mean to say

they sound more like, uh...

[ Chuckles ] Magic?

Yeah.

[ Chiming sound ]

[ Objects clatter ]

[ Whoosh, whimsical horn honks ]

[ Bleats ]

[ Bleats ]

Hmm?
[ Continues bleating ]

I swear, I heard something.

Come on, patrols on every floor,
infrared on the elevator,

motion sensors
in this corridor,

128-bit encryption
on the main door.

Nobody's getting in.

How 'bout out?
Can I go out?

[ Handcuffs clink ]

[ Chiming sound ]

Oh, uh, grab that,
would you?

[ Chiming sound ]

"Clipping Book."

Yeah, something a mate of mine
invented, but I took it digital.

Thanks, fellas.

[ Both grunt ]

[ Radio beeps ]
Security breach.

WOMAN OVER RADIO:
Security breach in sector 5.

Report back to me.

[ Whoosh ]

Forget to bring something
to New York?

How'd you know I was
going to New York?

Oh, Mr. Stone,
I wasn't aware. Welcome back.

Thank you. Evil doll.
Well, gotta get cleaned up.

Going to a museum.
A museum?
Well, that's a co--

[ Whoosh ]

Mr. Jenkins!

Miss Cillian, a pleasure.
Oh, you should know --

Oh, can we talk
after I get back?

It's a short notice mission,
and I need to check my phone

and check
some reference materials.
Of course.

[ Whoosh ]

Jenkins,
great to see you, too, mate.

Love what you've done
with the place.

Uh-huh, I assume
we're dialing up New York.

Nice guess,
but I've got this.

I brought you
into the 21st century.
FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE:
Destination set. New York.

You're welcome.

[ Whoosh, door closes ]

Mwah. Probably should've done
that when I came in. Sorry.

So good to see you.
Understandable.

Oh, you already dialed up
New York for me.

You're the best.

[ Door whooshes ]

Jenkins, can you dial me up?
New York, sir? Already done.

Well, thank you.

Listen, when I get back,
we'll grab a beer, huh?

Or me -- or what -- okay.

[ Door whooshes ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Isola Perduta, lost off
the coast of Italy in the 1600s.

Found with a surprising amount
of cargo still intact.

You know, just once it would be
nice to come to a major city

when we're not trying to defeat
existential magic evil.

The tourist stuff, go to a show,
see the Statue of Liberty.

You know, we used to throw these
kind of parties all the time.

New exhibit brings in
the fundraisers.

Gives the bigwigs a chance
to rub elbows

with the rock star archivists
and librarians.

Every girl's dream.
Your wallet.

Oh!

Ezekiel Jones!
Still pushing your luck.

Colonel! Still
a terrifyingly powerful grip.

What scheme are you
up to here?

Librarian business.
Clipping Book sent me.

Really?
Me, too!

Hi, Red.
Hey.

Look at you.
Thought you were together.

Yeah, we were, but we, uh, kind
of split up after Peru. Flynn.

Jacob.

Boom.

So museum, huh? I mean,
what's going down big enough

where they need
every Librarian in the world?

[ Thunder crashing ]

Whoo!
You just missed the weather.

Boy, I was about to lock up.
You folks all right?

Yeah, thank you, Terry.
Lock up?

Well, yeah,
the reports are coming in.

Winds 50 miles an hour.

It's enough to rip the doors
right off the hinges.

Let's find out
what this shipwreck

has to do with this storm.

Shipwreck? I'm not...

My Clippings Book is about
a chess set

that was donated to the museum,
a set from Milan.

Yeah, and mine is

about the new high-frequency
weather sonar equipment

in the museum's
National Weather Service Station

on the roof.

There's a bunch
of Italian diplomats here,

including the family
who owned

the old wreck's shipping company
back in the day.

Daughter's wearing
some earrings, pearl,

family heirlooms.

Huh. Well, let's pool
our resources and --

Or we could just each
do our own job.

O-okay, what is this?

Oh, I mean, no offense,

but I've been doing
the Librarian thing

solo for a while now.

[ Under breath ]
Kind of got my own style.

I'm sorry. Come again?
[ Normal voice ]
I kinda got my own style.

Oh.
Yeah, and I'm just
very focused on...

They're Librarians.
This is what they do.

Off, the lot of you.
Divide and conquer.

Okay. This worries me.

This way you and I --
Uh... [ Clears throat ]

[ Microphone thuds ]
[ Amplified voice ]
Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

I've been asked to forward

that due to some rather rapid
and extreme flooding,

the streets are being kept clear

in order to evacuate the lower
lying areas of Manhattan.

No vehicle will be allowed
on the streets.

So unfortunately, we will not
be allowing anyone to leave.

Now I'm sure this is temporary,
and there's no cause for alarm,

as the museum is
all perfectly safe.

[ Thunder crashes ]
[ Crowd gasps ]

Uh, if not a bit dramatic.

[ Laughter ]
Thank you.

Thank you so much.
[ Indistinct conversations ]

Excuse me. Can you tell me
where the Japanese art...

Yes, you just go out
that door, make a left...

Shall we?
Mm-hmm.

Okay, where's...

[ Thunder rumbles ]

[ Sighs ]

I'm a Librarian.
I'm here to get weather patter--

[ Blows raspberry ]
Hi, I'm a Librarian.

I'm here to get data on
weather patterns

over metropolitan areas.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hi there.
Italian delegation, right?

Actual royalty.
That's unreal.

You have 30 seconds
to be interesting.

I like your earrings.
Are they, uh, antiques?

You opened with a question.

Rare enough among men
to pique my curiosity.

Yes, thank you.

They've been in my family
for centuries.

EZEKIEL: [ Thinking ]
Blah, blah, blah, earrings.

They have a name --
gli occhi scintillanti.

Ah, and, uh,
do you have a name?

You're growing
less interesting.

Ah.

Hi, I'm a Librarian.
I'm here to get...

[ Breathing heavily ]

Hi, I'm a Librarian.
I'm here to gather data

on weather patterns
in metropolitan areas.

Hi, I'm a Libr--

Hi, okay.
Hi, I'm a Librarian.

Get out while you can!

Isn't it kinda weird to leave
a weather station

when there's a really
cool storm happening?

By "cool storm," you mean
freak nightmare cyclone

that's gonna rip this
little half-shell

right off the roof of
this building then, no.

Not weird at all.
Okay, I-I --

Save yourself!
Okay.

I don't suppose anyone wants
to tell me

where the new sonar is.

[ Thunder crashes,
electricity powers down ]

And...perfect.

Checking these artifacts
may take a while.

Maybe we should ask
for some help.

I don't need any help.

Background information,
research, planning,

useful trinkets of...

Excuse me. Do you know
who put this display together?

No need.
It's this gentleman here.

Mr. James Worth,

visiting Professor
of antiquities

from Oxford University.

Well done. Marvelous trick.
Tell me, how did you do it?

Well, elementary, actually.

I noticed your London accent
when you made the announcement

about the weather, and I
couldn't help but to notice

that you have a little
baby powder on your hands

and on your sleeve.

Baby powder on the hands,
making it easier

to remove the tight latex gloves

often worn
by artifact restorers.

Now you might be
part of the research team,

but you're circulating
among the guests,

which implies that you're
in a position of authority.

When I glanced at the placard,
which lists everyone

who worked on the project,

only one scientist graduated
from a British university --

Oxford, in fact --
Mr. James Worth.

Amazing. Amazing.

[ Sighs ]
Flynn Carsen, Librarian.

I'm sorry,
what with the who now?

As you entered,

you glanced past the rather
gaudy Alexandrine vase

to admire the more subtle,
yet much rarer,

Mesopotamian broach, revealing
you are a man of deep education.

A mere scholar? No.

Your kerchief is out of a style
handmade in Tripoli.

You have the distinctive
sun damage of a man

who spent time in the Himalayas,
and yet, I do believe that

is a bit of Australian
red dirt on your shoes.

Sun damage? I moisturize.

So...a traveler.

But you have multiple
small burns on your left hand,

the type I generally see
on scientists

from grabbing a test tube
prematurely off burners.

Ha! I've seen you do that!

And your pin is the symbol
for calculus integration,

chosen for your fondness,
I deduce,

in physics and mathematics.
[ Mouths words ]

A man with such a wide range
of specialities,

traveling the world,
could be anyone.

I lip-read that woman.

[ Mouths words ]

Yes, I can.

That woman asked you
where the Japanese art room was.

You directed her to
the East Wing.

But it was moved
to the West Wing

shortly after
the pyramid display

was completed 10 years ago,

implying, of course,
that you knew the museum

when you worked
on that display,

but never returned
after it was complete.

Infamously, there was one
brilliant polymath

who worked on that display
who disappeared shortly after.

One Flynn Carsen.

[ Laughs ]
The Librarian part?

Ah, beeswax used in
the restoration of rare books.

Left lapel. He rubs his fingers
these absently while working.
[ Exhales ]

Elementary, my dear Carsen.
[ Exhales deeply ]

And you, I deduce...
are a Duchess.

Really?
Or the assembled royalty.

And yet,
you outshine them all.

You call that a deduction?
[ Laughs ]

She's not a Duchess.
She's an ordinary person.

Her accent should've
given it away like that.

Well, my mistake then.
You have outdone me, sir.

You were inquiring
about the background

of some of the artifacts.

Yes, please. Thank you.

[ Whispering ]
Lipreading's not that hard.

I can do it.

Those two women over there --
"Where are the snuffy pom poms?"

"I've never circled square Idaho
in the blueberry cupcake."

Nothing to it.
[ Snaps fingers ]

[ Switch clicks,
electricity whirs ]

Yes!

Oh, megastorm, not kidding.

[ Thunderclap ]
[ Sonar beeping ]

There is the new sonar.

Oh.

[ Loud whooshing ]

[ Screeching whoosh ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Loud whooshing continues ]

It's...in the storm.

♪♪

[ Roaring sound ]

Mr. Jenkins,
are you getting this?

[ Roaring ]

Yes, indeed. Very odd.

[ Sighs ]
There's no mathematical constant

that I can derive
from the waveform

that would give us a clue
to what's causing it.

Miss Cillian, do me a favor.

Just put aside your logic
and your mathematics

for a moment.

What? No. [ Chuckles ]

I like my math and logic.
They help me sleep at night.

They're like a teddy bear.
[ Chuckles ]

I mean,
like a teddy bear made of

isosceles triangles
and electrons.

Yes, yes, yes, I know.
But just listen.

What does that
sound like to you?

It sounds...
[ Wind howling loudly ]

...sad.

Precisely.

Oh, good. Hey, did you find
what you were looking for?

Uh, maybe. I don't know.
Listen, do me a favor,
would you?

Can you write down
the, uh, relative densities

of ivory, onyx, gypsum,
any -- any -- any stone

you might think somebody'd
make a chess piece out of.

You could look this up
on your own.

Yeah, but you're faster
than the internet.

You know that.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Oh, hey, uh,
could you write down

some Italian cultural...stuff?

You know, paintings, poems by
those poncy lads you like.

I'm trying to make some headway
with the Italian bird,

get a shot at her earrings,
but I'm getting nowhere.

Why did we stop doing this?
Huh? Working together?

Because you kept
ordering me around.

I wasn't -- I'm not --
I wasn't ordering you around.

I was trying to get you
to stick to the plan, Jones!

Yeah, by ordering me around.

And then Cassandra kept
taking your side --

What? No. No, I just tried to
get you two to stop arguing.

Blame it on her again?
Man, that's the whole thing.
No, I'm not blaming her.
I'm blaming both of you --

You never take responsibility
for your own --
Guys, guys, guys.
We're doing it again.

We worked so well together
at the Library.

Why couldn't we do it
when we were on our own?

Like something was missing.

[ Thunderclap ]

The Isola Perduta, it went down
after visiting five ports

in the Mediterranean.

So its cargo is a wondrous mix
of European products

from the 1600s.

Which seems a little odd
given the fact

of a ship of this tonnage

would just be tooling around
the Mediterranean.

Excuse me. I have not seen
anything out of the ordinary

or anything that could be
causing this storm.

[ Lowered voice ]
You might wanna ask James.

He seems very informed.

Professor Worth,
that is a bottle of rum.
So it is.

English rum.

The Isola Perduta didn't just
sail the Mediterranean,

it went to England
as I suspected.

It had English cargo.

That would explain why we've had
difficulty identifying

some of the artifacts.
Oh, you've had difficulty

identifying some
of the artifacts.

[ Slaps hand ]
Well, don't take it so hard.

I would be happy to assist.
Where is the ship's manifest?

In the archive room, along with
the rest of the artifacts.

I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to distract him.

Oh, he's kind of
permanently distracted.

Anyway,
do you know anything

about this famous
chess set from Milan?

A bit. How about I educate you
over some drinks?

Oh, thanks, man.

Thank you, Terry.

So you're doing work
during a party?

You're one dedicated fella.

Ah, dropped your book.

Oh, no, it's not mine.
I-I found it upstairs outside.

Just leave it
for lost and found.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

Hello.

[ Laughs ]
Absolutely
my favorite art style.

I'm cuckoo for rococo.

You have proven far more amusing
than I thought possible.

Well, take a stroll then?

And you're
predictable again.

Just for once, I want a man
to genuinely surprise me.

My mates and I are actually
about to rob the museum.

Would you like to, uh,
see some American crime?

[ Chuckles ]
So, Duchess...

[ Laughs ]

You work with Dr. Carsen?

I do now.
I was with a team before.

Why are you no longer
with them?

I'm not sure they need me
anymore.

Eve, you can't let others
define you.

You know who you are.
You know what you can do.

Do it
and damn the consequences.

Great advice, James.
Mm.

[ Glasses clink ]

Mmm, speaking of,
I think I should go and see

if your Dr. Carsen
needs any help.
Mm.

I shall return.

[ Phone beeps, keys clack ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Woman speaking Italian ]

[ Speaks Italian ]

Me escuse. Vorrei farle
alcune domande.
Eh?

[ Clack, thunder rumbles ]

Well, I found the thing that
doesn't belong -- this chest.

It was picked up in London
in 1611

and then shipped
to a monastery in Rome.

Yeah. That thing, yes,
deuced challenge.

No x-rays seem
to penetrate it.

Can't seem to open
the damn thing.

Yes, that's because
it has a sigil.

On the lock,
a magical symbol.

Certainly you don't
believe in magic.

[ Chuckles ] Well...

Where did you get that book?

Uh, the janitor found this.

Well, it --
it's mine. Give it to me.

Well, it's just a copy of
"Sherlock...Holmes."

Where's all the ink?
Book, please.
Sir, the book -- the book.

I know what you are.

I know the spell
that summoned you.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You're fictional.

No, no, more than that,
you're a Fictional.

You're a fictional character
brought to life from this world,

your world, into this world.

Dr. Carsen,
that's ludicrous. I-I...

You're Sherlock Holmes!

You have me, sir.
Well played.

[ Laughs ]

Sherlock Holmes. I love you!
[ Laughs ]

I mean...I love your adventures.
I-I love Eve Baird.

[ Clears throat ]
I think I love Eve Baird.

We're -- we're going
through some stuff.

She's
a very complicated woman.

Well, she did say you were
very easily distracted.

A team-up
with Sherlock Holmes!

[ Exhales ]
Why are you here?

To solve the mystery of
this magical box, of course.

Well, let's crack it!
[ Laughs ]

I mean, any many who can solve

the Mystery
of the Five Orange Pips,

am I wrong?
[ Laughs ]

Sherlock Holmes.

I'm surprised that you didn't
recognize that this was a sigil.

[ Whack ]
[ Groans ]

[ Grunts ]

Good guy.
The owner of the chess set
Stone's looking for?

Right before he died
under mysterious circumstances,

Professor Worth convinced him

to leave his collection
to the museum.

[ Groans ]
The Italian delegation,
Ezekiel's target,

was invited here
by Professor Worth.

[ Grunts ]
I talked to
the other researchers.

They wanted to show
the British artifacts,

but were talked out of it
by Professor Worth.

All the separate clues
the Librarians are looking for,

he put into place.
He is the mastermind.

Mastermind.

[ Exhales deeply ]

Professor James Moriarty...
[ Thunderclap ]

at your service.

You're the genius,

but she's the detective
who unraveled the plot.

Well done, Duchess.

Don't "Duchess" me, pal.

Professor Moriarty --
he's fictional!

Fictional character
come to life.

Very magical beings.
He came from this book.

If he's the threat,
why did the Clipping Book

send the Librarians on
four different missions?

What is he up to?
I don't know.

I've read a lot
about Fictionals,

but I've never
actually met one.

I don't suppose you care
to enlighten us.

Monologue my scheme like some
penny dreadful villain?

Give me some credit.

I've got to get this book
to Jenkins.

I'll round up the others.

They should be done with
their scavenger hunt by now.

Can we leave him?

[ Chains rattle ]

Wouldn't go anywhere
without your leave, Duchess.

International crime,
car chases,

sometimes we even
jump out of airplanes.

Yeah, it's a very
"Thomas Crown Affair" here.

So exciting.

Does, um, one of you
dance through the lasers now?

[ Chuckles ] One second.

What are you doing?

This chess set's from Milan.

It's made out of ivory
and pearl blend.

I can't tell the finishes from,
like, five other varieties so...

Bingo. I checked all
the density comparison.

All right, that explains it.
Explains what?

That's way out of your league,
bro.

Mate, you don't even know
my league.

That's major league, son.
That's the bigs.

Okay, that's where the grown men
play. You're down here.

Little league, T-ball.

Man, you can't even find
a chess set.

I got mine.
Where are your pearl earrings?

[ Pieces clatter ]

Do not.

I'm just, you know what?
I'm not -- I'm not even gonna --

I'm gonna let it breathe.

Fictionals.
They stay to themselves.

Pulled from books into a world
they do not understand.

They tend not to adjust well.

Well, Moriarty's doing
just fine.

He got himself
a fake identity,

set himself up
to collect all the pieces.

Pieces to what?
I don't know.

Well, I would posit, sir,
that Moriarty had help.

There are two types
of Fictionals.

Someone summoned him
from this book.

They called him
into this world.

And the other kind?
Much older.
Much more powerful.

Iconic characters whose stories
are so well told, so famous,

so well-written that they emerge
into this reality

under their own power.
They walk among us.

Mostly hidden.
Not very many of those.

So there was another
Fictional at the party.

I just have to
figure out who.

Sir, beware,
Fictionals are bound,

but also empowered
by their stories.

You could trap them within
the rules of their own tales.

But they can be
extremely powerful

if their narrative
matches the real world.

Your mystery villain may be
trying to gather parts

of his story to gain strength.
To what end?

That would depend on what
character you're dealing with.

Cassandra, I lost the Itali--

[ Roaring ]

You're right.
That is incredible.

I always wanted to
study science.

You shouldn't let anyone
stop you.

You know, you gotta follow
your dreams.

You really think so?

Yeah. I mean, if you believe it,
you can do anything.

Thank you so much.

Here's my number.

And if you're ever in Milan,
just call me, okay?

Oh.
[ Pen clatters ]

[ Paper tears ]

Thank you.

[ Kisses ]

Ciao, bella.
[ Giggles ]

She seemed nice.

[ Device chimes ]
[ Whispers ] Wow.

Flynn and Baird
have gotta hear this.
[ Phone beeps, keys clack ]

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Did you find them?

There they are.

It's a voice in the storm.
I thought it was just a sound,

but I refined it down.
It's a voice.

WOMAN: Master, I have done
thy bidding.

Master,
I have brought the storm.

All will be consumed.
So the storm is being
controlled

by some sort of wind spirit?

Italian nobles stranded by
a storm,

a storm summoned by
a spirit.

The Isola Perduta,
the "lost island."

What were the earrings
made out of?

Pearl. They even had a name,
uh, occhi scin--

Eyes. "These pearls that were
your father's eyes."

And you got Moriarty to get
all the elements together

to make him even stronger.

Did you get the chess set
from Milan?
I got it.

[ Pieces clatter ]

Yeah, it's all here...
but the White King.

The King from Milan,
the shipwreck, the earrings,

the storm summoned by
a spirit.

Prospero.

Prospero, Shakespeare's magician
from "The Tempest."

[ Electricity powers down ]

[ Rain falling, thunderclap ]

♪♪

[ Whooshing ]

[ Boom ]

[ Latches click ]

[ Rumbling sound ]

♪♪

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Guests gasp and murmur ]

Shakespeare's fictional wizard.

Long story. No time to talk.
Let's get going.

Get back to the annex.
Tell Jenkins.

The Library wasn't tell us
to collect these things.

The Library was telling us
to keep them away from Prospero!

And we failed.
He's controlling the storm,

and he's getting stronger
by the second.

I'll shake down Moriarty. You?
The roof.
He'll head to the roof.

♪♪

[ Thunder crashing ]

[ Whoosh, explosion ]

Prospero,
you don't have to do this.

You renounced your magic.
Y-you drowned your book.

You broke your staff.

I did those deeds because
my author wrote it thus.

He gave me life, and then
he stripped me of my power

to end his foul tale.

Shakespeare broke my staff.
He drowned my book.

He left me cursed to wander
through the centuries

alone and weak.

You still have to play by
the rules of your story.

A story writ when magic
was dying, almost gone.

But when magic came back...

Magic returned
into the ley lines

that surrounded the world.

I had wandered for centuries
as a mere human.

But that night,
my power came back.

[ Thunder crashing ]

A little power,
but just enough

to call a mastermind
to aid my schemes.

I have need of your genius,
sir.

He set the pieces in motion
to help me find my book

and break its seals.

Moriarty.

Enough power to find and bind
this sprite,

my servant Ariel,
so that I could make this storm

which sets the stage
of my rebirth.

You still have to play by
the rules of your story,

and your story does not
end like this.

My author's dead,
and magic's back.

Know this... [ Voice doubles ]
I write my own ending!

[ Grunting ]
[ Electricity crackles ]

[ Rumbling ]

[ Sighs ]
[ Thunder rumbling ]

[ Whoosh ]

[ Grunting ]

Hell of a woman.

[ Both grunting ]

Oh!

Oh, damn.
Why'd you make me do that?

Duchess...

[ Groans ] One thing,
remember...

[ Groans, panting ]

[ Squishing sound ]
Uhh!

[ Exhales ]

That's not how my story ends.

[ Sword clatters ]

[ Lock turns ]

[ Rattling ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Thunderclap ]

My book restored,
I wield enormous power.

And when I find my staff,
this world is mine.

[ Thunderclap ]
O my sprite!

Descend and serve again
thy master

bound till I release thee.

Come hither, Ariel!

My word is bond,
fair island fey.

Obey and take us far away.

[ Whoosh ]

With me, villain!

Villain?
[ Whoosh ]

I always preferred antagonist.

[ Whoosh ]

[ Yells ]
What are you doing?

I gotta get after them
before it closes!

You are not
following them alone.
Well, then, jump with me!

Oh. Oh, great. Now they can be
anywhere in the world.

We have a bigger problem.

What could be
a bigger problem than --
[ Thunder crashing ]

[ Whoosh ]

Good, you made it
out of the city.

Well, we can go through
the door, but that leaves

7 million people
stuck in Hurricane Ariel.

Why hasn't that storm stopped

now that
its fairy engine is gone?

Because a storm of that
magnitude is self-sustaining.

Ariel brought it to New York,
controlled it,

but it's actually far more
dangerous with him gone.

Him gone? Her gone?

Ariel's been presented
both male and female. I...

Focusing, focusing.

It takes in hot air

and distributes cold air,
like it's breathing.

And it will dissipate,
but when it does,

it's gonna spin off tornados

just to get rid of
the kinetic energy.

So whatever's not flooded
gets shredded. Aces!

Prospero?
He got away.
It's nobody's fault.

It's Eve's fault,
but let's move on.

The important thing now is
to figure out

how to stop this storm.
How do we do it?

People don't have
great track records

at stopping hurricanes.

Well, they haven't had
the resources of the Library.
[ Snaps fingers ]

Zeus's lightning bolt.

Destructive, but not nearly
large scale enough.

Could we blow it away,
like off the island?

Thor's hammer, in theory.
No, that would --

that would wipe half
of New York into the sea.

Wait, if it breathes,
can we kill it?

The hot and cold are balanced,
but if we dump enough heat

into the storm,
it'll break apart.

That would take an enormous
amount of hot air.

I wouldn't even know how to
superheat something like that.

It would take a second sun.
[ Gasps ]

I totally forgot
we have one of those.
You remember we have
one of those.

We have a sun?
Yes, in the Sun Room.

What else would one store
in a Sun Room?

Uh, magazines,
cozy chairs, mimosas?

We need to figure out
how to focus it.

Cassandra,
can you calculate what

the thermal energy would be?
Jenkins, come with me.

Jones, start reprogramming
the back door. Stone, come on!

I've got a cunning plan.

[ Wind howling ]
Frozen Land of Giants! [ Spits ]

[ Birds cawing ]
Lost Jungle Kingdom.

[ Bees buzzing ]
Hive of Giant Bees!

Why do we even have that door?

[ Skin sizzles ]
Aah! Sun Room!

Found it. Okay,
trapped Nemesis star by

Einstein and Feynman in 1952
before it destroyed the Earth

using technology
from the Roswell project.

I thought Roswell was aliens.

It's never aliens.
Give me your phone.

Mr. Jenkins,
would you please

program your back door
technology controls...
[ Keys clacking ]

to that door right there?

Ah, the focus.
You do have a flair, sir.

Mr. Jones, can you patch in

Cassandra and Baird's
conversations

to the overall intercom system?

Stone.
Yeah.

Take a knee.

I need you to get
Judson's Mirror.

Bring it back here
with the Glass of Narcissus.

They have to be lined up
perfectly if we're gonna try

and direct the energy
from that room, bounce it

all the way down the hallway
into that room there. Got it?
Yeah.

So, that's the plan.

We take the thermal burst
from a direct sunblast,

bounce it off a couple mirrors
into a door,

focusing it up through
the storm, where it should

burn off the cold air
and break the cycle.

Hopefully, if everything
goes as planned,

storm falls apart.
And if it all goes wrong?

You and I get incinerated
and New York drowns.

Sucky pep talk.

[ Muffled voice ]
Where you going?

I need to monitor the changes
on-site

to get the most reliable data.
What's with the getup?

It's all we got.

Jenkins and I gotta
open the door and, uh,

let in the sunbeam, so...
it's gonna get a little hot.

Hey, we were all right.

We were fine through the three
months we were on our own, huh?

I mean, this --
this is not gonna kill me.

No, but we weren't fine.
We weren't okay. I...

I don't even know why we went
our separate ways.

It just happens to people.

No, it doesn't. Not to us.

It's not happening.

I'll see you on
the other side, Cassie.

You better.

Jones.

Cowboy.

All right.

Let's go save the day.

♪♪

[ Whooshing ]

We need power. Go!

Come on, come on, come on,
come on.

[ Exhales deeply ]

Let me know
when you've got it.

[ Clank ]
Got it.

Okay.

Okay, it's a Category 5,
and it's not slowing down.

We've got about 5 minutes

before it's too big
for our numbers to work.

Copy that. We're on our way.

You should arrive directly
at the focus. Good luck.

[ Whooshing ]

Tesla Hoop.

It'll downstep the energy,
keep us from melting.

Where are we?
Well, we needed something metal
to conduct the energy,

and it needed to be
pointed up.

[ Wind howling ]

[ Thunder crashing ]

Aw, you remembered!

You did say
you wanted to visit!

[ Beep ]
And...go!

[ Whooshing and ringing ]

[ Rapid beeping ]

It's done.

Shut it down.

[ Whoosh ]

[ Seabird calling ]

[ Laughs ] Huh?

Yeah.
Look at this.

Huh? Look.
All right.

Oh.
Sorry, wait. No, not --

Aah! [ Grunting ]

Jenkins! [ Exhales deeply ]
I didn't...

[ Vehicles passing ]

EZEKIEL: Seeing as that's
a rainbow from a magic storm,

you don't suppose there's
a real pot of gold

at the end of it?

[ Laughs ]
Don't ever change, Jones.

Why would I?

Guys,
I think we screwed up.

Yeah.
We let Prospero get away.

No, we didn't work together.
It was dumb and petty.

You're right. We missed all
the clues the Library gave us,

which we would've had if we had
been sharing information,

working together.

So we learn from it.
That's all.

You're not ticked off?

Eh, I'm always a little
ticked off,

but we're all in one piece.

And the innocents are saved.
Take the win.

We should've listened to you.

Yeah, I should've gone
after him.

We saved New York.
Could've done that without me.

We didn't wanna do it
without you.

We needed you.
Your friends needed you.

Oh, I don't --
I needed you.

Well, I haven't really been
needed by people

for a very long time.

I know. It takes
some getting used to.

Now, tactical assessment.

An immortal magician
from Shakespeare's plays

has teamed up
with a supervillain genius

that he's pulled from literature
to take advantage of the fact

that magic has returned to
the world to restore his power,

and to accomplish some sort of

unknowable and yet terrifying
plot for world domination.

So Tuesday then?
Your average Tuesday.

Yeah. What are we gonna do
about it?

Oh, we're gonna try
to stop him.

Okay, let's go home
and make some plans.

I already have a few ideas.
Save them for the meeting.

Meeting? Yeah,
I don't really like meetings.

No one does, Flynn.
No one does.

♪♪