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[ Brakes screech, loud crash ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Machinery whirring,
truck beeping ]

[ Horn blares ]

I have to get out of here!

Aah! [ Grunts ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Grunts ]

Oh, come on.
[ Touch screen clicking ]

Answer!

Answer!

[ Roaring ]

[ Screams ]

[ Whooshing ]

♪♪

What do you mean
she's not here?

As in, she's somewhere else.

You mean, she just up and left
to go visit a friend?

Yes, something you should all
take advantage of more often.

Jenkins, it's working.
It's happenin'!

What's working? What's
happening? Chupacabra.

You mean that thing we brought
back from Elk Grove Village?

Yeah, Jenkins was kind enough
to run a pipe

from the room of perpetual
fire... He begged me to do it.

...straight into a smoker
behind his lab.

Get ready
for chupacabra jerky.

Ew, you're cooking it?

No, he's making it!
The chupacabra! He's awesome!

Is that safe?
As long as we keep it away
from the goats on level four.

We have goats?
We have got goats?

[ Wind gusts ]
Ah.

Hawthorne, New Hampshire.

A young campaign staffer
goes missing.

Who wants to go fetch
Colonel Baird back

from her "friend"?

I remember you took a jaunt
to Oklahoma without her.

Certainly you can handle
a small New England town.

MAN: I'm sorry for interrupting
my opponent's press conference,

but we need to talk about
the issues,

like finishing up this nasty
gas line construction

and getting our city's parking
situation back to normal.

WOMAN: Of course,
but we have to ask, Mr. Denning,

about the disappearance

of your very young
campaign staffer Brandy Vargas.

Well, as I said to
the other reporters before, um,

it's an unfortunate situation.

And until we have
more information

and real answers,
I really can't comment.

I agree with my opponent.

The disappearance of
a young woman

who worked directly
with Mr. Denning,

in no way impacts this campaign,
nor should the voters

consider anything heinous
in regards to my opponent,

despite
the police investigation.

It's a cheap shot, Keating.

I'm sorry an innocuous statement
of support

affects you emotionally.

Voters should remember,

Mr. Denning is under
a tremendous amount of stress

at this moment.

Don't think this is a reflection
of how he handles pressure.

Okay. Sorry, I'm out of here.
No more questions.

Thank you very much.
Mr. Keating, could you elaborate
on your plan...

Ha ha.

Impressive debate technique.

Yeah. I showed him.
Yep, showed him.

He reminds me of that idiot
captain in Ashgabat.

No, no, you're thinking about
the one in Jalalabad.

[ Laughs ] Oh, that guy.
He was a tool.

Yes, he was.

Thanks for coming.

You call, I come.
What's going on?

[ Exhales ] We need to find
this Brandy Vargas girl.

'Cause if you can't,

my political career is over
before it even starts.

Tell me how you met
this Brandy.
[ Telephone rings ]

She volunteered
like the others.

She's a poli-sci major,
wanted to learn the ropes.

You know, it's the oldest story
in the book.

Actually, the oldest story
includes...

Oh, come on, Eve,
she's just a kid.

Besides, she's not my type.

You know my type.

[ Sighs ]

Yeah, that ended for
a real good reason.

Yeah, why was that?

It'll come to me.
Uh-huh.

Come on. You did
the same job as me.

Better than you,
actually.

That's adorable.

You know I have to ask.

[ Sighs ]

Look,
I barely spoke to her.

I have no connection to her
or her family.

I left this town right after
we won State in basketball.

Then I came back six months ago
after my last tour of duty.

[ Inhales deeply ]

Local boy, high school jock,
war hero.

Elections have been won
on a lot less.

Please. Keating's
a fourth-generation politician.

He's killing me.

Hawthorne's a good town,
you know, it's got good people.

It's just been corrupt
for years.

I know I can make
a difference.

Help me.

I'm a soft touch for you,

but I need anything you can
give me on Brandy,

on what might've happened.

I don't know what happened.

But I had nothing to do
with this,

despite what the press
and the police think...

What is it?
Nothing, I just...

[ Cell phone rings ]

Okay. I'm sorry.
I gotta take this. Excuse me.

This is Sam, yeah?

[ Scoffs ]
You gotta be kidding me.

Hey. What's -- what --
Hi.

What are you doing here?
What are you doing here?

The Clipping Book called us.
There was --

we're here
about a girl that's --
Missing. Brandy Vargas.

That's why I'm here.

Wait, the Clipping Book
sent you?

Thought you were here
visiting a "friend."

Yeah, friend or a...
friend friend?

Sam Denning.
We served together. He's --

The bloke that everyone
thought killed the girl.

He did not kill the girl.

First,
she's missing, not dead.

Second, I know Sam a lot
better than you do.
[ Whispering indistinctly ]

What?
Well, Jones found --

I hacked into
your "friend's" phone.

Brandy Vargas texted him
the day she disappeared.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hey, those folks looking
for buttons or posters?

We need to talk.
Okay.

What's our rule?
The one rule all this time?

No lies.
And you just lied to me.

Not in the way you think.
Oh, now you can tell lies
that aren't lies?

Wow, you really are
a politician.

Okay, look, I knew her
more than casually, yes,

but not in that way.

She was working for me
on Keating.

She was digging stuff up.

Using an intern
for your scut work?

I couldn't do that.
You know that.

But she wanted to do it.
She believed in the cause.

[ Scoffs ] She was
trying to impress you.

Probably.
What else did you lie about?

Nothing.
Did she try and contact you
the day she disappeared?

Oh, Sam.

Take me
to the "usual place."

[ Switch clicking ]
[ Machinery whirring
in distance ]

You sure this is it?
[ Curtain rings swoosh ]

Report said the road worker
saw her run in here.

Well, Denning definitely had
Brandy's GPS on his phone.

Her last text message
came from here, guaranteed.

What is that?

Was something
roasting marshmallows?

It's definitely a burn mark.

It's more than a burn.

It's a glyph.

Sorry, what?
17th century.

It's a Puritan symbol.

What does it mean?
Devil.

Whoa!

Whoa, ah. So glad you're not
the devil. [ Giggles ]

Sorry, who are you?

These are my...co-workers

with the...
private security firm

I...run.

"Run."

Uh, we're here looking
for Brandy Vargas.

[ Whoosh ]

Well, I can tell you,
she sure as hell isn't here.

Whoa!
Aah!

[ Whoosh ]

Figured you're still
a double shot cap.

I'll bet you're still a non-fat
triple shot latte, right?

So this is nice, huh?

After all these years,

we can still talk
over coffee --

Okay, I'm sorry, seriously?

Were you gonna just blow by
this thing?

Why did Brandy's body
just suddenly appear

and fall
through the ceiling?

Who's lying now, Eve?

I'm not lying.
Oh, come on!

A-a private security firm,
really?

You got a kid,
some cute chick,

and a guy who looks like
he's a bar fighter.

And a scorched body just
falls out of thin air?

You know, you got all high
and mighty with me before,

but you are lying
through your teeth right now.

You think Cassandra's cute?

[ Sighs ]

[ Clears throat ]

Magic...is...real.

Wow.

Wow. [ Chuckles ]

You know what?
You don't wanna tell me?

That's fine. I don't care.
Magic is real.

Yeah?
And we're -- my team --

our -- our job is
to keep it in check,

to keep it out of the hands
of those who would use it --

For evil instead of good?

[ Laughs ] You sound like
a freaking theme park ride.

You saw it, Sam!

My team shows up wherever
magic is happening. You saw it.

Oh, come on. If that were true,
people would know.

People do know. We know.

It's like when we used
to hunt WMDs, Sam.

You have to secure
the threat.

If Brandy was killed
because she uncovered

some magical threat,
then the town of Hawthorne

is facing something akin
to a loose nuke.

The glyph doesn't mean
"the devil."

It means "a devil" or "demon."
Catch.

Many evil creatures
throughout time

have taken the name "devil."

You know,
kind of a shorthand, right?

But make no mistake --
very powerful foe.

Well, what do they want?
Souls, hence the whole...
devil...thing.

They feed on souls.

Well, is it like --
does it take human form?

Or is it like a weird-ass
monster or what?

Mr. Stone, the thing to remember
about devils is that they will

never appear in a red cape
and horns.

They will come dressed as
everything you ever wished for.

So we should look for --
Katy Perry wearing
the Crown Jewels

holding a wad of cash

with an unnatural attraction
to young Aussie boys.

So it could be
one of the candidates.

Could be anything, anyone.

That's why you need to
read these books.

You got any abridged versions
on tape?

Because we're kind of busy.

Very well, and so what you need
to find is the Contract.

What does a Contract look like?
You know, almost every demon
works via a Contract.

Something you desire
in exchange for your soul.

Kind of like Robert Johnson
down at the crossroads.

Very good, sir. Yes, one of
the better known examples.

Also including lottery winners,
folks who hate the Cubs,

the moon landing farce.
Wait, the moon landing
wasn't real?

Oh, no, not that one.

So someone made a deal with
the devil to kill Brandy Vargas

in exchange for...what?

Maybe something she found out.

To win the election?

President, maybe.
But a small-town mayor?

Don't underestimate having
all the power

in a small town or a state.

[ Sighs ] What would
be very helpful

if we had
the late Miss Vargas's...

You took it, didn't you?

[ Snorts ]
Of course, mate.

You stole a dead girl's phone?

Well, Jenkins just said
we needed it.

I didn't --
well, I didn't mean --

Mr. Stone,
call Colonel Baird,

fill her in on the devil
of it all.

You two start working
on the phone that he stole.

[ Speed dialing ]

[ Phone rings ]

I'm thinking it's Keating.

He'll do anything to stop
Baird's friend from winning.

My money is
on Baird's "friend."

Would you stop doing
that air quote thingy?
Hey.

And besides, if Baird
trusts him, so should we.

Colonel Baird sees
the best in everybody.

That's a character flaw.

[ Sizzles ]
Aah.

She sees the best in you.
Is that a flaw?

Everybody sees the best in me.
I'm Ezekiel Jones.

Easy, almost.

[ Sizzles ]
Ah! Stupid bloody brick.

Lightning must've fried
all the codes.

No, that's not a code problem.
That's magic.

Some sort of blocking spell.
It's not Hittite.

It's not Ashanti twi.

Oh, it's Druid.
We got this.

We do?

Yeah, we just need to find
that greenish bluish stuff

that Jenkins uses
to stop a blocking spell

and get the grout
out of the tile.

Got it.

Oscail an doras.

Ah! Hmm.

You're a legend, Cassandra!
No, we are "legend."

Hey, let's just see
what she's got in there.

The Keating family goes back
to the 17th century,

same time as the glyph
in the motel.

So Obediah Keating helps found
the township of Hawthorne

in 1655 by brokering peace
with the Pennacook Indians.

Garrison Keating has a line
on the Underground Railroad.

Anyplace somebody's doing
something good,

there's a Keating.

Yeah, and the glyph is as well.

Joshua Keating wears it
as a lapel pin.

Branford Keating has
monogrammed handkerchiefs.

This creature signs
his work.

And this is where
he collects.

Look, scarlet fever outbreak
in 1840.

12 land owners killed
in a carriage accident, 1752.

Tavern fire. This town of
Hawthorne has a history

replete with tragedy,
but every time,

there is
a Keating offering aid.

Who's this guy? Huh? This --
Look at this guy right here.

Look, this picture's from 1884.
I swear, that's the same guy.

1928 right after
the train crash.

That's our guy.

What guy?
That guy.

Brandy had a lot of research
on her phone

all related to the Keatings.

Yeah, but that guy appeared
in the research, too,

in every story
about every disaster.
It's not a Keating?

No, a Sesselman, but a different
first name every time.

Uh, Cole, Durham, Rory,
all with the Sesselman surname.

Yeah, and the dates
of the disaster

match up to the dates that
Sesselman appears in the photos.

Every 44 years.

An impossibly successful family,
a mysterious immortal associate,

periodic tragedy,
classic Faust tale.

"The Devil and Daniel Webster."

What, is that some bloke
running for mayor?

No, a story.
It means the Keating family

has signed a deal
with the devil,

and the next Contract
comes due...

Now.

MAN: Mr. Denning, can we get
a photograph?

Hi. Yeah, let's get a picture.
Great idea.

Good.

[ Whoosh ]

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Perfect.

[ Whoosh ]

Mr. Sesselman is
a soul contractor or executor,

as they prefer --
Oh, like I care
what they prefer.

Colonel, they are
very dangerous creatures.

Hard to stop,
nearly impossible to kill.

So he's old and he's powerful.
The usual drill.

What's his weapon?
The Contract.

Bad fortunes, death,
all side effects of the bargain

to protect the agreement.

Anyone threaten the good fortune
of the signer,

the Contract will arrange
circumstances

for that person's destruction.

So how does he kill 'em?

The executor actually gets all
of his power from the Contract.

The power, focus, effect,

the power being the soul bound
to the focus -- the Contract.

The effect -- all of the death
and chaos in the Contract's wake

as it fulfills its signatory's
deepest desires.

Are we talking soul soul here?

Well, if you're asking me
what happens after you die,

I remind you, I'm one of
the least qualified people

to answer that.
But, for now, let's think of

the soul as life energy.
We've encountered creatures

who feed off
that kind of energy before.

So it's a parasite?

It feeds off the misery caused
by the Contract

and then consumes the signatory
once the Contract comes due.

Then that's how we get him.

It's a deal with the devil.

If we can't feed the devil,
we beat the deal.

How do we find it?
Something that valuable,

the family will keep it
very close.

Here.
Keating owns half the town.

I don't know how you're gonna
narrow it down.

Stealing is my job, mate.

Just lean back
and listen to Dr. Jones.

Uh-huh.
So the Contract
is 200 years old,

which means they don't wanna
move it around at all.

So it can't be in
any of the newer buildings.

That cuts these out,
doesn't it?

Exactly.
Anyway, according to this,

there's three older buildings
in town.

Gives us about a hundred rooms
to search.

Now, ordinarily, I would hack
into the security database,

look for some clues,
but we have magic.

Munchausen's Top.

Keating family,
secret treasure, Contract.

[ Whoosh ]

Not exact, but it does
give us the building.

If you look
at the blueprints,

there's space between
these walls -- secret passages.

Smells like they might --
Wait, you -- you can find

any valuable object
with that thing?

Yeah.
Anyway, once we're inside,

we should look for some kind of
magical security system --

All this magic around.

You could steal anything
you want with that.

Sure. Easy.

Anyway,
once we recover the Contract,

we should have
a primary exit plan,

a-a way to walk out
with it in hand.

And a secondary exit plan, a way
to drop it of for a pickup.

Now if you'll notice,
there's a mail slot system

that runs through
this entire building --
Why don't you?

Why don't you?

[ Imitates Australian accent ]
"I'm Ezekiel Jones,

the best thief in the world,
mate."
I do not sound like that.

And you don't use this stuff
to steal?

Like I said, it's easy.

Ezekiel Jones doesn't do easy.
Mm-hmm.

He does impossible.

Yeah, you're becoming
a good guy.

You are.

Anyway, the mail slots
all empty out here.

We'll put Colonel Baird
in this corridor as a backup.

Jones, Jones, Jones.
There was money in here!

Cancel that stupid orphans
photo op.

And make sure I'm playing
the south course on Thursday.

They just aerated the greens
on the north.

Nice to see you.
Ah, Ms. Boskoski.

Cannot wait to see
the smiling faces

of those little orphans
next week.

♪♪

I don't understand why
I have to be the chauffeur.

Library's on a budget.

We can only afford to get
two of us in the front door.

Mr. Jones will find you access.

I don't understand why
I have to be the chauffeur.

These are
the true blue bloods.

The upper crust, if you will.
Know what the upper crust is?

A brunch of crumbs
held together by dough.

[ British accent ]
Very good, sir.

Oh!

Now we must play our parts
to perfection.

If we give ourselves away
to the executor,

he'll certainly
come after the others.

[ High-pitched voice ]
Whatever you say, big daddy.

[ Giggles ]

[ Normal voice ]
Is that too much?
Mm, fabulous.

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

Magic is real.

Yeah.
Spells, witches, ghosts.

I fought a tentacle monster.
It's a weird gig.

How do you use it?
This magic?

We don't.

Like I said,
magic artifacts

are like weapons
of mass destruction,

except every one's different,

and the timer's always set
at 45 seconds.

You can't just sit
on that power, Eve.

Look at all the terrible
things that we saw,

the terrible things that
we wanted to stop or change,

and we couldn't.

You don't need magic.

It's a trap.

You're better than
you think you are.

You can do more than you think
you can. You always could.

I remember the first time
you said that.

Same here.

I'm not letting go.

Of the magic thing.
[ Exhales ]

This is where we wait.

Right.

♪♪

Ah, well, the Hamptons will do
in a pinch, of course.

It's sort of the equivalent
of a roadside motel

when one can't gas up
the jet

and skedaddle off
to Corfe Castle in Dorset.

Or when Sugar Rose here

just wants to float around
the Mediterranean on the yacht.

[ High-pitched voice ]
I like boats.
Mm.

[ Giggles ] Mm-hmm.

Would you excuse me,
Papa Bear?

Mm. Sure.

[ Slaps ]
Whoa.

[ Piano playing ]

Used to be a wrestler.

Guy you lifted this from
is freaking out upstairs.

You notice these paintings?

[ High-pitched voice ]
I noticed they were...

[ Clears throat, normal voice ]
I noticed they were here.

Different years
in different styles.

But it's the same technique.

Look at the backstroke
in the reflection.

The feathering in the collar.

These are all done
by the same hand.
The Sesselman bloke?

Why would he have them
all here? Unl--

Unless...

[ Whoosh ]

[ Gasps ]

There's elements of
a Sumerian protective spell,

Egyptian chromatographic
magic...

...and Brazilian witchcraft.

When the three combine together
to form a symbol, it's a sigil.

Protection. For the Contract.

Three pictures, three paths.

Yep. And there's three of us.
Jones.

[ Whoosh ]

Are you enjoying
the champagne?

'84 was a good year.

Well, I find that everything

after the 1756 Dom Perignon
disappoints.

Ah, precocious little grape.

You're something of
a legend in my profession.

The incorruptible knight.
Allegedly.

What I wouldn't give in exchange
for your autograph.

I would like to say
it's a pleasure, Mr. Sesselman,

but I think we both know
that is not the case.

You prefer the adversarial
approach. Well, so do I.

Keeps negotiations fresh.
How are your friends doing?

You think they found
that Contract yet?

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

Plausible deniability.

Still, in the interest
of full disclosure,

you should know that
the Contract will protect itself

from being discovered.

The closer your friends get,

the more their luck
will turn against them.

Oh!
I'm sorry about that. I...

I know you.

You're that chauffeur that
nearly walked into me earlier.

What? No, no, no,

I-I don't -- I don't
drive myself, sweetheart.

Unless I'm riding a horse.
[ Laughs ]

What are you doing in here?
Where's security?

[ Groans ]

Security!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Is that what happened
to Miss Vargas, the intern?

Oh, well, I can neither
confirm nor deny my culpability

in that rather unfortunate
series of coincidences,

but let's just say that
it would be a shame

if it were to happen again.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Well, these aren't interns.

These are Librarians.

Librarians?

[ Clank ]
Ooh! Ooh!

Okay, that shouldn't have
happened.

Oh. Well, it seems Librarians
are about to be caught

in flagrante delicto.

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

That's legalese for
"red-handed."

Literally, it means
"in blazing offense."

I love the term.
In flagrante delicto.

Oh.

Hey. I just got made by
the only person who saw me

playing a chauffeur.
How's that for luck?

Yeah, well, I feel like
every time I touch one of these,

it breaks.

I wonder if Cassandra's
having bad luck.

Hi! So I sorta tried
a locating spell,

and the only thing I kinda sorta
managed to locate was security.

Please tell me you got something
before it all went wrong.
Nope.

Okay, well, check this out.

I cased this joint to a tee.

There must be a secret door
somewhere.

[ Click ]
These sconces are not
actually sconces.

Where's Stone?

[ Door creaks ]

Where'd everybody go?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Let's just get it and go.

Hurry up.
Come on. Where is it?

[ Pounding on door ]

MEN: Gentlemen?
Got it!

I need you to -- Ow!

Plan "B"!
Plan "B"!

Eek!

[ Voice echoes ] Plan "B"!

[ Thud ]
I thought they were only
supposed to do that

if it all goes pear-shaped.
Apparently, it did.

What are we supposed to do?
Run!

Get this to Jenkins.
Wait, who's Jenkins?

[ Grunts ]

Jenkins is --
Sorry. I need this.

[ Gasps ]

One quick signature,
and all your dreams come true.

♪♪

So -- so how does
this work?

Well,
it's very straightforward.

Now that you hold
the Contract,

you simply tell me what
you want, and then you sign.

This is Keating's Contract.

All null and void
once you sign it.

I mean, the Keatings
were good clients,

but possession is nine-tenths
of the law.

So what is it that
you want?

Sam.

You know, I enlisted
right out of high school.

I just wanted to do good,
in the world and I did.

You know, I was a hero.

And now the press is saying that
I'm sleeping with this girl.

The cops wanna arrest me
for her murder.

I just want
my reputation back.

So you want to be
a hero again.

You leave him alone, Sess.
Don't call me that.

I wanna make a difference,
you know?

I think I could make
a difference.

And so you shall.

You're a good man, Sam Denning.

Always the best kind.

Now what I want you to do is
initial here, here, and here.

And then sign there.

Excellent.

[ Sizzling ]

So now what?
Oh, nothing.

Terms of the Contract
will handle the rest.

Your good fortune is assured,

and anyone who opposes you
will wish they hadn't.

You see a chance to make
a difference,

you have to take it.
There's a price!

You told me yourself. I can do
more than I think I can.

Sam, no!

[ Engine starts ]

No!

No!

No!

Oh, Colonel, we have a problem.
I know we do.

Dennings signed the Contract.
He's using it himself.

Then I stand corrected.
We have two problems.

Any idea what he's doing
with it?

He said something about
wanting to be a hero.

How bad can that be?

Well, there's always a catch
with a Soul Contract.

The executor's power
makes sure of that.

But...
In order to have a hero,
one must have a calamity.

Where are the Librarians?

That's the other problem.

Professional thief here
advising that we do not stop.

Well, you escaped.

I thought we'd lost you
for good that time.

Ezekiel was right. This place is
a maze of secret doors.

You got the Contract?

I did until Denning
re-signed it.

The 44-year disaster?
It's happening now, today.

We have to stop it.

And it will be designed to have
the maximum pathos.

The bigger the disaster,
the bigger the hero.

I know where.

I know where he is.

Sam says the whole town
is coming out for this.

Jenkins and I will try
and find him.

You three figure out what
the disaster is and stop it.

How typical.

Why does she always get
the easy jobs?

Like, how the hell are we
supposed to --

You've already figured it out,
haven't you?

The pink lines are
temporary survey marks.

That's where they're planning
to dig.

The orange is
for telephone cables,

and the white...

is for digging over gas.

They're repairing the gas mains.

Contract magic works
by coincidence --

taking what's already present
and using it against you.

Gas mains are gonna blow.

The gas line construction's
part of Keating's campaign.

Yeah, and it runs
right under Town Square.

[ Water dripping ]

Bypass junction should be
down here.

We'll divert the gas to another
line, away from Town Square.

Well, hang on.

Uh, Cassandra, you said that
the bad magic works

by taking what's around
and using it against you.

So if the Contract knows
we're trying to stop it...

It's gonna use the gas.

Well...
Occupational hazard, I guess.

I was so hoping you weren't
gonna say that.

[ Clank ]

There! We shut that off
and we close the gas line.

[ Grunts ] It's stuck.
It's no coincidence.

The Contract's trying
to stop us.

All at once? As a team.
Yeah.

One...two...three!

[ Grunts ]
[ Gas hisses, handle clatters ]

That's good. Let's go!
[ Gas hissing ]

[ Door scrapes, latch clanks ]

[ Pounds on door ]

What now?

[ Coughing ]

Hey.

Master thief,
pick the freaking lock.

Sure!

Just find me a blowtorch.

Listen, this is
an old school bolt mechanism.

The bolt sets. The end.

[ Weakly ] Just everything's
gonna be all right.

We're...just gonna have some
really psychedelic dreams

before we stop breathing
forever.

[ Whoosh ]
That's the spirit.

Ooh. Look at that.
[ Grunts ]

[ Both giggling ]

Is that the gas?
Hmm?

Hey, am I the only guy
that sees that guy?

Yep. No. Yeah.
No, that guy's real.

So very real.
And that was a good try.

It was more than just a try.

We made the gas stop
getting out.

Well, sadly, even if you have
stopped this explosion,

the -- the power of the Contract
will simply cause

a train to derail
or a-a dam to burst.

What?

Sam needs to be a hero.

The Contract will make
that happen one way or another.

Oh, these fumes will
kill you all very soon.

Perhaps
we could make a deal.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I could probably save
most of them if I react --

Most? Are you listening
to yourself?

Since when do we settle
for "most"?

Just talking here, Sam.

Not doing anything
but just talking to you.

No, you're trying to
talk me out of it.

There's no reason to do this,
Captain Denning.

None of this has to happen.

There are ways of
breaking these contracts.

Who's he?
What are you, a magician?

Librarian. No, actually,
I'm neither. I'm --

You two go ahead.

Let us help, Sam.

And what?
Just keep things status quo?

Keating continues
the old boy network?

Good people in this town
never get a fair shake?

I could change that.
I could fix that.

Not like this.

[ Sighs ]

[ Grunts ] Ah!

Now we're even.

Absolutely sure
this is a good idea?

This is a good plan
if you are who I think you are.

[ Click pen ]

[ Horn honking,
tires screeching ]

MAN:
Watch where you're going!

MAN: Hey, get out of the road,
old man!

Old man? You have no idea.

You could all walk out
of here right now.

I summon a Contract,
you sign it.

All is well.

[ Weakly ] If you...

[ Breathes heavily ]

If you think we're actually
gonna...

make a deal
with the devil, then...

[ Breathes heavily ]

...just to save
our own lives...

...you must not have met
any Librarians.

[ Chuckles ] But I've met
a lot of human beings.

I'm offering you
a fair deal.

Well, sorry, man.

I think we like our souls
right where they're at.

You understand that
you will die here?

Or you could sign
the Contract.

Any one of you could
sign the Contract.

You, Ezekiel,
you could travel the world,

every inch of it.

Go places no one
has ever seen before.

You're a swashbuckler,
Ezekiel,

in a world of accountants.

You really could
save the world.

Every week,
twice before Friday.

[ Breathing heavily ]

And you, Cassandra,
you could be healthy again.

You could live a long life
of science and magic

without that death clock
ticking away in your brain.

You could usher in
a golden age of mathemagics,

end so much suffering.

You, sir,

you could defeat Prospero,
save your friends.

Yes, yes, yes. Yes.

Now do you see
what I'm offering?

Maybe one of us
should take the hit.

Maybe...we can find something
in the Library after.

Exactly.

[ Grunts ]

Let me summon the Contract,

and I will have
my first Librarian.

[ Whoosh ]

Seriously? One punch?
You were always a lightweight.

Well played, Eve.

You figured out that you could
put your name over Sam's

to void his Contract.
Wait, what?

Not my first rodeo, Sess.
Don't call me that.

But you actually haven't
made a wish.

And running out the clock
is not a plan. I'm eternal.

Sooner or later, you're going
to have to make that wish.

Because until you do,
the original terms

of the Contract
go on to completion.

The town still goes boom,
and your little friends,

I daresay,
are not long for this world.

So whatever it is you think
you have in your bag of tricks,

you can't beat me.

I don't do tricks.
I make plans.

I exploit
the enemy's weaknesses.

You think
I have weaknesses?

I know if you engage
an entrenched enemy

with overwhelming resources,

it's a good idea to bring
a tank...Sess.
[ Scoffs ]

[ Ceiling rumbling ]
Oh, god.

[ Grunting ]

How's that superiority
thing going?

The Contract always
finds a way.

Ah, and there it is.

In five minutes,
a commuter jet is going to crash

into Hawthorne Square.

There will be three survivors

rescued by our heroic
Captain Denning here.

Everyone else in the plane
and on the Square

is going to die.

So you can try
to cheat me again,

or you can make your wish.

I won't do it.

Then everyone's going to die.

You can't force me to do it.

Sam, my friend,
you're gonna be a hero,

the type
they write songs about.

45 seconds.
[ Whoosh ]

[ Latch clanks ]

I'm billing you for the suit.

The Contract cannot kill
what cannot be killed.

[ Clicks tongue ]
Now you're starting to get it.

[ Whoosh ]

Are you okay?
I'm okay.

I wish you were
a human being.

Oh! There it is.
You've made a mis--

What did you say?

What's --
what's happening to him?
He's becoming normal.

[ Gasping,
heartbeat thumping ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

What have you done to me?

Unh-unh! No more destroying
things for you.

And if you can't do that,
then guess what?

You're
in breach of contract.

I'm human.

I've been made a mortal.
What am I to do now?!

I don't know!
Exercise. Eat right.

Look both ways
crossing the street.

It's all any of us have.
[ Cell phone rings ]

Ow! Get out of here!
I can't wait to take this call.

Jenkins! Day officially saved.
Devil officially vanquished.

Huh? Oh, yeah. Sam's good.

Yeah.

Oh, it hurts!
In places I didn't know hurt.

I'm sorry I was nearly
party to something...

[ Inhales deeply ]

I don't know, something.
I'm still processing.

I told you, magic's like a...
monkey with a loaded AK-47.

But you got out alive.
Yeah.

We both know
that's all that counts.

Besides, I always had faith
you'd do the right thing.

Yeah, well, faith's hard
to come by in our work.

It's just about seeing
the unseen.

So do you have any openings
at this Library?

They're more of
a recruiting type unit.

Plus, you've got
a campaign to run.

Please, after this, I'll be
lucky to get elected janitor.

You're better than
you think you are.

I can do more than
I think I can.

Don't ever forget it.

[ Whoosh ]

Wait, Eve, listen. Do you --

Eve?

[ Door squeaks ]

There's no way
I'm drinking this.

[ Nasal voice ] It smells like
a camel's behind.

Natural gas poisoning can cause

permanent nervous system damage,
Mr. Stone.

Oh, no.
Oh, good.

I've got a nice
bottomless hole for you.

Now please rest, all of you.

Sleep if you can.

The elixir should heal you
in about three hours.

Eight if you don't
keep still.

Thank you, Mr. Jenkins.

I once knew a medic
with your bedside manner.

Never wanted to run
a mission without her.

Yeah, well, I've always
considered myself

more of a caretaker than
anything else,

even in the old days.

Even in the old, old days.

It suits you.

One doesn't live this long

without learning how to
repair broken bodies.

[ Lowered voice ] Well,
they wouldn't need repairing

if I'd been on point.

Ah, so you think your job is
to keep them safe?

Guardian? Kind of
in the job title.

Colonel Baird,
I think you may be laboring

under
a slight misapprehension.

A Guardian's job is not to
protect the Librarian's body.

We used to go through
Librarians like penny candy.

What are you saying?

I'm here to carry
the Librarians' luggage?

Librarians die.

But there is
a much greater risk.

To be surrounded by
all of this magic,

to know that
you could change things,

that you could fix things

and not succumb
to that temptation, well...

not very many good people
can bear that burden alone.

The Librarian before
Mr. Carsen didn't die.

He gave in to the siren song
of all of this power.

He gave in.
Then he was lost.

They will not survive
in this world

without someone there
holding them steady.

I told you once,
the Library did not choose you

for your ability to kill.

The Guardian's job is not
to save the Librarians' bodies.

It is to save their souls.

And you did that
admirably today, Colonel.

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