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- Previously on
"The Magicians"...

- Will you play with me?
- No!

- You do remember me,
don't you?

I--I'm Christopher--
- Plover.

- You were looking
for your book.

Yours and your friends' books
are in the Revision Room.

But I happen to know
where that is.

- The end of Quentin's book.
He's going to die.

- Isn't that how all books end?

- His ends next week.

- Your birthright box,

which it has been
my honor to guard,

dictated your absence
from the kingdom

and your return.

- We need your help, Shoshana.

- I have a new deity to follow.

- The Poison Room fountain

has a stack of books
for a statue.

- So if we find
the right fountain...

- We can walk right in.

- When you get back

what the gods took from you,

could I maybe
have Eliot back?

- You were friends
with Eliot.

The very best of friends.

You should know that
your friend Eliot is dead.

I felt the moment
his soul died.

- Or he's trapped in there.

Forced to watch everything
the Monster does,

just waiting for us
to find a way to help him.

- [shouting]
Hello?

There's one thing

every resident
of the Physical Kids cottage

must know.

- Where the bathroom is.

- How to make...

- How to make.

- Our signature cocktail.
- How to make

our signature cocktail.

That's what I was trying to--

that's what I meant to say.

[clears throat]

Oh.

- Now you can make it
on your own.

[knocking at door]

- Should I get that?

[knocking at door]

- Rather not.

- Ah. There you are.

- Here I am.

Sorry, I had to interrupt
an orgy upstairs.

- You broke up the orgy?

- No, I told them
there was a bigger room

two doors down.

- Mmm.

Now...

I don't say this lightly,

but I think this might be
our best party yet.

- And I say this with
the weight of my whole heart.

I concur.

[both laughing]

[knocking at door]

- I'll get it.
- Don't.

Whoever is that desperate
to come in can't be fun.

- Oh.

What do you like most
about summer?

- Hmm...

Nothing.

- You don't like summer?

- No.

Nothing's what I love
about summer.

No class.

No people, just...

beautiful nothing.

[knocking at door]

No...

- Go make me a drink.

- Mm-kay.

I'm Eliot, by the way.

- Uh-oh.

That's--Eliot's my name, too.

- Well, that can't be.

What's your middle name?

- Um...

Todd?

[knocking at door]

Should I get that?

- Never answer a cop knock.

- Oh.

- Beautiful nothing.

Now that's the kind of man
I need.

[knocking at door]

- Don't answer it.
Then we have to talk to them.

- Oh, come on.
I just want to see who it is.

No, you can't come in.

Well, I'm sorry, but that
sounds like a you problem.

[screams]
- [screams] Margo!

Margo!

- [screaming] Eliot!

- [groaning] Inside.

- What?
- Inside, we must go inside--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no.
Do we know you?

- They're coming.

Let me inside, please.

I won't harm her.

This is only
for your urgent attention.

- [grunting]

- Yeah, I'm not worried about

you harming her.

- [grunting]

[both grunting]

- [screams]

- But you make a point.
Uh, let's go.

[supernatural shrieking]

- Are you done being sad now?

I need your help.

- No, I'm not.

- Is this about your friend?

Because that's not a problem.

I'm your friend.

He's gone, but I'm here.

Same number of friends.

So.

What is this?

- How am I supposed to know?

- I would like for you
to be helpful, Quentin.

- [sighs]
It's...

really old?

Like beginning
of civilization old.

- And where was that?

- Mesopotamia was the first...

- That's very helpful,
thank you.

I will see you
back at the apartment.

[eerie music]

♪

- So...spacious.

Mine wasn't nearly
half this size.

- What's with the...

that out there, is it...

Sorry, I'm at a loss for words,
which is new for me.

- I'm sure you're
quite flummoxed.

Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit,
sit, sit, sit, sit.

Well, the good news:

a monster possessed you
and is inhabiting your body.

- What?
- He normally tears people

to shreds, so believe me,
this is preferable.

And when he possessed you,
he thrust all of you

to this nook of your mind

that holds
all your remembrances.

Everything here is remembrance.

Even your friend here.

Now, do me a favor.

Imagine she's not here.

- What the fuck?

- Oh, tell me.

I've been trying
to understand it.

I just can't figure it out.

What is "fuck"?

- Well...

um, well, it's sort of
like a...

a chameleon of a word.

Wait, um...

Who are you?

- Oh, uh, well,

I'm Charlton.

- Now, I have repressed
many memories,

but I would never forget
somebody named Charlton.

- Thank you.
- Not a compliment.

- I'm not a memory.

I once was possessed
by the Monster too.

I was in my memory for...

it's hard to say.

- That's it.

I'm pretty sure I shot you.

Or your body, at least.

Sorry.

- No bother.

It was the Monster's longer
than it was mine.

And I have quite enjoyed
the change of scenery.

This is what I call
your Happy Place.

All your pleasant remembrances
live here.

It's very easy to get content
and lose track of time.

And reality.

- So you're here
to break me out.

My knight in drab armor.

- No, that would be ridiculous.

We stay here.

- We don't.
I'm taking my body back.

- No, no, no, no, no.

This is the only place
the creatures can't come.

- We can't--oh, right.

The scary shrieky things
that live outside.

What are they?

- The Monster's other hosts.

Inmates from the Castle.

Horrible, wretched mistakes
of the gods,

all of them.

- Yeah, but if--if this
is all my memory,

then they can't really
hurt us, right?

- Would you care to ask
the Knight Ora?

She was here before you.

- I would, actually.
- Well, you can't.

Because she's dead.
Dead fuck.

- That's not quite right.

- And I told her that
when you die here,

you're gone forever,
but she just had to try

and find her door, and pray
imagine what befell her?

Devoured by creatures.

Flesh rent from her bones.

Skin torn from her skull.

She died staring
at her own face

held before her.

- That is awful.
- Yeah.

- What's this about a door?

- [whistling]

- Could you not, please?

- What, no time for cheer?

We escaped the Library safe.

You hid your friends.
They're safe, too.

- Yeah, well, not Quentin.

- And what exactly are you
gonna do about it, hmm?

Besides scowl?

- Save him.

Warn him, I don't know.
I don't owe you an answer.

- You wanna know what I think?

- Jesus God, never.

- I think we need to cast
another spell on that book

for you.

- I know exactly
where I need to go.

Quentin's book showed me
where he is.

And he only has
a couple days left.

- Oh, so you trust one book
and not the other?

That's funny.

- There's only one place
I can try to make things right.

- Redemption arc.

Word of advice,
'cause I can see you need it.

Apologize for
what you've done, fine.

But never for who you are.

'Cause you'll never
be able to change that.

So why pretend?

We're getting closer,
aren't we?

- Just a few fountains away.

- [sighs]
All I need

is one moment

to find my friends
and tell them I'm alive.

Help me.

Or I'm kicking you
out of the Happy Place.

I can do that.

Right?
- Yeah.

There's a door somewhere.

Hidden deep
in a forgotten remembrance.

- Forgotten remembrance?

- For me it was the door
to my childhood bedroom.

But not...part of the memory.

Just...

just there.
- What memory?

Where--how did
you get there, Charlton?

- You can get to any memory.

You just think on it
and walk outside.

The one you seek, though,
is difficult to find.

It's hidden well.

Even from you.

It hides in the place
you think of least

because you don't wish to.

Why?

Because it's so terrible.

- Huh.
So just my most

repressed and traumatic memory.

This'll be fun.

Come on, Charlton.

Time to take a walk
down memory lane.

- Wait, wait, wait.

Why do I have to come?
- You're coming.

- Are you sure this is
the right one?

- What, you don't
trust the book?

- Well, no, it's just I--

well, I've never seen one
locked before.

- Here.

[stones clicking]

[grunts]

I'll throw this down for you
in case you change your mind

and you wanna climb back up.

- Oh, very good.

Right.

Well, Alice, I suppose
this is good-bye.

I do hope wherever you go is...

is where you're supposed to be.

- Same to you.

- Right.
Well, here goes...

[water splashes]

- Hey, 23.
Can I get a ride?

- I ain't your personal Uber.

I'm back to Earth
after finishing the eggs,

which I'm telling myself
come from a chicken.

- It'll be real quick.

I just need to get
my birthright box.

And I'd love to do that

before having to break
the Eliot news

to the whole castle.

Because that's not gonna be
a short convo.

- Yeah, I'm helping Julia
with a god power thing.

- You're seriously
blowing me off

to score points
with your crush?

- I'm the only one that
can perform the ritual.

You're the one that brought
your fuckboy with you.

- I brought Josh

'cause we needed a decent cook.

And we're cool.

- Just like Julia
and me are cool.

Cool?
- Cool, so about that ride?

- Thanks for breakfast.

- High King Margo, you're back!

Where's Eliot?

- Hey, Julia, uh...

ready to run some diagnostics?

Sup, Shoshana?
- Oh, we already ran them.

- Oh, uh...

Okay, what did they say?

- Inconclusive.

Uh, we're looking for
the right ritual to try.

- But, um,
I'm her follower now,

so I can handle it.

- Right, so I'll just--
- Oh, do you happen to know

any diagnostics to run

on pseudo-gods or whatever?

- Can't say that I do.

- Mm.
Oh, so...

We're good here, then.

- Right.

I'm gonna bounce.

Uh, text me if you, uh,

need a ride, or...

something.

- Thanks, Penny.

- [gasps] Oh, shit, I--

I totally forgot to ask

if you have any
magical wards or cloaks.

They could be interfering.

- Uh, yeah, a massive
cloaking spell.

This evil bitch
Irene McAllister is after me--

so, uh, you can't remove it.
I need it.

- Oh, crap, I just did.

Um, just, um, give me
30 seconds.

I'll protect you.

- Julia.

Check out this bitch.

- Iris.

What are you doing here?

- That Monster you let
out of the Castle

is after me and my friends.

Gods in hiding.
It's so gauche.

But you're gonna
help us trap him.

- I'll help you.

If you tell me what I am.

I'm not a human.

Not a god.

- You're the worst parts
of both.

Helpless as a human,
immortal as a god,

so everyone you ever love
will die

and you're just stuck here
on this stupid rock,

alone, forever.

Because no one can kill you

except for, oh, hey,

someone exactly like me.

So listen.

This is a living stone.

Its blood keeps the Monster
from traveling.

Blackspire's made of
thousands of these.

That's why
it's the perfect prison.

Unless, of course,
someone opens the door.

But the blood can hold him
in place for a few minutes.

So bleed the stone,
dump the blood on him.

I'll take him to the Castle.

- You really need me, or...

did you just come here
to talk shit?

- Mm.

Gods can't touch the blood.

It fritzes our powers,

not that that's a problem
for you.

I'll be watching.

Once you dump the blood,
I'll do the rest.

And please, don't do
your usual thing

and screw it up.

- Okay.
Cloak's back on.

What?

Do I have a booger?

- Well.
[sniffles]

That wasn't as bad
as I expected,

considering it was
my first cry as a widow.

- Yeah.
Just two short hours.

- How long did you cry?

When you found out
that Eliot's...

that he...

- I've been a little busy.

And it seems like
you're good now.

So I'm gonna go.

- Wait, wait, Margo.

Margo.

Margo.

- High King Margo.

You're returned.
- And just leaving.

- Before you do,

could you say hello
to Her Slowness, Abigail?

She's not herself.

Seeing you might lift
her spirits.

- What's wrong with her?

- She's not speaking.

She hasn't said a word
to me all day.

- Rafe.

Come here.

[both sniffling]

[both crying]

- So, great,
you have each other.

I'm going to find
my birthright box.

- Look, not to be a dick,
but, uh,

drawing blood from a stone
is a saying for a reason.

- Yeah, I know.

She wasn't in the mood
to elaborate.

- Yeah, she was too busy
making threats.

- Shoshana has
her reservations,

but we have no choice, so--

- Wait, what reservations?

- Well, Shoshana thinks that--
- Iris can't be trusted.

Okay?
That bitch is all sketch.

Bacchus hated her.

- Why, did she, uh, give him
an intervention?

- No, he wouldn't say.

And he told me everything.

Okay, look, the point is,

Iris talked him
into doing something

a long time ago, okay,

and the fact that he wouldn't
say what it was?

That should be enough
to scare us off.

- Look, we don't have a choice.

Iris made that damn clear.

So if you could help us--
- I am helping.

- No, Shoshana, you're
getting in the way.

- No, she's right.
We have to do this.

- Q, if this works,

Eliot will be locked
in Castle Blackspire forever.

- Eliot's dead.

And the Monster's
coming back here.

So let's figure this out
before he does.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Penny, right?

- I know you?

- Well, here it is, Charlton.

My greatest trauma.

- Someone put a sheet over you

and wheeled around
your strange bed.

- That's Logan Kinnear.

Very deceased.

That's me.

The first time I ever
used magic was, um...

to kill Logan
with that school bus.

- That is very fuck.

- That's, um, still
not quite right.

It's more of an adverb.

Anyway,
he was a bully.

He was the single worst person
in my life.

I can't tell you how many times

he made me think
about killing myself.

But when I did this,

I became the worst person
in my life.

Well, this has been...

very therapeutic.

Um, but I'm not seeing
any doors.

- Is there something...

especially painful
that you're avoiding?

- Look at me.
I would say that I--

I--I am suffering
some very special pain.

- Well, it's not all bad.

You have a friend
to comfort you.

- My only childhood friend.

Taylor.

Everyone else would
taunt and bully me,

but never Taylor.

Never.

Oh, shit.

I think I know
where we need to go.

- Bitch.
- Yeah!

- You can kick him
harder than that.

- What, you wanna kiss boys?

- Queer.
- Kick him.

- Faggot.
- Little bitch.

- Let's kick him.
- Come on, kick him.

- [whistle blows]

All right, that's enough.

He gets the point.

Let's go, come on.
Let's go.

Out of here.

Let's go.
Come on.

Hey! Eliot!

I said that's enough.

- Oh, my.

- Come on, Taylor.
Let's go, buddy.

- Hating myself for who I am
is one thing, but...

to hurt somebody else?

[supernatural shrieking]

Do you see a door?

- None.

- Back to the Happy Place?

- Hey!

Hey.

You got to get a visitor's pass
from the front office.

[grunting, gurgling]

- [muttering spell]

Oh, my God, it worked.

- Fantastic news.

- Ow, oh, God.

- [grunts]

- [grunts]

- What are you doing?

- Um, reading.

- You are so boring sometimes.

Look what I found.

- How did you do that?

- I went to Mesopotamia
like you told me to.

- I never said--

- It's really quite different
than I remember,

and I couldn't find
anything useful.

I got so frustrated
I almost broke it.

But when I pick it up

and focus my power into it,

this happens.

What does it say?

- We could look those up.

The symbols.
- Really? How?

- Books.

- Books.

- There's a library here.
- Mm, library.

- Or we can take a field trip.

- Field trip...
- To...

Brakebills.

We could take a field trip
to Brakebills.

They have--they have
a huge library.

- Field trip to...

- Tons of books.
- To Brakebills.

- Holy dick shit!

What are you doing?

- The Last Lay.

The widow lays
in her marital bed

buried in the garments
of her deceased love.

I was worried; you weren't
at the bare-breasted laments.

- Yeah? My boobs can lament
just fine covered, thanks.

Can we get the locksmith
up here?

- Everyone's gone for the day.

- The whole staff is gone?

- Except for the carpenters

building the Altar
of Remembrance.

- [muttering spell]

- Hi, Quentin.

- I need to tell you something.

Can I come in?

- Uh, no.
- Fine.

I was in the Library...

- Of course you were.

- Don't be a shit.

They locked me up, okay?

And...but I escaped,

and I changed our books
so that they can't track us.

And when I was reading
your book I read the end.

Q, you die in two days.

- Why should I believe you?

- You're bleeding
a living stone, right?

To kill the Monster?

You spend two whole days
bleeding it

and when you finally douse him
with it, he kills you.

I'm not here to scare you.

I'm just here to tell you

to forget the plan and run now.

- If we don't trap the Monster,

Iris kills Julia.

So thank you
for the information,

but I'm not bailing on her.

- It's your life, Q.

- What if I beat the book?

It says it takes two days.

What if I bleed it
faster than that?

- Any changes to the book
can have a ripple effect.

Maybe it would work.

- I can't do it any faster,
so if you...

care to help, um...

- I...hate books.

Let's go back to the apartment.

- Nope, sorry.

If we wanna find it,
it's gonna be here.

- This is it.

- You found it?

- Yes. No?
- No.

- Yes...?

- This game is confusing.

Which is it?
- Yes.

We found something.

It's just the, um,
the wrong thing.

It's just totally wrong.

- I'm sorry.

- I really hate books.

- [coughs]

Okay.

This is the inscription,

but we're trying to stall him.

- I thought I was helping.

- I know.
Look,

you should go
help Q at the apartment.

- Please let me stay.

I'll stall him, I'll shut up,

I'll do whatever you want,
just...

he already took Bacchus
from me.

I couldn't stand losing
another god to him.

- Okay.

Just stay out
of the way, got it?

- Yes, yes, my goddess.
Yes.

- This is too many.

- If I cut it down any more,
we're chopping bone.

Any one of these
could have the door.

- Or creature
waiting to kill us.

It's really best
if we stay here.

- No, I have to let my friends
know I'm still in here.

We have to go back.

- Whatever you say,
Jack Shepherd.

- Was that a..."Lost"
reference?

- You watched it all
one week over Christmas.

I stayed in that memory
for a while.

What did you think
of the finale?

- Stay on task, Charlton.

How do we survive visiting
all of these memories?

- Oh, the large man
in the short pants

was quite awful, wasn't he?

- That's what we need.

- More large men
in short pants?

- Even better.

Charlton, meet my friends.

Quentin from the time
I convinced him to fight Penny.

Fen, who was ready
to fight pirates

at a moment's notice.

And Margo the Welters captain.

No force in heaven or on Earth
is more terrifying.

- If you pathetic
sons of bitches

aren't crying blood
by the time this is over...

- Okay, okay.

Save it for the creatures
that you'll be fighting

while I look for a door
back to my body

located in one of these.

Every memory I've shoved
to a dark corner of my mind.

Because being self-aware
and happy don't always mix.

Let's start with
the Embarrassments Minora.

The worst haircut of my life.

- [screams]

- I'm sorry.

He's just a little shy.

- Are you serious right now?

- Well, it's not like
this has ever happened before.

Failing that, we move on
to the darker stuff.

All right, let's do this.

Welcome to the Physical Kids
cottage.

I sleep with people's
boyfriends.

I've betrayed my friends
by accident.

- Go left, go left.

- And on purpose.

Guards.

- No, Eliot.

- Take her to the dungeon.
- No!

Eliot...

- Ugh, God damn it.

There's still
no fucking doors.

I was feeling really good
about those.

Brace yourselves, everyone.

AIt's daddy issues and dicks
from here on out.

[supernatural shrieking]

- They're here.

- Run. Run.

- You even tango with
a knife maker's daughter?

Come at me!

[shrieks]

- I got this!

[grunting]
- [growling

- [grunting]

Your face looks like a scrotum!

Agh! Go!

- [screams]

You bargain basement creature!

- Oh...

- Get some towels.

- Is it bad?
- Don't look.

- [sighs]

Fuck.

- You got it right.

Yeah.

- That should do it.

It just needs to drain and...

for a minute or two.

- You can, uh, leave now.

Uh, when Julia gets out
of the Brakebills ward,

she'll text me
and I'll meet her in the park.

Then we trap the Monster today,
not in two days.

So we're good.

Deathly fate averted.

- I should--I should
be there with you

just in case what happens
in the book starts happening.

- I'm about to kill my friend.

It's a monster, I know,

but it's a monster
with his face and eyes

and I'm just--I don't

have space for us right now.

- I'm not asking you to!

"A dog approached,
wanting to play.

"The owner followed to talk
to Quentin, distracting him.

"And in that moment,

"The Monster saw
the stone's blood and Quentin,

"and, with a mere thought,
sliced him apart,

so ending the story
of Quentin Coldwater."

I didn't come here
to make up with you.

I came here to save your life.

I'm just trying to figure out
how to fix

this mountain of shit
that I've created.

- Well, it's gonna take
a lot more than just my life.

- I sent Christopher Plover
to the Poison World.

I figure that should give me
some points in my favor.

- You what?

- Well, I was supposed to
send him to a peaceful world,

but I thought that maybe
he would do something

to a little kid and--

and you know what,
he doesn't deserve peace.

- Oh, my God. Oh.
[groans]

Sorry, I'm back
where you were confessing

to murdering my favorite
children's book author

and yeah, I know, he's evil,

but it's--
- But does that make me good?

Does killing him make me
better or worse?

- I don't know.

- I am trying.

Okay, Quentin?
I am always trying.

So if you have some recipe
for perfect redemption,

just tell me.

Because I can't change
the way that you feel,

so just...

There's a spell...

Okay, there's a spell in here

that...

that will tell me
where I'm supposed to go.

So just let me come with you

and then do this spell with me.

And then wherever
it says to go, I'll go,

and I will stay there
for good, okay?

Just let me help you.

- Wherever it says?

Do you promise?

- Promise.

- Do whatever you gotta do.

Just get it open.

- This seems rash,
even for you.

- Well, like my ex always said,

I'll be happy once that box
is open.

- Margo, have you cried yet?

For Eliot?

- Fen, I'm only gonna
say this once.

Me joining your sad-face
therapy party is dumb.

Because I can't cry out
all the sadness ever.

Because if I start,

I'll never stop, understand?

I'll be useless forever.

And somebody has to rule
this kingdom,

and I will be God-damned

if I drop the ball

'cause I was too busy
lamenting with my tits out,

all right?

- Your Majesty.

With deep regret
I must inform you,

the royal sheep choir?
They've gone silent too.

- But we need them
for the memorial.

Who else will sing
the Bleats of Despair?

- High King Margo.

- A talking lizard
of the Dunes.

I've only ever read
about these.

- Well, what's my birthright,
you scaly shit?

- It's the talking animals.

They've all been struck dumb.

- Well, shit.

All right, Fen.

I think I will do a ritual.
Earth specialty.

The sleep of solitude.

I pop an Ambien, everyone
leaves me alone till noon.

That'll be perfect.

- Mm, I never asked.

When you found your door, um...

what memory was it?

- The day that I left home.

- That's it?

That's your most
traumatic memory?

- Yes.

Because I left...

Home.

- But it was
when you were confronted

with what you fear most.

- Great.

So just figure out what that is

and I'll make a distraction,

and then--and then you can
go there.

- I know you're
just a memory, but...

you're a very generous one.

- Well, you sacrifice
for people you love.

- Oh, shit.

I get it.

Q, I'm gonna take you
up on that.

Lead the creatures
to my puberty.

Go bravely.

- Okay.

- I know where I need to go.

- Did it happen?

- Fifty years.

- It happened.

- Okay, so they should
be coming from there.

I'll stand here.
He'll come to me.

And then you drench him.

- It was sort of beautiful.

- It really was.

- I know this sounds dumb...

but us.
We--

You know, think about it.

Like, we--we work.

And we know it 'cause
we've lived it.

Who gets that kind
of proof of concept?

- We were just injected with

a half-century of emotion,

so I get that maybe
you're not thinking clearly.

- No, I'm just saying,
what if we...

gave it a shot?

I mean, would that
be that crazy?

Why the fuck not?
I...

- I know you and you...

aren't...

- What's the matter?
- Don't be naive. It matters.

Q, come on.

I love you, but...

you have to know
that that's not me

and that's definitely not you,

not when...
not when we have a choice.

- Okay. I...

Okay.

Sorry, I...

- What the hell
is wrong with you?

And what the hell
are you doing?

- Q, the dog.

- Hi.
- Sorry about him.

Train 'em all you want,
they're still gonna do

what they're gonna do,
you know?

- Mm-hmm.

- You have a dog?

- Q, she's the distraction.
- Hmm? No, I...

right, sorry, I got--uh.

- All right, man.

- Okay.

Q, I'm gonna pour
the blood on him, okay?

You just run right now, please.

- No, look,
stick to the plan. Go.

They're coming.

- Someone good and true

loves you.

And he went out on a limb.

And, yeah,
it was a little crazy,

but you knew.

You knew this was a moment
that truly mattered

and you just snuffed it out.

[tense music]

♪

Q, I'm sorry.

I was afraid.

And when I'm afraid,
I run away.

If I ever get out of here, Q,

know that when I'm braver

it's 'cause I learned it
from you.

- Quentin.

♪

[door opens]

♪

- Q.

Q.

[laughing]

It's me.

It's Eliot.

- Okay, no games, come on.

Let's just go.
- It's Eliot.

- No, bullshit.
Come on.

- Fifty years.

Who gets proof of concept
like that?

- What?

- Peaches and plums,
motherfucker.

I'm alive in here.

- Eliot.

Whoa, no!

- Did it work?

- I hope so.

- You fucked it up.
I warned you.

- No!
- Wait, don't!

- Look what you did.

- Iris.

Fancy seeing you here.

I'd like it back now.

- [gasps]

- I'm sorry.

- You tried to trick me.

- No. No, it wasn't--

- The plan worked, right, Q?

- Who is this now?

- Right the plan, the--we--

we got Iris for you.

We couldn't tell you
because she was watching,

but we...

we did it.

- This was all
just a plan...for me?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, yeah, and, um...

and here's the best part.

We didn't wanna show you

till you had the piece
from Iris.

According to this,

uh, all those organs?

They're building blocks.

Trying to piece together
a body.

Is it yours?

- Impressive.

- Eliot's alive.

- What?

- He's alive.

- Any minute now.

I was just about to leave, I...

Does she know that
I just saved your life?

- No.

I never thanked you for that.

He made me hesitate,
and if I hadn't...

Eliot would be gone.

If the Monster's
building a body,

maybe there's a way
that we can...

save him.

- I can help.

Just let me stay.

- You saved my life.

You can save my life 50 times.

It's not gonna change...

anything between us.

I loved you.

Maybe you couldn't trust that.

It's done.

Good-bye, Alice.