All language subtitles for The Librarians The Next Chapter - 2x03 - And the Vanishing Bankers

Are you still at it, darling?

I brought you some tea.

Police have been hopeless as per.

But you say you're some kind of
specialist?

Yes.

And I promise you, Lady Shanley, if
anyone can find your husband, it's me

and my team.

Well, that's most reassuring.

Thank you, Miss Cornwall.

So, if I may ask, where might they be,
your team?

I'll be back in one second.

Sorry.

Vikram, where are you?

Here.

Charlie, funny story. I was looking for
a book on the reproductive cycle of

crabs when I was completely distracted.

Get through it.

Yes, yes, yes. Coming, dear.

No need to get your thumbtacks in a
twist.

Do you mind holding that one? Can't
climb one's hole.

Where are we?

Bloomsbury. Yes, at the home of... Where
are the others?

Connor and Liza.

They're on their way.

Here they are.

Sorry I'm late. I had to find my jacket
with pockets.

Found my other jacket, but in the field.
Pockets are what you need.

And we're still missing Connor.

Oh, he went to go change his shoes. And
why has he gone to change his shoes?

Because he got new shoes.

And he said, and I quote, these are my
cool new shoes. London is a cool city,

and I'm wearing my cool new shoes.

London town.

Cool. Hey, check out my cool new shoes.

No, no, no, no, no.

This is not how this is going to go.
Firstly, you're late.

Secondly, you have taken three magic
doors instead of one.

So? So?

What, you think magic doors just come
for free?

I have fulfilling paperwork.

Every single time it's fired up. You
just tripled my workload.

My pockets.

My shoes. My crabs.

I don't know.

Go. I'm sorry. Go.

Take your time.

Tell me what happened.

Chris. Sir Christopher Chamblee. He's my
husband.

He was working late.

He's been working late a lot at the
moment. It's an international merger at

the bank.

May I chop you up?

Marvelous. Thank you. And, uh...

You, my dear?

Yes, please.

Uh, what bank does he work for?

Oh, he's the head of Charkham's.

And, uh, he's been successful.

Terribly successful.

But at a price.

What a price?

Chris used to be such fun.

The sort of man who never lost touch
with his inner child.

But the work, the sheer...

Volume of never-ending work.

And so when I saw him jump, I assumed he
had tried to...

And when you looked, he was gone.

No body. No sign of him.

Even after all these years and that
wonky old face, I still love him so

much.

Please tell me you can find him. If
anyone can find him, we can. I swear it.

Thank you so much.

Life without Chris would be just so
grey.

Lady Chamblee, did anything else unusual
happen that night?

Yeah, yeah. Just before Chris jumped, I
heard the trill of a flute.

Okay.

Oh, God.

Interesting.

The duff on the ledge doesn't match the
duff anywhere else.

Hey, see these symbols?

Triangle cut into a circle.

What is that, like a gang sign?

Cult? None that I'm familiar with.

Ah, okay. Pull me back.

And see?

Pocket.

Here.

Yo, librarians.

So, down there, front door. See what I
see?

A drain. No.

Trash. No. Ooh, a drain full of trash.

A smart doorbell.

So, I pulled the audio off it from
midnight.

Listen to this.

The flute, Pearl.

Just like she said.

The flute?

The dust? The cymbals?

What does any of it mean?

My app is not registering the dust as
magic, but it definitely does not belong

in Bloomsbury.

12% is ground grape seeds, so that's not
your average London dust.

According to the London newspaper
Columns, Sir Christopher Chamblee is the

fifth banker to have gone missing over
the past two weeks.

Oh, and get this, Charlie. Although the
bankers did not work in the same bank,

they all lived within a mile radius of
Christopher Chamblee's home.

I know that, sir.

And so would you, if you read my
briefing notes.

Briefing notes, Charlie? Yes, sir.
Before each mission, I produce briefing

notes on everything we need to know.

Please tell me someone reads my briefing
notes.

Do you know how much time I spend on the
briefing notes?

No, but if you wrote that time down,
then I would promise to read it. Sorry,

Charlie. If I knew you did briefing
notes, I swear I would have read them.

In fact, I'll read them right now. Thank
you, Connor.

Where are they?

And your pigeonholes.

I have a pigeonhole? There's
pigeonholes?

There's pigeons. Do you have any idea
how much time and effort I put into

being a good guardian?

How exhausting it is to always be the
one who holds every... You have no idea

what I'm talking about, do you?

Because you're the fun ones.

The impulsive ones.

You know what? Sometimes I wish I didn't
have to be the responsible one.

Oh. What the hell is that? The trill
took off. Time to go alarm.

London is the most surveilled city in
the world, so I fed the sound of the

flute trill into all the monitoring
systems within a one-mile radius of Sir

Christopher's house, and bingo. It
detected a trill?

Live, happening right now. Come on.

Oh,

don't jump!

Hey! Step forward into the light.

Slowly. She's a guy I tried to save.

Ha!

Get that!

Christopher, Lady Tam knows something.
We have to get you out of here.

No grown-ups allowed.

No grown-ups allowed.

What are you talking about?

What is this place?

Can you please stop crying?

I'm it. I'm it.

Ready or not, I'm coming.

Okay. I guess it did get in touch with
his inner child again.

I just need to find a way out.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Stupid thing.

Okay, I've been scanning for
teleportations, portal manifestations,

and multiversal fissures.

I've widened the search for the food
trail across all of London.

Nothing. Nothing.

Dead end.

Okay. Have we ruled out supernatural
abductions or poltergeist, right? If the

house were built on sacred ground, Drew,
it's pagans, Romans.

Okay, think. Connor thinks she can't
have just disappeared. I won't let her

disappear.

Think. Where have you been? Any sign of
Charlie? No, not yet, but I bring hope.

This is Charlie's candle, taken from the
candle room inside the library.

Every custodian, librarian, and guardian
has one burning within, representing

their force of life.

And as long as their candle burns...
Charlie's wife.

Oh, thank God.

Where is she?

Observe. A reference volume of animal
footprints, wild and domesticated. Now,

did this look familiar?

Triangle inside a circle.

It's just like the prints we saw on the
windowsill.

Goat hoof prints?

Is that what they are?

Wait, how did a goat get onto a
windowsill in Bloomsbury? And why only

two prints? Is it a two-legged goat?

Okay, results are coming in.

I ran a deep diagnostic on the dust from
the windowsill because I just could not

decipher some of this plant matter.

Okay, here we go.

Dried ground leaves.

And what kind of leaves?

Leaves from olive trees.

Ah, olive trees.

And the other plant matter from the duff
composition was grape seeds.

Oh, olive trees and grape seeds. So
what, the duff is from Italy?

Greece? Greece.

And very specifically, the trees are
from the south side of Mount Olympus.

Mount Olympus?

Could that suggest a Greek god?

Well, which one?

Oh, of course!

How could I have been so stupid? It is
so painfully obvious.

Hmm? The hoof prince, the trill, the
flute.

Oh, rather, the panpipe.

It's Pan.

It is the god Pan.

That is a terrible drawing.

I don't mean to talk about too good to
be true.

You alright? I'll bite.

What the?

Magic.

I'm going to get this back. Sir
Christopher, stop.

You have to step out of this.

You can't play with us.

Why not?

Because you're too old. And you're too
ugly.

Ugly, ugly, you're too ugly.

Ugly, ugly.

Is this thing on?

Good.

Yeah! Are you having a wild time?

But wait.

What's this? I'm sensing someone here
who doesn't belong.

An adult.

Spoiling our fun.

And what do we say to adults, children?

Boo!

Boo indeed.

Hello, Charlie Cornwall.

Do you like games?

Because I am now a one- Wonderful game
to play.

It's cool.

I'm coming to get you.

Not falling for that again.

No.

Don't you know, Charlie?

Friends never leave.

Yeah?

Well, I'm not your friend.

The god of parties and revels, but also
of chaos. And not just any old chaos.

No, not your run of the mill. Keep that
away from me. Get that out of my house

kind of chaos.

The danger with Pan is he seduces you
into desiring the chaos, welcoming it

in. Chaos, wilderness, lawlessness,
addiction.

O'Connor, the kinds of parties Pan
throws, they would devastate minds,

friendships, loves, cities,
civilizations.

But he died.

Pan died and now he is back.

Somehow. How?

How do you resurrect a god? Start what?
Worshipping it again? That would work.

But to manifest enough sacred energy
would require the devotion of millions.

And who worships Pan in such numbers
today?

Maybe there's a clue in the briefing
notes.

Charlie's briefing notes. Of course.

This is so frustrating.

I know it has some significance, but I
can't find any magic about it.

How's the hacking going?

I am almost in the Bloomsbury CCTV
network.

Oh!

Charlie's briefing notes.

They are, of course, excellent.

They chart a pattern of disappearing
bankers over the last 100 years.

Every 20 years, in always the same part
of London, six bankers vanish.

So it takes a clue? It takes, like,
Pan's magic number or something?

Wait, six bankers every 20 years? For
100 years, that's 30 bankers. That's 30

families being left behind.

What happened to them all?

So there were at least three cameras
that would have got a good view of

Christopher's apartment.

Oh, look. Look there.

See the shadow? There's someone just
standing out of frame. Let me see if I

can... Whoa.

Do you see what I see?

Yeah, but that's impossible.

Shadow? What's it missing?

There's no one casting it.

It's just a shadow standing on its own.

But the gold pan did not have a
detachable shadow.

So maybe it's not pan.

These are leg-like, not goat-like. Not
that I'm the expert on the animal-human

hybrid magic woo-woo. Hey, I figured out
a Connor thing.

Turns out, not that hard.

Oh, it must make you so happy. Usually
the happiest I've ever been.

Oh, did the dust just glow in response
to my happiness?

I'm flying.

I'm thinking happy thoughts and I'm
flying.

This is fairy dust.

I thought you weren't an expert in magic
woo-woo. I'm not, but I've read the

storybooks. The sad shadow.

Missing people in Bloomsbury. The
pamphlets. The wrong pan. Not Godpan,

it's... Peter Pan.

Who?

Clap if you believe in fairies.

So, from what you're telling me, this
Peter Pan is entirely amoral, self

-centered, deceitful, powerful,
seductive, an exceptional swordsman who

can also fly, and he has a captive
fairy, and is also an immortal.

And I thought the God Pan was bad.

I... I'm not part of it like that.

Peter Pan is a villain. Way to ruin my
childhood.

Could it be that...

Peter Pan is this era's incarnation of
Pan himself.

Pan took many forms.

And could he have got himself back
together by using himself in popular

culture?

Yes.

You said that to revive a god, they
would need worshippers in their

millions. Peter Pan, his books, plays,
theme parks, video games, he has loved

in his millions.

There we have it. What an devotion to
the Pan. As we now know him, Peter Pan.

And where would he have taken China?

My guess?

Neverland. Excellent.

And where exactly would someone find
directions there?

You can't be Peter Pan. Peter Pan isn't
real.

Of course I'm real, Charlie. I'm as real
as any boy can be.

You're from a book? A book written about
me. The greatest boy of all. And it's

all true, Charlie. I am.

Peter Pan.

No, you're a shape-shifting goat boy
psycho who kidnaps bankers. Lost boys.

And kills them. I didn't kill anyone.

You have a room full of skeletons.

They died of old age. It's what humans
do.

It isn't my fault that all children
except one grow up. But they weren't

children. They're adults with lives and
families, and you robbed them of all

that. They wanted to be here, just as
you want to be here. I do not want to be

here. But you wished it, Charlie
Cornwall.

I heard you when you wished it.

I wish I didn't have to be the
responsible one. That's what you said.

How did you... And now you don't.

Now you can be a child forever.

Okay.

If you're Peter Pan, then where's
Captain Hook?

Where's Tinkerbell? Captain Hook is
dead, at least for now.

And Tinkerbell, she's around here
somewhere. Sure.

Where's Neverland?

Where's Neverland?

Wendy, you're in Neverland.

You just have to look with your heart.

It's beautiful.

It's where you belong, Wendy. Stop
calling me Wendy. My name's... What?

What is your name?

Of course it is. It always has been.

Now, can you think about...

Peter,

I could stay here forever.

Right. Listen up, you little fairy.

Of course I didn't fall for the
Neverland illusion.

How? Because I'm a guardian. Wait.

I can understand you.

Weird.

Because I'm Wendy, right?

Huh. Oh, sorry.

Didn't mean to squeeze.

That better?

Good. Now listen up.

I've read the book. I know the rules.

And if I'm Wendy...

That means you hate me and you want me
out of here.

Well, guess what?

I want me out of here, too.

Which means... maybe we could help each
other out.

Good. Now I'm going to need you to get a
message out of here for me.

Second son to the right and straight on
till morning.

Sort of vague, imprecise,
incomprehensible coordinates of those.

Neverland is a real place.

There's every possibility it exists in
some kind of extra-dimensional space.

Or... Can anyone else hear... tinkling?

What is it? What is it?

What is it? Is that Tinkerbell?

Tinkerbell? Tinkerbell?

Tinkerbell?

You washed that

tongue with that dirty mouth.

I do not care how far you've come or how
fast. There is no excuse for gross

vulgarities. Sorry.

Sorry, Bikram, you speak, uh, you speak
fairy? This is crazy. Well, of course I

do.

It's really rather similar to unicorn.

I met a unicorn once. Bernard drank me
under the table.

Right, here goes.

Ah,

I see. I apologize for my accent. But
let me ask you, um...

Oh, indeed.

And she...

Which means you.

Which is why we.

I think that's all perfectly clear.

What is today?

Oh, I'll tell you along the way.

Fairy is rather complicated to
translate. But basically, the big nasty

lady squished her and now she hates her
and she'd like us to take the nasty lady

away. From?

Neverland.

Actual Neverland.

We are going to actual Neverland.

Hey, you glad you wore your cool new
shoes now?

I don't know what I was thinking. Of
course it's raining in London.

Actual Neverlands suck.

Talk about don't eat your hair.

Tinkerbell says that this is only a
temporary Neverland, that Peter Pan lost

access to his realm.

How?

Tinkerbell says he was out too long
recruiting lost boys.

Vic, from now on, please start every
sentence with Tinkerbell says.

Connor, keep a sense of the danger we
are in, please.

Yeah.

This is a good start.

It's not even locked.

Nothing suspicious about that.

It's a trap.

Well, Neverland is story locked.

Tinkerbell told me that if we want to
get into Neverland, we have to become a

part of Peter's story. So, the bankers
became lost boys.

Charlie has become Wendy.

What? Charlie is Wendy?

Like in the nightdress and everything?

Oh, that's it, yeah.

Right? Okay, so we have to become part
of Peter Pan's story? How do we do that?

I brought with me from the library the
finest collection of clothing and

costume accessory.

Now, who's up for a bit of role play?

No.

Presenting Captain James.

John, darling, at your service.

And introducing... TikTok.

Why do I have to be the crocodile?

Because you're the only one who fit the
jacket.

Plus, you couldn't pull off this hat.

I feel that I don't look much different.

Okay, well, here goes nothing. Except
for my dignity.

Onwards!

You know?

If the bankers have become the Lost
Boys, then it explains why there's

always six. In the original story, there
were six Lost Boys. Why is Peter Pan

stealing boring old men and not actual
children?

Ah, well, I have a theory on that.

So in the novel, if the Lost Boys ever
age, which Peter hates, he sends them

out. The book doesn't exactly explain
what he means by that, but now he's got

a new strategy.

Unlock an adult's inner child, and that
inner child never grows up. Ah, so if

you begin as a boring banker, then
getting that inner child out would

release a lot of useful pent-up energy.

Is that how he stays young?

Is Peter Pan a party vampire?

Yeah, man, Paris Hilton. Interesting.

So what are we going to do when we find
Peter Pan, Captain?

Easy, lad.

We'll cut him from gullet to gizzard.

Bloody hell, Vic, calm down.

So sorry. I'm not sure what came over
me.

Too flipping right you don't. Stop doing
that terrible English accent, Connor.

It's embarrassing.

I...

You know, I don't think I can.

I seem to have gotten stuck.

Why then?

I'll kill you for your imprudence.

Oh, we seem to be getting locked into
our characters.

So you're a pirate psychopath, I'm a
tough Brit, and Lysa is...

Lysa?

That was weird.

Okay, I think we should get out of here
as quickly as possible.

Agreed. All right. I mean, yeah.

Peter!

I've been looking for you.

Here I am, Wendy.

Aren't you having the most marvelous
time? Oh, so marvelous, Peter.

Except... Except what?

Tell me, Wendy, for no child can ever be
sad in Neverland.

I just don't want to share a boy as
brave and bold and brilliant as you are

with anyone else.

I just can't bear it.

Not even with the lost boys.

You want me to send them away?

But I know you can't.

And I would take too much power.

There is nothing I can't do, Wendy.

I am more bold and brave and brilliant
and powerful than anyone in the whole

wide world.

The cleverness of me.

So you'll send them home?

For me? I'll do anything for you, Wendy.

Except that.

Peter Pan hates to play alone.

That's why it's called Neverland.
Because my friends never leave. And when

they die, which you all will, I'll go
out and get new ones.

Lost boys?

Who's ready for an adventure?

A quest!

Let's go on a quest.

There's the Mermaid's Creek, or the
Ruined Galleon, or the Great Tree.

Or how about the real world? The
greatest adventure of them all.

Captain Hook, run!

Peter Pan, I challenge thee to a duel.

Captain Hook, what are your terms, you
old codfish?

If I win, you release all your prisoners
from Neverland.

Then if I win, you feed yourself to the
crocodile.

I'm not really sure how that would work.

Fear not, Liza.

I am one of history's greatest
swordsmen.

I accept.

Then come up and fight me, bag of bone.

I'll cleave you into two bits, boy.

Okay, now that furry pants are
distracted, let's round up the lost

boys. Good idea. And, um, you won't eat
any of them, right?

No, of course not.

Silly me.

Vikram, be careful. You can't trust him.
I trust only cold, hard steel.

Get away from my librarian.

Wendy can't fight Peter. That's
non-canonical.

Have at you, boys!

What devilry is this?

The real Neverland.

Silly little librarian.

I remember your kind from days of old.

And you played right into my hand.

Thanks

to

you, I now have all the story elements I
need to open the way back to Neverland.

The Lost Boys, Wendy.

John Darling, the crocodile, they're all
here.

And soon, we'll all be together forever.

As well as you, my new Captain Hook, who
I shall fight again, and again,

and again.

And never lose.

Never lose?

How did you do that?

Disarm Vikram Chamberlain, one of the
greatest swordsmen in history.

Simple. By being the greatest swordsman
in history.

Poppycock and puff.

Let our blades decide, librarian.

Vikram was story-locked. That means no
matter how hard you fight, Hulk always

gets eaten by the crocodile.

Crocodile, you say?

Hello?

Hello?

I think you scared them off.

You should try losing the hat.

Lysa?

Whoa!

Now that is an alarming sight.

Lysa, I really hope that you had
something substantial to eat for

breakfast.

Ah.

Here we go then.

You really are very good at that. You
must be my third hook.

Why are you my fourth?

It's hard to remember.

They all make the same face when they
fall.

That doesn't work on baddie, silly puss.

But I hope you're excited.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

If I'm being honest, this really isn't
how I thought I'd go.

You can stop thinking like a character
in a story and start thinking like

yourself.

Chief! No, no, you must fight with
honor. Yes, I normally would, but there

is far more at stake here than my honor
alone.

Ah, yes, that's it. I will not fight
you, Pan.

I will not continue this endless cycle
of violence.

You can't fight me now.

And with that...

Your story is broken.

Ow!

Captain Hook can't be a pacific.

That's non-canonical.

Yes,

well, I'm afraid your cannon is about to
explode.

Ciao, ciao.

Clap your hands if you believe in
massive explosions, boys and girls.

You okay?

I'd like to try to eat me. Sorry.

It's been a weird day for everyone.

Excuse me.

Have you seen my wife?

Sir Christopher, yes, I have.

Hey, I'm American again.

Yeehaw!

Charlene.

We missed you so much.

What'd you miss most?

The nagging or the bossing? No, we
missed all the good things.

And the nagging and the bossing. The
library is a duller and poorer place

without you, my friend.

Excuse me.

Can I go home now, please?

Mr. Chamblee, you're in my mind.

Sharp knives driving up Lewis' eyeballs.
Pointed swords plunged into his heart.

Red hot costumes driven under his
fingernails.

What are you doing?

I'm thinking happy thoughts.

Anne! Bring her back!

I may have lost my lost boy, my
crocodile, my hook, but I still have my

Wendy. Wendy and Peter in the real
Neverland.

Forever.

I don't want to go.

Tough. Peter Pan never plays alone.

Paperwork and filing.

Admin and accounting.

Charges and surcharges.

What's happening?

Don't. Stop this. Being there when you
need it.

Being there when you're not.

Being the glue that holds it all
together.

No! Sure, they're not happy thoughts.

But responsibility grounds you, just
like it's doing now.

I got tired of it for a second back
then.

But it's worth it.

Because if something happens to my
friends, I don't just fly off and get me

one.

And I choose my friends.

That's my wish.

Okay, you got it!

No, you get exactly what you wanted.

You'll be young forever.

In Neverland forever.

But this time, Peter, you'll be playing
alone.

No!

Should we get you home?

Oh, yes.

Do you know where I live?

Darling. Chris.

Oh, I'm so sorry I went away.

Oh, darling.

Well,

it's been the most unusual experience,
even by our standards. I did, however,

enjoy the dressing up.

Hey, Charlie.

We're really sorry that we've been
taking you for granted.

Yeah. Everything that you do for us,
we've been so grateful.

And we will be better in the future. I
mean, you totally won't, but... I

appreciate you saying it.

Well, I've got a ton of paperwork I
should be doing, but instead, I'm buying

if anyone's drinking.

Oh, a night off. Well, I approve.

I am totally down for that. Yeah, and I
am starving.

Yeah. Well, let's see if drink can be
merry. Okay, I just have to get my

jacket without the pockets.

Yeah, I think I need to change my shoes.
Oh, my crabs.

Okay, hurry up.

Tick-tock. Liza, do not do that.

So, I hope you take away from all this.
Isn't that you think I'm boring?

Oh, no.

Not at all. I think you get the balance
just right between responsible you and

fun you. Like, you'll always follow
rules, but it's not because you love

rules. What do I love, then?

You love us.

Hmm? You love us.

You love us.

You love us. You l-l-love us. L-O-V-E
us. You're all idiots.

Literally. Absolutely.

And I think that's why we need you so
much.

Don't ever change, Charlie Cornwall.

Deal. Pollock?

Lincoln?