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Can't remember doing this much cleaning the last time I was in this stupid group.

There better be some kind of Mr. Miyagi-style lesson behind all this.

There's not, it's just cleaning.

Look on the bright side.

We can always sanitize them to death.

I vote we take their memories away, see how they like it.

Ah, but then they wouldn't know they were being punished.

True.

What's wrong with gutting them like pigs and leaving them to rot in the sun?

Wow.

Dude.

Even I'm appalled.

Yeah, Midnight is not patient. He wants revenge, and blood.

Mostly revenge.

Well, Midnight's gonna have to wait.

I told him that, but he keeps pressing to be released.

You need to keep him under control.

We've lost our greatest asset.

Our youthful optimism?

- Our anonymity. - Our anonymity.

Once we retaliate, the Order is gonna know we have our memories back.

So let's just kill them all.

Are you sure that's really just Midnight talking?

Yes.

Mostly.

I was gonna say we need an exit strategy.

So until then, what?

Wax on,

wax off.

I'm so glad this week is over.

It's been so crazy around here.

There were, like, two deaths on campus this week.

Yeah, some guy choked to death in his ethics class,

and another guy had a heart attack on the concourse.

Oh, free kombucha.

Kombucha?

I'm sorry, last one.

Boo.

- It's not that great. - I'm on the phone.

Now I can't even get a free kombucha.

If I get home and I find out...

Hey.

Hey, is he okay? I don't know, some guy just collapsed.

- What? - Oh, my God.

What the hell?

Holy shit!

Man, I would love to hunt down whoever's doing that.

Just be patient.

I am being patient.

Still talking to Midnight.

I have an out-of-the-box idea.

Let's stay a while.

You cannot be serious.

It's obvious that, as far as our training to be Knights goes, we dropped the ball.

Maybe a little.

Our predecessors were werewolves and practitioners.

The more magic we learn, the more formidable we become.

It's not the worst idea on Earth.

That would be Jack's.

Maybe there's some kind of enchantment

- to protect our memories. - Exactly.

The only thing remotely good about that idea is that we'd be war-wolves.

Warlock werewolves.

See, I was thinking were-locks.

They're both sexist.

Guys, shut up.

- That altar should be clean already. - We're almost done.

I don't have time for "almost done."

A physics student just mummified on the main concourse.

Step away from the altar.

Purgetur!

Hey, when do we learn that spell?

Okay. How about this?

We don't kill everyone,

just everyone in charge.

Great.

That should create a power vacuum that lasts for a whole 10 minutes.

Lilith's right.

Coventry was barely gone before Vera went all Order 66 on us.

Even if we wipe out everyone here,

we still have the other chapters to worry about.

Wait, other chapters?

Yep. Four other temples in the US alone.

God... Washington DC, California, Oregon,

New Orleans.

Then international ones.

Brazil, France, Germany.

Each temple averages 100 people.

That's 800 people,

not to mention the adepti.

Of course, the "adepti".

They're like the field agents for the Order.

God knows how many of those there are.

Check out the big brain on Ham sandwich.

Absolutely not.

All right. Maybe there's too many of them to kill.

That's another thing.

Nobody is killing anyone until we track down this rogue practitioner.

And kill them.

Yes!

Her.

She's a she?

Are you sure?

Pretty sure I saw her when that guy in my ethics class went all jack-o'-lantern.

She was in the hallway, chanting some incantation.

What'd she look like?

I didn't get a good look at her.

But she was filming the magic on her cellphone.

That's not very helpful.

I was in the middle of transforming, so you get what you get.

We could start with the videos.

The Order probably scrubbed the internet clean by now.

I'm saying it's a start.

You do realize if we go hunting without permission,

the Order will realize we have our memories back.

We can't do nothing.

We're the Knights of Saint Christopher.

We fight bad magic.

Our priority has to be to protect ourselves,

and I found a potion that'll do that.

It protects the mind from any form of manipulation.

It's complex,

but if we can get our hands on an Acheron's cauldron,

I think I can brew it.

Don't

swipe.

Cute.

You look very cute together.

I asked her out before my memory returned.

Of course she waits until I get it back before she says yes,

so now I have to keep up this facade.

Could be worse.

Listen, it could be Gabrielle.

We'll track down this magic tourist.

Lilith, brew the potion.

Potion?

You acolytes better not be practicing unsupervised magic.

Me? No. Well, no, see,

what I was saying is my tutor wants me to brew a potion,

and I'm just a little nervous.

And now's a good time to go.

Agreed.

Ah.

So...

Um... Nicole... Right.

I think that Randall has a crush on you.

Who wouldn't? I'm pretty damn awesome.

Yeah, you are.

And... also, I'm not interested in him.

You're sure?

Of course.

Beer?

Am I breathing?

"Ask not...

What your country can do for you.

Ask what you can do for your country."

What did Kennedy mean by this little bon mot?

He was talking about sacrifice.

About putting the needs of your country before yourself,

even if it's something you don't wanna do.

That's one way to look at it.

Wasn't he encouraging people to contribute to the public good?

Where did you get that from?

His biography.

Ooh. Another textbook definition.

Anyone else?

Hm? Anyone?

I think Kennedy was saying...

Wake up.

Hm?

To give a shit.

Not be complacent, challenge the status quo.

I don't think he was saying that.

Of course you don't, you've accepted the pablum they've spoon-fed to you.

- "They"? - They, them.

The people in charge.

You mean elected officials?

You don't honestly think this is a democracy?

You actually don't elect anyone.

Sure, they hold their elections and you play along,

but what happens after you vote?

Hm? For all you know, they toss your ballot,

flip a coin to see who wins.

And you'll never know,

because you wake up, you turn on CNN and you just accept the results,

and continue on your slow march towards death,

just another one of their complacent drones.

So you're saying we should challenge the status quo.

Whoa, hey.

I'm not saying anything.

I'm sure as hell not inciting anyone,

and, guys, listen to me right now.

I swear to God,

if any of you go to the chancellor and say otherwise,

I will bury your academic standing so fast you'll need a dowsing rod to find it.

Great.

Make a path, pardon me. Thank you.

Thanks, Professor.

Oh, don't thank me. I'm contractually obligated to lecture.

Jack.

What does she want?

Beats me.

Hey, Alyssa. Can I help you with something?

You can leave. Now.

Yes, Magistratus.

So you're just gonna ignore me?

I'm not supposed to know you, remember?

You can acknowledge my existence.

Listen, we need to talk somewhere a little more private.

Not a good idea.

I can handle Gabrielle.

Not that.

Look, Midnight is still pissed at you.

Better to stay out in public. It's a little easier to rein him in.

Okay.

I need a favor.

You want a favor after what you did?

What I did was save your life.

Twice by my count. Are going to help me,

or would you rather I pull rank on you, too, acolyte?

All right, what's the favor?

Vera wants me to find the...

The fluff-bunny who's been murdering students.

So you want us to use our werewolf powers,

the ones we're not supposed to know we have,

to find her, for you?

Yeah, that's right.

Okay.

Great.

On one condition.

You've got to be kidding me.

No.

I need an Acheron's cauldron.

What for?

Nothing dangerous.

Right, because when do you do anything dangerous?

Look, just get me the cauldron,

and I will find you the magic tourist. Deal?

Meet me at the temple after the next class.

- Perfect. - That was easy.

I thought you were out hunting.

Yeah, Jack's description wasn't much help, so,

I thought I'd see if you needed anything.

Uh...

Probably not a good idea,

in case the Order finds us together here.

I made sure I wasn't followed.

But if someone comes to check on us...

We'd hear them long before they got here.

Randall, I know why you came here.

- To help you with that potion. - To pick up where things left off.

Okay, yes, but only if you're cool with it.

This sounds totally cliché,

but it's not you.

It's these damn memories that were put in my fucking head.

I know they're false, but

my feelings for Nicole still feel real.

Yeah,

totally clichéd.

I think that's the plot of a Katherine Heigl film.

You're mad.

Yeah, I am.

But not at you.

The Order came in here and tore us all apart.

They took our stuff, our home, our lives.

And now Hamish wants to stay?

Staying to take from them.

And Hamish is right.

There's a lot we can learn.

Magic saved his life, remember?

After it almost killed him,

and Jack,

and you,

and me.

This situation isn't permanent.

What if it is?

The Order took our memories to try and change us.

It kind of feels like they're succeeding.

Nicole is not the Order.

I hope you're right.

Stay.

Help me with the potion.

I can't. I have to find a woman with a cell phone.

Uh...

It's the only way to get you past the security.

Vera calls this the fear corridor.

Why?

Are there secret traps or

- do those corpses come to life? - Hey! Come on.

You can tell me.

I actually can't.

The enchantment prevents me from answering stupid questions.

You're making that up.

Shut up.

We're here.

Holy shit.

What is all this stuff?

This is the beating heart of the Order.

The culmination of centuries of study and exploration.

It's the single largest collection of magic grimoires and artifacts

ever amassed.

This room holds the stuff of legends.

It practically resonates with pure magic.

Whoa, that's a Zoltar fortune teller.

Not just any Zoltar.

It's an enchanted Zoltar.

He makes your wishes come true.

I wish I knew my major.

Uh... Careful.

This one's a bit of a trickster.

He grants your wishes ironically.

Yeah.

Uh, now wait here.

Don't move, and just don't touch anything.

I said don't touch anything!

I didn't.

You got to be kidding me.

Silverback.

You all right, buddy?

Whatever you're doing, stop it.

I'm rescuing Silverback.

I said stop it! That's not part of the deal.

Well, the deal has changed.

If Vera finds out that hide is missing, we'll be in a lot of trouble.

Then make sure she doesn't find out,

because I'm not leaving him behind enemy lines.

Enemy lines?

God, you are such a hypocrite!

I have no right to be mad after you lie about being a werewolf,

but God forbid I use pulveris memoria to save your life.

You weren't saving my life.

You were buying your way back into Vera's good books.

Look, if you would just pick a side instead of flip-flopping between

- the Knights and the Order... - I was always on the Order's side.

Then why save Randall?

Why stop Edward?

I did that for you!

What do you mean?

Silverback?

Midnight?

I have to tell you,

as far as internal struggle goes,

I've seen subtler metaphors.

- Professor Clarke. - In the flesh.

Well, not the flesh.

Oh.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

You're in a place where dreams and memories collide.

A realm where the past, present, and future coexist.

The collective unconscious.

I know, I have been here before.

Why am I here this time?

So you don't have all the answers. Interesting.

Jack, you got a big life decision ahead of you.

This again?

No, I've done this already.

I do not want to die.

Yeah, yeah, you're still here.

So I'm not dying?

You're dying, but whether or not you want to live doesn't matter.

This is because of Silverback?

Two werewolf spirits, one body.

Nobody can survive that for very long.

So I have to choose.

Sure, try that.

Silverback.

Okay, then. Midnight!

Not as easy as you thought it was gonna be, huh?

If I can figure out my major, I can figure this out.

Please, you just asked the Enchanted Zoltar for help.

I mean, Amir and I have a bet going that you'll never figure it out.

- Okay, I get it. - 'Cause last year, it was philosophy

or engineering.

This year it's political science or communications.

You know what? I'm gonna figure it out.

Jack.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Uh...

How long was I out?

Um, a couple of seconds.

Okay, whoa, don't move. You should rest.

No time.

Thanks for this.

Find that tourist.

Guys,

something's happened.

Ooh, shiny.

Hey, you got the cauldron already.

Yeah, I made a deal with Alyssa.

She gives us the cauldron, and we hunt down the tourist.

Smart.

Now we have an alibi.

Yeah, great. Uh, look, I got to tell you guys something.

What's so great about an Acheron's cauldron anyway?

- Guys. - According to legend,

it's been carried to the afterlife and sterilized in the river Acheron,

making it the purest surface possible

- for creating potions. - Yeah, guys, look. I...

Somebody's been studying.

What did I tell you? We have to take advantage of this opportunity.

Guys, will you shut up and listen to me?

Wow.

Midnight's extra bitchy today.

No, it's not Midnight, not anymore.

All right, Alyssa took me down to this giant vault.

All of our shit is down there, including our lockers.

Silverback was there, and I tried to take him.

So now you have two hides in you?

Yeah, I do.

Oh, shit, I was kidding.

Dude, you totally have to transform.

What if you become some kick-ass, two-headed war-wolf?

Were-lock.

They're both sexist.

I don't know.

I don't know. I was back in the collective unconscious,

and Professor Clarke said that these two hides are killing me.

Did he say transforming was a bad idea?

No.

So give it a shot.

- Do it. - Do it.

- Do it. - Do it.

- Do it. - Do it.

Do it! Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it! Do it!

Aw, damn it.

By the way, I totally forgot to tell you.

Don't transform. It'll only accelerate your death.

Thanks for the intel.

As soon as you answer the question, you can take care of this little problem.

Yeah, still trying to figure out what that question is.

You know the question. You just don't know you know it yet.

Cryptic. That's great.

If I know it, can't you just tell me?

There's a difference between knowing and understanding, Jack.

So are all of our conversations gonna be annoyingly elliptical riddles?

Don't come back until you're ready.

At least you figured out how to get here.

See? Told you.

He's not dead.

But no transformation.

Too bad. A two-headed werewolf would have been sick.

Guys, I gotta figure out a way to ditch one of these hides.

Easy.

Without actually dying.

Well, if you want to be finicky about it.

We'll figure something out.

In the meantime

we hunt.

Remind me, was the job I gave you to drink beer and review history notes?

No, you wanted me to find your fluff-bunny for you.

You know, technically, I paid for you to find that fluff-bunny.

Oh, go ahead, help yourself.

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was Do Whatever You Want Day.

So, this magic tourist of yours...

She have a name?

Quiet.

Probably.

You know what she looks like?

No.

So, where do you propose we start?

That's...

That's your job.

We don't know the answer to those questions, either.

Guess we'll just wait for her to strike again.

That's a terrible plan.

Someone else is gonna get hurt.

Possibly killed.

Yeah. That is the downside to being a magic cop.

Anything else I can help you with?

When am I getting the other thing back?

As soon as we're done with it. Should be soon.

And the other

other thing?

That's a little more complex.

But you...

You're working on it?

Look, you should leave, okay?

We're not supposed to know each other, remember?

Because I do, finally.

You know, this whole "pretending I don't know you" thing...

It just keeps getting easier and easier.

Basc chun báis.

Third time's the charm.

Basc chun báis.

She was right here.

Maybe she knows how to teleport.

Warn your friends,

and I'll end you.

Look, I just want to talk.

I don't.

If I don't reply, they're gonna know there's a problem.

Type it and show it to me.

Send it.

Drop it.

"Eleanor Taylor." Now we have a name.

And her magic.

Hamish, take a look at this.

Hamish.

The spells you're learning are very dangerous.

That's why I'm learning them.

You're hurting people.

Then you better not mess with me.

I get it.

Magic can be intoxicating, but in the wrong hands...

The wrong hands?

So who gets to decide?

You?

- Actually, yeah. - Why?

What gives you that right?

Honestly

just the way things shook out.

Some people become dentists, others become magic cops.

Don't make fun of me.

I'm not.

She recorded everything.

Magic snuff films.

Great.

I have as much right to learn magic as you do.

I'm smarter than you.

I'm more qualified than you.

You're right, you do.

But you also have a responsibility to learn it properly.

Maybe not kill so many people.

Yeah.

Too late for that.

If you hurry, you might be able to save them.

Guys!

Guys, get out!

Move!

It's...

It's a trap!

You're back.

Aw, damn it.

But not because you figured out the question.

All right. Professor, I'm a little busy for metaphysical Jeopardy! Right now.

Well, then you better answer the question.

Fine.

Midnight.

Wrong.

I gave you an answer.

To the wrong question.

Oh, my God, I'm so glad that I killed you.

No, you're not.

You know how I know that? You leave flowers at my grave.

What kind of an idiot leaves flowers at an unmarked grave?

Jack, you're practically begging to get caught.

Why are you mocking me for that? It's your grave.

Jack...

Don't worry about me.

I'm already dead.

Worry about the living.

Wait, is that a hint?

You guys okay?

Yeah.

You?

I'd be a lot happier if I just caught her.

At least now we know who we're looking for.

This would all be a non-issue if I could've just wolfed out.

Even if you could, you shouldn't. We can't risk anyone on campus seeing a werewolf.

The Order would be all over us.

Werewolf on Campus. I'd totally watch that show.

Come on.

Okay. It seems like Ellie Taylor was a rising star in the theology department,

and then all of a sudden she's expelled.

There are insinuations that she "borrowed" some book without permission.

Ten bucks says that missing book is this grimoire.

So Ellie finds an actual grimoire and decides to give magic a whirl.

Explains how she's doing magic, but not why.

What about her victims?

Any connections there?

Uh, nope, it doesn't look like she knew any of them.

So we have a magic serial killer on our hands.

I will give her props for changing the narrative on her victims.

It's refreshing not to be the target for a change.

And there's more to it, the way she was talking.

She's not just a straight-up psycho. She has an agenda.

How can you tell?

Because

she sounded like me.

I'm with Ham radio.

Don't ever say that again.

She's a magic serial killer.

There's even a video scrapbook of her greatest hits.

I guess we should tell Alyssa what we found out.

And let the Order catch her? Hell, no.

How about we take this potion,

say, "Fuck the Order," and keep this hunt to ourselves?

- I like that idea more. - Me, too.

Okay.

Conserventur cogitationes meae.

So, how does this work anyway?

It helps you remember everything,

even things you've forgotten naturally, and locks them in place.

And the false memories the Order gave us?

What happens to them?

I don't know.

Well...

And drink it all at once, or your brain will shrivel up to the size of a raisin.

- It'll what? - Bottoms up.

My high school locker combination was 21-59-37!

I was afraid of turtles when I was two!

I lost my retainer at Darryl Hornby's house! Darryl!

Gabrielle made me get a tattoo!

"Prime beef"? What is this?

At least it's accurate.

Wow.

That was intense.

Whoa.

But worth it.

I never want to forget you guys.

- Me neither, buddy. - Aww.

Really?

You're joking.

He says that, and you're all over him.

I give one toast about family and I'm an after-school special.

Well, yeah, he's Randall.

That's true.

That could be Ellie.

It could also be the Order.

That's a good point.

Look, we assumed Ellie's first magic attack

was that day in my Ethics class,

but maybe there was more attacks before that.

And that day we almost transformed...

I was over there.

The ringing sound came from

that direction.

- Same. - Yep.

Let's go.

Ellie's scent is weak, but it's here.

Smells like blood.

Making me hungry.

What? I skipped lunch.

Here.

Trevor Burstyn?

Come on, "Burstyn"?

Like

- "burstin'"? - I know.

I know.

He was a neophyte with Alyssa and me,

but he got washed out.

Am I in the wall?

Trevor,

it's Lilith.

Remember me?

I am

in the wall.

Did Ellie Taylor do this to?

I haven't seen her since

freshman year.

She said I stole her blue rose.

Please.

The pain.

Make it stop.

I don't know any magic that'll cure this.

Well, we've gotta do something.

Sanetur! Reparetur! Restituatur!

- It's not working. - Yeah, you think?

Stop!

Poor guy.

Didn't get in,

and magic still killed him.

Why attack a wash-out?

Because she didn't know he was a wash-out.

Neither did he. They powdered him after they sent him packing.

Ellie doesn't know that, either.

Any denial would have sounded like a cover-up.

She attacks someone she thinks is in the Order,

and then goes after a bunch of random civilians?

It doesn't make sense.

Actually, it does.

Her videos... You could see Order members in each shot.

So she's trying to flush out Order members?

But why does she want to identify us?

She doesn't, she wants the Order.

Yeah, that's us.

- Ah, right. - Guys,

- focus. - Okay.

She said she accused him of stealing her blue rose.

She knows the Order exists and she blames them for not getting in.

She's out for revenge.

Okay, now we need to warn Alyssa.

Alyssa, it's Jack.

No, I'm not calling to argue.

Thank you.

Hey.

Try and look a little more disappointed.

Sorry.

I was hoping for someone else.

Your werewolf.

She's not my wolf.

She's... She's her own person.

Whatever.

So.

How long have you slept with the enemy?

We're not sleeping together.

We're dating, but we didn't want anyone to know.

I'm a psychology major.

Do you want to be a psychologist?

Gross.

Who wants to sit around and listen to people whine all day?

I'm learning how to identify my opponents' weaknesses.

Your opponents?

Which opponents?

All of them.

All of them.

And trust me,

you'll want to get over your Stockholm syndrome

sooner rather than later.

If Lilith finds out what you did to her,

she'll rip your throat out.

I love that top.

Bye.

She's a disgruntled wannabe with an axe to grind

against the secret society that rejected her?

Yeah, and she's been using magic to identify members.

She sounds like a female you.

I know.

That was a joke.

It's kind of true.

Kind of.

Okay. So now what?

Now we find Ellie Taylor before she blasts anyone else through a wall.

And we will, but you...

You need to stand down.

You look terrible.

It's that other hide, isn't it?

They're fighting for dominance.

You're in no condition to keep going.

I don't have a choice.

The others are scouring campus, and I'm gonna go join them.

That's an order, acolyte.

Hold that thought, Magistratus.

That's her behind Gabrielle.

She's leading her right to the temple.

Come on!

Get the others.

Did you really think you could sneak up on

Gabrielle Dupres?

I thought you said she was right behind me.

She was right behind you.

Then why did she bail?

'Cause you're not the target.

I am.

Basc chun báis!

That's bad.

Where are the Knights?

Somewhere in the forest

looking about as good as you right now.

You need to hurry

unless you want to spend the rest of eternity

debating ethical theories with me.

Oh, God, no.

Silverback.

And the question?

What kind of person do I want to be?

Why Silverback?

'Cause I want the strength of a wolf and

the mercy of a human.

Hm.

I got it right.

There was no wrong answer, Jack.

- You got to be kidding me. - But there's also no quick fix.

There are only informed and uninformed decisions.

Your urge for revenge,

that isn't all Midnight.

Yeah.

I know.

Is that why you're here instead of Pete?

Yes.

I am here to guide you on your spiritual journey

- towards self-enlightenment. - You are?

No.

God, get over yourself. Go live a little.

You've got the rest of eternity for navel-gazing.

What am I telling you for? You'll find out soon enough.

Hey, look me up when you're back.

We'll go check out the dinosaurs.

What do you mean, when I'm back?

Oh, shit.

Las

an.

- Dorcha... - Desiste quod facias!

So.

You're back in Silverback.

I am.

How Jack got his Silverback.

Stop.

I have to admit, I half expected Midnight to take you with him.

That reminds me, you owe me $20.

Silverback by popular demand.

Okay.

Whoa, you guys bet on whether I would live or die?

I bet you'd live because I believe in you.

Johann Sebastian Silver-Bach.

Hamish.

And I bet against you 'cause I'm a cynic.

Silverback to the Future.

You are such an idiot.

How do you do it?

How do you kill someone and not

care?

We care.

No, I...

I want your advice.

Well.

I certainly hope that was the last respondeo I have to do for a while.

Miss Drake.

Congratulations are in order.

It was unfortunate you were forced to dispatch with our suspect

before we could question her motives,

but the situation is resolved.

Thank you, Grand Magus.

And as for you four...

Well, you can clean that up.

Alyssa, wait.

I just wanted to let you know that we are

done with the cauldron.

And that other, other thing is taken care of, too.

Yeah. Great.

Hey, wait.

I also wanted to thank you,

for saving my life.

I owe you one.

By my count, you owe me three.

You're right.

And if I hadn't been so busy

trying to be angry at everyone,

I would have realized that a lot sooner.

So thank you. Thank you.

I'm sorry.

For what?

Your irrational anger or your pious indignation?

After what you did to Ellie, both.

Oh, shit. My... Too soon?

I just didn't expect you to do something like that,

for me, especially how I've been acting.

I didn't do that for you.

Okay, I deserve that.

No, I...

I didn't plan to murder anyone.

That spell

malfunctioned.

Like every other spell or incantation or potion I've tried lately.

There's something really wrong with my magic.

There's something wrong with me.

- Hey... - No. No.