All language subtitles for Legacies.S03E15

LEGACIES #315
"A New Hope"
Closed Captioned

Fire!

Crap.

Josie!

We're still tripping, aren't we?

As much as I'd love
to debate the nature

of our current reality,

we need to get out of here.

Lord Marshall is coming
for our asses.

Who's Lord Marshall?

The leader of the
Galactic Dominion.

So what's the fastest way off
of this stupid space coffin?

How should I know?

You clearly haven't looked
in the mirror recently,

'cause you're some
sort of android.

So access your memory banks,
or whatever,

and find an escape pod.

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

Escape pod 94, fueled and ready.

Wait. What?

Okay, let's go, lamébrain.

At least we learned something.

You're clearly not
programmed to fly.

I still got us here
in one piece,

which is no small feat,

since I am a service model!

I think.

Then you're not of
much service, are you?

I'm sorry, Your Highness.

You're a princess.

Princess Elizabeth Saltzstar,
and I'm

J-O 513,

your android sister...
and personal valet?

Wait, if we're sisters
in this world,

why am I not a princess, too?!

Who knows? Maybe that's just
how you see yourself.

Don't make another move.

That salvage is mine.

Wait.

Why the hell did I
just say that?

We're still tripping, aren't we?

I have a bad feeling about this.

We live in memories

Hey, MG!
And we never move on

It's hard to set it free

But we'll never give up
Looking good, MG.

We chasing miracles,
and forever we'll run...
Hey, MG.

Hey, man.

Hey, welcome back.

Thank you.

Forever searching for the light

Forever waiting for the time
Hey.

Forever waiting for the time.

Honey, I'm home.

Home...

Home usually has a bed for me.

You say something?

It doesn't matter.
What's good, Kaleb?

This book I'm trying
to concentrate on.

All right.

Where-where should I
put my stuff?

Wherever.

After I'm settled in,
you want to hang out?

Sorry, can't.

Busy.

Like, all day.

Let's review our problem.

The last thing I remember is
that we were all pandas.

Now we're here,
so I'm assuming that

this is some sort of
shared hallucination.

That computes.

What are you, a robot?

Android, actually.

Lizzie's a princess,
and you are...

I don't know. I came here
to scavenge a wreck.

I don't even think
I have a name.

All that matters is that
we find a way

to hop off of this ridiculous
acid trip.

I personally think
it's kind of cool.

Of course you do.
You get to be a princess.

My point is,

it's not like we have to do anything.

Eventually, that drug
that Andi doused us with

will wear off,
and then we'll just

wake up.
Are you forgetting that

Andi completed a ceremony
that was supposed to

raise an old god or whatever?

I'd rather not be asleep
when that shows up.

Right. That part.

If only one of us had
an infinite amount of knowledge

stored inside her brain.

Accessing memory banks.

Shared hallucinogenic
experiences are

a common side effect
of nightshade,

which can trigger a journey
of spiritual enlightenment,

leading to personal,
profound discoveries.

I guess we're on a vision quest?

So the sooner
we finish the story,

the sooner we can wake up.

I for one am sick of
having profound

personal discoveries.

It's not that deep.
There's an evil villain

chasing us, right?

So we just defeat it,

and then we're out of here.

I for one am also great
at kicking ass.

How do we find this guy?

I don't know.
Don't look at me.

Fine, I do know.

Hey, sweetie.

Dad?
I hope you never see this,

but if you do,
it means you're probably

wondering why
I left you and J-O 513 behind.

I had to find the Star Sword,

the only weapon
that can kill Lord Marshall,

which my spies tell me
is located

on planet Mystic Falls.

Please, don't come looking
for me.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

End of transmission.

So, we find Dad, who's probably
located the weapon,

use it to beat the bad guy,
and then we're out of here.

It's a pretty straightforward
"hero's journey" if you ask me.

Let's go into town
and ask around.

Because if it's one thing
I do know,

this planet we're on,
it's Mystic Falls.

Which... don't even
get me started.

Heard you were looking
for me, Doc.

Indeed.
While I'm here,

any word from Cleo?

Not yet. But at least
the monsters

don't seem to be
after her anymore.
Yeah.

I heard about that
wendigo thing.

Lost some serious coin
on that one.

Tell me about it.

Speaking of, I've got to go
check in on Dorian.

Sounds good.
I'll drive.

Now, are you sure there's room
in your schedule for that?

Hell yeah.

I got a term paper,
but I'm way ahead.
Good.

Because if you are free, I've
got something wendigo-related

that I'd like you to do.

Why are you saying that

like I'm gonna hate it?

Sorry to interrupt,

but I heard you were
looking for me,

Dr. Saltzman.

Indeed.

How do we know
your father's here?

It's a bar, isn't it?

That's some deep-rooted
resentment.

We passed a dozen bars.
Why specifically this one?

I don't know, it's just,
like, a hunch.

What's the password?

Well, don't look at me.

I don't have anything about this

in my memory banks.

Password, or I'll shoot.
Now!

G-A-N-D-A-L-F.

The number four, E-V-A.

Gandalf forever?

Really?

More importantly,
how do you know the password?

Because I may have written
this story when I was 11.

What'll it be?

I don't know. Lizzie...

why don't you tell us
what we're drinking?

What I told you is that I wrote
this story when I was a kid,

in my diary.

I don't remember much
of it, obviously.

Especially any no-name
space junk hoarders.

So I don't even know what
you're doing here, Hope.

Drink whatever you want.
Can we have a minute?

Wow, I am so good at
cleaning up your messes

and supporting you.

It's almost as if

I was written to have no wants
or needs of my own.

Don't make me unplug you.

I'm sorry, Your...

No! I have got to
stop doing that.

Well, at least you have
a last name.

And a cool outfit,
and a backstory...

I was 11!

And don't read
too deeply into it.

All of this is just borderline
plagiarism of whatever books

and movies I was into
at the time.
Okay.

Well, then, why don't you
tell us what happens next.

Do we meet your father here
or something?

Something.

We didn't order these.
Table in the back.

I'd be careful around that guy
if I were you.

Dak Romo.

The bad boy who breaks good
in my story.

That chiseled jawline,

the casual, cool
smuggler's costume,

the faithful Sardinian
companion.

It has to be him.

Am I the only one that noticed
that it's actually Ethan?

But we didn't know Ethan
when Lizzie wrote the story.

We're not kids in it, either.
Maybe our current minds are

punching up my work.
Also, who cares?

Fine, whatever.
Let's just get this over with.

This mission sucks.

Maybe that's why Dr. Saltzman
sent both of us to handle it.

Well, he ain't here,

so you can go ahead
and drop that bad boy.

Hey, you've said, like,
two words to me

the whole way here.

You are obviously mad at me.

Do you want to talk about it?

Now, why would I be mad at you?

I don't know.
That's why I asked.

Then I guess we're cool.

Dig.

It-it just...
It feels like this is

some-some sort of test.
Bro, just dig.

Then if you're really
not mad at me,

let's camp out here tonight.

We could build a fire,

spend some one-on-one time.

Yeah, about that...

Lance Corporal Jedidiah Tien
reporting for wendigo duty.

At ease, soldier.

Ooh...

Hey, thanks for letting me
tag along.

I know things have been a little
rocky with us lately.
Don't mention it.

Kaleb certainly did not.

How about you and I
get a fire going,

and MG can handle all this.

It's his mess anyway, right?

I wasn't expecting you.

Don't get me wrong, Princess.

I was hoping we'd finally
meet on this mission.

So you got my hypertexts?

Every one.

Sorry to break up

whatever the hell this is.

Can you tell us about
the mission?

Well, the princess here hired me

to help find their father,
General Saltzstar.

So where is he?
Beats me.

And I've searched every inch
of this backwater planet.
Maybe you were right.

Dr. Saltzman might have already
found the weapon and left.

Did you just say "Saltzman"?

Yes. Why?

Well, there's an old
Ric Saltzman

that lives out on the rim.

And it didn't occur to you that

General Alaric Saltzstar...

and old Ric Saltzman might just
be the same person?

Can we just have
his address, please?

Sure thing, Princess.
Mermy.

I think we're done here.

Damn right.

Mermy here can smell

Lord Marshall's goons
a mile away.

Ninjas?

In space? Seriously?

I was 11. I had a ninja phase.

Get out of here, Elizabeth.

We'll buy you as much time
as we can.

May your magic grow...

For the love of God, let's go.

Let's go.

You are everything
I dreamed of and more,

Dak Romo.

Get that in here.

How you feeling?

Honestly, I thought I'd be
back on my feet by now.
Yeah.

Well, those animal attacks
are pretty vicious.

Look, I, I'm really sorry
about what you're going through.

I can't help but feel
a little responsible.

And-and you should,

because this is
all your fault, Ric.

Because I made a promise
to stay out of danger,

and it was your student
who went on a Ripper bender,

and you pressured me
into helping you out.

Remember?

Alaric Saltzman.

Haven't you done enough
damage already?

What if he's not happy
to see us?

Why wouldn't he be?
I don't know.

Weird feeling, I guess.

He's still your father,
even in this galaxy.

Hope?

Us, too, Dad.

Girls...

you're so big.

My goodness.

You smell like feet.

So where have you been

for the last eight years?

Has it been that long?

You know, I came to Mystic Falls

to find the Star Sword.

But then I got here
and I realized

that's a lot of work.

Fomenting a revolution,

that's a real drag, man.

It's not all pew-pew-pew
and heroic speeches.

I mean, the insurgency
seemed like

a good idea when I started it.

But, you know, it's only
destined to become

another form of government.

So I'm just happier here,
off the grid.

Without your daughters?

I'm sorry my work
took me away from you

and your android sister...

whom I love just as much.

I just figured you'd
forge your own path.

Well, they're literally
following in your footsteps.

Wait.

You're looking for
the Star Sword?

Well...

Good luck.

I found out that weapon
can only be wielded

by the chosen one.

So you gotta figure
that out, too.

Like I said,

lot of work.

But if you do manage to find it,

you'll bring it to me, right?

We have to go. Now.

What? Why?

Bye, Dad.

What the hell was that
all about?

I remembered something
about Dad.

Something about his story.

We've had the Star Sword
this whole time.

You read my diary?!

Not for this.

We were kids, and you were
having trouble

navigating your emotions;
I didn't understand why.

So I read your diary
to see what was wrong.

I was just trying
to take care of you.
Traitor.

Knock it off.
This is great.

I mean, awfully convenient,
but great, because I'm assuming

Lizzie made herself
the chosen one in her own story,

so all we have to do is find out
who the bad guy is.

That won't be a problem,

because I just remembered
something else.

Since when do ninjas have guns?

I was 11.
Well, you're the chosen one

in this story, so why don't you
fire that bad boy up.

Son of a bitch.

I guess deep down I always
knew that it was you.

Well, at least that's
a halfway-decent twist.

It's not me either.
And here's another twist.

This is the part where
we realize who betrayed us.

Sorry, girls...

but Lord Marshall's plan
to restore order to the galaxy

is far better than mine
ever was.

Take them away.

Magic-nullifying shackles.

If only there was a way
we could have seen this coming.

I couldn't handle
the scary parts,

so I skimmed them
so I wouldn't have nightmares.

But I'm sure you lingered on
all of the juicy details

of my diary.

Like your two-week crush on Jed?

For the last time, I was 11!

Here's what I don't get.

Why would you create a story

where your father betrays us?

Seeing him like that
reminded me of how I felt

when I was writing this.

Josie was right.
I was going through a lot.

Having these episodes
that I couldn't explain.

And deep down I was afraid
that we couldn't count on him.

Because if it was a choice
between us and you,

he would always take your side.

My side?

I thought you said I wasn't even
supposed to be in the story.

I said...

I didn't know what
you were doing here.

Because you're supposed to be
the one inside

that suit of armor.

You're Lord Hope Marshall.

I'm not the villain here.

Things got a little
out of hand, that's all.

And which part specifically

got out of hand?

The part where you let
a dangerous student loose

into the world,
or the part where

you roped my husband
into covering it up?

Ric, this is your pattern.

You're drawn to
high-risk situations,

and your gravity pulls
other people along with you.

Thanks for the session, Doc,
but it's a little reductive.

No, it's the only way
you know how to connect.

The people in your life

continually put themselves
in danger

in order to feel close to you.

Your daughters, for example...
Listen.

Leave my daughters out of this.

Now, your husband
volunteered for this, okay?

And he was thrilled to get out
from behind his desk

and go fight a wendi...

Wen-dy.

The pyromaniac witch?

MAN Trauma team to 311.

Trauma team to room 311.

Get a doctor.

His wound opened up again.

He won't stop bleeding.

Ric, tell me what's
really going on.

Dorian was attacked
by a wendigo.

If his wound isn't healing,
it can only mean one thing.

I'm done guessing.

I just buried an entire
wendigo by myself,

so let's get real.

You don't even like Jed,

so why'd you bring him along?

A lot changed at the school
while you were gone.

So that's what this is
all about?

You're mad because I left?
No, Milton.

I'm mad 'cause of what you did
after you left.

It was reckless and dangerous.

You could have exposed
the whole school.

It's what we'd always talk about

using our vampire
powers for good.

At least I did something

while you were being
Switzerland.

Hell no! We're not done
with this conversation.

You said you buried
that wendigo, right?

I guess I shouldn't
be surprised.

If young you wrote that story,

of course I'd be the bad guy.

It's just how I felt when a girl
by the name of Hope Marshall

showed up at the school and
turned our lives upside down.

You really didn't want
anything to do with us

or our classmates;
we thought that you hated us.

And our dad basically
disappeared from our lives

because he was so worried about
keeping an eye on you.

I felt invisible.
I started acting out,

and I needed so much attention
from Josie.

And I became the sister who
picks up all the pieces.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

Don't be.

We didn't know what
you were going through either.

If I'm here, then who's
in the armor?

Come on, guys, think.
Do either of you know

what happens next?
Nothing does.

Because I couldn't find a way
to make myself the chosen one,

even in my own story.

So I backed us into this corner

and never finished writing it.

We're probably stuck here
forever.

Who are you?

I'm Hope Marshall,
and I'm here to rescue you.

This is where I live

and plot my revenge
on the Galactic Dominion.

I'm hoping the three of you
can help.

You know, we're really thirsty.
Could we have some water?

I'll go check the vaporizers.

Speaking of plots,

I don't remember writing
Mini-Mikaelson into my story.

She's not Hope Mikaelson.

She's Hope Marshall.

An intrepid orphan spacewitch

who scavenges ship parts
to make magical gadgets.

I wrote a sequel to your story.

Is there anyone
in this freaking galaxy

who has not read my diary?
I didn't read it.

But I did overhear Josie
talking about it

to the other witches.

They were all laughing
at me being the villain.

My God, I'm so sorry.

We were kids. Which is why
I had a tantrum

and I set the woods on fire.

Emma found me, and she told me
to write my own story.

One where I was the hero,

and we could all be friends.
Well, we're friends now,

so why didn't you tell us?

Well, I didn't think that
my unauthorized fanfic

would be a part of
this hallucination.

Plus, it's sad and embarrassing.

As embarrassing as Dak Romo?

Not even close.

Let's see you write
a compelling love story

at the tender age of...

Wait. Does that mean that you
know who Lord Marshall is?

Emma said it should be
whatever I was most afraid of,

and that I should find a way
to defeat that fear.

There's plenty of water.

If you're hungry,
we can make food.
Let me guess,

making food is part of
my service model duties?

You're not a service model.
That's just a disguise.

You're actually an omega-level
defense unit.

You protect people.

And you're Princess Saltzstar.

You can find a way for us
to sneak into

Lord Marshall's throne room,

because you're smarter
than everyone thinks.

But I don't know who you are.

I'm just a scavenger, like you.

I'm more than that.

But scavengers are good
in a fight.

Will you help?

Before we fight anything,

we need to figure out
what's in that armor.

That's easy.

It's The Hollow.

Okay, nobody panic.
I got this.

I'm definitely panicked
if we're relying on

your reading
comprehension skills.

Give me that.

Maybe we buried it wrong.
What does it say in there?

It's a setup.

The whole thing's a setup.

Come on. Doc S. sends us
on a monster mission

where the body suddenly
just disappears.

And he just so happened
to give us the guide book

with all the answers?

So we gotta work together
to solve the problem?

He and Dorian are probably
out here right now watching us.

Y'all hear that?!

We're onto you, Doc.
Yeah.

He wouldn't manipulate us
like that.

This whole thing's been
a trap from the jump.

The mission's about
trying to get us

to like each other again.

Why is that a bad thing?

I thought we were cool.

Look,

you two can stay here and
work it out if you want to,

but, there is no wendigo.

And my ass is going home.

Wasn't The Hollow that thing

we exorcized from you?

We were so young,
we didn't even know

what we were doing at the time.

What is The Hollow?

It's an evil, ancient force.

Took over my body once.

Made me do terrible things.

It's the reason my family had to
leave me alone on this planet.

But now that you're here,

we can fight it together.

And then, once The Hollow's
gone forever,

my mom and dad will
come back for me.

My family will be
together again.

Then I can tell you
my real name.

The three of us can be
best friends

and start our own coven.

That's not how this story ends.

Defeating The Hollow doesn't
bring your family back.

No. You're wrong!

I wish.

The Hollow's already
been defeated...

by your father.

Then why hasn't he come back?

Why is the Galactic Dominion
still here?

Because I'm afraid
of something else now.

But it's okay

because I know how to defeat it.

I'm sorry, since when?

For too long now.

Hope, let's talk about this.

I'm tired of talking.
Me, too.

Somnus.

Little Hope, slow down.

We wouldn't be in such a hurry

if your friend hadn't
knocked us out.

Where, exactly, are we going?

Salvatore Castle,

where the Galactic Dominion's
throne room is.

And where we have breakfast.

You eat breakfast
in the throne room?

Don't think about it.

The good news is you were right.

I do know a secret way inside.

Great. It should take us three
days to get there on foot.

General Saltzstar. Wow.

Girls, I've had
a change of heart.

Makes sense.

Of course Dad was always gonna
be the hero in Hope's story.

What?

It's complicated, kid.

I'm guessing you've
come here to take us

to Lord Marshall's castle?

You're damn right.
Now hop in.

This rig doesn't look like much,

but she'll get us there
in no time.

Shotgun.

Wait! You were right.

There is no monster.

Give me a lift back?

After everything I said to you?

I deserved it.

We would have never been
in a bad place

if I would have just listened
to you from the start.

What about Jed?

He can walk, for all I care.

One condition.
You drive.

See? You made one big mistake.

MG would never leave
a man behind.

Even one he can't stand.

So we're not wendi-going
anywhere.

Kaleb?

Me?

It says if wendigos are weak,

they'll try to snag an easy meal

by taking human form.

So be on the lookout.

Crap.

All right, let's go, MG.

Time to kick your own ass.

Over here!

We're sure that wasn't you,
right?

Pretty sure.

I know what you are.

And I'm stronger than you.

Smarter, too.

Motus.

Sorry we're late.

You killed The Hollow.

No, I didn't.

Who's that?

That's what this vision
quest was about.

The way we can
finally defeat Malivore.

Like I said, I already know how.

I have to become the Tribrid.

That dead wendigo
definitely gives

these babies an umami dimension.

All right, who needs a brewski?

Absolutely.

Yes!

Hey,

that stuff I said earlier
about using your vamp powers

to do more...
I feel you.

I took a big risk.

No, no. That's...
That ain't it.

Why do you always think I'm
sticking my neck out for you?

It's because I know

that you're gonna
be one of those brothers

that changes the world one day.

I guess I just thought

it would be me by your side
when you did it.

Not Ethan.

Maybe it should be.

Hey, either way,
I'm glad you're back.

I need some advice.

I think I might've caught
feelings for somebody

while you were gone.

Are we talking about Cleo?

Hypothetically.

Damn. You got it bad.

Not as bad as Jed
got Alyssa Chang.

Wow. Too soon?

My bad.

Timing's about right, actually.

The way I see it,

Doc S. just sent us

on our first mission and...

and we totally crushed it.

You're damn right.

Hey.

I love you, bro.

Love you.

Yeah.

Everything's gonna be fine.

I spoke with the boys.

All wounds have been healed,

literally and metaphorically.

That's a relief.

And while we're at it,

I'd like to heal the one
between you and me.

There's no need.

I overstepped.
No.

I mean, everything you said
about me, it's all true.

I put myself
in dangerous situations

and the people I care about
get caught up in them.

But here's the problem.

My daughters are supernatural.

This is their world and if
I'm gonna be in it with them,

that is the kind of thing we're
gonna keep coming up against.

But at least
we're doing it together.

And like I keep trying
to teach these kids,

that's the only way
anyone gets through it.

I have Dorian's back, Emma.

I promise you.

But if you want me to...

stay away from him,

you know, keep him out of it,

I will.

I no longer think
that's possible.

I will always be a witch,
so Dorian will always exist

in the supernatural world
because of me.

From now on, I'll let him
decide for himself how deep.

But I am going to make sure

he doesn't lie to me
about it again.

Alaric Saltzman.

You're a very hard man to quit.

Hi.
Hey, baby.

Today was weird, right?

If you find ominous weird, yeah.

Hope, we were
literally on drugs.

Some stupid story you two
wrote when we were kids

doesn't mean anything in it
is actually going to happen.

Or that your fate is sealed.

I think it does.

Let's face it.

My fate has been sealed
since the day that I was born.

Because there's always
a loophole with magic.

And I'm the loophole.

So if the whole reason I exist
is to defeat Malivore,

at what point do I stop
fighting it and just accept it?

You don't.

Not if you don't want
everything that that means.

I don't.

That stupid story made me
remember all the reasons why.

My whole life has been

one trauma after another trauma,

and if I have to become
a Tribrid,

it's like I'm stuck
in that trauma forever.

Just like I'm stuck
with the memory

of all the family
that I've lost.

I'm sorry we couldn't see why
you were hurting back then.

But...

right now is different.

We're different.

I'm still a work in progress,
but I'm definitely

a better version
of Lizzie Saltzman.

And Josie

has become stronger
and more independent.

There's no reason why

you can't be whatever
you want, too.

A new Hope.

Thanks.

But I think the universe
is telling me the opposite.

Honestly, this has
been weighing on me

since Cleo pointed it out
after she tried to murder me.

And you know what?
She was right.

Because I do feel responsible

for every time
a monster comes along,

because I know that I'm
the only one that can stop it.

You know, what if I don't
do this and someone I love

gets hurt in a way
that I can't fix?

It's the same problem
with Landon.

It's like, for once,
I just wanted to love someone

and not lose them, you know?

You only became
the Tribrid in that story

because you faced
Malivore alone.

We won't let that happen.

I promise.

Panda promise.

Break us down

And we'll rise

And we'll

Rise.

This is Andi's cabin.

I swear to God, if she's crawled
out of that hole,

I will kill her again.

It's not her.

Footprints are too big.

Hey.

Clarke?

How'd you sleep?