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Previously on "Once Upon a Time"...

I wish that Emma Swan's wish

to have never been the Savior...

be granted.

- No!
- Emma!

I wish to be sent to the
same place as Emma Swan.

- Emma?
- You're the evil queen.

You don't remember me.

Every Savior needs a villain.

Henry, stop!

Emma?
- Let's go home.

This is a robbery.

Who put her in there?

A guy in a hood.

Emma's vision.

Did you see who was under that hood?

Hello, Mother.

You're not really gonna
burn that, are you?

My problem right now is cold.

If you're out here, lack of kindling

is the least of your problems.

What's your story?

I ran away, okay?

I was in a crappy group home, and...

and it's none of your business.

Please. Don't.

These stories are great. Look.

"The Ugly Duckling."

I loved this one when I was a kid.

You're still a kid.

You've got spunk.

When I was your age, it was great.

The best fairy tales are
about the same thing...

transformation.

You know?

See, a duck becomes a swan.

It's beautiful.

That's not what it's about.

The duck was... always a swan.

It just... didn't know it.

Maybe that's how you see it,
but I see it as about belief.

About a duckling believing so
hard that she'd become a swan...

one day... it actually happened.

If we believe in
something strongly enough,

we all have the power
to change our fate.

Speaking of which,

is this really the fate you want?

Maybe your last home was bad.

Doesn't mean you won't
find a good one someday.

So, how long have you
been on the streets, dear?

A few days.

And then... my friend,
he brought me here.

What's your name, sweetie?

Emma.

Emma.

You got a last name, Emma?

Swan.

My name is Emma Swan.

Regina?

Come on, now. Off with
it. The jewelry, now!

Robin, you don't know me?

Enough talking. The jewels.

It's not him.

And the necklace, if you please, m'lady?

Thank you.

It appears it is time for me to go.

Regina, they're after you.

They're looking for you.

They crossed the river.

Hurry. We have to get my mother back.

And that witch will pay
for my grandparents' death.

Okay. They're gone.

The last thing we need
is you in some dungeon...

real or fake or whatever this place is.

Robin... he didn't age.

Everyone else here aged.
How is that possible?

Nothing is real. He's not real.

This place was created on a wish.

Don't get lost in it.

When we get home, this'll
just be like a dream.

And how long until we get home?

Not long.

I think I know how to get us back.

Come on. Keep up.

We're gonna find that
guy before Emma gets back.

The only way she's gonna
see that hooded figure

is behind bars.

Easy, mate.

I thought the plan was
to get some shut-eye,

kiss Snow back in, recharge.

Yeah, well, plans change
now that this guy's in town.

He changed the queen into a snake.

He's powerful, and he
wants to kill my daughter.

I'm not gonna let that happen.
I'm gonna find this guy.

Hang on, mate.

You're usually the
level-headed voice of reason.

It's because of me.

The wish I made...

to give the Evil Queen
what she deserves.

It brought him here.

It's on me.

Now, I am not gonna wake
Snow until I fix this.

- If you're not with me...
- I'm with you, mate.

I just hope you know what you're doing.

You and me both.

H-How?

How is this even possible?

How... How are you
here? How are you grown?

I've lived a full 28 years.

I was in a place where
time moved differently,

where the Black Fairy raised me.

Did she harm you?

Depends what you mean.

She toughened me up.

What did she do to you?

She did... many things,
trying to make me evil,

but she failed.

Because in all of those dark years,

I always remembered you, Mother.

I tried to follow your example.

So, you're not here to kill the Savior?

No, of course I am.

Because once she's dead,
I will gain her power.

I will be the Savior.

Why would you want to do that?

Because there is another
land in need of a Savior now.

I want to finally free
it from the cruel reign

of the Black Fairy.

Defeating the Savior won't
be as easy as you think.

I've seen it in a vision.

I've seen her death at my hand.

And when I kill Emma Swan,
I will finally become a hero.

All right, let's go.

Oh. Shh, shh.

Stay back.

The whole kingdom wants
your head on a spike.

You'll just be a liability.

Stay here.

Hey, there, Pinocchio.

Princess Emma.

I-I'd heard terrible rumors you
were captured by the Evil Queen.

I cannot tell you how
relieved I am to see you.

What are you doing here? What happened?

It's a long story.

I know this sounds, well, crazy.

Long ago...

I desperately wanted
to become a real boy.

And it only took one person,
my father, believing in me

to make it so.

I believe in you, Emma.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

So, why me?

What can a simple
wood carver do for you?

Carve wood and get us home.

Your father once made
a magical wardrobe.

It took me between realms.

- My father passed. Years ago.
- I know.

I have all of Princess Emma's
memories, too, and I'm sorry.

I was hoping that maybe you
still have that wardrobe.

I remember the one you speak about.

But I dismantled it years ago.

It reminded me of
darker times. No offense.

None taken.

This world became oh-so-much
better after I was gone.

Maybe I can help.

I know the enchanted grove
where my father found the wood

for the original wardrobe.

Perhaps we can replicate his work.

I kept his tools.

Regina, what do you think?

"Do what you must to
get home with Pinocchio.

I know you'll succeed.

But I can't come back till
I have a question answered.

I know Robin isn't real here.

But I need to know if...

Like everything else in this realm,

is he better off without me?"

There he is.

The guy with the lion tattoo.

That's him?

Pixie dust doesn't lie.

This is your chance
at love and happiness.

A fresh start, no baggage.

You can let go of all the
anger that weighs you down.

Go get him.

The Evil Queen!

The Evil Queen!

Is it too much to hope
you're here to buy me a drink?

So, you're the Evil Queen.

I presume you're here to take
back the necklace that I stole.

Uh, actually, no.

I'm here to talk to you.

One doesn't usually come
to a tavern for talking.

Are you happy?

You're a strange one.

Are you?

As a matter of fact, my life's great.

I have work that I
adore, I answer to no man,

and I sleep under the stars.

Who could ask for more?

So, you were better off.

Pardon?

Thanks for telling me.

Wait, what's this about?

Why would you care about my happiness?

You can tell me.

There!

- Nottingham.
- Always good to see you.

Well, the pleasure is all mine.

At last, the most wanted
man in all the land

is as he should be...

mine.

And I see that we have a little bonus.

Oh, I'm sorry, m'lady, but
here in Sherwood Forest,

we're prepared for the likes of you.

Hmm?

Off with them!

Is your friend gonna be okay?

Regina can take care of herself.
We just need to do our part.

Speaking of which, here we are.

It's beautiful.

It survived the Evil Queen's reign.

Its magic flourished.

- And this will get us home?
- We'll see.

So?

Which one?

The chisel.

Ordinary tools are no
good on enchanted wood.

But this one...

this one was special to my father.

I just hope I can live up to him.

He said a true woodcarver
must always be in conversation

with his tool and his materials.

A sword, Princess?

The Emma I knew was far more interested

in fancy dresses and high tea.

Where I come from, I'm not a princess.

I'm... a Savior.

Interesting jobs in your world.

Yeah.

I spend a lot more time
around swords than dresses.

What exactly does a Savior do?

A lot of things.

I... protect people.

That's... the gist of it, I guess.

So why so glum? Seems like a good thing.

Because the job comes with a destiny.

I'm supposed to protect my
family, but I die doing it.

It's my fate.

And this sword... this
is what will finish me.

Stop talking.

Back away from the princess.

Killian?

Don't worry, Princess.
I'm here to rescue you.

After I kill whoever the blazes this is.

Lonely here, isn't it?

If you're here to talk
me off my path, you can't.

This is my fate.

Well, fate's a tricky business.

It still requires work.

And planning.

I see what this is.

You don't think I'm strong enough.

Don't walk away from your father.

You've been alive 28 years.

I've been alive hundreds.

There are things a man learns.

Take your hand off me.

You know, I waited years
for a moment like this...

when I could finally tell
my own father that I was

better than him and stronger
than him, so you go ahead.

You show me.

You think you know all about me.

You have no idea.

I know your childhood is
full of pain, just like mine.

You want someone to pay for that?

Make me pay.

It is my fault, after all, is it not?

I let the Black Fairy take you.

I couldn't protect you. So you go ahead.

Do it. Hit me.

Hit me.

Hit me!

If you can't hit me, how do
you expect to kill the Savior?

I can help you, son.

I don't need your help.

Uh, okay, uh...

How many times do I need to ask?

Please, let him go.

Princess Enya, please.

Leave the daring rescue
to the professionals.

It's Emma.

Who is?

My... Me. My name is Emma.

I don't need to be rescued.

Well, not anymore, thanks to
Captain Hook, at your service.

Hey, now!

That is not very sporting, mate!

Like the lady said, she
doesn't need any rescuing.

The royal family does not agree.

There's a handsome
reward out for her return.

Sword, please.

Oh! Hook, please! We really
don't want to hurt you!

I'm sorry, do you... you know him?

A version of him in the other world.

We sort of live together.

Now...

You might have my sword, but
I've got your... this thing.

Chisel.

Now we duel.

Hook, stop!

Wow.

I really need to get home
and get someone off the rum.

And the dessert.

Sorry, Hook.

I think it's time to go
back to the Jolly Roger.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Can you fix it?

No. I cannot.

Well, you have a whole
other chest of tools.

Maybe there's something else.

No, I need magic to carve the tree!

I'm not my father.

I'm not... good enough.

I'm sorry you put
your faith in me, Emma.

I hope you never make
that mistake again.

You two!

Keep an eye on them until I return.

I am so sorry about all this.

I never meant for you to get hurt.

Yes, well, then you
failed with flying colors.

Now I'm going to die for nothing,

having accomplished nothing.

Not true. You're Robin Hood.

Think of all the people you've helped.

Robin Hood?

No, I am Robin of
Locksley, and I'm a thief.

A thief who steals from the
rich and gives to the poor.

Gives to the poor?

Why the hell would I do that?

Wait.

So you're telling me
you're just a common thief?

I am not a "common" anything.

I steal from the rich
to make myself rich.

And that makes you happy?

No, I don't believe it.

It must be Marian.

What do you know of Marian?

Your wife.

No. She was never my wife. She...

she died before we could marry.

I'm so sorry.

So, there's no one?

No. Never.

And even so, your... life...

it makes you happy?

That's not exactly what I said.

That's what you said.

If you want the truth, Your Majesty,

I haven't been happy
for a very long time.

You never had love.

What was that?

Please! Help me!

Oh, don't worry. I know who did that.

He's on our side.

After all those years locked
up, it's certainly nice

to stretch one's legs again.

Impeccable timing, as always.

Now, will you please take this cuff off?

Well, that's the
question, isn't it, dearie?

Will I or won't I?

Now, on the one hand, you did
help me escape from my prison.

On the other, you
kidnapped the woman I loved

and starved her to death in a tower.

I went looking for Belle
and this is what I found.

That wasn't me.

Not really. I...

I'm not even from this world.

Oh, I know that, dearie,
but I have to hurt someone,

and you seem like the best candidate.

I may not be real, but
I get a funny feeling

I can still make you bleed.

I'm sorry. I can't wake you.

Not yet.

Not until I find the person
who wants to harm our daughter.

And, Snow, I promise you, I
will find him and I will stop him

and bring Emma home where
she belongs, and we can...

fix this...

all of this.

All right, then. Thanks, mate.

The dwarfs have searched
the entire northern woods.

There's no sign of our guy, or
anyone else, for that matter.

Well, he couldn't have just vanished.

We must have missed something.

This would be so much easier
if we knew who the bloody hell

we were looking for.

His name's Gideon.

Belle.

He's my son.

Your son is an infant.

He was.

Then he grew up in another realm,

without his parents,

and that experience affected him.

"Affected him"?

He's trying to kill Emma.

I-I know. Look, it's
not his fault, okay?

He's confused and...

Rumple's out there
looking for him right now.

To stop him or aid him?

I don't know.

But I do know that I can stop him.

If I can just talk to
him, reason with him,

as his mother...

Will you help me?

I don't know, Belle.

If he's really planning to kill Emma...

We're going to have to stop him.

But that doesn't mean he has to be hurt.

And neither one of our
children need to be harmed.

Look, I came to you for
help because I trust you.

Can you trust me?

Let's just find him.

The sooner we do, the better.

Then take your shot,
but if it doesn't work...

Thank you.

Now, if you'll excuse
me, it's been a while

since I had good flay.

Tools are a bit rusty.

So...

You're telling me I'm living
in a fake world that's created

by the wish of a
princess who's not fake.

Well, it wasn't her
wish, exactly, but yes.

And in this world, I'm
some kind of folk hero,

and the Evil Queen cared for me.

Hmm.

I'd say I did pretty well for myself.

Wait, that's it? You just believe me?

Do I believe that there's some
other world where I'm living

a completely different life,
which, by the looks of things,

is a hell of a lot better than this one?

Yes. Indeed.

I don't mind believing that at all.

What?

Am I a scoundrel over there, too?

No, you're not a scoundrel.

You're dead.

I see.

And, uh, this other Robin,

before he died, did he...
Did I have a good life?

I think so.

I hope so.

He helped a lot of people,
which he was proud of.

And he loved his friends and... family.

And you.

And me.

Well, that sounds like
it was a good life,

even if it was too short.

What are you doing?

Well, it's a little-known
fact, but I'm not just

the world's greatest thief.

Shall we, Your Majesty?

What's this? It had my name on it.

For the princess who has everything,

happy birthday.

Seriously, why this?

I don't know.

I guess I've always liked swans.

Reminds me of a story
my father used to tell me

when I was dreaming of becoming real.

Let me guess... "The Ugly Duckling"?

Huh. You know it.

Yeah, you could say that.

The duck who believed so
deeply he could become a swan,

he actually became one.

My father always said, "Believe
hard enough in something

and you can change your fate."

What did you say?

You can change... your fate.

If we believe in
something strongly enough,

we all have the power
to change our fate.

It was you.

What was me?

When I was a kid, in my world,

you gave me some advice,
and it changed my life.

You became the swan.

Yeah, I did.

You can do this.

If you believe you're a puppeteer,

you will be a puppeteer.

But if you believe
you're a master carver

and as good as your father ever was...

then your fate changes.

Looks like the swan is going home.

You did it.

I knew that you could.

Thank you, Emma. For believing in me.

I'm just repaying the favor.

Your father would be proud.

Well, it's a little
rough around the edges,

but I think it'll do.

Regina. Where did you go?

Um...

Oh.

I'm... I'm sorry I ran off,
but we have to get out of here.

They're gonna be looking for us...

sheriffs and knights
and maybe Rumple, and...

Is that it?

This is it.

That's how you're getting back? A tree?

A magic tree.

Oh, well, forgive me.

Regina, we do have to go.

Can you just give me a minute?

Um...

I'm so sorry I dragged you into this.

I like an adventure.

Here.

I want you to have this.

So a piece of Robin is with you always.

Where did you get this?

It's my lucky feather.

It's from a very lucky arrow.

When Robin... my Robin died,

there was a feather that got
lost on its way to me from him.

But despite everything, I
chose to believe and hope

that he was in a good place.

I think, somehow... he lives on in you.

Regina, why don't you bring him?

He's not real.

Emma, you said it yourself.

This place was created by a wish.

How could a wish become real?

Maybe it can.

The feather.

Robin's soul had to go somewhere.

Maybe that's why he hasn't
aged, why he's different.

If you believe any part of
him is in there, why walk away?

Because, Emma, it's me.

And I'm afraid of tempting fate.

No.

We make our own fate.

I did it, and now it's your turn.

So...

I'm in.

You are?

It might not work.

Then again, it might.

You'd take the risk?

Well, I don't know if you
caught this, but, uh...

things are looking
pretty bleak for me here.

And, you know, why not
get to know the woman

one version of me was
willing to die for?

Maybe you should leave this here.

No.

I can't let fate dictate
my actions anymore.

Thank you.

Regina?

Are you okay?

Where's Robin?

I don't know. We... went in together.

I'm so sorry.

Can I...

Can I have a moment alone, please?

Sorry.

No, it's all right.

So, where exactly are we?

Robin of Locksley,

as mayor, I'd like to officially
welcome you to Storybrooke.

Savior.

I've been waiting.

Who are you?

My name is Gideon.

I only know one Gideon.

He looks a lot younger than you do.

What do you want?

Mom!

Emma!

Stay back!

Gideon! Wait!

You don't have to do this.

It's okay. I'm not gonna
let him hurt anyone.

I'm not going to hurt them... just you.

Ready to die, Savior?

I am fated to die, and I will die.

But not today.

I'm still going to kill you.

Please.

He's my son.

I don't need your help!

Mom! You did it!

You're amazing, Emma.

Thank God you're alive.

You, too, Dad. You, too.

Really. Thank you.

Good work, Emma.

What happened here?

Was that really Gold and Belle's baby?

We'll fill you in later.

Hopefully, he won't be back for a while.

Captain Hook?

Well, you were certainly
a little more spry

in your younger days.

Robin?

Well, not really Robin.

Sort of. It's an alternate reality.

Copies of everyone.

I brought him back.

"Alternate reality"? Not... Not spry?

What happened to you?
What happened to me?

It's okay. It's all gonna be fine.

We're just... We're
gonna switch to water.

What, for drinking?

Yeah.

Whoa.

I could hear you all
the way down the street.

I wasn't sure if I should expect
a typewriter or a tommy gun.

Well, I work out here so papa can sleep.

Did you know?

When I was a kid and you told
me to go to the police station,

did you know it was me?

Of course I knew it was you.

I kept tabs on you for a while.

I knew you didn't belong on the streets.

I just had to make
sure you knew it, too.

Thanks.

I, uh, kept the... kept the pages.

Hmm.

You know, when you picked
Swan, it made me happy.

I figured it meant that you got it.

That you were on your
way to becoming the person

that you wanted to be.

I don't know if I totally got it.

I don't know if I still do.

But I think I'm on my way
to believing I can make

my own destiny.

Well...

belief is the first step.

Making a wish?

I better not.

My hopes and plans don't
turn out like I want them to.

No matter what I do, who I trust.

I understand the feeling.

Do you?

'Cause, I mean, clearly
you wanted to keep him tied

to this horrible fate,
and you succeeded.

I wanted his life to
take its natural course.

He still has the power
to change his choices,

like the Savior's doing.

But using the Shears would
have robbed him of that.

And, yes, I was gonna
use them on him before,

but I was wrong.

And you think he'll make
the right choices now?

No.

But I hope he still may.

I know you don't believe
that's what I want, Belle,

but it's true.

When Baelfire rejected
my magic, I respected it.

I just wasn't brave enough to follow it.

My whole dark life, I've sought
out those who are light...

like you.

So, what, you don't
want him to kill Emma?

No, I don't.

That would be an irrational act
of someone so blind with pain

they think they're
reaching for the cure...

when, in fact, it's just more poison.

I know.

I've done it myself.

Frankly, I suppose I'm addicted to it,

but I don't want it for my son.

I protected him,

even knowing what he wanted to do.

Yeah.

It can be easy to rationalize
doing the wrong thing, can't it?

Indeed it can.

Is it too late for us to help him?

You must have some plan, some trick.

I'm sorry.

But if there is anything
we can do to help him,

perhaps that's something
we should do together.

Not just for us, but for everyone.

You heard our son.

I fear if we fail...

war is coming to Storybrooke.

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