All language subtitles for Legacies - (Season 1, Episode 7)

Previously on Legacies...

You know, I opened this
school to protect these kids.

How am I supposed to protect them

from stuff that's not supposed to exist?

Hell, they even make rules
about how we're supposed to eat

but they don't tell us what
they're actually feeding us.

There's blood bags in that
refrigerator right there.

But not human blood!

I killed my girlfriend.

I was behind the wheel
and I lost control.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital,

and I don't know anything else.

Are you happy?

I am happy right now.

In the arms of my
demon-possessed baby mama.

DORIAN The monsters come one at a time.

I found myself not far from here

with an urge to possess that knife.

And who told you to do this?

The Necromancer.

If you're the one responsible

for what went down today,

you're gonna wish you were someone else.

[INSECTS TRILLING, OWL HOOTING]

[NECROMANCER LAUGHING]

♪ ♪

HOPE: I'm no stranger to death,

but that doesn't mean
I want to talk about it.

"Dear Grandma,

I've been thinking of you,
wishing you were here."

HOPE: Once a year for Remembrance Day,

we're asked to write letters
to our lost loved ones.

RAFAEL: Dear Cassie, I miss you every day.

HOPE: We sign our names, fold them up,

and scatter them throughout the cemetery.

♪ Someday I'll make it out of here... ♪

HOPE: I usually don't see the point in it.

Why write to the dead?

♪ All night ♪

♪ Or a hundred years ♪

HOPE: I'd rather not
think about it at all.

Except lately...

Death keeps knocking on my door.

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ ♪

Cassie?

Raf.

Cassie? Isn't that your...?

My girlfriend.

[GASPS]

[CRYING]

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♪ Hello ♪

♪ Welcome home. ♪

[SCREAMING]

Was that really necessary?

I told you I need answers.

Why would I help you?
You have me in chains.

This indignity will not go unpunished.

We have been at this for days.

Answer my questions, or
I'm gonna peel your skin off

like a grape and shower
you with battery acid.

[GROANS] A rather grotesque effort,

considering it will feel like

the delicate tickle of a feather.

All right.

Let's see how this feels.

Dr. Saltzman.

Oh, there you are, lovely girl.

I was wondering if you'd
come visit me again.

How's your friend,

the one I saw you with earlier,

trying to steal an illicit peek at me?

As we speak, he's having
an emotional reunion

with his dead girlfriend.

I assume we have you to thank?

Poor dear.

Her spirit was clinging to
him like a vine in winter.

It took barely any effort.

Just a little wrinkle
of the nose, and poof.

Young love reborn.

You're lucky that's all I did.

The way you've treated
a man of my stature,

you should be ashamed.

Literally nobody knows who you are.

[SCOFFS] That's impossible.

I'll check on Raf.

I-If you want an end to this misery,

simply bring me the knife

and I'll be

- on my way...
- ALARIC: Hope!

Oh...

I take it things aren't going well?

- He's a diva.
- So what's the plan?

I know you don't want
to give over the knife,

but we can't have him
raising the lost loved ones

of every person in this school.

I will handle it. I have
questions that need answers.

Okay, well, I'm not sure your
methods are the most effective.

Hope. I said I will handle it.

Now, just stay away from him.

ALARIC: Cassie,

is it?

Cassie, I'm Dr. Saltzman.

I am here to help you.

I... I don't understand
what's happening.

Why am I here?

I didn't know what to tell her.

Um, well, do you mind telling me

the last few things that you remember?

Um...

Raf and I were driving
home from a track meet.

The roads were bad, it
was wet, and then dark,

and I heard this voice
telling me to open up my eyes,

and then I was here.

Okay. Well, listen, this
is gonna be really hard

for you to understand,

but...

those memories you have,

those are from two months ago.

You were in a car accident.

You didn't survive.

And tonight, you were

resurrected

from the dead.

[GASPS SOFTLY]

HOPE: Find anything yet?

Necromancy is everywhere
in occult literature.

It's a form of sorcery that
dates back to ancient Greece.

It involves the ability
to communicate with

and raise the dead.

But there's nothing about
a specific necromancer,

so whoever this dude is,

he's been erased from history
like every other monster

that comes looking for the knife.

Is there any way to stop him
from bringing back dead people?

Because if this week is any indication,

it's kind of becoming a thing.

I'll look into it, but
tomorrow's my day off,

so it might take a minute.

Evil never takes a holiday, Dorian.

Well, every year on
Remembrance Day, I do.

I write my letters, pack my
lunch and I head to the cemetery

and ring that bell in
honor of my dead family.

So for the next 24 hours,

ask Dr. Saltzman.

Fair. But I'm worried about him.

Do you think he's okay?

I think after the week
he's had, he needs a nap.

[CHUCKLES]: And a therapist.

Maybe even a vacation of his own.

Take these to him for me, would you?

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

[EXHALES]

[INHALES]

Ah.

Ooh.

You have a powerful
scent of death on you.

Uh-huh...

It's quite lovely, really.

I thought maybe we could talk.

[SIGHS]

Such a puny creature dares to dalliance

with The Almighty Necromancer?

Well, here's the thing about that.

You don't exist.

I won't fall

- for your mind games.
- This isn't a game.

Let me lay it out for you.

You died,

you were in a dark place

for what felt like an eternity,

until suddenly, you were
pulled into the light

with a singular, inexplicable mission

to retrieve a knife.

Do continue.

It's been the same with all the
creatures that came before you.

A dragon,

a gargoyle, a...

an Arachne, a dryad.

Bah. Such creatures

- exist only in fiction.
- No.

They've been erased from
history, and so have you.

[LAUGHS] That's preposterous.

I'm world-renowned.

People tremble at the sound of my name.

Don't believe me?

Read up.

[INHALES SHARPLY]

No! No! No!

No! No!

No!

[SHOUTS]

A lifetime's work,

my legacy, reduced to
something as-as pitiful

as a brand of sorcery?

Where I am barely a footnote?

[GRUNTS]

Who's responsible for this vile affront?

That's what I'm hoping
you can help me figure out.

Well, then, I'm all ears.

HOPE: If you want to get
to the bottom of this,

we need to know who's
communicating with you.

No one's communicating with
me. My mind is a steel trap.

But you knew to resurrect
Dr. Saltzman's dead fiancée

right after he mentioned
her to the dryad.

That's why he had questions.

It can't be a coincidence.

You're all coming after the same thing,

communicating in some way,
so who's pulling the strings?

I am no puppet.

[EXHALES]

It's less a voice, more an instinct.

I simply know things.

Like you know you're
here to retrieve a knife

and return it to a
place called Malivore.

If I return the knife to
Malivore, I will be free.

- Of what?
- The blackness.

The void. The empty oblivion.

Do you ever just say things once?

And more importantly,

do you know how to get there?

Only that the knife will lead me.

I'm assuming you know this symbol.

It is the sign of the
worst existential nightmare.

- The ultimate hell. The...
- You're doing it again.

Focus. What does it mean?

That symbol represents what
you say has happened to me.

It means no one remembers you.

No one celebrates you.

No one mourns you.

Loosely translated,

it means "permanent death."

[DIAL TONE BUZZES]

ALARIC: That's not a good idea.

I need to call my mom.

I thought I asked you
not to leave her alone.

She was cold. I got her some tea.

Oh.

Cassie,

this situation... I'm afraid
it might not be permanent,

and I don't know how fair
it would be to your mother

right now to hear your voice.

So you think I'm gonna die again?

I think it's likely.

I'm sorry.

I understand that this is...

an emotional experience
for everyone involved.

And I will be here
every step of the way.

Is there anything I can get you?

I'm hungry. I need a shower.

That's not a problem.

And then I'd like to get to the
bottom of how you murdered me.

HOPE: Do you remember how you died?

I was wandering the beach of Normandy

in need of a pick-me-up, so I thought

I'd resurrect a few G.I.s
to toy with some Nazis.

I'm glad to hear even evil
creatures don't like Nazis.

Nobody likes Nazis.

One minute,

I'm dancing with the dead on the sand,

and the next, there was just blackness.

But you don't remember who killed you?

No, although that's not uncommon.

The subconscious

has a way of protecting the
mind against the trauma of death.

I see it all the time
in my line of work.

But theoretically, that
memory still exists.

Right? What if there
was a way to access it?

You want to take a walk
through my subconscious?

[LAUGHS]: Oh, oh, oh.

Well,

at your own peril, my dear.

'Cause I'm not sure
you're quite tall enough

to ride the scary rides, huh?

I assume you've got a
powerful vampire handy?

Absolutely.

[GRUNTS]

Come on, push it out.

- Come on, man.
- It's too much.

Not nearly enough.

It's them weak-ass bunny
blood muscles talking.

Ain't got nothing to
do with bunny blood.

It's just heavy.

Oh, yeah?

Hmm.

I was on a hunger strike

for four days and can
still smoke that skinny ass.

[CHUCKLES] Think about that.

MG? Do you know how to do a head dive?

Is that a thing?

It is, it just takes a
little, um, precision.

I don't know. I mean, you
might want to get Kaleb.

Kaleb's not on our
Avengers squad, now is he?

Here. But not a word
of this to Dr. Saltzman.

It's for Cassie,

when she's done in the shower.

Thanks.

You doing okay?

- My head keeps spinning.
- Yeah.

Well, I wish there was
something I could say to help,

but having just been
through this myself,

I'm not sure my head
will ever stop spinning.

She thinks that I killed her.

Technically, you did.

It was an accident.

Doesn't make her any less dead.

[SIGHS]

This guy that brought her back,

do you think that we can
convince him to let her stay?

I'd like to help you out,

but as soon as I can
figure out how to kill him,

he's out of here, and
likely, her along with him.

But then another monster will come,

and what if it's worse than this one?

Don't you think we should
at least think about keeping

- him around?
- I would rather spend

a lifetime slaying dragons

than have another kid at this school

go through what you and
I have just experienced

at the hands of this creature.

Look, the only advice

I can offer you is to find closure.

When someone is taken from us too soon,

it can haunt us forever.

Use this time well.

Make your peace with her.

MG: It's so cold. It's like compulsion,

but while I'm on the
surface of his mind,

heroic-like, I'm plunging
you into the deep end...

Holy Mary, mother of demons.

Hello, Milton.

Your great-nana Imogene is waving hello

just over your shoulder.

You can see my great-nana?

Oh, I can see everything.

She's most disappointed
in you for forsaking Jesus,

who I can also see, but, oh, I know,

that's another can of worms.

Shall we begin?

Uh...

We're going in there?

- With him?
- With me,

- The Almighty Necro...
- HOPE: Please.

Can we not do all that again?

Did you steal them
keys from Dr. Saltzman?

- Yeah, I did.
- Oh, boy.

MG, pull it together.

You have no reason to fear me,

I assure you.

You're basically the Grim Reaper.

Oh, the Reaper is a
carnival sideshow hack!

No, you... you dirty your mouth

mentioning his name in my presence.

Perhaps I should summon Nana
to wash it out with soap?

No, you leave my Nana be.

Don't nobody need to be
whupped by Nana right now.

Okay. I stand here,

hands on his shoulders.

- Ooh.
- Now, you and I

join hands.

[JOINTS CRACKING]

[EXHALES]

Now I look into your eyes.

Open your mind to me.

Like, lifting a window
to let the breeze in.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

I'll be damned. [LAUGHS]

I mean, I'm obviously
damned, but it worked.

What the hell are we doing here?

You are the one who
invited yourself along.

Here. This restaurant is in New Orleans.

I've spent half my childhood here.

Yes.

Rousseau's.

I spent a good amount of time here

before the 1920s.

Your father was good

for my business, always killing people.

How do you know about my dad?

Well, he's standing right behind you.

[LAUGHS]

Kidding. Kidding.

But his spirit is all around you.

Plus, he and I did

our fair share of drinking here

when he was at his most murdery.

Are you messing with me right now?

Frankly, I think you're the one

messing with me.

All this talk about

solving the mystery of Malivore.

I think you and I both know

which mystery you'd love me to solve.

You want to know how your dad is.

Or should I say, where he is? Huh?

No. No, I don't.

Sure you do.

You want to know if he's at
peace or if he's suffering.

Regretting his sacrifice.

After all, he did die to save your life.

A lovely gesture

for such a mercurial man.

Hmm. Not to bother.

I'm not telling you anything

until we've finished our journey.

Now, let's get started, shall we?

This is my conscious mind.

We need to find the
door to my subconscious.

Look for a hallway to nowhere,

an endless staircase.
Something like that.

[LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING]

[LAUGHS]: Ooh, a second line.

My favorite.

[CHEERING, LAUGHTER]

NECROMANCER: Yeah!

How I love the macabre!

Oh, oh, the dance of death.

I wonder, who's the guest of honor?

Let's take a look.

Perhaps,

Klaus Mikaelson?

No!

There's nothing there.

You're not ready for the truth.

No, like, literally, nothing.

Hmm?

Ah, clever girl.

May I present the door
to my subconscious?

Well done, you.

I'm glad that's over. I'm shaking,

- my hands are sweaty, I...
- Unbelievable.

He ditched me.

Send me back in.

I'm not that good at this.

You'll be fine. If he's
going in search of answers,

I need to be there

when he finds them.

I'm ready.

Cool. That makes one of us.

♪ ♪

[DISTORTED LAUGHTER]

This is a little much, don't you think?

[ECHOES]: Little much, don't you think?

And you said you didn't like mind games.

[SCREAMS]

Cassie, I'm so sorry.

Look, I know it doesn't mean much,

but I am sorry for my
part in the accident.

It wasn't an accident, Raf.

And you know it.

Why would you say that?

Earlier, I couldn't remember anything,

but when I was in the shower,
pieces started coming back.

I have an excuse to not
remember, what's yours?

I do remember. It
was... It was storming,

and-and it was raining,
and-and the road was slick.

And?

And I took the turn too fast.

The one you're always yelling at me about.

But that's not why

I'm dead, Raf,

and you know it.

Cassie, no.

I love you.

I would never hurt you.

I know that.

But if I'm gonna sit here

in your fancy new school
with that nice headmaster

who cares about you and helps you be

your best werewolf self,

then you're gonna admit what you did.

I didn't do anything.

Why'd you take that turn too fast?

I don't know.

Yes, you do, Raf. Tell me.

- I didn't mean to.
- But you did.

You blamed it on the storm,

but think, think about what you did.

Think about why.

I don't know.

Yes, you do, Raf, you're lying.

- You're lying...
- I don't know!

[WIND WHOOSHING]

First of all, ow.

[ECHOING]: Ow...

Second, I'm here.

Okay?

I climbed your endless
staircase down into your

bottomless pit of despair.

Let's call an end to the torture.

Okay?

Hey, Almighty Necromancer,

we're supposed to be in this together.

[WORDS ECHOING]

Hello? Hello?

Hello! Hello!

[BREATHING ERRATICALLY]

Hope?

Raf. Hey, Rafael.

- [CRYING OUT]
- Rafael.

It was my fault.

I got pissed because I didn't medal.

And then I thought my
girlfriend was flirting

with the guy that beat me.

I got jealous and I
picked a fight with her.

And then all that-that anger
stuff started building up.

That stuff that I can't
control, Dr. Saltzman.

And then I started yelling at her.

And then I took the turn too fast.

And she's always telling me
not to take the turn that fast.

And she was right.

It wasn't the storm.

It was me.

I killed her.

I killed her, Dr. Saltzman.

Okay... [CHUCKLES] Enough of this.

I get it, you want me to
admit what I want from you.

- But you're wrong.
- [WIND HOWLING]

[WORDS ECHOING]

I'm at peace with my dad.

Yes, he died because of
me, but that was his choice.

I've come to terms with it.

You're wrong about me.

I don't need to know anything.

Screw this.

MG?

MG, get me out of here!

MG?

[CRYING]

Hope. Come on. Come on.

Come on out. Hope. Hope.

- [SHOUTS]
- Hope!

Head dive's over.

Come on, man. Let her out. She's scared.

Come on.

Let her out, man!

[NECROMANCER LAUGHING]

There you are.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

I was wandering.

Snooping.

Look, I remember.

I remember everything.

I'll never forgive myself
for what I did to you.

I'm not trying to punish you.

That's not why I called you out.

I just wanted you to be
honest with yourself about it.

RAFAEL: When I first
got here to the school,

uh, they told me that

a lot of guys with my condition, they...

have a lot of anger that eats at them.

But I'm better now
that I know what was causing it.

Oh, yeah?

Then what was causing it earlier today?

I knew that you'd never hurt me,

but that didn't mean you
didn't scare me sometimes.

♪ Secrets... ♪

My point is, you had

a lot of work that you
needed to do on yourself,

and you still do, werewolf or not.

♪ I don't think they'd
understand it, no... ♪

♪ I don't think they
would accept me, no... ♪

I forgive you.

Now leave me alone for a few minutes.

I want to stand in the sun.

♪ I loved and I loved and I lost you ♪

♪ I loved and I loved and I lost you ♪

♪ And it hurts like hell ♪

♪ Yeah, it hurts like hell... ♪

Dr. Saltzman.

I screwed up.

Hope's in trouble, and I can't help her.

[CRYING]: Why are you doing this to me?

[WORDS ECHOING]

Okay, fine. Yes.

I want to know about my dad.

My family said that he must
have died with love in his heart

and that he should've found peace.

But how am I supposed
to know if that's true?

I need to know that he's not alone.

Because I can't live with
myself if he is alone.

No one should ever have
to be alone like this.

Please.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

- Oh, hey.
- Don't "hey" me.

Get me out of here.

With pleasure.

[GASPS]

Oops.

[LAUGHS]

Daddy's home.

- Hey.
- What's up?

What's up?

If I'm gonna be a vampire,
I need to be strong enough

to handle everything
that comes along with it.

People get hurt

if I'm weak.

So feed me blood.

Feed me whatever it takes.

Hallelujah.

The Prodigal Son has returned.

I mean, how could you be so reckless?

You weren't getting anywhere.

And so you took it upon yourself?

- And how did that go?
- Not well.

Yeah? Well, I have it
under control, Hope.

Oh, really?

Then you want to explain this?

Or this?

Or anything else that would explain

your utter lack of progress?

I am grieving, Hope.

And maybe you should try that sometime

instead of pushing everyone away.

- [LAUGHS SOFTLY]
- Look, I am trying

to protect you.

That thing is a master manipulator.

It resurrected my fiancée,

it raised a cemetery of zombies

and it brought back Rafael's
dead girlfriend, so let's just

talk about the ways in
which it could torment you,

starting with your dead mother,
ending with your dead father,

and how about all the
ghosts of all the people

that you killed in between, huh?

- I can't believe you'd do this.
- Don't do that.

You don't like that I broke your rules

as a headmaster? Fine, punish me.

But don't you dare
play disappointed dad,

- because you are not my father.
- Oh, I know that.

- And where are you doing?
- To finish what I started.

Like hell you are.

- Cloditay.
- Hope...

Hope!

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Back for more?

Tell me where my father is.

I will tell you everything
you want to know,

but wouldn't you like to hear about

what I've just learned
of Malivore first?

[BELL RINGING]

[PHONE RINGING]

It's my day off, Ric.
We talked about this.

Hope has sealed me in my
office and I need to get out.

Just wait till the spell wears off.

She's trying to negotiate
with The Necromancer.

Ric. I'm off the clock.
This is the only day

I take off all year.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.

KALEB: All right.

We're in Vegas and this here
is the all you can eat buffet.

All right? We got the
omelet station right here.

That there is the seafood tower.

Chocolate fountain.

[KALEB LAUGHS]

After I left you, I returned
to the scene of my death.

I saw a shadow. I felt a searing pain.

And when I looked down,
there was a knife in my heart

and emptiness all around me.

A knife?

The knife.

Interestingly enough,

that which I seek is
that which did me in.

You've got to understand,

to be killed by such
a trifle of an object...

I was curious as to its power,

so I jumped out of

my subconscious and summoned
the spirit of the man

who forged the knife in the first place.

You left me in there on purpose?

Oh, I had work to do, and
you had lessons to learn.

From this man,

I heard the remarkable story

of Malivore,

created to wipe the
scourge of the supernatural

off the face of this Earth.

Malivore consumed us, erased us.

It was permanent death.

And it was in Malivore
that we were left to perish.

Until recently,

when the knife started
beckoning us to bring it home.

But why a knife?

Decades ago, Malivore was contained.

Three locks created
to seal Malivore shut.

The knife is one of those locks.

When all three locks return home,

Malivore is free to open
its jaws of death once again.

[QUIETLY]: What does that even mean?

Oh, my dear...

...let's just hope you're
not still alive to find out.

Okay, young grasshopper.

It's called Snatch,

Eat, Erase. All right?

I read about it in Dr.
Saltzman's books about

those Salvatore dudes that
used to live in our school.

I-I feel bad.

Don't feel bad, brother.
They're food, okay?

It's like eating a burger. You feel bad

- about the cow?
- Sometimes.

Lizzie went through this
vegan phase, and she...

just got me thinking.

[CRUNCHING]

[KALEB GROWLING]

[CHUCKLES]

Delishes.

Come on.

Yeah. There you go.

Oh!

All right.

Easy, killer. Okay.

Slow down, buddy. That's enough.

MG, dude's no that big,
okay? That's enough.

MG, okay, calm down.

MG! Get back...

[THUNKS]

So let me get this straight.

You left me inside your
freaky twisted mindscape

so you could... what? Stall me?

My apologies for the melodrama,

but I needed to buy meself some time.

To talk to some dead knife maker.

That,

and to retrieve the knife

your friend Dorian had
hidden behind the stacks

in the library.

What?

Because while you were trapped

in just a small semblance
of the blackness I suffered,

experiencing just an ounce of my agony,

I was busy doing what I do best:

controlling the dead.

HOPE: I don't understand.

NECROMANCER: The answer, my darling, is yes.

I was stalling you.

Just as I'm stalling you now.

Now leave me alone for a few minutes.

I want to stand in the sun.

NECROMANCER: Did you know

that there's a lot of Bennett witches

buried in the local cemetery
that excel in the art

of mystical transportation?

I summoned a little help
to ensure the knife

returned to Malivore
quickly and without incident.

[CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[NECROMANCER LAUGHING]

Oh, my God.

Come on, look on the bright side.

You can get back to the daily
grind of your young life.

And in moments,

when the knife is returned to Malivore,

I will be free to find peace.

As for your father,

he watches over you every day.

He did die with love in his heart,

and he doesn't regret his choice.

But he won't find peace...

...until you do.

Eh, good luck with that.

[CHUCKLES]

[RUMBLING]

The knife is destroyed.

One lock is released.

And with it, so am I.

[PANTING]

[BOTTLES CLINKING]

What the hell is wrong with you?

Man, we were just having a little fun.

Fun? By feeding on human blood?

Man, don't think we don't
know that all you feed us

at school is that bunny blood.

That's not being a real vamp.

You talk a real big game
about shaping young minds,

but you ain't even letting
us be who we really are.

Do you know why I was
at the cemetery today?

Why I take this day off...
Only this day off... every year?

It's because I am honoring my father

and my little sister,
both of whom were murdered

by the very vampire
whose memorial library

we are standing in right now.

The place I come to work every day.

364 days a year, I love my job,

but one day out of the
year, I cannot stand

the sight of this place.

Do you even know what a Ripper is?

Do you?

A Ripper is a vampire who
is driven by obsession,

who lives only for the gratification

of their deepest desires.

A Ripper will feed until there
is nothing left to feed on,

and then they'll move on
to the next, and the next.

And do you know what kind
of vamps are susceptible

to being Rippers?

If I was taking bets,
I'd say an impressionable,

obsessive, clinically
ADHD, horny little kid

like Milton Greasley.

HOPE: Dear Dad, I'm no stranger to death,

but that doesn't mean
I want to talk about it.

Once a year, for Remembrance Day,

we're asked to write letters
to our lost loved ones.

We sign our names, fold them up

and scatter them throughout the cemetery.

I usually don't see the point in it.

Why write to the dead?

♪ Some kind of magic... ♪

I'd rather not think about it at all.

Except lately,

Death keeps knocking on my door.

♪ Some kind of magic ♪

♪ Baby, we have it... ♪

Today I messed up, bad.

I messed up in ways
that if you were here,

you'd be so disappointed in me.

[BELL RINGING]

I'm not sure I know how to fix it.

♪ I will walk with you ♪

♪ I'll ride with you... ♪

She told me she wanted
me to be a better man.

♪ The whole way through... ♪

Can you help me with that?

♪ Do right by you... ♪

I don't know, but I'll try.

I promise.

♪ It's hard to lose ♪

♪ Some kind of magic... ♪

HOPE: I was told today that
you would never find peace

until I found it in myself.

I hope that was a lie told to punish me.

God knows I deserved that.

♪ Some kind of magic ♪

♪ Baby, we have it, uh-huh... ♪

But if it's true, I'm gonna do better.

Today I saw a glimpse of what
true loneliness feels like.

Of what lies in store for me
if I don't find my own peace.

So I'm gonna get to work on that.

♪ I will walk with you... ♪

I'm glad to know you're with me,

but I look forward to the
day when you're not.

I love you. Hope.

♪ I will walk with you ♪

♪ I will walk with you... ♪

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry I didn't have your back today.

Apparently,

I was too busy launching
phase one of Mali-pocalypse.

It's okay.

Dr. Saltzman, he... he had my back.

[QUIETLY]: Oh...

He still mad at you, huh?

He's probably gonna be
mad at me for a while.

Yeah, well, at least
with the knife gone,

maybe we can finally get
some quiet around here.

[LAUGHS SOFTLY] I wonder
if that's possible.

What's wrong?

Landon's in trouble.

[BEEPS]

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