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I will never forget this day.

It is the day I learned of magic.

Our greatest warrior had been poisoned in battle.

The only solution was a powerful transfusion ritual

to magically transfer the poison

into someone who had been exposed to it before.

Someone immune.

Da ina.

♪

Lati ina si okunkun.

Lati ina si okunkun.

Lati ina si okunkun.

♪

Cleo showed me that memory for a reason.

If we can find a way to replicate the spell,

then we can transfer Malivore out of Landon.

If you're all cool with that.

Yeah. Since

when are you all

about collabin'? Since

MG pointed out that Malivore's

been trying to splinter us.

Solid. Look, I know

that I sometimes like to call the shots.

Um, well...

Right. Okay. Okay.

All the times, but I can adapt.

There's no "I" in "team," or whatever. Right?

Uh... right.

Lizzie and I are on Team Hope.

Same. So I assume that the "yeas" have it?

Yeah.

I mean, yea. Did Cleo also

muse you the blueprints for this braid? No.

No blueprints. We're just gonna have to figure it out.

Together.

"No blueprints."

Anything for my boy Landon.

But are we even sure he's still in there?

We don't know for sure.

I have to believe that he is.

Either way, I need Malivore out of him.

Then there's only one thing left to do.

We need, like, a catchphrase or something.

Uh... Super Squad on three?

One, two...

What's in the box?

You're not gonna

like the answer.

Yeah, I don't like a lot of things right now.

Like how I just straight-up lied

to Hope about Landon. A necessary evil. Here.

What's this?

"Movie in the Square"? Our school

still owes community service for last year's football fiasco.

So it's time to pay the piper.

I'm gonna need you

to supervise our students while we set up the event. No.

The-the Squad just came up with a plan to help Cleo and Landon.

Hmm. Lonely Club, remember?

That doesn't just mean keeping secrets

and drinking my bourbon. No.

It means we have to do the things

that no one wants to do.

Yeah, well, this definitely qualifies.

Don't worry. You'll have backup.

This shirt is not working for me.

I've tried dressing it up,

going casual,

but it's useless.

I still look like a volunteer.

Which you are.

I need to be a cute volunteer

so that when we're done setting up,

Ethan and I can enjoy the movie.

Do I even want to know what that means?

Get your mind out of the gutter.

I just want to get to know him better.

All I know about Ethan is that he likes football and he's hot.

But I don't even know if Ethan is epic romance material.

Which is why I have compiled

a helpful checklist.

Videt.

"Holds doors open.

"Plays guitar.

Speaks French"?

Oui. "Willing to risk

his life for me at the drop of a hat"?

Is that so much to ask?

That sounds perfect for you.

That looks perfect.

Why doesn't our transfusion braid look like that?

Uh, they recommend lion's hair.

And what did you use?

Shoelaces, mostly.

But we'll make it happen, Hope.

We promise.

Have you figured out who

we'll be transferring Malivore into yet?

I'll give you one guess.

You're being discharged.

Congratulations.

Don't forget your bill, Mr. Clarke.

Wait. This must be a mistake.

It's not.

Speaking of debt, about that favor you owe me.

No.

Please!

I cannot watch them die anymore. End this now.

I will give you what you want.

I do not have the answer as yet, but it will come

in time. Just end this suffering.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

I'm not Malivore.

Landon Kirby?

I know we've never met before,

but if you were about to give Malivore what he wants,

we need to get you out of here.

Now.

Sorry, Hope, but this conversation is over.

I beg to differ.

Consto.

Would you stop magic-ing me?

Sure.

Once you remember that you owe me one.

Look, you're Malivore's son,

just like Landon is. That makes you the ideal host.

If we put him inside of you,

then there's far less chance of rejection.

All my father's ever done is reject me.

Do you even have a way to get Daddy dearest out of me?

It's a work in progress.

But if Landon and Malivore have been sharing a brain,

then Landon might know a way to put an end to your dad for good.

Might?

Why would I put my new and amazingly fragile human body

at risk for a plan you so clearly lack confidence in?

Because being human means having a conscience.

Oh. Besides, if you help us

put an end to Malivore,

then you can finally have your freedom.

And you know, you won't have to live

with the guilt of knowing that you let us all down.

Trust me, it's the worst.

Well, look, I'm grateful.

I'd gladly dog-sit for the weekend, even help you move,

but I am gonna draw the line

at becoming a skinsuit for my father.

I really am sorry.

I guess I'm still a mud guy after all.

I'm really glad you came.

But I'm hoping that our next date involves less manual labor.

If there is a second date,

maybe we can do something that we both enjoy.

Not a problem. Josie said that you are also

a secret comic book nerd.

Is your arm okay?

Oh, yeah. Um, still a little sore

from tossing the old pigskin around the other day.

That's another thing we have in common.

Hey, can I get a program?

Thanks.

You've done more than you know.

So, who's your favorite superhero?

By the way, I think

it's really cool that you're into all this stuff.

Hard to say. It's a long list.

This is pointless.

If we don't have Clarke, we don't have a host.

He'll show. He's different now.

He wants redemption, even if he won't admit it.

Oh, I see. So this plan hinges

on Clarke being a good person?

He'll show.

Mm-hmm.

You wanted salt, right?

This is all the salt.

You know where we can find great salt? Italy.

Where you should go. With me.

Dreaming big, huh?

I've never even been to Florida.

It's not just a dream.

I talked to my mom about you, and she said

that we could visit her in Europe over the break.

If you'd want.

Let me get the rest of the supplies first.

Sweet braid work, bro.

Thanks, bro.

And thanks to Grove Hill for having a zoo.

This lion's hair is so much easier to work with.

Team update.

How's everyone doing? We're just

about ready for you to put up the anti-magic barrier.

Uh, no. That'll block the transfusion.

We need a dark object, something that'll contain him.

Oh, I'll get a black candle.

Although I hate having my life depend on wax.

Oh, relax. This spell isn't happening.

I'll be damned.

Probably.

Especially if you're assuming I'm here to help you.

Then why are you?

Well, because I don't have $81,354.80.

Wait. You want money to do this?

I don't want to do it at all.

But Hope's right.

The human health care system is criminal.

And if there's one thing I've learned

from my father and Triad, it's that I hate debt.

Well, lucky for you,

we still have a little bit of that leprechaun money left over.

W-- Huh?

Don't ask. Fine.

But there is one more thing I'll need.

He passed the test.

I mean, he's only taking first-year French,

but Ethan likes the same things I do,

he's attentive, he even speaks the same love language.

Words of affirmation, obviously.

He's totally epic romance material.

So why don't I feel anything?

Are you serious?

While you're over here trippin' because

football dude don't get your pigtails twirling,

the girl I dig is trapped in a hell dimension.

And instead of rescuing her,

I'm stuck here, shilling popcorn to townies.

How do you think I feel? We are here

so that Hope and the team don't have to be.

So maybe just think of this stupid gig

as us doing our part.

Which, speaking of, I'm gonna need

one tiny other thing from you.

It's gonna annoy me, isn't it?

Oh, darn. I'm such a klutz.

Oh, here. Let me help.

Sorry, Kaleb.

We'll be finished cleaning this up by the time

you get back from your break.

Thanks.Of course.

MG?!

Shh!

Keep it down.

She'll hear us.

You just won't die, will you?

Oh, on the contrary.

I've never been more alive,

and I'd like to stay that way.

But there's this thing Hope wants me to do.

All right, well,

tell me what it is, and I promise you'll be free.

Oh, that's a promise you've made and broken too many times.

Fool me once and all that.

Fair.

I've definitely made some...

controversial choices

as a father.And why is that?

You created me to serve you.

That's what I did.

I never failed you, never let you down.

Until you did.Well, after centuries of your disinterest.

All I wanted was some indication that you gave a crap about me.

I don't understand

why that was so hard for you to give.

You're right.

I created you so I could become you,

and that didn't work.

All I could see were my own failures.

I should have been better with you.

I'm sorry.

Well, that's all I needed to hear.

You can come in now.

You were right.

He's nervous.

He's so worried about what you're planning,

he'll say anything.

Hmm. So you're in? Oh.

I'm in. You weren't wrong.

Guilt sucks.

But revenge?

That's another story.

Lati ina si okunkun.

How's he doing?

Not great.

I'm trying to ease his pain,

not that he deserves it.

Yeah, Clarke's in a bad way, too.

And werewolves don't have fairy dust, so...

Hope, hurry. If I go any faster, I could cause

permanent damage to Landon. I get that, but we need

to complete the transfer before...

...that happens.

How'd it go in there?

Judging by the look on their faces?

Even worse than last time. Let's run it again.

From the top.

Hope, you've already done it ten times.

And we only get one chance at this, and we have to do it

for real. Maybe

you messed up

Professor Vardemus's instructions.

Or maybe we're doing

something wrong.

You can't do this.

You can't be the one that's in control of the spell.

Because when Landon's life is on the line,

you don't exactly think clearly.

That is why the simulations keep failing.

What do you want me to do-- just sit back and watch?

Do you know how hard that would be?

Probably about

as hard as pulling a maniacal mud man

out of your best friend's boyfriend

without killing him or losing her forever.

We all have something at stake here.

We all care about Landon.

And we all care about you.

So you can play the whole "There is no 'I' in 'team'" thing,

but you are the one person

that we all go to when things get rough.

You think you can do it?

Only if you can take a step back and trust me.

Okay.

You got some explaining to do.

I am just looking out for my friends, okay?

From a cutout of Nosferatu?

The human and the supernatural worlds--

they don't mix, okay?

And when they do,

it never ends well for the human.

I don't need Ethan

to get in the mix with that again.

Oh, come on, man.

You're just jealous.

I am an evolved, 21st century feminist

who...

is... also a little jealous at this moment, yes.

Ah, now we're getting somewhere.

Come on, brother. Go on and cozy up

to Dr. Love and tell him what's on your mind.

Everyone else has today.

Lizzie and I have grown a lot this year.

Sometimes we've grown apart,

but I always thought that we'd come back

together when the timing's right.

Oh, if that time is not now, why are you stressing

over her going on one date with your ex-Boy Wonder?

'Cause what if their time is now?

And our time is never?

Whoa. Wait. She's doing the spell?

This wasn't the deal.

She hates me.

With good reason.

Clarke, you have my word.

I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you, okay? Not even him.

Hope, what if the sleep spell wears off?

Bro, stop manifesting, okay?

It won't.

And even if it did, he's in a binding circle.

Are you gonna put this on, or do we need

two sleeping spells? Fine, but I want double.

Oh, this isn't about money. We both know that.

Okay, ready when you are.

Taking a step back, remember?

I mean, don't you need someone to siphon?

No, I got that covered.

Oh.

Go team.

You sure you want to do this again?

Only if you promise not to make me soup again.

Incendia.

So, I'm just gonna ask.

What does Malivore want from me?

He wants to know how to kill the Tribrid, which I...

Don't say another word.

Malivore and I share a mind,

so anything that I know...

He knows.

Then we share a predicament.

For Malivore need only

concentrate on what he wishes to know,

and I will inspire him to realize it.

In time.

I've been doing my best to think of anything else,

but the longer I'm in this place,

the more likely I will fail.

I mean, I'm-I'm pretty rusty at conversation, but

I can try and help you take your mind off of things.

What shall we discuss?

Uh, my go-to is generally Star Wars.

What is Star Wars?

What?

Okay, um, how about we go deep?

What is going deep?

Well, I-I ask you a question, then you answer it honestly,

and then it's your turn.

That sounds uncomfortable.

Therefore, mentally engaging.

Uh, have you ever been in love?

Once.

His name was Leonardo da Vinci.

Wait. The Leonardo da Vinci?

He was not the man the world now knows back then. He was a boy.

With a brilliant mind,

an insatiable thirst for knowledge,

and the kindest eyes I'd ever seen.

Sounds like we've both experienced epic love.

Yes.

And it is probably best that I never do so again.

The stronger my feelings are for someone,

the more powerfully I inspire them.

My love for Leo helped change the world.

He advanced art and science so profoundly

in the time we were together, but...

had he been any less of a man, I shudder

to think what would have happened. I shudder

when I think about how becoming the Tribrid could change Hope.

Change the supernatural world.

For better or for worse?

Well, if I knew that, I'd shudder less.

A Tribrid does sound quite terrifying,

now that I think of it.

The Tribrid.

The first of her kind.

An immortal, unstoppable force of nature

who just so happens to be my girlfriend.

And the daughter of one of history's most ruthless killers.

Sorry. Um, we shouldn't even be talking about Hope.

It is too late.

Because I've just had an idea.

The idea.

I know this isn't easy for you,

watching the people you love in danger, because of a decision

you've made.

I've been there more times than I can admit.

How do you deal?

Bourbon mostly.

And belief.

I try to remind myself that there's a reason why

I trust these people in the first place.

None of them would have

to go through any of this if I just became the Tribrid.

Hope, we've been over this.

You don't want that.

None of us want that.

I know.

What I don't know is if it's the right decision.

I used to think that I would do anything for Landon,

but why not that?

Uh, I think he's coming out of it.

Don't know how.

I dosed him with enough fairy dust,

he should be high as a kite right now.

Wait, wait. Landon's body can't take this.

We have to stop the spell now!

No. We need to go faster!

Yara lati ina si okunkun.

Yara lati ina si okunkun.

It's done.

I think we earned that trip to Europe.

The question is, did it work?

I don't think so.

I'm still me.

Nothing happened.

Oh, and I'm still me.

But something definitely happened.

This seems bad.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Jed!

What did you do?

The hardest thing I've ever done.

I made him useful.

Thanks for that. It's nice to stretch my legs

every once in a while.

What did you do to Clarke?

Well, thanks to our friendly neighborhood muse,

I figured out your plan.

So instead of transferring myself into Clarke,

I offered up an alternative.

A dybbuk.

You know, I wanted a more interesting monster,

like a dragon or a kraken,

but Clarke's human body couldn't handle that.

Dybbuk.

It's a parasitic spirit of Jewish folklore

that imbues its host with supernatural strength. But wait.

It gets better, 'cause I told the dybbuk

how lovely Movie in the Square is this time of year.

Don't worry too much.

Killing a dybbuk is relatively easy.

All you have to do is kill the host.

Dr. Saltzman, wait.

Happy hunting.

Tribrid.

You know what would make this even better?

A Peanut Butter Blast milkshake.

Yeah, I'll go grab one.

No, I got it.

Well, hurry back. It's almost to the good part.

Ugh. What else

could go wrong today?

Lizzie said

she's not into Ethan?

Oh, my God, yeah, so just, you know,

stop stalling and take action.

Tell her how you feel or whatever.

Ah...

After the movie.

I've waited for long enough.

Where'd she go?

I don't know what happened.

I remember the... transfusion

failing, and-and then I was here.

Ladies and gentlemen, look at Kong,

the Eighth Wonder of the World.

Crap.

Leave her alone.

While I do find

your bravado very sexy, you need to get out of here.

I know that you can handle yourself,

but I also know a bully when I see one.

A very weird, misshapen bully.

No. Wait.

Put that down.

We can't kill Clarke.

Oh, I will if I have to.

If it's necessary.

What's necessary is saving his life.

I gave him my word that I wouldn't

let anyone hurt him.

And I respect that.

But what if he hurts a lot of people?

You know, we're supposed to be working as a team.

And I'm the headmaster.

If it comes between Clarke and one of my students

or my daughter, there is no decision to make.

There has to be something else that we can do.

Well, if you think of something, let me know.

In the meantime, someone has to make the hard choice.

You're right. Ad somnum.

And that someone is me.

This isn't good.

You get him back to the school. I'm gonna track down Lizzie.

Wait. Shouldn't I track down Lizzie?

I don't care

which hero move is mine, MG. We just got to move.

You go after Lizzie.

I'll get Ethan back to the school.

When he wakes up, he's gonna have

a lot of questions.

He deserves to hear the answer from me.

Let's get it.

Oh, do not go.

If you figured out a way to kill the Tribrid,

you need to get away from me and out of Malivore, fast.

How does one escape the darkness?

Speaking from experience,

there are doors that lead you back to our world. You just

have to find one.

That is not enough information for me to go on,

especially alone.

Cleo.

You're a muse.

Stop worrying about other people.

Inspire yourself for a change.

Good luck to you, Landon Kirby.

Cleo?

It was nice to meet you.

Wish it could have been

under different circumstances.

Then maybe we shall meet again.

Given my luck today,

I'm going to assume you didn't

bring me here to fix the office photocopier.

Let me guess.

Witch barbecue?

I should warn you.

I'm a worrier, so I'll probably be really stringy!

Nobody's eating nobody.

Kaleb, Ethan's hurt.

Yeah, I know, I know.

MG's already looking out for your boy.

His boy.

Kaleb!

Oh.

I'm really sorry for what I have to do to you.

But I made a promise to the body that you're in,

and I don't like debt any more than he does.

Yara lati ina si okunkun.

Yara lati ina si okunkun.

Hell of a first date, huh?

Honestly, almost getting Filet-O-Saltzman'd

by a roid rage monster was a lot better than how it started.

If we're talking fish metaphors, you do know

that there are plenty left in the sea.

But Ethan really

came through in the end.

And I know I should probably be

more progressive than this and all,