All language subtitles for Legacies.S04E12.1080p.WEB.h264-GOSSIP

♪

You ready for something to eat?

Can't you see my
brain is on fire?

I'm inspired.

Drawing connections
to all these things

your minuscule mind
couldn't possibly fathom.

Though, to be fair,

the inspiration I stole
from that muse has been waning

with every thought
and passing minute.

It's nearly gone.

And you will be, too,
if you don't order food.

You know, I could go for a bite.

Bite me.

Sorry, do you mind

giving me and my friend
a moment? She's just a little...

We have a nasty habit of running
into each other like this,

witch. How did
you find me?

The artifact I stuffed you in

was covered in your red hair
after, so...

that wasn't hard.

But calling me a witch
is reductive.

A lot's changed

since we last saw each other.

Wow.

A Heretic then. How lovely.

Though unless you intend
to kill me with kindness...

And we both know how
much I suck at murder.

Distraction,
on the other hand...

Killing you is my job.

♪ All the soul brothers

♪ Jitterbugs and hip cats
and fancy hats ♪

♪ And pretty girls
with pretty smiles ♪

♪ All decked out
in the latest styles ♪

♪ Breathtakin',
hip-shakin' cuties now ♪

♪ Talkin' 'bout
some fascinatin' ♪

♪ Devastatin' beauties now

♪ Talkin' 'bout
some fascinatin' ♪

♪ Devastatin' beauties now Hey!

♪

♪

A toast!

To the three
of us lost souls

getting the hell out
of this hell.
Ah...

I'll drink to that! Ha-ha!

Better toast--

to Falcon's Landing.

What is
Falcon's Landing?

A Dungeons & Dragons
campaign I played.

It taught me a
valuable lesson.

Jinns, or...

jinnis, depending
on the mythology...

suck.

Look, I know
it's hard to believe,

but our plan actually worked.

And the sphinx's riddle
led us to somebody who has

the power to give
us what we want.

So that jinni

can suck all he wants,

but he's our ticket home.

To the jinn!

Or the jinni.

For future reference...

...my name is Zied.

I'm sorry for
the wait...

...but your order's ready.

If you three gentlemen
would just sign here.

But this says
we get one wish each.

Oh, because granting
three wishes is a bit of a myth.

The number is entirely up to
the discretion of the jinni.

But three wishes between the
lot of you should be plenty.

If you use them right...

Which you
don't want us to do.

The jinni at Falcon's Landing
was a total con man.

The entire party got wiped.

Check the
bill. I bet

these wishes come at a cost.

We already told you, mate.

We're fresh out
of coins.

And as I told you,

that won't be a problem.

No.

Because he wants our souls
instead.

Three wishes for...

three souls.

What's your deal?

I thought
you wanted to kill her.

I will.

Once I figure out

what her plan is.

I want to know why
she's after the gods.

Who cares?

If she's dead, she
can't find them.

But somebody else could. And...

like I keep telling people,
I'd like to be left alone.

Then why are you
working with her?

Sorry. I've been eavesdropping.

But the question remains.

You heard what
she wants to know.

What does the
chicken scratch mean?

Oof.

I know it's very important.

I just can't seem to recall.

If she told us that easily,
you wouldn't believe her.

So we're gonna have to treat her
like a hostile witness.

The court agrees.

How does the prosecution
wish to proceed?

If it pleases the court,
this could be an opportunity

to continue my Padawan
vampire training.

Teach me how to
head-dive her.

I mean, God knows
what's going on in there--

hamsters running
around on wheels,

cobwebs, screws

popping loose.

But I'd level up my powers

and you'd find out
what she's up to.

Oh. Sounds fun.

Shall we?

We shan't.

Then, what do you have in mind?

Let's not overreact.

I told you that blasted feline
would screw us.

Never trust anyone
who licks their own arse.

Does it say why
he wants our souls?

No. Only that the contract
is "perpetually binding"

once we all sign it.

Which we need not do, because
being trapped in Limbo forever

is the only thing we can
accomplish by ourselves.

I think we should take the deal.

I thought you said

Falcon's Landing
taught you otherwise.

I mean, from what
you told us, everyone died.

That was the party's fault.

The wishes we made
had consequences

we hadn't anticipated.

Before we knew it, we were
at each other's throats.

Where we went wrong

was the thought put
into the wording of our wishes.

If we had been
simple, clear,

concise, we might have made
it out of the Landing alive.

The jinni used our greed and
carelessness against us.

Okay, so if we're careful,
this go-around...

Careful didn't get us here
and careful won't get us out.

Now, coins I can recoup.

But my very soul,
qu-questionable as that is...

...no, I'm sorry,

even I'm not willing
to risk that.

What if you didn't have to?

What if we saved
your wish for last?

If Dr. Saltzman and I fail
on our first two tries,

you can use your wish
to get back to Peace.

Yeah, I'm okay with that.

Suits me fine, but I doubt

that blue bastard
will go for it.

You have a deal.

Three souls to Peace, then?

This must be a trap.

You're in league
with the sphinx, I say...What Ted

is saying is,

if souls can just
wish themselves back to Peace,

why is this place so packed?
Hmm.

Because everyone screws it up.

None want to move on.

They all want to go back.

It's that which keeps them
trapped here.

Not the coins.

Fear of the unknown, I guess.

When push comes
to shove,

when Peace is at
their very fingertips,

it's always,
"I wish to be rich."

"I wish to be famous."

"I wish to be Lady Gaga."
Hmm.

Whoever she is.
That actually makes

a lot of sense.Bottom line is,

people wish for the world and
the worldly comforts they know.

That's the trap.

Good thing you gentlemen
are different, right?

Actually, we're not
going to Peace.

Speak for yourself.

We made a deal about
making this deal.

Remember?

What'll it be, then?

You stand accused

of stealing my body,

blaspheming my
family name, and...

well, for being
a relentless bitch.

Guilty as charged.

But no matter what
punishment you think of,

little bird,
I'm not telling you anything.

Mm-hmm. We'll see.

Take that daylight ring
off her finger.

Hope.
You heard me.

My brother Tristan
looked at me like that

whenever he betrayed me.

"Not all those
who wander are lost."

Wade.

It's Ted, actually.

"TheTed."

I'll be damned.

At least, I was...

...but your wish
seems to have worked.

So where is Dr. Saltzman?

Well...

Are you gonna kill her or not?

Is that your way of telling me
that she's finally healed?

Yes, but she's still
unconscious.

We've been at this for hours
and Aurora hasn't said anything.

So maybe it's time
for another approach.

Way ahead of you.

Close that door.
You're letting in the stench.

Where did you get that grimoire?

I stole it from Vardemus.

It's...Black magic.

I was gonna say "cool."

Aurora mentioned something
to me when we first met,

and I'm just trying
to figure out how to make one.

Another torture device.

Which means you're not
listening to me.

That's not how this works.

I'm the sire,
you're the bond. Remember?

Obviously, if I'm helping you
burn someone alive.

But if I'm in this,

surely my opinion should
count for something, too.

A head dive won't work.

For starters, it's
painless, and...

look, as much as I hate to admit
it, she's too strong for it.

Well, she seems
pretty weak right now.

Maybe we could try?

Try all you want, okay?

That way, I can work in peace.

Hope, a head dive is
the calculus of vampire powers.

I'm a total noob.
I don't know what I'm doing.

What you're doing
is annoying me.

So, you have
two choices.

You can either put
your brilliant plan into action

or you can sit here
and help me with mine.

Not a soul in sight.

It's quiet. Too quiet.

Perhaps that jinni
did deceive us after all.

Or you're being paranoid.

Uh, it might be
Saturday, it's early.

Everyone might
still be asleep.

Ah, listen to those birds.
I'd missed that sound.

Let's hope it's waking
your missing headmaster up.

Well, it shouldn't have to.

Gentlemen.

Would you stop doing that?

My sincerest apologies, Fred.

It's Ted. The Ted.

Hmm.

I'm also sorry
for intruding.

But once a wish commences,
I am tethered to it.

And I thought I should
warn you about something.

Like how you warned us
you wouldn't be bringing

Dr. Saltzman back?
Yeah.

I am aware of this complication.

His soul remains at the bar,
and he's drinking quite heavily.

Mm, that's him, all right.

As our contract states, I have
granted your wish exactly.

"Bring the three of us
back to life."

I have no idea why he lingers.
Well, I do.

You're trying to get us
to burn through another wish.

This is exactly what happened
at Falcon's Landing.

We won't be fooled this time.

Take that, you smug blueberry.

About that warning.

If you're
supposedly dead

and your friends see you,
only for you to eventually fail

and use your second wish,

this encounter could alter
their perception of reality.

Every mind
is different,

but I've seen it
drive people mad.

But you're the jinni expert,

so I'm sure
you already knew that.

Oh.

Come on, Wudgie.

Let's go get some waffles.

Now you trust that jinni,
do you?

Not at all.

But I can't risk
driving people mad.

Then what, pray tell,
are we to do?

Wade...

Wade...

Wade.

I am the ghost

of Landon Kirby.

My boy?

Is it really you?
Unfinished business

has kept me from passing
beyond the spectral plane.

I need to find
Dr. Saltzman.

If you were a real ghost, you'd
know where Dr. Saltzman is.

Okay, I am the dead one.

Who are you to be telling me
how ghosts work?

Wait, is this a dream?

Yes.

Busted, brotato.

I should have known.

I always dream about you
coming back to the school.

I need to find Dr. Saltzman.

That makes sense.

Since I'm not doing my therapy
appointments with Emma anymore,

this must be my subconscious

trying to make
sense of all

the traumatic stuff that we've
been going through lately.

A-And that includes
Dr. Saltzman.

Him dying had to be rough.

Okay, you're worse
at being a dream

than you are at being a ghost.

Dr. Saltzman's not dead.

Wade.

Tell me everything.

Okay. So...

Well, Hope's become
a bit of a problem.

I don't even know
where to start on Josie,

Lizzie, Kaleb
and Cleo, or...

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

Not just about that.

What you're experiencing
is unnecessary

and inhumane.

But I know how we can end this.

If you open your mind to me.

I'll take that as a yes.

You always take
such good care of me.

All evidence points
to the contrary.

I know you think
my mind unwell, Tristan.

But I know how we can dispatch
our Tribrid tormentor.

Does that have anything to do
with the gods, by any chance?

See? You can be smart,
big brother.

How did you know?

You know me.

Good old Tristan.

Always figuring stuff out.

So, what's the plan?

I can't believe I let you
talk me into this.

There is no way we could
have seen this coming.

Besides, even if we have to
burn through another wish,

you'll still get yours.

I promise.

Oh, were such promises made
at Falcon's Landing?

Yeah.

Thought so. Which is why

we have to make
this bloody wish work.

His heart's not the problem.

Clear, or I will clear you.

You can't yell
like that.

People can't know we're alive,
remember?

I'd wager he does.

Don't worry.

I locked the door.

Okay, you can worry now.

Knock it off.

It's not his fault.

What are you talking about?

What did you guys see?

And what are you doing
back in Limbo?

Let's take a walk,
we'll tell you all about it.

No, I need five more minutes
with this guy.

He never
sent me back.

Well, technically,
he didn't have to,

because you're technically
not dead.

We wasted our first wish.

What game are you playing?

Let's get a drink, shall we?

It's time I told you everything.

I spent centuries
granting wishes to humans.

Watching their selfish desires
lead them to ruin.

It was sad, really.

Then turned tragic

when one of those
same humans murdered me.

That's how I wound up here,
with a staggering debt

owed to the Ferryman.

I can relate, mate.

But that's what you get
for screwing people over.

Like how you never
told us that going back

to the real world was pointless

if the Ferryman
can just drag us back here.

And don't forget
about hiding the fact

that I'm in a coma.

I'm a jinni, not a psychic.

But I must
confess I knew

the Ferryman wouldn't
let you leave Limbo.

Has it never occurred
to you three

that I might want
something, too?

I wish for Peace.

As everyone trapped here should.

But as I said, my debt is far
too large to pay off by myself.

Which is why you opened
this bar and need our souls.

What I need is a workforce.

Subcontractors. Lost
souls like yourselves

to help right the wrongs
of Limbo

and help others
reach Peace.

It's quite noble, really.

It's a pyramid scheme.

You're the bloody Jeff Bezos
of the afterlife.

I can't
imagine how big

that bloke's bucket's gonna be.

Ah. Nice haul today, King.

Drinks are on
the house.

♪ Long after we're gone

♪ These hills be rollin' on

♪ Long after we're gone...

I guess that answers
that mystery.

As well as another.

Do you seriously
expect us

to be your coin flunkies?

I prefer "Peace facilitators."

And only if you fail.

So what is that next wish
going to be?

♪ All those I love.

This has been a lot to take in.

But you really think
the gods can kill Hope?

Perhaps not all the gods,

but they have a singular father,
and he is immensely powerful,

if what Ben
told me is true.

Ben?
The demigod I met at
the Salvatore School.

Honestly, Tristan, are
you not listening to me?

Please refresh my memory,
dear sister.

Ben confirmed my suspicions
about the existence of the gods.

That I was right about the
origins of that sarcophagus

I stole from the museum.

It was crafted by the
very hands of a god,

along with several like
it, to protect them.

Wait, you're losing me again.

If the gods are so powerful,

what did they need
protection from?

Well, that I don't know.

But the sarcophagus
I recovered was empty,

which means that a
god walks this earth,

and surely knows
where the others are.

And if we can find her,

we can find her father
and the others.

Her?Ben explained to me

that mythology has come to know
her as Vulcan or Hephaestus

or a hundred other names,
but always as a man,

when in reality
she is an impossibly gifted

engineer and blacksmith
who crafted weapons

and fantastic machines
for her family of gods.

And I bet she likes weed,
long walks on the beach,

wearing beanies,
and saying "dude."

Must you joke at
a time like this?

I think some of your crazy
might be rubbing off on me.

But I'll give you this much,

that's one hell of a plan.

Well, it's
the only plan.

The red oak capable of killing
the Tribrid has been destroyed.

So you must break my bonds
and get us out of here

before she returns.

Too late.

Tristan.

What is this treachery?

The treachery is that...

you're not talking to Tristan.

Whoever that is.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

It's not your fault
my mind is broken.

Tristan died the instant
the Hollow killed Elijah

and wiped out
his entire sire line.

My beloved
brother died

in a box at the bottom
of the ocean in agony.

Hope. What is that?

Oh, this? This is plan B.

I'm truly sorry,

but the name of this bar
should be Falcon's Landing.

I think it's time
I wished myself

across the pond to Peace

before it comes to that.

We're in this together.

At least, until we're not.

Either way, the third
wish is yours, right?

And based on what we know now,
Dr. Saltzman's wish

has a lot to
accomplish.

It's got to bring our souls
back from Limbo,

put them back into our bodies--
two of which are dead,

one of which is alive--

and somehow
has to bypass

the Ferryman's powers so
we don't just end up back here.

Landon, you were
pretty shook up

when you got back.

What else is going wrong
in the real world,

other than me being brain-dead?

Nothing that can't wait.

What's the plan, then?

The same plan we'd use
to fight a monster.

If we're gonna attack
this problem, we need to know

how to defeat it.
If everyone in here

is playing the jinni's game,
talking to them might

help us learn more.

Figure out how to win it.

Well, you boys
get to it.

I need a minute to finish this
drink and ponder the stress

being in a coma must be
putting on my daughters.

♪ Your tender eyes

♪ For me alone

♪ No longer can I hold...

I know that look.

Need another drink?

Maybe something
a little stronger?

We don't need a plan B,

because she already
told me her plan A.

I know more about the gods
than I ever thought I would.

We got
what you wanted.

All the information we need.

Is that true?

Yes.

But I went through all this
trouble to make this for you.

Hope,

you're better than this.
Not anymore.

You never should
have told me

about Papa Tunde's blade.

You see, this isn't nearly
as fancy or powerful,

but I hope it is
just as painful.

Actus.

Well, it took some
careful coaxing from a kraken,

but I think we managed
to gather some useful intel.

No one's ever beat the jinni.

Yeah.

I don't think any of that's
gonna be helpful.

Sure, it is. Because the kraken
is still playing the game.

It's been pondering its third
and final wish for decades.

I was wrong about the jinni.
It's not using

our language against us,
it's using our desperation.

We need to get
home, but we have

plenty of time to figure out
how to do that.

To search Limbo for
someone or thing

that can help us learn more...Mm.

...find a way to craft
the perfect wish.

Yeah. Like I said.

Not helpful.

Then say more.

Why not, huh?

Because he used our second
wish while we were gone.

What do you mean?

What for?

I wished for you
to become The Necromancer again.

How did you imagine
this would work?

You betray me and then I do
exactly as you say,

like a, like a good
little Necromancer?

Better start apologizing soon.

He's getting more
Necro by the second.

Which means the sooner
you bring us back to life,

the sooner you can
wish yourself to Peace.

I should do it right now.

Leave you both here to suffer.

What did I do?

Well, then, why don't you?

I... I'm not sure.

Oh, I am.

Because you're the guy
who proved to me

that people like us can change,

when you sacrificed your
life for my students.

And you've backed
our every move here in Limbo.

And where did that get me?

It's gonna get you to Peace.

Look, if there
were any other way,

I would have wished for it.

But The Necromancer's
powers

are the only thing that can
bring us back to life

without the Ferryman
interfering.

Mm.

Yeah, the Ferryman's powers
are no match for mine.

Oh, no.

His bones quake
at the mention of my name.

Ted?

Your name is Ted.

Our friend.

I am not Ted.

You made sure of that.

Well, you need to be.

To summon just enough power
to do the spell.

What spell?

I kind of assumed you'd know.

Fine! Maybe I do.

But I can't
concentrate

with all this pressure,
so get out.

Begone.

Come on, Landon, let's go.

It's a good thing I put up
that muting spell.

She's a real squealer.

Hope, there's nothing good
about what you're doing.

She's a monster.Maybe.

But at least I know
why she's hurting,

where she's coming from.

You, on the other hand...

She started it.
And you wanted to end it.

At least you did

until you started making
up excuses not to.

And torturing her?

That is what monsters do.

My humanity is off.

The whole reason it shut off
in the first place

is because you lost someone
you love.

Like she did.

Like I have.
Ugh.

Your sister went on vacation.

And your dad is still alive.

Stop trying to appeal
to my emotions, okay?

I don't have any.
Hatred is an emotion.

And in my experience, you can
only hate what you could love,

if things were
a little different.

So maybe what you hate is how
much you relate to Aurora.

I know I do.

Well, I don't
relate to you at all.

Don't worry,
that's about to change.

How?

Follow me. I'll show you.

Why don't you just tell me
about this secret

you've been keeping?

Maybe I should tell you

why I've been keeping it.

I was afraid of what you'd do.

Not that it matters.
You still screwed things up.

Hey, I came clean with you
about what happened to Hope.

Yeah, and maybe
you shouldn't have.

Because everything that has
followed has been a series

of increasingly risky,
desperate moves.

And that's bad enough, but if
we can't even trust each other

while we're making them?
And how am I supposed

to trust you when you're
the one lying to me?

The secret's about Hope.

And Josie and Lizzie.

Landon, tell me what's going on.

Problem solved!

My problem, that is, eh?

Yours is only
beginning,

because I am The Necromancer.

And I'm back, baby!

Yeah!

I'm grateful
you brought me back,

but I will not be returning
you and birdbrain there

to your pathetic lives
after all.

Ted, listen to me...

No, Ted is dead!

I'm the Knight of Nightmares.

The Monarch of Misery!

We got it.

Yeah?
Well, I got something, too.

A parting gift
from Ted: his wish,

to punish you
for all you've done.

You know, if you
want to torture us,

you should just
send us back home.

You must have feathers
in your brain.

That would be giving you
exactly what you want.

Oh, I doubt that.

It's time I told you

what's happening
in the real world.

Whatever you have in mind,

I don't want to do it.

She's suffering, Hope.

So are you.

But don't worry, her
pain's almost over,

because that is about to change.

Maybe you'll be
less judgmental

when you have blood
on your hands, too.

Screw you.

I won't do it.

The sire bond says otherwise.

Kill her.

Didn't you hear me?

Bury that stake in her heart.

I command you.

Hope, please.

We were friends.

We are friends.

As much as I hate what
you're doing right now...

...I still love you.
Then prove it.

Kill her.

If you wish to kill me, child,
don't make a mess of it.

You missed.

I know her heart's tiny, but
it's a couple of inches over.

I know.

I meant to.

Which means I broke
the sire bond.

Oh...

This is rich.

His one daughter's a Heretic,
the other one's gone away,

and Hope's become a villain
like her father?

Which is why if you
send us back home,

you'll be sending us into the
teeth of our worst nightmares.

Plus, you get
to keep Ted's wish,

which you can use to break
your contract with the jinni.

It's a win-win.

No, there has to be a catch.

Only if you think we're capable
of figuring all that out.

Oh...

No, you'll only make
things worse.

He'll probably have
a heart attack,

wind up right back here.

How could you keep
this from me?

Look, if we had been sent back,

we'd have to figure out a way
to flip Hope's switch.

You'd find out about
your daughters, panic,

and make a bad decision
for everyone like you always do.

If Ted can change, so can I.

Not a chance.

If Limbo's taught us anything,

it's that we are who
we've always been.

Which is why I'm
sending you back

but not him.

What? That's not fair.

I know.

It's perfect.

The headmaster goes back
and fails everybody again,

but racked with guilt
all the while,

knowing that your
genuinely decent soul

is trapped here with me forever!

Landon, this isn't good.

Then prove him wrong,
Dr. Saltzman.

Be better.

Work with your students, find
a way to get through to Hope...

...without taking it all on
yourself like you always do.

Any final words?

Take care of each other.

Oh, we will do
nothing of the sort.

And you will take care
of nothing and no one.

Mate, I'd wish
you luck, but...

we all know that would be
a waste of a wish, don't we?

Yeah.

Ah. I see your second wish
has been...

...effectual?

I brought this soul back to work
in your salvation army.

Well, you'll be enlisting, too.

Unless, of course,
you use your last wish

to send yourself to Peace.

Never.

What I wish for
is to be free

of my contract with you.

That is fortunate.

Yeah.

For me.

What do you mean by that?

If I had to guess, it
means Dr. Saltzman

screwed you on his way out.

Indeed.

The third member
of your party

wished for you to become
The Necromancer again,

but that your powers only be
capable of returning him

and the boy to life.

That's preposterous.
He also specified

that if you wished for anything
other than Peace,

your third and final wish
be rendered null and void.

Oh, that bastard.

You let him do all that?

The choice was ultimately yours.

Your servitude...

...begins at midnight.

Can I get you
something to drink?

Forget I asked.
Stay as long as you like.

Why did you save me?

In classic Lizzie Saltzman
fashion, it was selfish.

I just...

couldn't let you die
without apologizing.

For what?

Calling you crazy.

Being dismissive.

Judging your symptoms
and not their cause.

Treating you

the same way everyone treated me
whenever I'd have an episode.

I used to think of my brain
as a weakness, but...

maybe all the issues
I've struggled with

are what allowed me
to break the sire bond.

In your defense, I can be
quite... symptomatic at times.

You lost someone you love.

♪ In my mind there was time...

But no amount of lashing out
will ever bring them back.

I think
I learned that today,

thanks to Hope.

If you're trying to get me
to forget about Tristan...

No, I'm not.

I know the hole a sibling leaves
in your heart never goes away.

All I'm asking
is that you

do something to heal it,

instead of staying
stuck on revenge.

He's dead, Elizabeth.
There is nothing I can do.

I'm not so sure about that.

♪ I-I am not okay

♪ I'm not okay...

These gods you were looking for
have all kinds of powers.

Including the ability
to wield and shape time.

They could take us back.
Back to when

Tristan was alive?

To when my father
wasn't broken.

When Hope had her humanity.

When Josie was still with me.

Well, it's not
a bad idea,

but I've run out of inspiration,
I'm afraid.

Where would we even begin?

I stole this from Hope.

It turns out
I've already met Vulcan,

so we can start by finding her.

I wouldn't look so confident.

You're doomed to spend eternity
in this hell,

by my side.

I'm looking forward to it.

Do explain.

I mean, of course
I wanted to get back

and help the people I love,
but if I have to stay here,

I can still help people.

Getting them to Peace.

Doesn't sound like hell to me.

Guess that's why I'm a glass

half-full kind of guy
and you are...

I'm The Necromancer.

I necromance. That's what I do,
not help people.

So if I'm trapped here...

...you mark my words,
I will make this your hell.

You will try.

At least until
I find a way

to get you to Peace.

I made a promise to Ted,
which I intend to keep.

Let's just hope
Dr. Saltzman does the same.

Whoa, Dr. Saltzman,
whoa, whoa.

Take it easy. Come on.

Wade?

How did you know?

That Kaleb was
your emergency contact?

I didn't, until the hospital
called the school.

The AV club has
been monitoring

all of the school's
phones in your absence,

and I take my duties
as president very seriously.

Ah, well, I'm glad some things
haven't changed

since I've been gone.

Where's Kaleb?

He's out parking his car.

But it's not the sweet ride
that you remember.

Because a lot haschanged
at the Salvatore School.

I mean, with Hope
and Josie and Lizzie.

Yeah, I know. Landon told me.

But my boy's dead.
Uh...

I'll explain everything
as soon as Kaleb gets here.

'Cause I'm gonna need
you, him and everyone else

to figure out where we go
from here, okay?

Do you need help?

I'm not exactly sure.

Well, you're going to,
if you keep standing

out in the middle
of the road like this.

I-I could've killed you.

That wouldn't be
very humane, would it?

You on drugs?

Drugs numb people. Um...

I'm having the opposite problem.

I feel like I may actually be
starting to feel things.

Um...

things like gratitude.

Betrayal.

I even had the slightest urge
to thank you for stopping.

♪ Your feelings...

What if Lizzie
is right about me?

♪ In this game...

What's the definition
of humanity?

Beats me.
But you seem

like you're in
a pretty rough place.

I could call the
cops if you want.

Um, could give you a lift,
get you some help.

That's good. That's good.

Yeah, keep doing that.

You're starting
to creep me out.

No, one last thing,
one last thing,

before I let you go. Um...

What would you
call someone

who could kill a person without
ever meeting them before?

A decent person like you.

On second thought...

...don't worry about it.

You've been very helpful.

♪ This is tragic

Not that I care.

♪ This is tragic.