Legacies (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - There's A World Where Your Dreams Came True - full transcript

Previously on Legacies...

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

What's Malivore?

It's a hell dimension
that consumes creatures

and wipes their existence
from the collective conscience.

Yesterday I came into
possession of another Malivore artifact.

Now monsters that shouldn't exist
have been coming after it.

How long do you think it'll be
before the next monster shows up?

- Do you think I'm broken?
- Of course not.

I think your biological mother's
crazy-ass witch ancestors left you

with a legacy of darkness
that you have to work through.



I don't ever want to hurt anybody.

I'm here now to help.

I'm surprised that you have time
with all of the private training sessions

you've been doing with Hope Mikaelson.

Speak of the actual devil.

You sure it glowed again?

I sleep with the damn thing
under my pillow..

It's hard to miss.

What do you think
it's gonna be this time?

Hmm? Cyclops?

Slender Man? Santa?

Well, given our luck,
I think it's safe

- to rule out Ol' Saint Nick.
- I don't know.

I mean, Santa Claus is kind of terrifying
when you think about it.



Breaks into your home.

He sees you
when you're sleeping.

Not to mention, judge-y.

- Hope, I need you to focus.
- Look, I'm trying.

I just wish that Satan's nightlight

- would give us some rest.
- Yeah.

And I wish that knife was never
in our school to begin with,

but it's not like
we can change that now.

All we can do is make sure
we're not blindsided

by another monster
waltzing through our doors.

Too late.

Oh, God.

Uh, girls.
What are you doing here?

You're not supposed to
get in until tonight.

Mom was able to get us direct into Dulles.

Then faxed, texted and e-mailed you

- our revised itinerary.
- I am so sorry.

It's-it's chaos around here.

It's okay, Dad.

We know that you're overwhelmed.

But Europe was amazing.

And seeing Mom was really good.

Jo's covered the bright side.

Far less sunny was waiting for you

in the chilly dark of
morning at the terminal

and you not showing up.

In his defense,

um, we've been
in crisis mode around here.

Oh, we've heard all about it.

Hope got bamboozled
by one of the monsters

and now only two keys separate

the entire supernatural community

from being consumed by a hell portal.

I'm guessing that weird
little vase is one of them?

It's an urn, actually.

I don't care what it is.

I care that instead of being
welcomed at the airport,

we were forced to take

a three-hour shuttle ride
that smelled like an open sewer.

And feet.

Thanks a lot, Hope.

Way to ruin life
for the rest of us.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

Come on, you beautiful beast.

Say the magic words.

I wish Hope had never come
to this school.

Where did you come from?

Mm. First things first.
I'm... Blue.

Y-You're so blue.

My name is Ablah.

And you're obviously a monster.

Would a monster grant your wish?

Holy crap.

You're a freaking genie.

Hmm. Jinni.

And your wish is my command.

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Elizabeth.

Rise and shine.

What, you taking the day off, Lizzie B?

Dad, what time is it?
I had the weirdest dre...

What happened to your face?

Quit stalling.

It's time...
for fight training.

Pass. I'm not really in the mood
to watch Hope be a ninja today, Dad.

Who?

Never mind.

All right. Well, come on.
Josie's down at the dock.

Come on. Let's go.

Get out of bed.

I'm so good at this.
How am I so good?

Quit bragging.
You're losing.

Lizzie, go high.

I'm really proud of you guys.

Help your old man up.

Oh, God.

Oh, yeah.

Our years of training have really paid off.

So, there's, like, no one
else you'd rather be training with?

Well, who else would there be?

Now go get dressed. You're
giving a tour in ten minutes,

and I really need you to sell
the new recruit on our place.

He's not sure he wants to go here.

Who wouldn't want to go here?

Exactly.

We'll reel him in, Dad.
Don't worry.

What would I do
without you guys?

Welcome to the Salvatore School.
We're your tour guides.

- I'm Josie.
- I'm Lizzie.

- Sisters.
- Twins.

Fraternal, obvs.

Come on.
We'll show you around.

Everybody gets along
with everybody here.

For the most part.

The wolves are pretty cliquey.

- They mostly like to hang with their...
- Oh.

This place is a turd stain.

Uh.

The maintenance staff must be
on holiday or something.

Um...

Why don't we introduce you
to your pack?

Okay.

Where's the pack?

Hey, Jed.

I'm Luis.

Uh...

Your alpha.

Do you think he'll stay?

It's so hard to get anyone to stay.

Well, if these are
the breakfast offerings,

it's no wonder.

Where are the pastries?

The Belgian waffles?

The smoothie station?

Right.

I'll tell Dad to add that to the budget

after he pays the gas bill.

Wait.

Are we... poor?

Lizzie, you know how expensive
it is to run this place,

how hard it is to get benefactors.

I mean, Damon Salvatore has been

as generous as he can be,
but he and Elena

have kids of their own
that they need to take care of.

I'm gonna make sure that Dad eats.

He works so hard.

Oh, crap.

Genie?

Genie.

Is she, like, uh, talking to herself?

Genie.

The Saltzman twins
are blazing hot.

But the blonde one es muy loco.

Huh.

Genie.

Yeah?

This place sucks.

Hope's dad wrote my mom
a big check

to fund the school when it opened,

so no Hope, no funding, no fun.

Fix it.

Oh, is that to be your next wish?

Yes, that will be my...
Wait.

I know how this goes.

I waste my first wish

by not being specific enough.

I waste my second one
trying to clean up my first,

only to make things worse,

and then my third gets wasted

by wishing that I had never had
any wishes in the first place.

I won't fall for it, Genie.

- It's Jinni.
- That's what I said.

I'll beat you at your own game.

Make the best of this rat trap.

Send me back in.

I know, Caroline.

I am sorry I sent you on
a fool's errand to Idaho,

but this is an inexact science

and we only have so much to go on.

We'll find new recruits, I promise.

This is how
we find new recruits?

Why are you acting
so weird today?

Well, no wonder our school is lame.

But fear not, family.

I know how to help.

Where did you get that?

In the archive room.

We don't have an archive room.

Well, now it's more of just
like a storage closet,

but no matter.

This is the solution

to all of our recruiting problems.

It's like a locator spell,
only it's interactive.

The instant a new, young, supernatural
being is awakened to their powers,

this bad boy lights up.

That's incredible.

H-How do you know
how to do this?

An annoying, know-it-all witch I knew

in another life created it,
so I just copied her spell.

Go ahead.

Give it a spin.

There's so many of them.

All waiting for us to come
to their rescue, Daddy.

Oh, well, there...

The bigger the glow,
the more powerful the being.

Well, then we need to bring
this one in immediately.

Yeah, it's huge.
Where is that?

New Orleans.

Gross.

You have got to be kidding me.

Who the hell are you?

Uh-uh. Time out, Genie.

My name is Hope.

And you need to leave
unless you want to be dessert.

Wait.

Hope Mikaelson?

I knew your parents.

I know where all this darkness
you're feeling comes from.

If you just talk to me, I...

really think I could help.

You really saved the day.

Look at him.

He just looks so happy.

Yay, me.

And we have a couple
of tours later today.

Now that we have a tribrid,
we're in the game for real.

You belong here, Hope.

This could be your home.

The family you lost.

I can't stay.

I've done so many awful things.

That's because no one
was there to guide you.

I don't blame you, Hope.

I should have found you sooner.

Oh...

screw this.

Genie?

Genie?

Jinni. J-I-

N-N, adding "I" at the end...

To sound exactly like "Genie."

Now, tell me something. Are all
J-I-N-N-Is this terrible at their jobs,

or did you completely miss the part

where I wished for
Hope not to go here?

"I wish Hope had never
come to this school,"

and she hadn't... until today.

Fascinating that your father's
dream couldn't be realized

without her presence, isn't it?

Go back inside your lamp.

You must choose your
words carefully.

Precision is key.

I can only grant
what it is you wish for, so...

you should figure out exactly
what your heart desires,

or, in your case,
what it does not.

Well...

what my heart does not desire is Hope

always showing up here
to be my dad's pet.

So...

I wish...

that there was never a Salvatore
School to begin with.

Your wish is my command.

Now, remember, if anybody
starts messing with you,

just play it cool.

Don't worry, Dad.
We know.

No magic allowed.
Blah, blah, blah.

Public school.
Makes sense.

All right, well, I hate to
sound like a broken record,

- but if you expose your powers...
- You risk becoming a target.

All right, girls,

we'll see you in class.

Wait.

Why am I in the back seat?

Defense! Defense!

- So, do we like it here?
- Where?

This school.

Lizzie, do me a favor and try
to keep it together today, okay?

- It's important.
- Okay.

Homecoming queen!

Big night.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

That wasn't an invitation, Connor.

And that is inappropriate.

- Your sister's being weird again.
- Cut her some slack.

It's hard being the only one
on Homecoming without a date.

Wait.
I don't have a date?

I can't wait to see what you
have planned for tonight.

I'm pretty sure
you're gonna like it.

Ooh.

Hmm.

I am so confused.

- You're into Connor?
- Lizzie, we talked about this.

He's QB1. I'm head cheer.
It just makes sense.

Here's your skinny vanilla latte.

Not now, Dana.

My sister is obviously on drugs,
and I despise vanilla latte.

- Thanks, D.
- Mm.

Somebody's clearly having
one of her off days.

Lizzie-Bear, relax.

There's only

so much a doctor can raise your dosage

before my mom's pharmacy
will plumb run out of pills.

Come on.

Those who don't learn from
history are doomed to repeat it.

And the truth is, those 27 civilians,
they weren't... casualties of, uh...

uh...

Does anyone remember the
name of the battle? Anyone?

- Anyone?
- Is it just me,

or is Dad a little day-drunk?

When isn't he?

Josie?

The Battle of Willow Creek.

Exactly.

All those 27 civilians,
they were just rounded up

by their friends and neighbors,

hmm, all because
they were different.

Why is he still wearing his watch?

Why wouldn't he be?

How could you forget?

I'm sure I didn't forget.

Just remind me?

Homecoming Dance is tonight.
I know.

How do I not have a date?

This isn't about you, Lizzie.

Yeah, I'm totally getting that.

What I need you to do is

just get Dad's watch,
like you promised.

Stefanie Salvatore's dad
gave him the watch.

It's a magical object
that I can siphon

so I can take things
to the next level with Connor.

And by, um,
"take things to the next level,"

you mean...
I'm gonna show him I'm a witch.

Oh, thank God.
I mean, don't get me wrong,

that is a terrible idea,
but for a second, I thought...

Then I'm gonna have sex with him.

Yeah. That was it.

You promised
you wouldn't let me down.

Actually do it for a change.

This is so lame.

- Yeah.
- Tell me about it.

You suck at granting wishes.

No. You suck at making them.

You are totally manipulating things
to make me miserable.

There is no world in which
this would happen.

Shh!

You're gonna wake up your father.

Oh, well, maybe not.

But, for the record,
I can't lie.

Everything you are
experiencing is, in fact,

a potential reality that has occurred
as a direct result of your wish.

Whatever.

This world does make sense,
when you think about it.

Your father built the Salvatore School
so you could thrive.

You and your sister were born
of a dangerous coven

known for breeding...
...psychotics,

and so he built a safe place to shield you

from your darkest impulses.

And then you went
and wished his dream away

because it wasn't perfect.

Well, now the students here
don't care about protecting

your fragile ego.

So you are the school freak,

and your sister gets to shine.

Just tell me
how to get out of here.

Well...

you could use another wish.

But, like I said,
language is important.

Besides, you think
I want to be here?

I've spent nearly 500 years

granting awful wishes
to self-involved humans

- before we even met...
- This isn't about you.

I rest my case.

I can't let you
go through with this.

You need to stop.
Dana and Connor denied it,

- and I believe them.
- Why would you believe them over me?

'Cause you always do this.

Any time things are going well
for me, you have an episode,

and you ruin everything
just to steal the spotlight.

I mean, honestly,
Lizzie, if I believed

every paranoid delusion
that came out of your mouth,

I'd be just as crazy as you.

Jo...
Look, I'm sorry.

I don't want to hurt
your feelings,

but I have spent my entire life

trying to make you feel
okay about yourself.

Watched Dad kill himself
trying to do it, too.

And why do you think

that he drinks all the time?

He hates his job.
The only reason

why he works here is
to keep an eye on you.

Mom makes any excuse that
she can to be out of town,

because seeing him like this

makes her sad,
'cause he's completely given up.

So I am done

making excuses for you.

I am done worrying about
when you are going to snap.

And I am done letting you
control my happiness.

I love Connor, and tonight I'm going
to show him just how much.

Now, give me the watch.

I'm sorry.

It's for your own good.

I hate you.

Josie...

No.

Wait.

Please just...

wait.

Stop...!

- This could go viral.
- What the hell?!

We got to go.
We got to go now.

Now. Come on.
Nothing to see.

Looks like you guys
could use some help.

Uh-uh. No, we are all good.

That "M."

Mikaelson.
Like the boarding school?

Kaleb, compel the students
to forget what they've seen.

- On it.
- Jed, establish a perimeter.

- Lock the place down.
- Copy.

Pedro, Call in the chopper.

Green light, Maverick.

Uh, I-I said that we're good.

Okay? Josie and I do not
want to be superheroes.

Yeah. Speak for yourself.

We're not here for you.

We're here for him.

Son of a bitch.

Make yourselves at home.

This place, it's like a...

dream come true.

Perhaps you've heard
my father has had a checkered past.

But when he had me, things changed.

There wasn't a school he could
send someone like me to,

so he built this one.

And as you can see,
it's been quite the success.

So much so that he's currently overseas
establishing our European branch,

which is why we're in need
of a new headmaster.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Sorry if the chopper ride
was too bumpy.

- Bathroom's down the hall.
- I know where it is.

Screw this world.

I want my final wish.

Have you even noticed
how pleased the rest

of your family seems

with this reality?

They're my freaking wishes,

- right?
- Indeed.

But if this is to be your third wish,

might I suggest you wish
for what you truly want.

Isolate your biggest problem.

Show it no mercy.

I wish
Hope Mikaelson was never born.

Your wish is my command.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey. What's-your-name.

Sun's almost down.
We can't stay here.

Patrols will be out soon.
We got to move.

Where the hell are we?

Damn, white girl.

Mystic Falls.

You said your father could
help us get out of here.

- Maybe down to Mexico.
- Dr. Saltzman is

your father, right?
And you know where to find him?

Why are their eyes
all scratched out?

'Cause they're finally free.

- Hey. Come on.
- Death is better

than being hunted by Triad
until you starve, bruh.

Speaking of.

It's time to bounce.

Okay, lead the way, blondie.

I hope the Supernatural Railroad
isn't just a fairy tale.

Welcome to the Resistance.

I wish I could say it was
under better circumstances.

You've got a lot of nerve,
showing up here.

Penelope,

- what's going on?
- At least you earned

this mental breakdown.

Leave, before I feed you to the vamps.

Please, just tell me
what's happening.

Out!

Who died?

Dad.

What's going on?
Why is this world like this?

Sweetie...

...you can't be here.

You ran away.

I've been worried sick,
looking for you.

Why would I run?

You don't remember
what happened?

Must be some sort of amnesia
triggered by the trauma.

- What trauma?
- It doesn't matter now.

All that matters is that you're home.

Not that we can stay much longer.

Triad's closing in every day.

The world knows about vampires?

You've forgotten more than I thought.

Klaus Mikaelson lost everything

that anchored him to his humanity,

and so he shut it off two years ago

and started a war.

Outed supernaturals in the process.

And just like that, Triad had an ugly,

racist platform to stand on,

and nothing's been safe ever since.

Where's Josie?

Dad.

Where is she?

She's dead, Elizabeth.

The vigil's for her.

No.
No, no.

She-she can't...

she can't be.

That's not what I wanted.

I know.
But, right now, you just...

need to get some sleep.
No.

No, no.

I-I can... I can fix this.

I-I can make this whole

miserable world go away.

Josie's not really gone.

I promise, okay?

I'll fix it.

Genie?!

Genie?!

- Genie!
- Elizabeth, please, please...

This was my last wish.

I can't take it back.

Oh. I've ruined everything.

- Oh, no. It's my fault.
- Penelope.

It's all my fault!

Penelope!

Damn you, Genie.

It's Jin...

Never mind.

Don't be so hard on yourself,

even if your father did
just lock you up in a cellar

for your own safety.

Third wish is always tricky.

Better luck on your next one.

My next one?

I-I get another wish?

Whoever told you
a jinni only grants three?

Aladdin.

Every genie story ever.

A jinni can grant or ignore
any wish they choose.

We won't work against
our own self-interest,

so you can forget
about wishing me dead.

But if you'd like another
wish to reset your life

right back to where we began,

I can do that.

On one condition.

Anything.

What?

You give me the urn.

Oh, I knew you were

gonna screw me.
You used my words against me,

right from the start.

Like you said, I'm a monster.

Should've trusted your gut.

You trapped me in
the worst situation imaginable,

just so you could get
what you want!

The urn is a small price to pay

to cease suffering like this.

You don't know anything
about suffering.

Don't I?

As all jinn are, I was born into
five centuries of suffering.

500 years of realizing

other people's dreams
before I'd ever have

the chance to pursue one

of my own.

And in the 499th year of my term,
I crossed paths with a true monster.

And it consumed me, sent me
to a place of total isolation,

utter damnation.

Malivore.

I know.

So what?

I wandered there,

lost and alone,

until I was given one
final chance to win my freedom.

So accept my offer
and wish me the urn.

If I wish you the urn,

I'm giving you the key
to a supernatural apocalypse.

Isn't that technically
against your self-interest?

Quite the opposite.

It's my only hope.

Because if I return the urn to Malivore,
then I am free

and at peace. Whatever happens
after that is not my problem.

Selfish.

Said the pot to the kettle.

I don't know why we're debating.

This life is dreadful.

So wish it away!

Shut up, okay?! I just...

I need to think.
I need to find a loophole.

There is no loophole.

Magic always has a loophole.

Yeah? Well, you better find it quickly.

Things are taking
a hell of a turn up there.

What do you mean?

Dad?

Lizzie.

Did Penelope let you out?

We've been working on getting
the right dosages for you.

What are we doing?
Are we hiding?

No, we're fighting.

Triad got wind of our location.

With Josie gone,
we decided to take a stand

and put an end to this
once and for all.

Oh, God.

You're gonna get slaughtered.

And it's all my fault.

No, it's my fault.

I should've never kept
that secret from you.

What secret?

Your mom and I had been waiting
for the right time

to tell you a piece
of your family history, but...

we waited too long.

What family history?

There's something that happens
to twins born into your coven,

like you and Josie.

When you turn 22,

the Gemini must merge.

Merge?

It's a battle of will.

Only the strongest of
the two twins will survive it.

So one of us would have
to kill the other one?

We've been trying
to find a way to prevent it

ever since you were little kids.

That's why your mom's
always off traveling.

We tried to keep it from you
as long as we could.

But when we turned the house
into a rescue operation,

one of the witches
who was passing through

told you the story of
the Gemini, and you...

Dad,

what did I do?

You got scared.

You had one of your episodes,
and you went dark.

Paranoid.

To you, Josie became
your biggest threat.

You became obsessed with winning,

and then you lost control.

I killed her.

It was an accident.

No matter how you say it...

...I killed her.

You must hate me so much.

No.

The only person I hate is myself
for failing you both.

No. Dad, I've been to other places,

other realities,

and I know that
that sounds crazy,

but you need to believe me.

You always do everything that
you can to protect me and Josie.

Time after time.

World after world.

Then I wish we could be in one
of your other worlds right now.

No matter what happens,
I need you to hear this.

To believe me.

There's a world
where your dream came true.

You built a school for me and Josie,

and it was so beautiful.

And we were safe

and loved.

And you helped so many people.

And I was just too stupid

and jealous to see it.

In this other world,

did I tell you about the Merge?

Then I guess we were
both pretty stupid, huh?

It's time.

No. Dad, wait.

I can get us out of this.

I just need to think.

That's a good idea.

You think, baby.

I love you.

I love you so much.

Let's go give them their war.

Think. Think.

Not exactly your strong suit.

This would all go so much easier
if you'd just accept my offer.

Zip it, Smurfette.

I know there's a way
we can both get what we want.

I just have to think
of the perfect wish.

As I've told you,
I will not grant you anything

unless it involves me
finding peace.

And I said quiet!

Maybe you need a little incentive.

Incoming!

Icaeus.

Incentivized?

Okay, fine.

Bouncing through your wonky
worlds taught me something.

I am selfish.

I've made mistakes.

But giving you the urn
would be the biggest mistake of all.

It could ruin everyone's life,

destroy my father's dream

of making any reality
a better place.

It's bad enough that
I did that to him

time after time.
I can't do it again.

You sure about that?

When I fix this, he'll be fine.

And I won't give you
the satisfaction of breaking me.

You were already broken.
That's why I chose you

- in the first place.
- That just means

that you can't break me any more.

So read my lips.

I am never wishing you that urn.

You want it so bad?

Why didn't you just take it when
it was right in front of you?

Because you can't.

That's it, isn't it?

You said it yourself.

You can only do
what someone wishes you to do.

That's your curse.

And you are just as broken as I am.

But I know how to fix you.

How?

By winning your dumbass game.

I wish that you had never met

the monster that sent you to Malivore.

Huh.

If I never went to Malivore...

You'd have completed
your 500 years of service.

I'd be free.

That's my wish.

Take it or leave it.

Your wish is my command.

Boom! Suck on that!

But there's a catch.

We will never have met, either,
which means...

I won't remember the Merge.

Not consciously.

You'll be just like
all those poor souls

I helped over the centuries
who used their final wishes

to reset their realities.

What happened to them?

They found their worlds
just as they left them.

Only their minds weren't.

Because somehow
our journeys stayed with them

and slowly drove them insane.

It's like you said.

There's always a loophole
with magic.

And when you find out
your father's secret,

as you inevitably will,

history will likely repeat itself,

and you'll kill Josie all over again.

- I take it back. I-I wish to...
- I thank you

- for my freedom, Lizzie.
- No!

I said wait!

Wait!

Lizzie?

Lizzie.

Lizzie?

Please don't be mad at Dad.

Oh. What's happening?

- Why are you suffocating me?
- I have no idea.

Look, I don't know
when it started,

but on a fundamental level,
I think I'm broken.

And I realize
this is all very sudden,

but I just, for whatever reason,

have this feeling

that something terrible is
gonna happen if I don't change.

I... I'm so sorry, Caroline.

I know, I should not have missed
your texts about the kids.

It won't happen again.

Lizzie's been vibrating pretty high.

You think she's on the verge
of an episode?

Yeah. All right.

I'll keep an eye on her.

Any other leads?

All right.

Well, keep at it.

We'll find a solution.

Yeah.

You got a sec?

Well, this morning's evidence
to the contrary,

I always have time for you.

What's on your mind?

I'm sorry about earlier.

Mom gave me all of these tools

to manage my ups and downs,
but...

they all go out the window
when it comes to Hope.

That seems pretty self-aware.

What brought this on?

I don't know.

Well...

maybe it'll come to you.

In the meantime,
I appreciate you trying.

I love you, Dad.

Aw. I love you, too, sweetheart.

What's that?

Oh! This is...

nothing you need to worry about.

The thoughts in my head,

I think that they have
something to do with Hope.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What's all that?
- Oh, I was thinking

we could spell a barrier
around the urn

so when the next monster
shows up, we can trap it.

Want to help?

Pass.

But I can't put my finger on it.

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Any thoughts?

I don't know, Lizzie.

Sounds like you got
a lot going on.

Isn't it past your curfew, Pedro?

Go to bed.

And leave the sandwich.

But you said you wanted to talk.

Did I?

Can't imagine why.

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