Once Upon a Time (2011–2018): Season 7, Episode 21 - Homecoming - full transcript

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Once Upon a Time...

I remember... everything.

I love you.

Henry. You broke the curse.

When I pass
the dagger on to this Guardian,

the Darkness will finally rest.
And I will be reunited with Belle.

Trying to get back to your beloved
has made you the worst version of you.

Hello, Dearie!

Did you really think
a Wish Realm could hold me?

I need to figure out
what my story is.

It's time
I figure out where I belong.



I knew I'd find you.

Don't worry. I got this.

You saved me.

My hero.

Henry?

What're you doing here?

I, uh...

was in the neighborhood.

Thought you could use another
familiar face when you woke up.

Well, thank you.

I don't know what I would've
done without your support.

Isn't he sweet?
Like the brother I never had.

Some scars go
more than skin deep.

And I have a feeling
that one goes right to the bone.



Rumplestiltskin,
what're you doing here?

I come all the way
from the Wish Realm

just to see you,
and that's my welcome?

I don't care what version
of the Dark One you are.

I'm not in the mood
for your games.

Games? I don't have time
for games, Dearie.

I'm here to offer you a deal.

No. All your deals come
with a price,

and I'm not interested
in paying it.

Well, why not?

I can get you a happy beginning,
middle and an end.

Beautiful princess,
sparkling castle,

anything you dream can be yours.

Thanks, but I'll be all right.

Perhaps.

Don't threaten me.

Not a threat, Dearie.

An observation.

But good luck.

If things don't improve,
consider this a standing offer.

I'll be here for you...

always.

No need. I know your tricks.

You make people feel desperate
so they start losing hope.

- Hmm.
- And think that

doing the wrong thing
is their only option.

I'll find my happy ending
the right way.

I don't need your help.

We'll see about that.

Okay.

One hot cocoa with cinnamon
for my daughter.

And one drink special
for my wife.

My mom calls it
"The Weed Killer."

I love it.
Especially the plant sprig.

- How about a toast?
- Oh, good idea.

To being together.

We can drink to that too,
and eat to it.

We brought
some of Sabine's beignets.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

Hey, Alice. How's your father?

He should be discharged from the hospital
and back home today.

So, things are starting
to look right-side up.

- Ah, I'm glad.
- Yeah. Us too.

- How about we all get some food?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yes.

Hey, Remy, will you take those
to the bar?

- Do I smell beignets?
- Mm-hmm.

- Sure!
- Hey.

Uh, not to ruin the fun,
but I just wanted to check-in.

See if you've heard
from Facilier?

Uh, no, I haven't.

You think we should be worried
that he might be up to something?

I don't know.

- Starfish?
- Yes, Papa. It's me.

It's uh, it's nice to hear your voice.

Try looking across the street.

Now, I know I can't come
any closer.

Not without putting you back
in that awful hospital but,

- I did want to see you.
- Yeah, I know. It's okay.

How are you? How's Robin?

Yeah, good. Great.

We uh, just come back
from a party.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. Everyone sends their best.

We were celebrating
the end of the curse and...

everyone being together.

Yeah, sounds fun.

Yeah, it was.

But...

then I started thinking
about, how no curse...

you and me...

well, we can't be together.

I know it's hard right now
but it won't be like this for too long.

I promise you. I will find a way
to fix this.

Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too, Starfish.

Samdi?

Are you in here?

Facilier?

Gold.

What happened to you?

Did Facilier do this?

I'm sorry, Regina.

Facilier's dead.

I'm afraid my alter-ego
from the Wish Realm

made an unexpected appearance.

He's here?

The hell does he want?

Wow! They look delicious, Luce.

- Wow!
- They're to make up for all

the celebrations we missed
because of the curse.

So, is everyone ready
to make a wish?

You know, this whole story started
years ago with a wish on a cupcake.

When my mom wished not to be alone
and we were reunited.

And now, finally, I'm reunited
with my family.

Honestly, I don't even know what
to wish for because I just got everything

I could ever want.

Me, too.

All right. Here we go.

Ella? Lucy?

I'm afraid you're not gonna be
able to find them, Dearie.

At least not without my help.

What happened?

Where're my family?
What did you do to them?

Well, I sent them back
to my home.

In the Wish Realm.

Rather ironic, don't you think?

An entire world created
by a wish.

They can be
quite powerful things.

Why are you doing this?
What do you want?

I know you don't remember,

but I warned a younger version
of you once

that you'd never get your happy ending
without my help.

So now, I'm gonna prove
my point.

- How?
- By striking a deal, of course.

If you ever want to see your family again,
you're gonna get me something I want.

My lesser half's copy,
of the Dark One Dagger.

He, he's determined to surrender
his dagger to some Guardian

and I can't let that happen.

It won't just destroy his power,
you see?

It will destroy mine, too.

Love has poisoned him.

Love is a weakness
and he's infected.

What makes you think I can get it?
That I would get it?

I think we both know the answer
to that, Dearie.

You're motivated.

I prey on desperate souls,
remember?

And right now,
with your family gone,

that soul...

is you.

Sounds like this Rumple
is even more dangerous than the last,

- if he got the better of you.
- His victory is temporary.

- My revenge won't be.
- Our revenge.

You're not the only one
he hurt today.

To revenge, then.
A companion we all know far too well.

I'm glad I found you.

Henry. What's wrong?

Rumplestiltskin took
Lucy and Ella.

He said he's gonna keep them
in the Wish Realm until I...

until I give him
the Dark One Dagger.

I should have seen this coming.

You don't have to worry, Henry.

We're gonna get
your family back. Together.

So what are you suggesting?
I give up the dagger?

No, of course not.

We don't negotiate
with villains.

We kick ass and protect
the people we love.

That'd actually make
a pretty good family motto.

But right now, my family
is stuck in the Wish Realm

and we have no way

- to get to them.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don't be so sure about that,
lad.

The Wish Realm was my home port
and I may have a route back.

I never thought I'd say this
again.

Captain Hook is ready
to go back home.

There you are.
Thought you'd be out celebrating.

The curse is broken,
Your Majesty.

People should be cooking
beignets for you.

Cooking helps me clear my head.

Or at least it used
to help Sabine.

It's a crazy thing, isn't it?

Remembering who you really are.

But that is just it.

I don't know who I am.

I mean, yesterday I was Sabine
and all I had to worry

about was the price of butter.

And then the curse breaks
and now I'm Tiana and...

I was a...

- I mean, I was...
- A queen.

It's okay to say it.

Well, I sure don't feel
like one.

A real queen would be
out there helping her people

and I'm hiding in here,
stress baking.

I mean, I was cursed a really
long time. Maybe I just...

forgot how to be Tiana.

Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

Did you forget yesterday?

You can call yourself Sabine
or Tiana or anything you want,

but the woman who risked
her life for me, that was a queen.

Was my queen.

You always did have a way
with words, Prince Naveen.

Hmm.

The good news is,
Rogers was right.

Alice did have a looking glass
in her boxcar amongst other things.

Well, my daughter was always
a pack rat.

- What's the bad news?
- Well, it's cracked.

Which means it's possible
its magic may not work.

Ah, there's only one way
to find out.

As long
as you understand.

Taking on this Rumplestiltskin
in his own patch won't be a walk

in the park.

He'll make sure of that.

You think
he's expecting us?

Well, I would and I'd prepare
something unpleasant.

Well, hey, listen.
Maybe I should do this alone.

Stop it, Henry.

You're not leaving your mother
behind.

We're all with you till the end.

All right, one last
grand adventure.

Let's go get your family.

Hook?

Gold?

What happened to them?

I'm not sure.

But we've got bigger things
to worry about.

Where are we?

Rumple's castle.

The Wish Realm edition.

Looks a lot darker
than the original.

By the looks of it, a few things
have changed since the last time I was...

- here.
- Yes they certainly have.

Peter Pan?

What happened to you?
What happened to this land?

Yes. My son happened.

He never forgives
and he never forgets.

Guess neither of us
grow up.

Your son took my family.
I need to know where they are.

Your guess is as good as mine.

But I recommend you abandon all hope
of finding them and leave.

Because all good things
come into my son's castle...

they never come out.

Still no sign
of Roni or Henry.

And if this place is part
of the Wish Realm,

I've certainly never been to it.

Well, I can't account
for the others...

but I know exactly where we are.

This is my old home...

or at least this
realm's version of it.

I never wanted to see
this place again.

Which is why we're here.
This Rumple's pushing buttons.

He cracked Tilly's looking glass
to manipulate exactly

where we all ended up.

And this detour is meant to...

To remind me of when
I became a coward.

I used this to hobble myself...

to avoid fighting
in the Ogre's War.

But this is one battle
I won't back away from.

If this Rumplestiltskin wants a fight,
that's exactly what he's gonna get.

Hey, look, you tried that
once before,

and you ended up as insulation
in a voodoo doctor's wall.

So what do you propose we do?

This realm is my home.

I know a place where we can go
to get help.

My old hideout. I, I know,
it's a bit cluttered,

but it is beachfront property.

All this created by a wish.

We're all created somehow.

Make no mistake,
I'm as real as you.

I wouldn't dare
suggest otherwise.

Good! Because the Wish version of you

seems to be creating
real problems for everyone here.

Can we get to the solution
you promised?

Because all I see is a cave
where booze goes to perish.

Truth is...

this is where I came
to do the same.

I gave up on ever being reunited
with Alice.

If it wasn't for a good friend, I might
never have charted the right course again.

Ariel.

Many years and pounds

have passed
since I last saw you, Captain.

Look out! The Dark One!

Perhaps you should bring
your fish-tailed friend up to speed.

Uh, short version, Ariel.

Looks like the villain,
but isn't.

The truth is, I'm here to help
rid this place of the Rumple you...

rightly fear.

We were hoping that you
might be able to give us some advantage.

You don't happen to have
some squid ink

that we could use
to defeat our foe?

I may have... saved a few drops.

Use it wisely, Hook.

There are a lot of lives
at stake.

Maybe this is the wrong place.

If Wish Rumple really had Ella
and Lucy here, why isn't it guarded?

I think you may have spoken
too soon.

Never took the Dark One
for an animal lover.

Let's not confuse
who tugs the leash 'round here.

Hello, darling.

Cruella de Vil.

Well, I thought you were
above being Rumple's lapdog.

I'm not anyone's anything.

I was just promised a couple
of new furs for a fun evening of killing

whoever came knocking
at the door.

Oh! Then again,

perhaps, we can strike a bargain
for you to be my chew toy.

Fancy a little scratch
behind the ear, darling?

Twisted's not really my type.

Your loss!

I got this.

I mean surely,
such a noble group

wouldn't murder
an unarmed woman, hmm?

Oh, no, of course not.

But we would certainly tighten
your leash.

Now...

be a good girl and tell me
where Rumple put Henry's wife

and daughter.

Your little mutts
are in the dungeon.

But knowing where they are
and freeing them,

is a completely different
animal.

I hear their voices.

Ella! Lucy!

Daddy!

Daddy, help us, please!

Yes.

Well, you wanted a happy ending.
Now you can stick yours on a shelf.

You magicked them in.
I can magic them out.

Wrong, Dearie. This bauble
is unbreakable.

No one can set them free but me.

And given that I don't want to,
inside they shall stay.

- They don't deserve this.
- You've only got yourself to blame.

I told you you'd get your family
back when you brought me the dagger

but you tried to cheat the terms
of our deal.

My grandfather needs that dagger
to get back to Belle.

I can't trade my happy ending
for his. It's not right.

Blah, blah, blah. Blathering
your misguided nonsense!

And you want to trade
your happiness for his?

And people say I'm crazy.

We're not trading anything.

We'll figure out another way
to get them out.

Yeah, maybe you will,
maybe you won't.

But the real question is,
will you do so in time?

- What?
- Dad!

- What've you done?
- Added some incentive.

The globe will be filled
with snow by midnight.

And in this fairy tale, your Cinderella
won't lose a coach or a dress.

She and your daughter
will lose...

their lives.

Mom, stop. You're making
it worse.

It's going to be fine, Henry.

They're freezing in there.

I'll find a way to get them out.

It may not be quite
as simple as that.

The magic that created this prison
cannot be undone like that.

The only way to free
your family...

is by going after
Rumplestiltskin himself.

No. No, he'll just make it worse
for them.

You don't want to use your mother's magic,
or your grandfather's plan.

What do you suggest, mate?

I suggest that we consider
the one sure way to save them.

No.

We give up the dagger
if it's the only way to save my family.

- It's not an option.
- Why not?

Because I seem to remember
that you were willing to cast a curse

when it came to taking care
of your own son.

- Henry. You're better than that.
- Maybe.

But maybe it's time
that we all ask ourselves

who really deserves
their happy ending?

You're letting your emotions
cloud your judgment.

The Captain and I have already
found a way to gain the upper hand.

So you stay here
and I'll deal with him.

We're just letting him go?

What if he's really going
to cut his own deal with Rumple?

I'll go with him.
Make sure he's stays honest.

You don't have any magic.

I'll go.

There's a library
in this castle.

Find a spell that'll work
on that snow globe...

before it's too late.

We really do hate this place.

Bane of our existence, Dearie.

And yet, after everything
we've been through to escape it,

all you want to do is give up our power
and drag us right back.

Might as well hobble both
our legs this time.

I didn't come here
to revisit history

or repeat it.

Of course, I know that.

I know you. I am you.

You're looking for a loophole

to help your grandson and his family
escape their frosty predicament.

Or perhaps you don't know me
or yourself,

quite as well as you think.

That's not the loophole
I'm here to discuss.

Really?

I've been trying to rid myself of my copy
of the dagger for quite some time now.

And every time I try to do it
the right way,

by giving it to someone pure,
it's always a burden.

A corrupting force.

And foisting that onto
an innocent?

Well, that can never be right.

Indeed, that is a sticky wicket.

But you...

you want the Darkness.

Giving it to you...

I'm not spreading it,
I'm not burdening anyone.

I think the real loophole
I've been looking for all this time...

is you.

So...

you want to make a deal,

and give me the dagger now.

What could possibly
have changed?

Well, I've finally realized
the one enemy I can never defeat...

is myself.

So, you take the dagger...

and all the Darkness
that goes with it,

and I get to go free and get
the happy ending I deserve.

Well, it's not exactly the way

I expected this to play out
but I'll take it.

Squid ink.

Now who's weak?

This can't hold me for long.

It doesn't have to.

You see, you made a miscalculation
bringing me here.

It did remind me of my weakness,
but not because of that hammer...

because of you.

You see, without Belle...

you are just a pathetic beast who needs
to be put out of his misery.

And I'm the only one
who can do it.

You do that and you will never see
your precious Belle again.

If that means ridding the realms
of you,

that's a risk
I'm willing to take.

Regina!

- What the hell are you doing?
- Get out of here.

Too late. Impeccable timing,
Dearie.

That dagger was never
why I was after Henry.

What?

Haven't you
figured it out?

Thought the hammer
would have jogged your memory.

The day we hobbled ourselves,

we met a seer...

and she gave us a prophecy.

Beware, Rumplestiltskin.

The boy will be my undoing.

Yes.

And today's the day that prophecy
finally comes to pass.

I think I just figured out a way
to save my family...

without handing over the dagger.

Well, that's great news.
Well, what, what do we need to do?

- There's no time. I have to go.
- Yeah, of course. I'm coming with you.

- No, I can do this on my own.
- But you don't have to.

No, you're not doing this alone.

I was afraid you'd say that.

I'm sorry but if you knew
where I was going, you wouldn't help.

You'd try to stop me...

and no one is stopping me.

Turn around, brigand.

Do not be fooled.

I am blind, but my sword
is still sharp.

I can see that.

And you can put it down.
I'm not here to fight.

I'm here for the Author's pen.

You should be warned, lad.

That pen is a dangerous thing.

I know all about it,
and I don't care.

I care.

I have fought many a battle
protecting it.

Some of which have cost me
a great deal.

But I will not relinquish it
to anyone

other than a True Author.

And there hasn't been one of those
in this realm for a very long time.

I'm not from this realm.

Look,

it's a long
and complicated story

but basically, in another land,

I am the True Author.

Now, I need my pen. So whatever test
you have to put me through

to figure that out, do it.

As you wish.

That is indeed
a complicated story.

The timelines alone,
would make one's head spin.

Only a True Author could weave
such a tale.

- So, what? So, that's the test?
- It is.

You see, every story an Author
has ever written,

lives in his heart.

You have done good work.

Could use a little more romance,
perhaps, but...

maybe in your next book.

So then I passed?

It is an honor to meet you.

Likewise.

So, where's the pen?

In its rightful place.

Look to your hand.

Thank you.

I noticed you haven't written
in quite some time.

So I must remind you,

the Author's true job,

is to record the stories,
not to create them.

So no matter how many stories
you have already written,

you must choose each time,

how you will use the pen.

Choose wisely...

Henry.

Finally, it's filthy in here

and Dalmatian is a bitch
to clean.

Try a dry cleaners.

I'm not gonna let you out
but you do have something I need.

This pen requires a special kind of ink
that's pretty hard to find.

But I happen to know
the one place it still exists.

No. No!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

I will skin you alive for this!

I'll take that.

And that.

You see?

Press the right buttons
and anyone will do what you want.

Even the Truest Believer.

You were after the pen.

Plot twist.

Whatever you have planned,
it won't work.

Only the Author can use it.

And I don't care what you do to me,
I'll never write a word for you.

But I will.

Hello, Henry.

You're, you're Wish Realm me.

Surprised? There's versions
of other characters.

Why shouldn't there be
two of us?

If you're any version of me,
you should know that this is wrong.

I am you...

except for one difference.

None of my wishes
ever came true.

You made a deal with him.

Well, it's what I do.

When you said I wouldn't get
my happy ending

without your help,
you weren't talking about me.

You were talking about him.

Po-tay-toh, po-tat-toh.

How could you do this?

I tried finding my happiness
the right way...

but I got desperate.

Looks like you did, too.

And now that we've gotten
to know each other uh,

what do you say, Henries?

I think it's time we started
a new story.

Mine.

Oh, God.

Henry.

Your Majesty.

It's been a while since you killed
my grandparents with your bare hands.

- Back to try and finish off the family?
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

- That wasn't...
- Such pain.

Such anger.
I'm riveted.

Aren't you riveted?

No.

- The Author's pen. How?
- I screwed up, big time.

Hook, I'm sorry I hit you.
Mom, I'm just...

I'm sorry.

What's he gonna write?

Look, whatever deal you made
with him,

you do not have
to honor it.

Trust me, there's always
a loophole,

and I'll help you
find it.

Why would I break a deal

that's gonna give me
what I want?

Smart boy.

And now, we must attend
to my humble needs.

We have immortality and power,
you and I,

and you want to throw it
all away

for both of us just to get
to Belle.

Well, I'm afraid,
in the stroke of a pen, Dearie,

I'm gonna make sure

you never see her again.

Don't do this. We can help you.

This isn't the right path
for you. You know that.

Take a letter, boy.

It goes something like this.

"The powers of the Guardian...

- No. No, no, no.
- ...are no more."

Done.

Well written. My eternity feels,

eternal again. Oh-ho-oh.

And now...

enjoy a taste of winter
in your tiny prison.

Henry!

Where'd they go?

I reunited Henry and the others
with his family.

Bound to be quite the reunion.

Then why am I still here?

Because we're finally back
to what I'm getting out of this.

I watched you crush
my grandparents' hearts

and take away my mom.

And that story still needs
its ending.

Oh, look.

There's a one-bedroom right here
in the Heights.

It looks pretty good
in the pictures. See?

Don't need to see it. I love it.

If it comes with a built-in
Margot, that's all I need.

Ah!

- Tilly.
- God!

- Are you okay?
- Oh God!

- What's wrong?
- I don't know.

- Something's changed.
- What?

My father and the others,
they're, they're in danger.

- Something's wrong in the Wish Realm.
- Are you sure?

Yeah. We have to go.

They need our help.

I'm sorry. There's not enough
beignet magic

- in the world to open a portal.
- No, you must have something.

Or maybe as queen,

you can help us find some magic?

Right.

Queen.

Folks, please listen.

Our people, our friends
are in trouble and...

Hey! Everyone, listen up.

These two young women are known
to many of you.

They need to get to the Wish Realm
to help others, perhaps,

even save lives.

You may not feel
that you can help but...

I think you can.

You may have a pair
of silver slippers or,

a magic hat or a bean,

something you haven't thought
of in years.

Find it.

Your realm needs you.

Your Queen... needs you.

Your Majesty?

Remy?

- Do you have something?
- Years ago,

before the curse,

I was preparing a cassoulet...

and I found this.

A magic bean.

I hid it in case
I ever needed it,

but after what you just said,

I want you to have it.

Thank you.

- Do you want to come with us?
- Ah, no, thank you.

I should stay here and watch
over my people.

These are some strange times
and...

they need their Queen
right now.

No, no curtsies or bows.

Come on.

All right. So...

Thanks for loaning the truck.

Good luck in the other realm.

Thanks. We may need it.
But we're gonna make a quick stop first.

Where? Where are you going?

To get help from some friends.