The Librarians (2014–2018): Season 2, Episode 1 - And the Drowned Book - full transcript
The Librarians gather after months of being on their own to investigate a mysterious and massive storm over Manhattan.
Return to us,
ancient world of wonders.
The Sword's rejoined the Stone.
Magic's coming back.
The ley lines have reopened.
I have need of your genius, sir.
No. No, no, this can't be right.
Really? Another one?
The Temple of Agamanzo should be
just through the village.
Village?
You didn't mention any village.
I know. That's because
the Temple's the best bit.
Death traps,
possibly even mummies.
You know how I love mummies.
Almost too much.
You can't love mummies too much.
Okay, but we need recon.
Do these villagers
know about the temple?
Do they worship it?
How do they feel about
strangers mucking around
with their mummies?
Eve, trust me.
They'll never know we were here.
They know we're here!
They probably noticed when
you made the volcano erupt!
It was a very small volcano.
Welcome back.
Was the expedition successful?
Yes.
Absolutely not!
Yes, 'cause we got
the Idol of Agamanzo.
No, we were not supposed to just
open up secret passages,
setting off alarms leading to,
you know, volcano.
Secret passages that led
to Idol of Agamanzo, Eve,
and it was fun. It's always
fun, but is it right?
The Library made
more Librarians than ever,
and we haven't seen them
since they left.
Eve...
Maybe we should check on them.
Don't worry.
They're out there that way,
doing what Librarians do,
getting the artifacts and being...
It's not just that.
We have been running
since the day
the Serpent Brotherhood invaded
the Library until the moment
you brought it back
from the void.
Maybe we're in emergency mode,
just reacting instead of acting.
You're avoiding.
I'm reading.
Shipwreck exhibit
at the Museum of History
in New York.
Big party for the unveiling.
I did my graduate work there.
Actually, funny story...
First mission as a Librarian,
I end up in that very same...
Coincidence
or sinister alignment?
Let's find out.
Put on your best party jumpsuit.
We're going on a date.
No, they're Librarians.
They're fine.
All I'm saying is this sort of
energy signature's
radically non-standard.
We've moved well past antimatter
and into some sort of
superstring resonance signature.
If you contain
the fusion reaction
using your superconducting
magnetic coils,
you'll create
a dimensional inversion
that will alter the local laws
of physics
in unexpected
and randomized ways.
Look, Miss Cillian,
I've read your figures,
and they seem to add up,
but, I'm afraid I cannot
support your conclusions.
The effects you describe,
I mean to say
they sound more like...
Magic?
Yeah.
I swear, I heard something.
Come on, patrols on every floor,
infrared on the elevator,
motion sensors in this corridor,
128-bit encryption
on the main door.
Nobody's getting in.
How 'bout out?
Can I go out?
Grab that, would you?
"Clipping Book."
Yeah, something a mate of mine
invented, but I took it digital.
Thanks, fellas.
Security breach.
Security breach in sector 5.
Report back to me.
Forget to bring something
to New York?
How'd you know I was
going to New York?
Mr. Stone,
I wasn't aware. Welcome back.
Thank you. Evil doll.
Well, gotta get cleaned up.
Going to a museum. A museum?
Well, that's a co...
Mr. Jenkins!
Miss Cillian, a pleasure.
You should know...
Can we talk after I get back?
It's a short notice mission,
and I need to check my phone
and check some reference materials.
Of course.
Jenkins,
great to see you, too, mate.
Love what you've done
with the place.
I assume
we're dialing up New York.
Nice guess, but I've got this.
I brought you into the 21st century.
Destination set. New York.
You're welcome.
Mwah. Probably should've done
that when I came in. Sorry.
So good to see you.
Understandable.
You already dialed up
New York for me.
You're the best.
Jenkins, can you dial me up?
New York, sir? Already done.
Well, thank you.
Listen, when I get back,
we'll grab a beer?
Or me... or what... okay.
Isola Perduta, lost off
the coast of Italy in the 1600s.
Found with a surprising amount
of cargo still intact.
You know, just once it would be
nice to come to a major city
when we're not trying to defeat
existential magic evil.
The tourist stuff, go to a show,
see the Statue of Liberty.
You know, we used to throw these
kind of parties all the time.
New exhibit brings in
the fundraisers.
Gives the bigwigs a chance
to rub elbows
with the rock star archivists
and librarians.
Every girl's dream.
Your wallet.
Ezekiel Jones!
Still pushing your luck.
Colonel! Still
a terrifyingly powerful grip.
What scheme are you up to here?
Librarian business.
Clipping Book sent me.
Really?
Me, too!
Hi, Red.
Hey.
Look at you.
Thought you were together.
Yeah, we were, but we, kind
of split up after Peru. Flynn.
Jacob.
Boom.
So museum? I mean,
what's going down big enough
where they need
every Librarian in the world?
Whoo!
You just missed the weather.
Boy, I was about to lock up.
You folks all right?
Yeah, thank you, Terry.
Lock up?
Well, yeah,
the reports are coming in.
Winds 50 miles an hour.
It's enough to rip the doors
right off the hinges.
Let's find out
what this shipwreck
has to do with this storm.
Shipwreck? I'm not...
My Clippings Book is about
a chess set
that was donated to the museum,
a set from Milan.
Yeah, and mine is
about the new high-frequency
weather sonar equipment
in the museum's
National Weather Service Station
on the roof.
There's a bunch
of Italian diplomats here,
including the family who owned
the old wreck's shipping company
back in the day.
Daughter's wearing
some earrings, pearl,
family heirlooms.
Well, let's pool
our resources and...
Or we could just each
do our own job.
O-okay, what is this?
I mean, no offense,
but I've been doing
the Librarian thing
solo for a while now.
Kind of got my own style.
- I'm sorry. Come again?
- I kinda got my own style.
Yeah, and I'm just
very focused on...
They're Librarians.
This is what they do.
Off, the lot of you.
Divide and conquer.
Okay. This worries me.
This way you and I...
Ladies and gentlemen,
I've been asked to forward
that due to some rather rapid
and extreme flooding,
the streets are being kept clear
in order to evacuate the lower
lying areas of Manhattan.
No vehicle will be allowed
on the streets.
So unfortunately, we will not
be allowing anyone to leave.
Now I'm sure this is temporary,
and there's no cause for alarm,
as the museum is
all perfectly safe.
If not a bit dramatic.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Excuse me. Can you tell me
where the Japanese art...
Yes, you just go out
that door, make a left...
Shall we?
Okay, where's...
I'm a Librarian.
I'm here to get weather patter...
Hi, I'm a Librarian.
I'm here to get data on
weather patterns
over metropolitan areas.
Hi there.
Italian delegation, right?
Actual royalty.
That's unreal.
You have 30 seconds
to be interesting.
I like your earrings.
Are they, antiques?
You opened with a question.
Rare enough among men
to pique my curiosity.
Yes, thank you.
They've been in my family
for centuries.
Blah, blah, blah, earrings.
They have a name...
Gli occhi scintillanti.
And, do you have a name?
You're growing less interesting.
Hi, I'm a Librarian.
I'm here to get...
Hi, I'm a Librarian.
I'm here to gather data
on weather patterns
in metropolitan areas.
Hi, I'm a Libr...
Hi, okay.
Hi, I'm a Librarian.
Get out while you can!
Isn't it kinda weird to leave
a weather station
when there's a really
cool storm happening?
By "cool storm," you mean
freak nightmare cyclone
that's gonna rip this
little half-shell
right off the roof of
this building then, no.
Not weird at all.
Okay, I-I...
Save yourself!
Okay.
I don't suppose anyone wants
to tell me
where the new sonar is.
And... perfect.
Checking these artifacts
may take a while.
Maybe we should ask
for some help.
I don't need any help.
Background information,
research, planning,
useful trinkets of...
Excuse me. Do you know
who put this display together?
No need.
It's this gentleman here.
Mr. James Worth,
visiting Professor
of antiquities
from Oxford University.
Well done. Marvelous trick.
Tell me, how did you do it?
Well, elementary, actually.
I noticed your London accent
when you made the announcement
about the weather, and I
couldn't help but to notice
that you have a little
baby powder on your hands
and on your sleeve.
Baby powder on the hands,
making it easier
to remove the tight latex gloves
often worn
by artifact restorers.
Now you might be
part of the research team,
but you're circulating
among the guests,
which implies that you're
in a position of authority.
When I glanced at the placard,
which lists everyone
who worked on the project,
only one scientist graduated
from a British university...
Oxford, in fact...
Mr. James Worth.
Amazing. Amazing.
Flynn Carsen, Librarian.
I'm sorry,
what with the who now?
As you entered,
you glanced past the rather
gaudy Alexandrine vase
to admire the more subtle,
yet much rarer,
Mesopotamian broach, revealing
you are a man of deep education.
A mere scholar? No.
Your kerchief is out of a style
handmade in Tripoli.
You have the distinctive
sun damage of a man
who spent time in the Himalayas,
and yet, I do believe that
is a bit of Australian
red dirt on your shoes.
Sun damage? I moisturize.
So... a traveler.
But you have multiple
small burns on your left hand,
the type I generally see
on scientists
from grabbing a test tube
prematurely off burners.
Ha! I've seen you do that!
And your pin is the symbol
for calculus integration,
chosen for your fondness,
I deduce,
in physics and mathematics.
A man with such a wide range
of specialities,
traveling the world,
could be anyone.
I lip-read that woman.
Yes, I can.
That woman asked you
where the Japanese art room was.
You directed her to
the East Wing.
But it was moved
to the West Wing
shortly after
the pyramid display
was completed 10 years ago,
implying, of course,
that you knew the museum
when you worked on that display,
but never returned
after it was complete.
Infamously, there was one
brilliant polymath
who worked on that display
who disappeared shortly after.
One Flynn Carsen.
The Librarian part?
Beeswax used in
the restoration of rare books.
Left lapel. He rubs his fingers
these absently while working.
Elementary, my dear Carsen.
And you, I deduce...
are a Duchess.
Really?
Or the assembled royalty.
And yet, you outshine them all.
You call that a deduction?
She's not a Duchess.
She's an ordinary person.
Her accent should've
given it away like that.
Well, my mistake then.
You have outdone me, sir.
You were inquiring
about the background
of some of the artifacts.
Yes, please. Thank you.
Lipreading's not that hard.
I can do it.
Those two women over there...
"Where are the snuffy pom poms?"
"I've never circled square Idaho
in the blueberry cupcake."
Nothing to it.
Yes!
Megastorm, not kidding.
There is the new sonar.
It's... in the storm.
Mr. Jenkins,
are you getting this?
Yes, indeed. Very odd.
There's no mathematical constant
that I can derive
from the waveform
that would give us a clue
to what's causing it.
Miss Cillian, do me a favor.
Just put aside your logic
and your mathematics
for a moment.
What? No.
I like my math and logic.
They help me sleep at night.
They're like a teddy bear.
I mean,
like a teddy bear made of
isosceles triangles
and electrons.
Yes, yes, yes, I know.
But just listen.
What does that
sound like to you?
It sounds...
sad.
Precisely.
Good. Hey, did you find
what you were looking for?
Maybe. I don't know. Listen,
do me a favor, would you?
Can you write down
the, relative densities
of ivory, onyx, gypsum,
any... any... any stone
you might think somebody'd
make a chess piece out of.
You could look this up
on your own.
Yeah, but you're faster
than the internet.
You know that.
Hey, could you write down
some Italian cultural... stuff?
You know, paintings, poems by
those poncy lads you like.
I'm trying to make some headway
with the Italian bird,
get a shot at her earrings,
but I'm getting nowhere.
Why did we stop doing this?
Working together?
Because you kept
ordering me around.
I wasn't... I'm not...
I wasn't ordering you around.
I was trying to get you
to stick to the plan, Jones!
Yeah, by ordering me around.
And then Cassandra kept
taking your side...
What? No. No, I just tried to
get you two to stop arguing.
Blame it on her again? Man, that's the whole thing.
No, I'm not blaming her. I'm blaming both of you...
You never take responsibility for your own
Guys, guys, guys. We're doing it again.
We worked so well together
at the Library.
Why couldn't we do it
when we were on our own?
Like something was missing.
The Isola Perduta, it went down
after visiting five ports
in the Mediterranean.
So its cargo is a wondrous mix
of European products
from the 1600s.
Which seems a little odd
given the fact
of a ship of this tonnage
would just be tooling around
the Mediterranean.
Excuse me. I have not seen
anything out of the ordinary
or anything that could be
causing this storm.
You might wanna ask James.
He seems very informed.
Professor Worth, that is a
bottle of rum. So it is.
English rum.
The Isola Perduta didn't just
sail the Mediterranean,
it went to England
as I suspected.
It had English cargo.
That would explain why we've had
difficulty identifying
some of the artifacts.
You've had difficulty
identifying some
of the artifacts.
Well, don't take it so hard.
I would be happy to assist.
Where is the ship's manifest?
In the archive room, along with
the rest of the artifacts.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to distract him.
He's kind of
permanently distracted.
Anyway, do you know anything
about this famous
chess set from Milan?
A bit. How about I educate you
over some drinks?
Thanks, man.
Thank you, Terry.
So you're doing work
during a party?
You're one dedicated fella.
Dropped your book.
No, it's not mine.
I-I found it upstairs outside.
Just leave it
for lost and found.
Hello.
Absolutely
my favorite art style.
I'm cuckoo for rococo.
You have proven far more amusing
than I thought possible.
Well, take a stroll then?
And you're predictable again.
Just for once, I want a man
to genuinely surprise me.
My mates and I are actually
about to rob the museum.
Would you like to,
see some American crime?
So, Duchess...
You work with Dr. Carsen?
I do now.
I was with a team before.
Why are you no longer with them?
I'm not sure they need me
anymore.
Eve, you can't let others
define you.
You know who you are.
You know what you can do.
Do it and damn the consequences.
Great advice, James.
Speaking of,
I think I should go and see
if your Dr. Carsen
needs any help.
I shall return.
Me escuse. Vorrei farle
alcune domande.
Well, I found the thing that
doesn't belong... this chest.
It was picked up in London
in 1611
and then shipped
to a monastery in Rome.
Yeah. That thing, yes,
deuced challenge.
No x-rays seem
to penetrate it.
Can't seem to open
the damn thing.
Yes, that's because
it has a sigil.
On the lock, a magical symbol.
Certainly you don't
believe in magic.
Well...
Where did you get that book?
The janitor found this.
Well, it...
It's mine. Give it to me.
Well, it's just a copy of
"Sherlock... Holmes."
Where's all the ink? Book, please.
Sir, the book... the book.
I know what you are.
I know the spell
that summoned you.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
You're fictional.
No, no, more than that,
you're a Fictional.
You're a fictional character
brought to life from this world,
your world, into this world.
Dr. Carsen,
that's ludicrous. I-I...
You're Sherlock Holmes!
You have me, sir.
Well played.
Sherlock Holmes. I love you!
I mean... I love your adventures.
I-I love Eve Baird.
I think I love Eve Baird.
We're... we're going
through some stuff.
She's a very complicated woman.
Well, she did say you were
very easily distracted.
A team-up
with Sherlock Holmes!
Why are you here?
To solve the mystery of
this magical box, of course.
Well, let's crack it!
I mean, any many who can solve
the Mystery
of the Five Orange Pips,
am I wrong?
Sherlock Holmes.
I'm surprised that you didn't
recognize that this was a sigil.
Good guy. The owner of the
chess set Stone's looking for?
Right before he died
under mysterious circumstances,
Professor Worth convinced him
to leave his collection
to the museum.
The Italian delegation,
Ezekiel's target,
was invited here
by Professor Worth.
I talked to
the other researchers.
They wanted to show
the British artifacts,
but were talked out of it
by Professor Worth.
All the separate clues
the Librarians are looking for,
he put into place.
He is the mastermind.
Mastermind.
Professor James Moriarty...
at your service.
You're the genius,
but she's the detective
who unraveled the plot.
Well done, Duchess.
Don't "Duchess" me, pal.
Professor Moriarty...
He's fictional!
Fictional character
come to life.
Very magical beings.
He came from this book.
If he's the threat,
why did the Clipping Book
send the Librarians on
four different missions?
What is he up to?
I don't know.
I've read a lot
about Fictionals,
but I've never actually met one.
I don't suppose you care
to enlighten us.
Monologue my scheme like some
penny dreadful villain?
Give me some credit.
I've got to get this book
to Jenkins.
I'll round up the others.
They should be done with
their scavenger hunt by now.
Can we leave him?
Wouldn't go anywhere
without your leave, Duchess.
International crime, car chases,
sometimes we even
jump out of airplanes.
Yeah, it's a very
"Thomas Crown Affair" here.
So exciting.
Does, um, one of you
dance through the lasers now?
One second.
What are you doing?
This chess set's from Milan.
It's made out of ivory
and pearl blend.
I can't tell the finishes from,
like, five other varieties so...
Bingo. I checked all
the density comparison.
All right, that explains it.
Explains what?
That's way out of your league,
bro.
Mate, you don't even know
my league.
That's major league, son.
That's the bigs.
Okay, that's where the grown men
play. You're down here.
Little league, T-ball.
Man, you can't even find
a chess set.
I got mine.
Where are your pearl earrings?
Do not.
I'm just, you know what?
I'm not... I'm not even gonna...
I'm gonna let it breathe.
Fictionals.
They stay to themselves.
Pulled from books into a world
they do not understand.
They tend not to adjust well.
Well, Moriarty's doing
just fine.
He got himself a fake identity,
set himself up
to collect all the pieces.
Pieces to what?
I don't know.
Well, I would posit, sir,
that Moriarty had help.
There are two types
of Fictionals.
Someone summoned him
from this book.
They called him into this world.
And the other kind? Much older.
Much more powerful.
Iconic characters whose stories
are so well told, so famous,
so well-written that they emerge
into this reality
under their own power.
They walk among us.
Mostly hidden.
Not very many of those.
So there was another
Fictional at the party.
I just have to figure out who.
Sir, beware,
Fictionals are bound,
but also empowered
by their stories.
You could trap them within
the rules of their own tales.
But they can be
extremely powerful
if their narrative
matches the real world.
Your mystery villain may be
trying to gather parts
of his story to gain strength.
To what end?
That would depend on what
character you're dealing with.
Cassandra, I lost the Itali...
You're right.
That is incredible.
I always wanted to
study science.
You shouldn't let anyone
stop you.
You know, you gotta follow
your dreams.
You really think so?
Yeah. I mean, if you believe it,
you can do anything.
Thank you so much.
Here's my number.
And if you're ever in Milan,
just call me, okay?
Thank you.
Ciao, bella.
She seemed nice.
Wow.
Flynn and Baird
have gotta hear this.
Did you find them?
There they are.
It's a voice in the storm.
I thought it was just a sound,
but I refined it down.
It's a voice.
Master, I have done thy bidding.
Master,
I have brought the storm.
All will be consumed. So the
storm is being controlled
by some sort of wind spirit?
Italian nobles stranded by
a storm,
a storm summoned by a spirit.
The Isola Perduta,
the "lost island."
What were the earrings
made out of?
Pearl. They even had a name,
occhi scin...
Eyes. "These pearls that were
your father's eyes."
And you got Moriarty to get
all the elements together
to make him even stronger.
Did you get the chess set from Milan?
I got it.
Yeah, it's all here...
but the White King.
The King from Milan,
the shipwreck, the earrings,
the storm summoned by a spirit.
Prospero.
Prospero, Shakespeare's magician
from "The Tempest."
Shakespeare's fictional wizard.
Long story. No time to talk.
Let's get going.
Get back to the annex.
Tell Jenkins.
The Library wasn't tell us
to collect these things.
The Library was telling us
to keep them away from Prospero!
And we failed.
He's controlling the storm,
and he's getting stronger
by the second.
I'll shake down Moriarty. You? The roof.
He'll head to the roof.
Prospero,
you don't have to do this.
You renounced your magic.
Y-you drowned your book.
You broke your staff.
I did those deeds because
my author wrote it thus.
He gave me life, and then
he stripped me of my power
to end his foul tale.
Shakespeare broke my staff.
He drowned my book.
He left me cursed to wander
through the centuries
alone and weak.
You still have to play by
the rules of your story.
A story writ when magic
was dying, almost gone.
But when magic came back...
Magic returned
into the ley lines
that surrounded the world.
I had wandered for centuries
as a mere human.
But that night,
my power came back.
A little power, but just enough
to call a mastermind
to aid my schemes.
I have need of your genius, sir.
He set the pieces in motion
to help me find my book
and break its seals.
Moriarty.
Enough power to find and bind
this sprite,
my servant Ariel,
so that I could make this storm
which sets the stage
of my rebirth.
You still have to play by
the rules of your story,
and your story does not
end like this.
My author's dead,
and magic's back.
Know this...
I write my own ending!
Hell of a woman.
Damn.
Why'd you make me do that?
Duchess...
One thing, remember...
That's not how my story ends.
My book restored,
I wield enormous power.
And when I find my staff,
this world is mine.
O my sprite!
Descend and serve again
thy master
bound till I release thee.
Come hither, Ariel!
My word is bond,
fair island fey.
Obey and take us far away.
With me, villain!
Villain?
I always preferred antagonist.
What are you doing?
I gotta get after them
before it closes!
You are not following them alone.
Well, then, jump with me!
Great. Now they can be
anywhere in the world.
We have a bigger problem.
What could be
a bigger problem than...
Good, you made it
out of the city.
Well, we can go through
the door, but that leaves
7 million people
stuck in Hurricane Ariel.
Why hasn't that storm stopped
now that
its fairy engine is gone?
Because a storm of that
magnitude is self-sustaining.
Ariel brought it to New York,
controlled it,
but it's actually far more
dangerous with him gone.
Him gone? Her gone?
Ariel's been presented
both male and female. I...
Focusing, focusing.
It takes in hot air
and distributes cold air,
like it's breathing.
And it will dissipate,
but when it does,
it's gonna spin off tornados
just to get rid of
the kinetic energy.
So whatever's not flooded
gets shredded. Aces!
Prospero? He got away.
It's nobody's fault.
It's Eve's fault,
but let's move on.
The important thing now is
to figure out
how to stop this storm.
How do we do it?
People don't have
great track records
at stopping hurricanes.
Well, they haven't had
the resources of the Library.
Zeus's lightning bolt.
Destructive, but not nearly
large scale enough.
Could we blow it away,
like off the island?
Thor's hammer, in theory.
No, that would...
That would wipe half
of New York into the sea.
Wait, if it breathes,
can we kill it?
The hot and cold are balanced,
but if we dump enough heat
into the storm,
it'll break apart.
That would take an enormous
amount of hot air.
I wouldn't even know how to
superheat something like that.
It would take a second sun.
I totally forgot we have one of those.
You remember we have one of those.
We have a sun?
Yes, in the Sun Room.
What else would one store
in a Sun Room?
Magazines, cozy chairs, mimosas?
We need to figure out
how to focus it.
Cassandra,
can you calculate what
the thermal energy would be?
Jenkins, come with me.
Jones, start reprogramming
the back door. Stone, come on!
I've got a cunning plan.
Frozen Land of Giants!
Lost Jungle Kingdom.
Hive of Giant Bees!
Why do we even have that door?
Sun Room!
Found it. Okay,
trapped Nemesis star by
Einstein and Feynman in 1952
before it destroyed the Earth
using technology
from the Roswell project.
I thought Roswell was aliens.
It's never aliens.
Give me your phone.
Mr. Jenkins,
would you please
program your back door
technology controls...
to that door right there?
The focus.
You do have a flair, sir.
Mr. Jones, can you patch in
Cassandra and Baird's
conversations
to the overall intercom system?
Stone.
Yeah.
Take a knee.
I need you to get
Judson's Mirror.
Bring it back here
with the Glass of Narcissus.
They have to be lined up
perfectly if we're gonna try
and direct the energy
from that room, bounce it
all the way down the hallway into
that room there. Got it? Yeah.
So, that's the plan.
We take the thermal burst
from a direct sunblast,
bounce it off a couple mirrors
into a door,
focusing it up through
the storm, where it should
burn off the cold air
and break the cycle.
Hopefully, if everything
goes as planned,
storm falls apart.
And if it all goes wrong?
You and I get incinerated
and New York drowns.
Sucky pep talk.
Where you going?
I need to monitor the changes
on-site
to get the most reliable data.
What's with the getup?
It's all we got.
Jenkins and I gotta
open the door and,
let in the sunbeam, so...
it's gonna get a little hot.
Hey, we were all right.
We were fine through the three
months we were on our own?
I mean, this...
This is not gonna kill me.
No, but we weren't fine.
We weren't okay. I...
I don't even know why we went
our separate ways.
It just happens to people.
No, it doesn't. Not to us.
It's not happening.
I'll see you on
the other side, Cassie.
You better.
Jones.
Cowboy.
All right.
Let's go save the day.
We need power. Go!
Come on, come on, come on,
come on.
Let me know when you've got it.
Got it.
Okay.
Okay, it's a Category 5,
and it's not slowing down.
We've got about 5 minutes
before it's too big
for our numbers to work.
Copy that. We're on our way.
You should arrive directly
at the focus. Good luck.
Tesla Hoop.
It'll downstep the energy,
keep us from melting.
Where are we? Well, we needed something
metal to conduct the energy,
and it needed to be pointed up.
You remembered!
You did say you wanted to visit!
And... go!
It's done.
Shut it down.
Yeah.
Look at this.
Look.
All right.
Sorry, wait. No, not...
Jenkins!
I didn't...
Seeing as that's
a rainbow from a magic storm,
you don't suppose there's
a real pot of gold
at the end of it?
Don't ever change, Jones.
Why would I?
Guys, I think we screwed up.
Yeah.
We let Prospero get away.
No, we didn't work together.
It was dumb and petty.
You're right. We missed all
the clues the Library gave us,
which we would've had if we had
been sharing information,
working together.
So we learn from it.
That's all.
You're not ticked off?
I'm always a little ticked off,
but we're all in one piece.
And the innocents are saved.
Take the win.
We should've listened to you.
Yeah, I should've gone
after him.
We saved New York.
Could've done that without me.
We didn't wanna do it
without you.
We needed you.
Your friends needed you.
I don't...
I needed you.
Well, I haven't really been
needed by people
for a very long time.
I know. It takes
some getting used to.
Now, tactical assessment.
An immortal magician
from Shakespeare's plays
has teamed up
with a supervillain genius
that he's pulled from literature
to take advantage of the fact
that magic has returned to
the world to restore his power,
and to accomplish some sort of
unknowable and yet terrifying
plot for world domination.
So Tuesday then?
Your average Tuesday.
Yeah. What are we gonna do
about it?
We're gonna try to stop him.
Okay, let's go home
and make some plans.
I already have a few ideas.
Save them for the meeting.
Meeting? Yeah,
I don't really like meetings.
No one does, Flynn.
No one does.
ancient world of wonders.
The Sword's rejoined the Stone.
Magic's coming back.
The ley lines have reopened.
I have need of your genius, sir.
No. No, no, this can't be right.
Really? Another one?
The Temple of Agamanzo should be
just through the village.
Village?
You didn't mention any village.
I know. That's because
the Temple's the best bit.
Death traps,
possibly even mummies.
You know how I love mummies.
Almost too much.
You can't love mummies too much.
Okay, but we need recon.
Do these villagers
know about the temple?
Do they worship it?
How do they feel about
strangers mucking around
with their mummies?
Eve, trust me.
They'll never know we were here.
They know we're here!
They probably noticed when
you made the volcano erupt!
It was a very small volcano.
Welcome back.
Was the expedition successful?
Yes.
Absolutely not!
Yes, 'cause we got
the Idol of Agamanzo.
No, we were not supposed to just
open up secret passages,
setting off alarms leading to,
you know, volcano.
Secret passages that led
to Idol of Agamanzo, Eve,
and it was fun. It's always
fun, but is it right?
The Library made
more Librarians than ever,
and we haven't seen them
since they left.
Eve...
Maybe we should check on them.
Don't worry.
They're out there that way,
doing what Librarians do,
getting the artifacts and being...
It's not just that.
We have been running
since the day
the Serpent Brotherhood invaded
the Library until the moment
you brought it back
from the void.
Maybe we're in emergency mode,
just reacting instead of acting.
You're avoiding.
I'm reading.
Shipwreck exhibit
at the Museum of History
in New York.
Big party for the unveiling.
I did my graduate work there.
Actually, funny story...
First mission as a Librarian,
I end up in that very same...
Coincidence
or sinister alignment?
Let's find out.
Put on your best party jumpsuit.
We're going on a date.
No, they're Librarians.
They're fine.
All I'm saying is this sort of
energy signature's
radically non-standard.
We've moved well past antimatter
and into some sort of
superstring resonance signature.
If you contain
the fusion reaction
using your superconducting
magnetic coils,
you'll create
a dimensional inversion
that will alter the local laws
of physics
in unexpected
and randomized ways.
Look, Miss Cillian,
I've read your figures,
and they seem to add up,
but, I'm afraid I cannot
support your conclusions.
The effects you describe,
I mean to say
they sound more like...
Magic?
Yeah.
I swear, I heard something.
Come on, patrols on every floor,
infrared on the elevator,
motion sensors in this corridor,
128-bit encryption
on the main door.
Nobody's getting in.
How 'bout out?
Can I go out?
Grab that, would you?
"Clipping Book."
Yeah, something a mate of mine
invented, but I took it digital.
Thanks, fellas.
Security breach.
Security breach in sector 5.
Report back to me.
Forget to bring something
to New York?
How'd you know I was
going to New York?
Mr. Stone,
I wasn't aware. Welcome back.
Thank you. Evil doll.
Well, gotta get cleaned up.
Going to a museum. A museum?
Well, that's a co...
Mr. Jenkins!
Miss Cillian, a pleasure.
You should know...
Can we talk after I get back?
It's a short notice mission,
and I need to check my phone
and check some reference materials.
Of course.
Jenkins,
great to see you, too, mate.
Love what you've done
with the place.
I assume
we're dialing up New York.
Nice guess, but I've got this.
I brought you into the 21st century.
Destination set. New York.
You're welcome.
Mwah. Probably should've done
that when I came in. Sorry.
So good to see you.
Understandable.
You already dialed up
New York for me.
You're the best.
Jenkins, can you dial me up?
New York, sir? Already done.
Well, thank you.
Listen, when I get back,
we'll grab a beer?
Or me... or what... okay.
Isola Perduta, lost off
the coast of Italy in the 1600s.
Found with a surprising amount
of cargo still intact.
You know, just once it would be
nice to come to a major city
when we're not trying to defeat
existential magic evil.
The tourist stuff, go to a show,
see the Statue of Liberty.
You know, we used to throw these
kind of parties all the time.
New exhibit brings in
the fundraisers.
Gives the bigwigs a chance
to rub elbows
with the rock star archivists
and librarians.
Every girl's dream.
Your wallet.
Ezekiel Jones!
Still pushing your luck.
Colonel! Still
a terrifyingly powerful grip.
What scheme are you up to here?
Librarian business.
Clipping Book sent me.
Really?
Me, too!
Hi, Red.
Hey.
Look at you.
Thought you were together.
Yeah, we were, but we, kind
of split up after Peru. Flynn.
Jacob.
Boom.
So museum? I mean,
what's going down big enough
where they need
every Librarian in the world?
Whoo!
You just missed the weather.
Boy, I was about to lock up.
You folks all right?
Yeah, thank you, Terry.
Lock up?
Well, yeah,
the reports are coming in.
Winds 50 miles an hour.
It's enough to rip the doors
right off the hinges.
Let's find out
what this shipwreck
has to do with this storm.
Shipwreck? I'm not...
My Clippings Book is about
a chess set
that was donated to the museum,
a set from Milan.
Yeah, and mine is
about the new high-frequency
weather sonar equipment
in the museum's
National Weather Service Station
on the roof.
There's a bunch
of Italian diplomats here,
including the family who owned
the old wreck's shipping company
back in the day.
Daughter's wearing
some earrings, pearl,
family heirlooms.
Well, let's pool
our resources and...
Or we could just each
do our own job.
O-okay, what is this?
I mean, no offense,
but I've been doing
the Librarian thing
solo for a while now.
Kind of got my own style.
- I'm sorry. Come again?
- I kinda got my own style.
Yeah, and I'm just
very focused on...
They're Librarians.
This is what they do.
Off, the lot of you.
Divide and conquer.
Okay. This worries me.
This way you and I...
Ladies and gentlemen,
I've been asked to forward
that due to some rather rapid
and extreme flooding,
the streets are being kept clear
in order to evacuate the lower
lying areas of Manhattan.
No vehicle will be allowed
on the streets.
So unfortunately, we will not
be allowing anyone to leave.
Now I'm sure this is temporary,
and there's no cause for alarm,
as the museum is
all perfectly safe.
If not a bit dramatic.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Excuse me. Can you tell me
where the Japanese art...
Yes, you just go out
that door, make a left...
Shall we?
Okay, where's...
I'm a Librarian.
I'm here to get weather patter...
Hi, I'm a Librarian.
I'm here to get data on
weather patterns
over metropolitan areas.
Hi there.
Italian delegation, right?
Actual royalty.
That's unreal.
You have 30 seconds
to be interesting.
I like your earrings.
Are they, antiques?
You opened with a question.
Rare enough among men
to pique my curiosity.
Yes, thank you.
They've been in my family
for centuries.
Blah, blah, blah, earrings.
They have a name...
Gli occhi scintillanti.
And, do you have a name?
You're growing less interesting.
Hi, I'm a Librarian.
I'm here to get...
Hi, I'm a Librarian.
I'm here to gather data
on weather patterns
in metropolitan areas.
Hi, I'm a Libr...
Hi, okay.
Hi, I'm a Librarian.
Get out while you can!
Isn't it kinda weird to leave
a weather station
when there's a really
cool storm happening?
By "cool storm," you mean
freak nightmare cyclone
that's gonna rip this
little half-shell
right off the roof of
this building then, no.
Not weird at all.
Okay, I-I...
Save yourself!
Okay.
I don't suppose anyone wants
to tell me
where the new sonar is.
And... perfect.
Checking these artifacts
may take a while.
Maybe we should ask
for some help.
I don't need any help.
Background information,
research, planning,
useful trinkets of...
Excuse me. Do you know
who put this display together?
No need.
It's this gentleman here.
Mr. James Worth,
visiting Professor
of antiquities
from Oxford University.
Well done. Marvelous trick.
Tell me, how did you do it?
Well, elementary, actually.
I noticed your London accent
when you made the announcement
about the weather, and I
couldn't help but to notice
that you have a little
baby powder on your hands
and on your sleeve.
Baby powder on the hands,
making it easier
to remove the tight latex gloves
often worn
by artifact restorers.
Now you might be
part of the research team,
but you're circulating
among the guests,
which implies that you're
in a position of authority.
When I glanced at the placard,
which lists everyone
who worked on the project,
only one scientist graduated
from a British university...
Oxford, in fact...
Mr. James Worth.
Amazing. Amazing.
Flynn Carsen, Librarian.
I'm sorry,
what with the who now?
As you entered,
you glanced past the rather
gaudy Alexandrine vase
to admire the more subtle,
yet much rarer,
Mesopotamian broach, revealing
you are a man of deep education.
A mere scholar? No.
Your kerchief is out of a style
handmade in Tripoli.
You have the distinctive
sun damage of a man
who spent time in the Himalayas,
and yet, I do believe that
is a bit of Australian
red dirt on your shoes.
Sun damage? I moisturize.
So... a traveler.
But you have multiple
small burns on your left hand,
the type I generally see
on scientists
from grabbing a test tube
prematurely off burners.
Ha! I've seen you do that!
And your pin is the symbol
for calculus integration,
chosen for your fondness,
I deduce,
in physics and mathematics.
A man with such a wide range
of specialities,
traveling the world,
could be anyone.
I lip-read that woman.
Yes, I can.
That woman asked you
where the Japanese art room was.
You directed her to
the East Wing.
But it was moved
to the West Wing
shortly after
the pyramid display
was completed 10 years ago,
implying, of course,
that you knew the museum
when you worked on that display,
but never returned
after it was complete.
Infamously, there was one
brilliant polymath
who worked on that display
who disappeared shortly after.
One Flynn Carsen.
The Librarian part?
Beeswax used in
the restoration of rare books.
Left lapel. He rubs his fingers
these absently while working.
Elementary, my dear Carsen.
And you, I deduce...
are a Duchess.
Really?
Or the assembled royalty.
And yet, you outshine them all.
You call that a deduction?
She's not a Duchess.
She's an ordinary person.
Her accent should've
given it away like that.
Well, my mistake then.
You have outdone me, sir.
You were inquiring
about the background
of some of the artifacts.
Yes, please. Thank you.
Lipreading's not that hard.
I can do it.
Those two women over there...
"Where are the snuffy pom poms?"
"I've never circled square Idaho
in the blueberry cupcake."
Nothing to it.
Yes!
Megastorm, not kidding.
There is the new sonar.
It's... in the storm.
Mr. Jenkins,
are you getting this?
Yes, indeed. Very odd.
There's no mathematical constant
that I can derive
from the waveform
that would give us a clue
to what's causing it.
Miss Cillian, do me a favor.
Just put aside your logic
and your mathematics
for a moment.
What? No.
I like my math and logic.
They help me sleep at night.
They're like a teddy bear.
I mean,
like a teddy bear made of
isosceles triangles
and electrons.
Yes, yes, yes, I know.
But just listen.
What does that
sound like to you?
It sounds...
sad.
Precisely.
Good. Hey, did you find
what you were looking for?
Maybe. I don't know. Listen,
do me a favor, would you?
Can you write down
the, relative densities
of ivory, onyx, gypsum,
any... any... any stone
you might think somebody'd
make a chess piece out of.
You could look this up
on your own.
Yeah, but you're faster
than the internet.
You know that.
Hey, could you write down
some Italian cultural... stuff?
You know, paintings, poems by
those poncy lads you like.
I'm trying to make some headway
with the Italian bird,
get a shot at her earrings,
but I'm getting nowhere.
Why did we stop doing this?
Working together?
Because you kept
ordering me around.
I wasn't... I'm not...
I wasn't ordering you around.
I was trying to get you
to stick to the plan, Jones!
Yeah, by ordering me around.
And then Cassandra kept
taking your side...
What? No. No, I just tried to
get you two to stop arguing.
Blame it on her again? Man, that's the whole thing.
No, I'm not blaming her. I'm blaming both of you...
You never take responsibility for your own
Guys, guys, guys. We're doing it again.
We worked so well together
at the Library.
Why couldn't we do it
when we were on our own?
Like something was missing.
The Isola Perduta, it went down
after visiting five ports
in the Mediterranean.
So its cargo is a wondrous mix
of European products
from the 1600s.
Which seems a little odd
given the fact
of a ship of this tonnage
would just be tooling around
the Mediterranean.
Excuse me. I have not seen
anything out of the ordinary
or anything that could be
causing this storm.
You might wanna ask James.
He seems very informed.
Professor Worth, that is a
bottle of rum. So it is.
English rum.
The Isola Perduta didn't just
sail the Mediterranean,
it went to England
as I suspected.
It had English cargo.
That would explain why we've had
difficulty identifying
some of the artifacts.
You've had difficulty
identifying some
of the artifacts.
Well, don't take it so hard.
I would be happy to assist.
Where is the ship's manifest?
In the archive room, along with
the rest of the artifacts.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to distract him.
He's kind of
permanently distracted.
Anyway, do you know anything
about this famous
chess set from Milan?
A bit. How about I educate you
over some drinks?
Thanks, man.
Thank you, Terry.
So you're doing work
during a party?
You're one dedicated fella.
Dropped your book.
No, it's not mine.
I-I found it upstairs outside.
Just leave it
for lost and found.
Hello.
Absolutely
my favorite art style.
I'm cuckoo for rococo.
You have proven far more amusing
than I thought possible.
Well, take a stroll then?
And you're predictable again.
Just for once, I want a man
to genuinely surprise me.
My mates and I are actually
about to rob the museum.
Would you like to,
see some American crime?
So, Duchess...
You work with Dr. Carsen?
I do now.
I was with a team before.
Why are you no longer with them?
I'm not sure they need me
anymore.
Eve, you can't let others
define you.
You know who you are.
You know what you can do.
Do it and damn the consequences.
Great advice, James.
Speaking of,
I think I should go and see
if your Dr. Carsen
needs any help.
I shall return.
Me escuse. Vorrei farle
alcune domande.
Well, I found the thing that
doesn't belong... this chest.
It was picked up in London
in 1611
and then shipped
to a monastery in Rome.
Yeah. That thing, yes,
deuced challenge.
No x-rays seem
to penetrate it.
Can't seem to open
the damn thing.
Yes, that's because
it has a sigil.
On the lock, a magical symbol.
Certainly you don't
believe in magic.
Well...
Where did you get that book?
The janitor found this.
Well, it...
It's mine. Give it to me.
Well, it's just a copy of
"Sherlock... Holmes."
Where's all the ink? Book, please.
Sir, the book... the book.
I know what you are.
I know the spell
that summoned you.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
You're fictional.
No, no, more than that,
you're a Fictional.
You're a fictional character
brought to life from this world,
your world, into this world.
Dr. Carsen,
that's ludicrous. I-I...
You're Sherlock Holmes!
You have me, sir.
Well played.
Sherlock Holmes. I love you!
I mean... I love your adventures.
I-I love Eve Baird.
I think I love Eve Baird.
We're... we're going
through some stuff.
She's a very complicated woman.
Well, she did say you were
very easily distracted.
A team-up
with Sherlock Holmes!
Why are you here?
To solve the mystery of
this magical box, of course.
Well, let's crack it!
I mean, any many who can solve
the Mystery
of the Five Orange Pips,
am I wrong?
Sherlock Holmes.
I'm surprised that you didn't
recognize that this was a sigil.
Good guy. The owner of the
chess set Stone's looking for?
Right before he died
under mysterious circumstances,
Professor Worth convinced him
to leave his collection
to the museum.
The Italian delegation,
Ezekiel's target,
was invited here
by Professor Worth.
I talked to
the other researchers.
They wanted to show
the British artifacts,
but were talked out of it
by Professor Worth.
All the separate clues
the Librarians are looking for,
he put into place.
He is the mastermind.
Mastermind.
Professor James Moriarty...
at your service.
You're the genius,
but she's the detective
who unraveled the plot.
Well done, Duchess.
Don't "Duchess" me, pal.
Professor Moriarty...
He's fictional!
Fictional character
come to life.
Very magical beings.
He came from this book.
If he's the threat,
why did the Clipping Book
send the Librarians on
four different missions?
What is he up to?
I don't know.
I've read a lot
about Fictionals,
but I've never actually met one.
I don't suppose you care
to enlighten us.
Monologue my scheme like some
penny dreadful villain?
Give me some credit.
I've got to get this book
to Jenkins.
I'll round up the others.
They should be done with
their scavenger hunt by now.
Can we leave him?
Wouldn't go anywhere
without your leave, Duchess.
International crime, car chases,
sometimes we even
jump out of airplanes.
Yeah, it's a very
"Thomas Crown Affair" here.
So exciting.
Does, um, one of you
dance through the lasers now?
One second.
What are you doing?
This chess set's from Milan.
It's made out of ivory
and pearl blend.
I can't tell the finishes from,
like, five other varieties so...
Bingo. I checked all
the density comparison.
All right, that explains it.
Explains what?
That's way out of your league,
bro.
Mate, you don't even know
my league.
That's major league, son.
That's the bigs.
Okay, that's where the grown men
play. You're down here.
Little league, T-ball.
Man, you can't even find
a chess set.
I got mine.
Where are your pearl earrings?
Do not.
I'm just, you know what?
I'm not... I'm not even gonna...
I'm gonna let it breathe.
Fictionals.
They stay to themselves.
Pulled from books into a world
they do not understand.
They tend not to adjust well.
Well, Moriarty's doing
just fine.
He got himself a fake identity,
set himself up
to collect all the pieces.
Pieces to what?
I don't know.
Well, I would posit, sir,
that Moriarty had help.
There are two types
of Fictionals.
Someone summoned him
from this book.
They called him into this world.
And the other kind? Much older.
Much more powerful.
Iconic characters whose stories
are so well told, so famous,
so well-written that they emerge
into this reality
under their own power.
They walk among us.
Mostly hidden.
Not very many of those.
So there was another
Fictional at the party.
I just have to figure out who.
Sir, beware,
Fictionals are bound,
but also empowered
by their stories.
You could trap them within
the rules of their own tales.
But they can be
extremely powerful
if their narrative
matches the real world.
Your mystery villain may be
trying to gather parts
of his story to gain strength.
To what end?
That would depend on what
character you're dealing with.
Cassandra, I lost the Itali...
You're right.
That is incredible.
I always wanted to
study science.
You shouldn't let anyone
stop you.
You know, you gotta follow
your dreams.
You really think so?
Yeah. I mean, if you believe it,
you can do anything.
Thank you so much.
Here's my number.
And if you're ever in Milan,
just call me, okay?
Thank you.
Ciao, bella.
She seemed nice.
Wow.
Flynn and Baird
have gotta hear this.
Did you find them?
There they are.
It's a voice in the storm.
I thought it was just a sound,
but I refined it down.
It's a voice.
Master, I have done thy bidding.
Master,
I have brought the storm.
All will be consumed. So the
storm is being controlled
by some sort of wind spirit?
Italian nobles stranded by
a storm,
a storm summoned by a spirit.
The Isola Perduta,
the "lost island."
What were the earrings
made out of?
Pearl. They even had a name,
occhi scin...
Eyes. "These pearls that were
your father's eyes."
And you got Moriarty to get
all the elements together
to make him even stronger.
Did you get the chess set from Milan?
I got it.
Yeah, it's all here...
but the White King.
The King from Milan,
the shipwreck, the earrings,
the storm summoned by a spirit.
Prospero.
Prospero, Shakespeare's magician
from "The Tempest."
Shakespeare's fictional wizard.
Long story. No time to talk.
Let's get going.
Get back to the annex.
Tell Jenkins.
The Library wasn't tell us
to collect these things.
The Library was telling us
to keep them away from Prospero!
And we failed.
He's controlling the storm,
and he's getting stronger
by the second.
I'll shake down Moriarty. You? The roof.
He'll head to the roof.
Prospero,
you don't have to do this.
You renounced your magic.
Y-you drowned your book.
You broke your staff.
I did those deeds because
my author wrote it thus.
He gave me life, and then
he stripped me of my power
to end his foul tale.
Shakespeare broke my staff.
He drowned my book.
He left me cursed to wander
through the centuries
alone and weak.
You still have to play by
the rules of your story.
A story writ when magic
was dying, almost gone.
But when magic came back...
Magic returned
into the ley lines
that surrounded the world.
I had wandered for centuries
as a mere human.
But that night,
my power came back.
A little power, but just enough
to call a mastermind
to aid my schemes.
I have need of your genius, sir.
He set the pieces in motion
to help me find my book
and break its seals.
Moriarty.
Enough power to find and bind
this sprite,
my servant Ariel,
so that I could make this storm
which sets the stage
of my rebirth.
You still have to play by
the rules of your story,
and your story does not
end like this.
My author's dead,
and magic's back.
Know this...
I write my own ending!
Hell of a woman.
Damn.
Why'd you make me do that?
Duchess...
One thing, remember...
That's not how my story ends.
My book restored,
I wield enormous power.
And when I find my staff,
this world is mine.
O my sprite!
Descend and serve again
thy master
bound till I release thee.
Come hither, Ariel!
My word is bond,
fair island fey.
Obey and take us far away.
With me, villain!
Villain?
I always preferred antagonist.
What are you doing?
I gotta get after them
before it closes!
You are not following them alone.
Well, then, jump with me!
Great. Now they can be
anywhere in the world.
We have a bigger problem.
What could be
a bigger problem than...
Good, you made it
out of the city.
Well, we can go through
the door, but that leaves
7 million people
stuck in Hurricane Ariel.
Why hasn't that storm stopped
now that
its fairy engine is gone?
Because a storm of that
magnitude is self-sustaining.
Ariel brought it to New York,
controlled it,
but it's actually far more
dangerous with him gone.
Him gone? Her gone?
Ariel's been presented
both male and female. I...
Focusing, focusing.
It takes in hot air
and distributes cold air,
like it's breathing.
And it will dissipate,
but when it does,
it's gonna spin off tornados
just to get rid of
the kinetic energy.
So whatever's not flooded
gets shredded. Aces!
Prospero? He got away.
It's nobody's fault.
It's Eve's fault,
but let's move on.
The important thing now is
to figure out
how to stop this storm.
How do we do it?
People don't have
great track records
at stopping hurricanes.
Well, they haven't had
the resources of the Library.
Zeus's lightning bolt.
Destructive, but not nearly
large scale enough.
Could we blow it away,
like off the island?
Thor's hammer, in theory.
No, that would...
That would wipe half
of New York into the sea.
Wait, if it breathes,
can we kill it?
The hot and cold are balanced,
but if we dump enough heat
into the storm,
it'll break apart.
That would take an enormous
amount of hot air.
I wouldn't even know how to
superheat something like that.
It would take a second sun.
I totally forgot we have one of those.
You remember we have one of those.
We have a sun?
Yes, in the Sun Room.
What else would one store
in a Sun Room?
Magazines, cozy chairs, mimosas?
We need to figure out
how to focus it.
Cassandra,
can you calculate what
the thermal energy would be?
Jenkins, come with me.
Jones, start reprogramming
the back door. Stone, come on!
I've got a cunning plan.
Frozen Land of Giants!
Lost Jungle Kingdom.
Hive of Giant Bees!
Why do we even have that door?
Sun Room!
Found it. Okay,
trapped Nemesis star by
Einstein and Feynman in 1952
before it destroyed the Earth
using technology
from the Roswell project.
I thought Roswell was aliens.
It's never aliens.
Give me your phone.
Mr. Jenkins,
would you please
program your back door
technology controls...
to that door right there?
The focus.
You do have a flair, sir.
Mr. Jones, can you patch in
Cassandra and Baird's
conversations
to the overall intercom system?
Stone.
Yeah.
Take a knee.
I need you to get
Judson's Mirror.
Bring it back here
with the Glass of Narcissus.
They have to be lined up
perfectly if we're gonna try
and direct the energy
from that room, bounce it
all the way down the hallway into
that room there. Got it? Yeah.
So, that's the plan.
We take the thermal burst
from a direct sunblast,
bounce it off a couple mirrors
into a door,
focusing it up through
the storm, where it should
burn off the cold air
and break the cycle.
Hopefully, if everything
goes as planned,
storm falls apart.
And if it all goes wrong?
You and I get incinerated
and New York drowns.
Sucky pep talk.
Where you going?
I need to monitor the changes
on-site
to get the most reliable data.
What's with the getup?
It's all we got.
Jenkins and I gotta
open the door and,
let in the sunbeam, so...
it's gonna get a little hot.
Hey, we were all right.
We were fine through the three
months we were on our own?
I mean, this...
This is not gonna kill me.
No, but we weren't fine.
We weren't okay. I...
I don't even know why we went
our separate ways.
It just happens to people.
No, it doesn't. Not to us.
It's not happening.
I'll see you on
the other side, Cassie.
You better.
Jones.
Cowboy.
All right.
Let's go save the day.
We need power. Go!
Come on, come on, come on,
come on.
Let me know when you've got it.
Got it.
Okay.
Okay, it's a Category 5,
and it's not slowing down.
We've got about 5 minutes
before it's too big
for our numbers to work.
Copy that. We're on our way.
You should arrive directly
at the focus. Good luck.
Tesla Hoop.
It'll downstep the energy,
keep us from melting.
Where are we? Well, we needed something
metal to conduct the energy,
and it needed to be pointed up.
You remembered!
You did say you wanted to visit!
And... go!
It's done.
Shut it down.
Yeah.
Look at this.
Look.
All right.
Sorry, wait. No, not...
Jenkins!
I didn't...
Seeing as that's
a rainbow from a magic storm,
you don't suppose there's
a real pot of gold
at the end of it?
Don't ever change, Jones.
Why would I?
Guys, I think we screwed up.
Yeah.
We let Prospero get away.
No, we didn't work together.
It was dumb and petty.
You're right. We missed all
the clues the Library gave us,
which we would've had if we had
been sharing information,
working together.
So we learn from it.
That's all.
You're not ticked off?
I'm always a little ticked off,
but we're all in one piece.
And the innocents are saved.
Take the win.
We should've listened to you.
Yeah, I should've gone
after him.
We saved New York.
Could've done that without me.
We didn't wanna do it
without you.
We needed you.
Your friends needed you.
I don't...
I needed you.
Well, I haven't really been
needed by people
for a very long time.
I know. It takes
some getting used to.
Now, tactical assessment.
An immortal magician
from Shakespeare's plays
has teamed up
with a supervillain genius
that he's pulled from literature
to take advantage of the fact
that magic has returned to
the world to restore his power,
and to accomplish some sort of
unknowable and yet terrifying
plot for world domination.
So Tuesday then?
Your average Tuesday.
Yeah. What are we gonna do
about it?
We're gonna try to stop him.
Okay, let's go home
and make some plans.
I already have a few ideas.
Save them for the meeting.
Meeting? Yeah,
I don't really like meetings.
No one does, Flynn.
No one does.