The Librarians (2014–2018): Season 2, Episode 10 - And the Final Curtain - full transcript

Librarians, talk to me!
What's happening?

No response on any
military signal protocol.

These are secure links
through buried cables

of hardened cell towers.

It's supposed to work
during a nuclear war.

Okay, all military
communications are down.

- What else?!
- No Internet.

You can push the signals
through the physical pipes,

but the nodes aren't responding.

The Internet is gone. Welcome to 1995.

Ooh, I hope not.



I made some very poor bicycle
pant choices back in '95.

There are no good bicycle pant choices.

I just got into the
conduits in the street.

There ain't no electricity.
I mean, at all.

I'm gonna go back. I'm gonna try
to find the difference

between the alternating
and direct currents.

Maybe just a-a battery
that'll hold a change.

This isn't 1995. This is 1859.

Carrington Event.

Massive solar flare that supercharged

the Earth's electromagnetic field

causing anything even remotely
electric to become fried?

Telegraph machines bursting into flames,

sparks dancing along telephone lines.



This is just a modern-day
version, frying computer chips.

Okay, well, that would just
burn out electronics,

not keep electricity itself from working.

No, no, no, no, it's a
magic Carrington Event.

You see, instead of
electromagnetic energy,

Prospero has infused the atmosphere

with electromagic energy
rewriting the laws of physics.

Right now nothing electronic is working.

If this continues, it
may never work again.

We never get technology back. Ever.

He's remaking the world.

Into what?

A forest.

Cassandra's managed to
link into some satellites

that are above the ionosphere,

so out of the effect of the ley lines.

- Ah.
- They can't send or receive signals,

but new satellites with live broadcasts,

they have a video buffer.

They retain a certain amount
of data before broadcasting it.

So we can see the news from
right before it got cut out.

Good Intel.

As we are seeing below us,

a giant forest is growing
out of downtown...

Giant forest.

Yes.

And at this rate,

he will turn the entire world

into an arboreal paradise within days.

Maybe a few hours.

Well, we're luck... Jeez.

Dangerous?

- No.
- It's just lucky

that he's only using the
Staff of Zarathustra

to aid him in his spells,

'cause if it had been the
original Staff of Power,

it would be a lot worse.

Wait, could we use the Staff
of Power to reverse this?

Uh, yes, that probably would be

the only artifact with enough power,

but as you know it's
broken back in 1611.

In fact, I will make a
list of all the artifacts

that have enough power.

It may take me a second.

That's your left-hand handwriting.

Yes.

Where's the note we found,
Jenkins, from the broken staff?

Uh, top right drawer, Colonel.

Write this with your left hand.

"Not yet..."

- "Not yet..."
- "Not yet..."

- "...but soon..."
- "...but soon..."

"...and long ago.
I pray your journey..."

"I pray your journey..."

- "...does not end..."
- "...does not end..."

"...in woe."

Whoa.

Whoa.

- Whoa.
- That's your handwriting.

- That's my left-hand writing.
- Left-hand handwriting, yes.

I just didn't... I didn't recognize it.

I wrote that note to
myself in the past?

I know when the staff pieces are.

- Where?
- Not where. When.

What the devil are you doing?

The eternal forest

within which men and women find joy,

simplicity, their true nature.

'Tis a happy ending for all humanity,

I gift to thee.

I'm more of a city villain
than a country bumpkin.

You asked for refuge,
and I gave it to you.

I took mercy on the
Librarians as you asked.

'Tis no fault of mine
you cannot hold a spell.

This is not your story.

What?

There is nothing in the
play "The Tempest"

that says this is what you want,

what Prospero wants.

No, this?

This is someone else's dream.

You know not my mind!

Arrogant knave!

I summoned thee and I can crush thee!

You will see.

You will all see...

in time.

Is this the time machine room?

Of course, it's the time machine room.

The Library has to have
a time machine room.

These are all time machines?

All locked down and taken apart

to make sure that they
never, ever work again.

All their owners tried
to change history,

got caught in temporal loops
because you can never,

ever, ever violate causality.

The very first time traveler learned

that if you change any
event in the past,

any event of significance in the past,

your timeline collapses,

your entire history wiped out.

That's why you left the vague note.

Future me knew that past me
was going to John Dee's estate,

but I couldn't tell past me
because that would violate

the chain of events leading present me

to know that future me
was going into the past.

- I'm going to hate time travel, aren't I?
- A lot.

Ah! Here we go. This is the one.

We do have a little wiggle room, however...

because we know the staff is broken.

But we don't know how.

And we only vaguely know when.

So there's a lot of
uncertainty in the story.

So if we borrow the staff,
bring it back to the present,

use it to defeat Prospero,

and then break it
without anybody knowing,

we didn't violate any rules.
It's Schroedinger's Cat.

No, he's upstairs in the
Theoretical Animals wing.

- He's alive?
- And if we screw up?

Grab that base.

Then we suffer the fate

of the very first time traveler.

Dr. Pinkerton Chantasaur.

Was the world originally ruled
by talking dinosaurs, Flynn?

Were we all dinosaurs?

- Don't even think about it.
- Was there a dinosaur me?

I said don't think about it.

Remember, in 1611, they didn't, um...

You know, don't do anything
that's gonna change history.

Don't say anything to anybody
that's gonna violate

cause and effect that's
gonna tell people

- what's gonna happen.
- Right. Cause and effect.

All right, all right, all right.

Hey, you're gonna be there
at the Library in 1611,

- right, Jenkins?
- Uh, no.

No, I had a midlife crisis
during the Elizabethan era.

I was a mess.

Yeah, well, we're not
going to the Library.

I'm calibrating this for
Prospero's first manifestation.

If we can figure out how
Shakespeare creates Prospero,

then we grab the staff...

That should bring us home.

Or in 1611, we just stop
Prospero from ever...

No, no, no, no, 'cause then,
we wouldn't have to go back

and then we wouldn't
have stopped Prospero.

Then we wouldn't have to go back

and then we wouldn't have
stopped Prospero.

Then we'd have to go back
and we wouldn't stop Prospero.

I'm really gonna hate time travel.

The good news is that
no matter how much time

we spend in the past, we
return to this very moment.

From your perspective,
we're gone no time at all.

5-second drift, maybe.
We'll be back 5 seconds, tops.

What if you don't make it back?

Hmm.

That's why you're staying.

If we don't come back, you
have to stop Prospero somehow.

I have faith in you.

You've trained for this.

Aah!

How will they get back?

- One second.
- They're not.

Two.

I mean, there has to
be another way, right?

Three.

Each time machine carves
its own path through time.

- Four.
- You must use the same machine to return.

- That's five.
- Wh...

The sphere... it's... destroyed.

They're never, ever coming back.

Do you see that?

Ghosts from the past.

Not spirits. We see the past itself.

How?

This place is the seat of my power,

where I first became real.

Someone has connected
that moment and this.

Someone... walks through time.

Could someone strike
you down in the past?

They could.

I have one last mission for you, villain.

Oh, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay. Say they're not coming back.

But they are coming back.

How would Colonel Baird run this?

She would observe.

She'd put the facts together.

There are no facts.

We've researched Prospero
and Fictionals for months,

and we came up empty.

All we learned is they can't
be destroyed, only banished.

Prospero's been around 500 years.

We would need an incredibly
powerful personal link.

We have a clue... the note.

The one hint Flynn sent
himself from the future.

I mean, there's no way that
it just has one meaning, right?

It's just parchment.

Also with linen weave.
It's royal quality.

Look at that. It's a crest, watermark.

Why not just write,
"Hey, guys, I'm in the past.

Here's how you defeat Prospero"?

Well, if Mr. Carsen,
through some misadventure,

had found this note before
that day in New York,

had he identified Prospero any earlier,

if that day had been
different in any way...

Paradox.

We have to figure this out as we go.

All right.

The Count and Countess Pembroke.

Pembroke.

Why does that name
sound familiar to me?

Mary Sidney.

Wilton House.

Fire up the back door.
We just got our first clue.

- We're somewhere.
- Or some when.

Do not try and make that a thing.

Who be you, then?

Your garb is strange.

And why does the tall boy
wear his hair such?

"Boy"?

Average height
for a man in 1611 is 5'5".

For a woman it's only 5 feet.
Let me do all the talking.

I'm a master of dialects.

Prithee sirrahs,

we are but humble travelers

upon yon road come forthwith
from Londontowne,

whence we purchased
these robes of foreign soils.

Spies. They're clearly spies, right?

Right.

Foreign spies!

Masterful dialecting.
Dialected the hell out of that.

God, this man smells very bad!

Well, don't hurt him too badly.
He could be an ancestor.

Aid! Aid!

Ugh, ugh! It's on me!
His smell is on me!

Like, like, like, like a bad ham
drank burnt coffee

and then jogged 5 miles in old underwear

he never took off ever!

They never
really talk about that

in the old movies about time travel.

The past stinks.

Also, they're going to be
a surprising amount of pus.

Now put on that man's clothes.

Uh, no, no, no, no, no, no. No way.

- Nope, nope, nope, nope. nope.
- Eve, you have flawless skin.

And you're a foot and a half

taller than any other woman around,

and you're wearing pants.
You're not gonna fit in.

Uhh!

Come with me if you want to live.

Please do not tell me that is
a robot from the future.

I could not process that right now.

Prospero.

Where's Moriarty?

I'm betting he sent him back
in time to stop Flynn and Baird.

We can't warn them.

We can only send messages
one way through time...

forward, the long way around.

Colonel Baird and Mr. Carsen
can fend for themselves.

We need to get inside Wilton House.

Of course,
the Wilton House.

The Countess Pembroke, Mary Sidney,

she was one of Shakespeare's patrons.

In fact, his troupe used to come
here in summer from London.

London...
Thank you very much.

London in the
summer can get a bit plague-y.

And that is rat.

Very, very ratty.

The first performance of
Shakespeare's "Tempest"

is here today.

The moment Prospero magically
emerges from the page.

Why are you being so chummy?

I tricked Prospero into
sending me here as his agent.

I want you to help me destroy him.

You've betrayed us in the past.

The future past.
Oh, man, I hate time travel.

I didn't think you
stood a chance before,

but I deduce you're here
for the Staff of Power.

- I have a plan.
- I also have a plan.

We find Shakespeare,

we discover how he
accidentally creates Prospero,

we grab the Staff of Power,

we return to the future where
we defeat Prospero there,

and then we come back with
the Staff of Power and hopefully

don't violate causality.

I have a far simpler plan

and a much more
convincing British accent.

Ooh, two for two.

We are still in need of
players for the new work,

and the author shall hear you read.

Oh!

Oh, my God.

Did you hear that, Eve?
We get to audition as actors.

I am pretty much
guaranteed to get a part,

so that means access to Shakespeare.

And we shouldn't just
try and stop Prospero?

Somebody did. He was
powerless for centuries.

No, we can't risk
that somebody else is meant to.

Say, which do you prefer?
Yay or nay or yay or... nay.

Nay. Good time. Here.

We wait for Prospero
to show up, we get the staff,

take that back to the future.

And we definitely shouldn't
try and kill Shakespeare.

No, absolutely not. Why...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
He just saved Shakespeare.

Indeed, hold.

The boy speaks the truth.

That gawky fellow has spared my blood

from foulest murder.

A drink for thee. Here.

Do we violate cause and effect

if we talk to Shakespeare?

I gotta be honest, my whole
plan is very fuzzy right now.

He's coming! He's coming!

He's coming.

Um, art thou all right?

He did not hit me with the bolt.

I suffered a fit some months ago.

But my wits, despite what some may say,

are still sharp enough to
detect your odd accent.

Oh. Uh, I-I thought my
accent was pretty good.

No.

Uh, we're Flemish.

From Flanders.

Ja, vay Zane ecta kasskopen, oh!

Of course, yes, I recognize
the cadence now.

Cheers, and drinks for our
friends from Flanders.

Cheers!

Ah! Good wine is a familiar
creature if it be well used.

"Othello."

A familiar creature
with my work, you are.

You have no idea. You have no idea.

Assassin, why expose yourself
before the king arrives?

King James is coming here?

Indeed, to see the very first
performance of my new play.

- That'll prove it to him...
- Absolutely, William, he will see.

Off me! I'm not so weak.

You two sought an audition with me.

Come. You've earned it.

Why didn't you tell me your
plan was to kill Shakespeare?

I thought it was obvious.

Look, Carsen's a fool.

"...was not shaped for sportive tricks,

nor made to court an
amorous looking glass..."

You need to strike Shakespeare down

the first chance that you get.

And doom the future?

Any future where I may yet
serve another, I'll risk.

I don't know, the letters
are different sizes.

- It's tricky.
- Had to be.

The entire scheme depended on Mr. Carsen

not noticing his own clues.

Third letter, first letter,
second letter, fourth letter...

There's no variation to
the alphanumeric cipher.

I mean, it's unlike any
language I've ever seen.

The Fleveh Collection. Flanders,

the largest collection of
Shakespearean objects

on permanent display.

- "Fleve." Flynn and Eve.
- Ah.

Good. We're on the right track.

You know what it means if they sent

this complicated a message
back through time.

It means they knew they
couldn't bring it with them.

They're not coming back.

Then we do right by them.

Aah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah... oh!

I die!

Horatio! Ah!

The potent
poison fair o'er crows

my spirit.

Oh! Ah.

I cannot live...

to hear the news... from England.

Ah!

Blah, blah, blah, Fortinbras.

Not sure why that's all even in there.

Rather important bit, actually.

More or less,

which... have solicited.

Ah, ah! Ah...

The rest... is...

silence!

- I think...
- Now...

Breaks a noble heart.

Oh!

Good night, sweet Prince.

Flights of angels
sing thee to thy rest!

Why?! Why?!

Why?

Scene.

Your sword work is impeccable.

Oh! Oh.

Your... mastery of the text, uh,
honestly unprecedented.

- Oh, my. I can't...
- Uh, your acting...

Ah!

I'm afraid it's just too obvious

English is your second language.

Sorry.

But you, my boy, if
only you'd come to me

before your growth spurt.

That skin, those features.

You would've made
a great Juliet or Portia.

It's so hard to find convincing women.

Or you could just hire female actors.

You Flemish!

You're not just brave,
but jovial.

I must add a Flanders lad
to my next play.

Where did you get that quill?

Oh, a gift from my friend, John Dee.

The wizard, John Dee?

Wizard? Oh, the tales he tells.

This very quill he swears
is from ancient Arabia,

carved from a branch of
the Tree of Knowledge.

Hogwash.

'Tis my good luck charm, though.

I've writ every play with it.

Now we know why he's

the world's greatest writer...
magic pen, kind of a cheat.

Magic
pen wouldn't be enough.

He'd already have to be a genius.

It only boosts his level of writing.

Power, effect, focus.

- Power, focus, effect.
- That's what I meant.

Prospero said he got his Staff of Power

from the Tree of Knowledge.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

Uh, William, sir,

would it be possible for us
to just be perhaps extras

in tonight's production?

Oh, afraid not, lad.

Tonight's far too important.

- We play to keep the king's favor.
- Yes, yes, yes, yes.

The future of the troupe,
my future, depends upon it.

Oh, I'm sure he'll love "The Tempest."

- "The Tempest"?
- That's not the name.

'Tis "The Triumph of Prospero."

Very bad feeling about this.

Hey.

You know, the legend
states that when England

is in its hour of greatest need,

Arthur will return.

"He who wielded Excalibur before

"shall wield it again,
and save all England."

The idea of seeing my friend
again, after all this time...

But Arthur is long dead.

And as Colonel Baird said,
we are on our own.

Only thieves hide
things in plain sight.

Keep checking the surfaces. There has
to be some kind of...

Hey. Hey!

Flynn, he's not gonna just have
the Staff of Power in his props.

He's got a magical pen from John Dee.

Who knows what he could've
picked up in a junk shop?

London is the most
magical city in the world.

A magical artifact in
London is like finding

a toaster at a yard sale.

- You should hear this.
- And to Milan I so return,

with dread art and magicks dire.

To reclaim my throne and
make the world my own.

This is not "The Tempest" I remember.

In this version, Prospero
conquers the world.

It's like he's working
out his issues about

being forced into retirement.

It's like he's trying to
become some kind of, uh...

Magical badass.

I know thou thinks I'm old and feeble,

weak of arm and infirm of mind.

But I am still he who ruled.

I am still the man whose wit
conquered knowledge arcane

and words ruled courts and kings.

Power...

His rage about being
discarded and forgotten.

His wish to be powerful
enough to spite his enemies.

- Focus...
- The magical quill,

the instrument that changes his thoughts

into reality cut from the
Tree of Knowledge itself.

Effect...

I am still the man whose words remake

the very world before your eyes.

I return triumphant!

Prospero!

- Eve...
- Yes, Flynn?

When I say run from the evil wizard...

Running from the evil wizard!

No, no!

Aah!

The witches and the floating dagger.

That's from "Macbeth."

The donkey head, that's
Bottom from "Midsummer's."

Turned a statue, that's,
uh... "Winter's Tale."

Prospero can only do
magic from the plays.

Prospero's a manifestation
of Shakespeare's id.

He's using Shakespeare's imagination.

So it's not so much a
transformation as a possession.

He's being possessed by
one of his own creations.

William, what madness is this?

Not madness, clarity.

My mind, my vision unbound.

King James will be here any moment.

His army marches behind him.

His soldiers will strike you down.

So the king will come
here seeking sanctuary.

I will murder James and
become ruler of all England...

and then the world.

I will not watch you do this.

I grant thy wish.

Murdering King James is
definitely not part of history.

We're gonna need help,
all the help we can get.

Amazing.

This is the first full
manuscript of "The Tempest."

Handwritten.

This quill... I know this wood.

It's the Tree of Knowledge.

All this hidden here
this entire time? Amazing.

I don't understand what we're...
are we supposed to wear this?

Well, Prospero regained his power

with elements of his story.

And Mr. Carsen has given
us another story.

The manuscript, the
quill, they represent...

Shakespeare.

The donkey head.

Bottom, "Midsummer Night's Dream."

Bloke got turned into a man
with a donkey head by magic.

It was a movie.

- Yes.
- I'd have to be, wouldn't it?

Seems like that would be the reason.

Transformation. Now traditionally,

the magic cloak is worn by Prospero.

Carnations?

That's just weird.
It's not a traditional prop.

Matter of fact, in "Winter's Tale,"

there's a woman who rants
about how much she hates them

because they're unnatural.

Unnatural. How?

Because they're two
things grafted together.

Author transformed by magic,
magician, grafted together.

Out there? That's just not Prospero.

He's Shakespeare.

What we have here are
the ritual elements

of an exorcism.

I think we have a fighting chance.

We don't stand a chance.

Well, you certainly
don't, getting yourself

all kerfuffled the way that you have.

I hope you see, Eve, that
he's really not that great.

- I mean, the man is in stocks,
and I'm free. -

The man can't move
and I am free as a bird.

I'm just saying.

Shakespeare has summoned Prospero.

You should've let me kill him.

Actually, Shakespeare
turned into Prospero.

Surprising.

My plan still would've worked, though.

- How 'bout we get me out of these?
- Yes, yes, I'm working on that.

Shakespeare is Prospero. Options.

Well, this explains

Shakespeare's plan in the future.

You see, Shakespeare
was obsessed with forests,

their purity, their happiness.

I was working on it.

This hasn't, uh, changed anything at all.

We just stick to my plan.

We get the Staff of Power,

we use it to get back to the future,

and we stop Prospero there.

Odds are if we strike now,
we can still kill him.

Kill him, kill him, kill him,

said the once and future villain.

I'll have you know, sir,

I do not take kindly to such language.

Well, if we kill him here,
we will never meet him there.

- Well, if you... Stop!
- What?

- Stop. Stop.
- Every time. All day.

- Stop.
- All day long!

Stop! Stop, stop, stop. Stop.

Work together or die alone.

Okay.

What's your plan?

Prospero's story ends
with his staff broken

and book drowned, right?

Right.

Well, then that's what we're gonna do.

- Do you trust him?
- Eh.

- Do you trust me?
- I trust you the most.

Okay, then I'm gonna be honest
and say that I don't think that

even if we get this book,

we're gonna be able to break this staff.

It's gonna take an object
of much greater power.

- How much power?
- Off the top of my head,

I'd say Excalibur, but he's long gone.

You know, there's a story about England

in its greatest time of need...

- Who's there?!
- Shh, shh, shh.

'Tis I.

Your author knew me.

I-I cannot... remember
what the author did or s...

My... my memories are confused.

I offer you a boon.

I am this earth's greatest wizard.

What could you offer me?

I am from the future, sent by you.

I can reveal to you your enemies.

Show you your destiny.

Your great destiny.

Show me.

Eve!

Treachery!

You wish to fly?

Ohh! Uhh!

With pen and book once dear to you,

I summon here great Prospero.

Treachery!

Foolish knight.

You think I would not
sense your weak magics?

Ha! You seek to bind me now that
you've given me my true staff?

Not bind you. Expel you.

What is this?

What we have here are the
ritual elements of an exorcism.

All the world's a stage,

the men and women merely players.

Aah!

If you would drown my
book, do it properly!

Eve!

No! No!

Ah!

You are but a story.

- I... unwrite thee!
- Uhh!

Don't worry.
This isn't how your story ends.

Flynn, his staff is his pen.

Break it, and you can rewrite the story.

You would break my staff?!

Aah!

What have you?! Steel? Fists?!

Excalibur.

You are not Arthur.

Only he can wield that sword, Excalibur.

Flynn!

'Cal, come!

"Of all the wonders I yet had heard,

"it seems to me the most
strange that men should fear,

"seeing that death, a necessary end,

will come when it will come."

It's about rejecting death's power.

It has no power over me.

"I can keep honest counsel, ride, run,

"mar a curious tale in telling it,

"and deliver a plain message bluntly.

"That which ordinary men are fit for,

I am qualified in, and the
best of me is diligence."

It's knowing yourself. Being yourself.

"I'll so offend, to make offence a skill,

redeeming time when men
think least I will."

It's about how becoming the
hero is that much sweeter

when no one expects you to.

You have wielded Excalibur before. When?!

In the future.

Don't worry. Nobody
understands time travel.

His words... those are his words!

No! No!

What kind of sorcery is this?

The pen transformed you once

while you were telling Prospero's story.

Now you hold book and quill
and you hear his words.

This is Shakespeare's story.

Mr. Shakespeare, I presume.

What was that sound?

- 'Cal!
- Wow.

Oh, he's in there somewhere.

But he's just newly born.
Or newly reborn.

It's gonna take him a little while

to get back to full strength.

It's a paradox portal.

- You're alive.
- Kinda.

Greetings from the far
end of five centuries.

There's a hole in the timeline.
Time's trying to repair itself.

Shakespeare needs to
live out his days here

as history remembers.

Great, Will, you step
through to your time,

we'll step through
to ours, all... all good.

I'm afraid not.

Once Master Shakespeare is back in 1611,

the primary paradox is closed.

Timeline requires that he
live out life in the past,

but it will not allow you to return.

- That's not fair.
- Nobody said it would be.

- So what are we gonna do?
- They already know.

Ride safe.

Check your six.

- Take care of each other.
- No.

Steal something shiny.

Leave it somewhere
interesting for me to find.

Don't ever change, Jones.

Why would I?

I, uh...

still don't like you.

Likewise.

- Don't.
- No. Don't.

Ah, I will figure this out.
I will find...

No, don't live your
life for anybody else.

Go have your own adventure.

He who wielded Excalibur
before shall wield it again

and save all of England.

Mr. Carsen, you wielded Excalibur before.

Very well done, sir.

It was a pleasure, Colonel.

Every moment.

Thank you very much for
aiding me with this project.

It's important that we know
if the Library has, indeed,

fully returned.

Yeah, well, it's good if I stay busy.

Keeps my mind off things.

Ah. The others?

The others?

Well, Jones is pretending he's fine.

And Cassandra ain't pretending at all.

When the Library...
when it rearranged itself,

it really screwed itself up.

There were rooms that were upside down.

There were three rooms
that changed color.

One room was inside out...

- I...
- Don't ask.

Do you have the, um, do you have
the key to the locked room?

Hmm. There is no key.
It's always been locked.

Mr. Carsen and I have tried
to gained entry many times.

But there's a sign on the door
that says you have the key.

There's no sign on that door.

See?

That has never been visible before.

It's some kind of copper alloy.

Well, oxidation is what
turns copper green.

I mean, the Statue of Liberty
used to be all shiny,

and then it oxidized.

If you hid a message in a copper alloy

that blends itself with
the surrounding metals,

you wouldn't be able to
detect it until it oxidized.

Nice trick!

Time-delay metallurgic cryptography.

Yeah, but that's a lot of time.

Statue of Liberty took
two decades to turn green.

- This must've taken...
- Centuries?

Message from the past, hidden.

Not visible until this very moment.

Sound familiar?

"Jenkins, the key is in
your Guardian's name."

You don't have a Guardian.

Of course I do.

Eve Baird.

Who would've...

Did you miss us?

You guys did time travel
the... long way around.

Inspired, sir.

Well, I kind of have to give
Eve credit for this one.

I'm sorry for you two to be
trapped here in my time.

Look at the bright side.
We saved the world.

They're probably putting
a statue of us up

at the Library.

"A Winter's Tale."

You turned Hermione into a statue.

And... and Prospero did the same thing

- with the quill and the staff.
- We can travel through time?

Eve, anybody could time travel,
just in one direction.

I'll need you to use
your pen one last time.

We created the
spell to open the door,

prepared the plaque as our
alchemical alarm clock,

packed the clues that you would
need to exorcise Prospero.

Then past me wrote future me

the letter I knew I would
discover myself in the future...

or now the past future.

I really hate time travel.

Shakespeare used
his magic pen one last time

writing the story of how
a dashing Librarian

and a gorgeous Guardian were
transformed into a statue

to be awoken by the sound
of Cassandra's voice.

And then he shipped us to the Library

labeled as dangerous artifacts,

along with a letter explaining
how to magically seal us in.

Just your average slice of
incredibly complex causal cake.

Oh.

Did we miss anything?
I mean, other than 400 years.

Dinosaurs are back.

Wait, really?

Jones, magical crime.

Stone, legends, history come to life,

things that go bump in the night.

Cassandra, how science and
math interact with magic.

- Mathemagics.
- Never gonna be a thing.

Give me a theoretical framework.

I want action plans, incident reports,

weekly updates, and cross references.

You all know what you're capable of.

Let's do this.

Okay, boys, there's still a
lot of rooms in this place

that we haven't checked out.

So I say we set up here and
then my lab can go here.

Finally, permission to
steal anything we want.

This is what you got from that speech?

Subtext, mate.

Come on, come on, that's it.

That's it.

There ya go.

Hey, twice as far as yesterday.

Just took a little time.

Like most things.

What? 400-year-long kiss
wasn't enough time?

I was wondering what you
remembered about that.

Well, I was thinking that
if they'd never found us,

kissing you was exactly how
I'd want to spend eternity.

Hmm.

You know, you don't have to run anymore.

No. I mean, unless I'm being chased.

By all the things that are
always trying to kill us.

Countless murderous... many
murderous creatures and myths.

Yes, well, in that case, you should run.

But other than that...

stay a while.

Our Library.

Hmm.

What?

Oh, I was just thinking.

Should that table be round?

'Cal! He's feeling better.