The Librarians (2014–2018): Season 2, Episode 6 - And the Infernal Contract - full transcript

[Brakes screech, loud crash]

[Coughing]

[Machinery whirring, truck beeping]

[Horn blares]

I have to get out of here!

Aah! [Grunts]

[Breathing heavily]

[Grunts]

- Oh, come on.
- [Touch screen clicking]

Answer!

Answer!



[Roaring]

[Screams]

[Whooshing]

What do you mean she's not here?

As in, she's somewhere else.

You mean, she just up and left
to go visit a friend?

Yes, something you should all
take advantage of more often.

Jenkins, it's working. It's happenin'!

- What's working? What's happening?
- Chupacabra.

You mean that thing we brought
back from Elk Grove Village?

Yeah, Jenkins was kind
enough to run a pipe

from the room of perpetual fire...
He begged me to do it.

...straight into a smoker behind his lab.

Get ready for chupacabra jerky.



Ew, you're cooking it?

No, he's making it!
The chupacabra! He's awesome!

Is that safe?

As long as we keep it away
from the goats on level four.

- We have goats?
- We have got goats?

- [Wind gusts]
- Ah.

Hawthorne, New Hampshire.

A young campaign staffer goes missing.

Who wants to go fetch Colonel Baird back

from her "friend"?

I remember you took a jaunt
to Oklahoma without her.

Certainly you can handle
a small New England town.

MAN: I'm sorry for interrupting
my opponent's press conference,

but we need to talk about the issues,

like finishing up this nasty
gas line construction

and getting our city's parking
situation back to normal.

WOMAN: Of course, but we
have to ask, Mr. Denning,

about the disappearance

of your very young campaign
staffer Brandy Vargas.

Well, as I said to the other
reporters before, um,

it's an unfortunate situation.

And until we have more information

and real answers, I
really can't comment.

I agree with my opponent.

The disappearance of a young woman

who worked directly with Mr. Denning,

in no way impacts this campaign,
nor should the voters

consider anything heinous
in regards to my opponent,

despite the police investigation.

It's a cheap shot, Keating.

I'm sorry an innocuous
statement of support

affects you emotionally.

Voters should remember,

Mr. Denning is under a
tremendous amount of stress

at this moment.

Don't think this is a reflection
of how he handles pressure.

Okay. Sorry, I'm out of here. No
more questions. Thank you very much.

Mr. Keating, could you
elaborate on your plan...

Ha ha.

Impressive debate technique.

- Yeah. I showed him.
- Yep, showed him.

He reminds me of that idiot
captain in Ashgabat.

No, no, you're thinking
about the one in Jalalabad.

[Laughs] Oh, that guy. He was a tool.

Yes, he was.

Thanks for coming.

You call, I come. What's going on?

[Exhales] We need to find
this Brandy Vargas girl.

'Cause if you can't,

my political career is over
before it even starts.

- Tell me how you met this Brandy.
- [Telephone rings]

She volunteered like the others.

She's a poli-sci major,
wanted to learn the ropes.

You know, it's the oldest
story in the book.

Actually, the oldest story includes...

Oh, come on, Eve, she's just a kid.

Besides, she's not my type.

You know my type.

[Sighs]

Yeah, that ended for
a real good reason.

Yeah, why was that?

- It'll come to me.
- Uh-huh.

Come on. You did the same job as me.

Better than you, actually.

That's adorable.

You know I have to ask.

[Sighs]

Look, I barely spoke to her.

I have no connection
to her or her family.

I left this town right after
we won State in basketball.

Then I came back six months ago
after my last tour of duty.

[Inhales deeply]

Local boy, high school jock, war hero.

Elections have been won on a lot less.

Please. Keating's a
fourth-generation politician.

He's killing me.

Hawthorne's a good town, you
know, it's got good people.

It's just been corrupt for years.

I know I can make a difference.

Help me.

I'm a soft touch for you,

but I need anything you
can give me on Brandy,

on what might've happened.

I don't know what happened.

But I had nothing to do with this,

despite what the press
and the police think...

- What is it?
- Nothing, I just...

[Cell phone rings]

Okay. I'm sorry. I gotta
take this. Excuse me.

This is Sam, yeah?

[Scoffs] You gotta be kidding me.

- Hey. What's... what...
- Hi.

- What are you doing here?
- What are you doing here?

The Clipping Book called us.
There was...

- we're here about a girl that's...
- Missing. Brandy Vargas.

That's why I'm here.

Wait, the Clipping Book sent you?

Thought you were here
visiting a "friend."

Yeah, friend or a... friend friend?

Sam Denning. We served together. He's...

The bloke that everyone
thought killed the girl.

He did not kill the girl.

First, she's missing, not dead.

Second, I know Sam a lot
better than you do.

[Whispering indistinctly]

- What?
- Well, Jones found...

I hacked into your "friend's" phone.

Brandy Vargas texted him
the day she disappeared.

[Indistinct conversations]

Hey, those folks looking
for buttons or posters?

- We need to talk.
- Okay.

What's our rule?
The one rule all this time?

- No lies.
- And you just lied to me.

Not in the way you think.

Oh, now you can tell
lies that aren't lies?

Wow, you really are a politician.

Okay, look, I knew her
more than casually, yes,

but not in that way.

She was working for me on Keating.

She was digging stuff up.

Using an intern for your scut work?

I couldn't do that. You know that.

But she wanted to do it.
She believed in the cause.

[Scoffs] She was trying to impress you.

- Probably.
- What else did you lie about?

Nothing.

Did she try and contact you
the day she disappeared?

Oh, Sam.

Take me to the "usual place."

- [Switch clicking]
- [Machinery whirring in distance]

- You sure this is it?
- [Curtain rings swoosh]

Report said the road worker
saw her run in here.

Well, Denning definitely had
Brandy's GPS on his phone.

Her last text message came
from here, guaranteed.

What is that?

Was something roasting marshmallows?

It's definitely a burn mark.

It's more than a burn.

It's a glyph.

- Sorry, what?
- 17th century.

It's a Puritan symbol.

- What does it mean?
- Devil.

Whoa!

Whoa, ah. So glad you're
not the devil. [Giggles]

Sorry, who are you?

These are my... co-workers

with the... private security firm

I...run.

"Run."

Uh, we're here looking
for Brandy Vargas.

[Whoosh]

Well, I can tell you, she
sure as hell isn't here.

- Whoa!
- Aah!

[Whoosh]

Figured you're still a double shot cap.

I'll bet you're still a non-fat
triple shot latte, right?

So this is nice, huh?

After all these years,

we can still talk over coffee...

Okay, I'm sorry, seriously?

Were you gonna just blow by this thing?

Why did Brandy's body
just suddenly appear

and fall through the ceiling?

Who's lying now, Eve?

- I'm not lying.
- Oh, come on!

A-a private security firm, really?

You got a kid, some cute chick,

and a guy who looks like
he's a bar fighter.

And a scorched body just
falls out of thin air?

You know, you got all high
and mighty with me before,

but you are lying through
your teeth right now.

You think Cassandra's cute?

[Sighs]

[Clears throat]

Magic... is... real.

Wow.

Wow. [Chuckles]

You know what? You don't wanna tell me?

- That's fine. I don't care.
- Magic is real.

- Yeah?
- And we're... my team...

our... our job is to keep it in check,

to keep it out of the hands
of those who would use it...

For evil instead of good?

[Laughs] You sound like
a freaking theme park ride.

You saw it, Sam!

My team shows up wherever
magic is happening. You saw it.

Oh, come on. If that were
true, people would know.

People do know. We know.

It's like when we used
to hunt WMDs, Sam.

You have to secure the threat.

If Brandy was killed
because she uncovered

some magical threat,
then the town of Hawthorne

is facing something
akin to a loose nuke.

The glyph doesn't mean "the devil."

It means "a devil" or "demon." Catch.

Many evil creatures throughout time

have taken the name "devil."

You know, kind of a shorthand, right?

But make no mistake...
very powerful foe.

- Well, what do they want?
- Souls, hence the whole... devil... thing.

They feed on souls.

Well, is it like...
does it take human form?

Or is it like a weird-ass
monster or what?

Mr. Stone, the thing to remember
about devils is that they will

never appear in a red cape and horns.

They will come dressed as
everything you ever wished for.

- So we should look for...
- Katy Perry wearing the Crown Jewels

holding a wad of cash

with an unnatural attraction
to young Aussie boys.

So it could be one of the candidates.

Could be anything, anyone.

That's why you need
to read these books.

You got any abridged versions on tape?

Because we're kind of busy.

Very well, and so what you
need to find is the Contract.

What does a Contract look like?

You know, almost every demon
works via a Contract.

Something you desire
in exchange for your soul.

Kind of like Robert Johnson
down at the crossroads.

Very good, sir. Yes, one of
the better known examples.

Also including lottery winners,
folks who hate the Cubs,

- the moon landing farce.
- Wait, the moon landing wasn't real?

Oh, no, not that one.

So someone made a deal with
the devil to kill Brandy Vargas

in exchange for... what?

Maybe something she found out.

To win the election?

President, maybe.
But a small-town mayor?

Don't underestimate
having all the power

in a small town or a state.

[Sighs] What would be very helpful

if we had the late Miss Vargas's...

You took it, didn't you?

[Snorts] Of course, mate.

You stole a dead girl's phone?

Well, Jenkins just said we needed it.

I didn't... well, I didn't mean...

Mr. Stone, call Colonel Baird,

fill her in on the devil of it all.

You two start working on
the phone that he stole.

[Speed dialing]

[Phone rings]

I'm thinking it's Keating.

He'll do anything to stop
Baird's friend from winning.

My money is on Baird's "friend."

Would you stop doing
that air quote thingy?

Hey.

And besides, if Baird
trusts him, so should we.

Colonel Baird sees
the best in everybody.

That's a character flaw.

- [Sizzles]
- Aah.

She sees the best in you.
Is that a flaw?

Everybody sees the best in me.
I'm Ezekiel Jones.

Easy, almost.

- [Sizzles]
- Ah! Stupid bloody brick.

Lightning must've fried all the codes.

No, that's not a code problem.
That's magic.

Some sort of blocking spell.
It's not Hittite.

It's not Ashanti twi.

Oh, it's Druid. We got this.

We do?

Yeah, we just need to find
that greenish bluish stuff

that Jenkins uses to
stop a blocking spell

and get the grout out of the tile.

Got it.

Oscail an doras.

Ah! Hmm.

- You're a legend, Cassandra!
- No, we are "legend."

Hey, let's just see
what she's got in there.

The Keating family goes
back to the 17th century,

same time as the glyph in the motel.

So Obediah Keating helps found
the township of Hawthorne

in 1655 by brokering peace
with the Pennacook Indians.

Garrison Keating has a line
on the Underground Railroad.

Anyplace somebody's
doing something good,

there's a Keating.

Yeah, and the glyph is as well.

Joshua Keating wears it as a lapel pin.

Branford Keating has
monogrammed handkerchiefs.

This creature signs his work.

And this is where he collects.

Look, scarlet fever outbreak in 1840.

12 land owners killed in a
carriage accident, 1752.

Tavern fire. This town of
Hawthorne has a history

replete with tragedy, but every time,

there is a Keating offering aid.

Who's this guy? Huh? This...
Look at this guy right here.

Look, this picture's from 1884.
I swear, that's the same guy.

1928 right after the train crash.

That's our guy.

- What guy?
- That guy.

Brandy had a lot of
research on her phone

all related to the Keatings.

Yeah, but that guy appeared
in the research, too,

- in every story about every disaster.
- It's not a Keating?

No, a Sesselman, but a different
first name every time.

Uh, Cole, Durham, Rory, all
with the Sesselman surname.

Yeah, and the dates of the disaster

match up to the dates that
Sesselman appears in the photos.

Every 44 years.

An impossibly successful family,
a mysterious immortal associate,

periodic tragedy, classic Faust tale.

"The Devil and Daniel Webster."

What, is that some bloke
running for mayor?

No, a story. It means the Keating family

has signed a deal with the devil,

and the next Contract comes due...

Now.

MAN: Mr. Denning, can
we get a photograph?

Hi. Yeah, let's get a picture.
Great idea.

Good.

[Whoosh]

[Camera shutter clicks]

Perfect.

[Whoosh]

Mr. Sesselman is a soul
contractor or executor,

- as they prefer...
- Oh, like I care what they prefer.

Colonel, they are very
dangerous creatures.

Hard to stop, nearly
impossible to kill.

So he's old and he's powerful.
The usual drill.

- What's his weapon?
- The Contract.

Bad fortunes, death, all
side effects of the bargain

to protect the agreement.

Anyone threaten the good
fortune of the signer,

the Contract will arrange circumstances

for that person's destruction.

So how does he kill 'em?

The executor actually gets all
of his power from the Contract.

The power, focus, effect,

the power being the soul bound
to the focus... the Contract.

The effect... all of the death
and chaos in the Contract's wake

as it fulfills its
signatory's deepest desires.

Are we talking soul soul here?

Well, if you're asking me
what happens after you die,

I remind you, I'm one of
the least qualified people

to answer that.
But, for now, let's think of

the soul as life energy.
We've encountered creatures

who feed off that kind of energy before.

So it's a parasite?

It feeds off the misery
caused by the Contract

and then consumes the signatory
once the Contract comes due.

Then that's how we get him.

It's a deal with the devil.

If we can't feed the
devil, we beat the deal.

- How do we find it?
- Something that valuable,

the family will keep it very close.

Here. Keating owns half the town.

I don't know how you're
gonna narrow it down.

Stealing is my job, mate.

Just lean back and listen to Dr. Jones.

- Uh-huh.
- So the Contract is 200 years old,

which means they don't wanna
move it around at all.

So it can't be in any
of the newer buildings.

That cuts these out, doesn't it?

Exactly. Anyway, according to this,

there's three older buildings in town.

Gives us about a hundred
rooms to search.

Now, ordinarily, I would hack
into the security database,

look for some clues, but we have magic.

Munchausen's Top.

Keating family, secret treasure, Contract.

[Whoosh]

Not exact, but it does
give us the building.

If you look at the blueprints,

there's space between these walls...
secret passages.

- Smells like they might...
- Wait, you... you can find

any valuable object with that thing?

Yeah. Anyway, once we're inside,

we should look for some kind
of magical security system...

All this magic around.

You could steal anything
you want with that.

Sure. Easy.

Anyway, once we recover the Contract,

we should have a primary exit plan,

a-a way to walk out with it in hand.

And a secondary exit plan, a way
to drop it of for a pickup.

Now if you'll notice,
there's a mail slot system

- that runs through this entire building...
- Why don't you?

Why don't you?

[Imitates Australian accent]
"I'm Ezekiel Jones,

- the best thief in the world, mate."
- I do not sound like that.

And you don't use this stuff to steal?

Like I said, it's easy.

- Ezekiel Jones doesn't do easy.
- Mm-hmm.

He does impossible.

Yeah, you're becoming a good guy.

You are.

Anyway, the mail slots
all empty out here.

We'll put Colonel Baird
in this corridor as a backup.

Jones, Jones, Jones.
There was money in here!

Cancel that stupid orphans photo op.

And make sure I'm playing
the south course on Thursday.

They just aerated the
greens on the north.

- Nice to see you.
- Ah, Ms. Boskoski.

Cannot wait to see the smiling faces

of those little orphans next week.

♪

I don't understand why
I have to be the chauffeur.

Library's on a budget.

We can only afford to get
two of us in the front door.

Mr. Jones will find you access.

I don't understand why
I have to be the chauffeur.

These are the true blue bloods.

- The upper crust, if you will.
- Know what the upper crust is?

A brunch of crumbs
held together by dough.

[British accent] Very good, sir.

Oh!

Now we must play our
parts to perfection.

If we give ourselves
away to the executor,

he'll certainly come after the others.

[High-pitched voice]
Whatever you say, big daddy.

[Giggles]

- [Normal voice] Is that too much?
- Mm, fabulous.

[Speaks indistinctly]

Magic is real.

Yeah. Spells, witches, ghosts.

I fought a tentacle monster.
It's a weird gig.

How do you use it? This magic?

We don't.

Like I said, magic artifacts

are like weapons of mass destruction,

except every one's different,

and the timer's always
set at 45 seconds.

You can't just sit on that power, Eve.

Look at all the terrible
things that we saw,

the terrible things that we
wanted to stop or change,

and we couldn't.

You don't need magic.

It's a trap.

You're better than you think you are.

You can do more than you think
you can. You always could.

I remember the first
time you said that.

Same here.

I'm not letting go.

- Of the magic thing.
- [Exhales]

This is where we wait.

Right.

♪

Ah, well, the Hamptons will
do in a pinch, of course.

It's sort of the equivalent
of a roadside motel

when one can't gas up the jet

and skedaddle off to
Corfe Castle in Dorset.

Or when Sugar Rose here

just wants to float around the
Mediterranean on the yacht.

- [High-pitched voice] I like boats.
- Mm.

[Giggles] Mm-hmm.

Would you excuse me, Papa Bear?

Mm. Sure.

- [Slaps]
- Whoa.

[Piano playing]

Used to be a wrestler.

Guy you lifted this from
is freaking out upstairs.

You notice these paintings?

[High-pitched voice]
I noticed they were...

[Clears throat, normal voice]
I noticed they were here.

Different years in different styles.

But it's the same technique.

Look at the backstroke
in the reflection.

The feathering in the collar.

- These are all done by the same hand.
- The Sesselman bloke?

Why would he have them all here? Unl...

Unless...

[Whoosh]

[Gasps]

There's elements of a
Sumerian protective spell,

Egyptian chromatographic magic...

...and Brazilian witchcraft.

When the three combine together
to form a symbol, it's a sigil.

Protection. For the Contract.

Three pictures, three paths.

Yep. And there's three of us. Jones.

[Whoosh]

Are you enjoying the champagne?

'84 was a good year.

Well, I find that everything

after the 1756 Dom Perignon disappoints.

Ah, precocious little grape.

You're something of a
legend in my profession.

The incorruptible knight. Allegedly.

What I wouldn't give in
exchange for your autograph.

I would like to say it's a
pleasure, Mr. Sesselman,

but I think we both know
that is not the case.

You prefer the adversarial
approach. Well, so do I.

Keeps negotiations fresh.
How are your friends doing?

You think they found that Contract yet?

Pardon me. I don't know
what you're talking about.

Plausible deniability.

Still, in the interest
of full disclosure,

you should know that the
Contract will protect itself

from being discovered.

The closer your friends get,

the more their luck
will turn against them.

- Oh!
- I'm sorry about that. I...

I know you.

You're that chauffeur that
nearly walked into me earlier.

What? No, no, no,

I-I don't... I don't
drive myself, sweetheart.

Unless I'm riding a horse. [Laughs]

What are you doing in here?
Where's security?

[Groans]

Security!

[Indistinct conversations]

Is that what happened to
Miss Vargas, the intern?

Oh, well, I can neither confirm
nor deny my culpability

in that rather unfortunate
series of coincidences,

but let's just say that
it would be a shame

if it were to happen again.

[Indistinct conversations]

Well, these aren't interns.

These are Librarians.

Librarians?

[Clank] Ooh! Ooh!

Okay, that shouldn't have happened.

Oh. Well, it seems Librarians
are about to be caught

in flagrante delicto.

[Speaks indistinctly]

That's legalese for "red-handed."

Literally, it means
"in blazing offense."

I love the term. In flagrante delicto.

Oh.

Hey. I just got made by the
only person who saw me

playing a chauffeur.
How's that for luck?

Yeah, well, I feel like every
time I touch one of these,

it breaks.

I wonder if Cassandra's
having bad luck.

Hi! So I sorta tried a locating spell,

and the only thing I kinda sorta
managed to locate was security.

Please tell me you got something
before it all went wrong.

Nope.

Okay, well, check this out.

I cased this joint to a tee.

There must be a secret door somewhere.

- [Click]
- These sconces are not actually sconces.

Where's Stone?

[Door creaks]

Where'd everybody go?

[Indistinct conversations]

Let's just get it and go.

Hurry up. Come on. Where is it?

[Pounding on door]

- MEN: Gentlemen?
- Got it!

I need you to... Ow!

- Plan "B"!
- Plan "B"!

Eek!

[Voice echoes] Plan "B"!

- [Thud] - I thought they
were only supposed to do that

- if it all goes pear-shaped.
- Apparently, it did.

- What are we supposed to do?
- Run!

- Get this to Jenkins.
- Wait, who's Jenkins?

[Grunts]

- Jenkins is...
- Sorry. I need this.

[Gasps]

One quick signature, and
all your dreams come true.

♪

So... so how does this work?

Well, it's very straightforward.

Now that you hold the Contract,

you simply tell me what you
want, and then you sign.

This is Keating's Contract.

All null and void once you sign it.

I mean, the Keatings were good clients,

but possession is
nine-tenths of the law.

So what is it that you want?

Sam.

You know, I enlisted
right out of high school.

I just wanted to do good,
in the world and I did.

You know, I was a hero.

And now the press is saying that
I'm sleeping with this girl.

The cops wanna arrest
me for her murder.

I just want my reputation back.

So you want to be a hero again.

- You leave him alone, Sess.
- Don't call me that.

I wanna make a difference, you know?

I think I could make a difference.

And so you shall.

You're a good man, Sam Denning.

Always the best kind.

Now what I want you to do is
initial here, here, and here.

And then sign there.

Excellent.

[Sizzling]

- So now what?
- Oh, nothing.

Terms of the Contract
will handle the rest.

Your good fortune is assured,

and anyone who opposes you
will wish they hadn't.

You see a chance to make a difference,

- you have to take it.
- There's a price!

You told me yourself. I can
do more than I think I can.

Sam, no!

[Engine starts]

No!

No!

No!

- Oh, Colonel, we have a problem.
- I know we do.

Dennings signed the Contract.
He's using it himself.

Then I stand corrected.
We have two problems.

Any idea what he's doing with it?

He said something about
wanting to be a hero.

How bad can that be?

Well, there's always a catch
with a Soul Contract.

The executor's power
makes sure of that.

But...

In order to have a hero,
one must have a calamity.

Where are the Librarians?

That's the other problem.

Professional thief here
advising that we do not stop.

Well, you escaped.

I thought we'd lost you
for good that time.

Ezekiel was right. This place
is a maze of secret doors.

You got the Contract?

I did until Denning re-signed it.

The 44-year disaster?
It's happening now, today.

We have to stop it.

And it will be designed to
have the maximum pathos.

The bigger the disaster,
the bigger the hero.

I know where.

I know where he is.

Sam says the whole town
is coming out for this.

Jenkins and I will try and find him.

You three figure out what
the disaster is and stop it.

How typical.

Why does she always get the easy jobs?

Like, how the hell are we supposed to...

You've already figured
it out, haven't you?

The pink lines are
temporary survey marks.

That's where they're planning to dig.

The orange is for telephone cables,

and the white...

is for digging over gas.

They're repairing the gas mains.

Contract magic works by coincidence...

taking what's already present
and using it against you.

Gas mains are gonna blow.

The gas line construction's
part of Keating's campaign.

Yeah, and it runs right
under Town Square.

[Water dripping]

Bypass junction should be down here.

We'll divert the gas to another
line, away from Town Square.

Well, hang on.

Uh, Cassandra, you said
that the bad magic works

by taking what's around
and using it against you.

So if the Contract knows
we're trying to stop it...

It's gonna use the gas.

Well... Occupational hazard, I guess.

I was so hoping you
weren't gonna say that.

[Clank]

There! We shut that off and
we close the gas line.

- [Grunts] It's stuck.
- It's no coincidence.

The Contract's trying to stop us.

- All at once? As a team.
- Yeah.

One... two... three!

- [Grunts]
- [Gas hisses, handle clatters]

- That's good. Let's go!
- [Gas hissing]

[Door scrapes, latch clanks]

[Pounds on door]

What now?

[Coughing]

Hey.

Master thief, pick the freaking lock.

Sure!

Just find me a blowtorch.

Listen, this is an old
school bolt mechanism.

The bolt sets. The end.

[Weakly] Just everything's
gonna be all right.

We're... just gonna have some
really psychedelic dreams

before we stop breathing forever.

[Whoosh] That's the spirit.

Ooh. Look at that. [Grunts]

[Both giggling]

- Is that the gas?
- Hmm?

Hey, am I the only guy
that sees that guy?

Yep. No. Yeah. No, that guy's real.

So very real. And that was a good try.

It was more than just a try.

We made the gas stop getting out.

Well, sadly, even if you have
stopped this explosion,

the... the power of the
Contract will simply cause

a train to derail or a-a dam to burst.

What?

Sam needs to be a hero.

The Contract will make that
happen one way or another.

Oh, these fumes will
kill you all very soon.

Perhaps we could make a deal.

[Indistinct conversations]

I could probably save
most of them if I react...

Most? Are you listening to yourself?

Since when do we settle for "most"?

Just talking here, Sam.

Not doing anything
but just talking to you.

No, you're trying to talk me out of it.

There's no reason to do
this, Captain Denning.

None of this has to happen.

There are ways of
breaking these contracts.

Who's he? What are you, a magician?

Librarian. No, actually,
I'm neither. I'm...

You two go ahead.

Let us help, Sam.

And what? Just keep things status quo?

Keating continues the old boy network?

Good people in this town
never get a fair shake?

I could change that. I could fix that.

Not like this.

[Sighs]

[Grunts] Ah!

Now we're even.

Absolutely sure this is a good idea?

This is a good plan if you
are who I think you are.

[Click pen]

[Horn honking, tires screeching]

MAN: Watch where you're going!

MAN: Hey, get out of the road, old man!

Old man? You have no idea.

You could all walk out
of here right now.

I summon a Contract, you sign it.

All is well.

[Weakly] If you...

[Breathes heavily]

If you think we're actually gonna...

make a deal with the devil, then...

[Breathes heavily]

...just to save our own lives...

...you must not have
met any Librarians.

[Chuckles] But I've met
a lot of human beings.

I'm offering you a fair deal.

Well, sorry, man.

I think we like our souls
right where they're at.

You understand that you will die here?

Or you could sign the Contract.

Any one of you could sign the Contract.

You, Ezekiel, you could travel the world,

every inch of it.

Go places no one has ever seen before.

You're a swashbuckler, Ezekiel,

in a world of accountants.

You really could save the world.

Every week, twice before Friday.

[Breathing heavily]

And you, Cassandra, you
could be healthy again.

You could live a long
life of science and magic

without that death clock
ticking away in your brain.

You could usher in a
golden age of mathemagics,

end so much suffering.

You, sir,

you could defeat Prospero,
save your friends.

Yes, yes, yes. Yes.

Now do you see what I'm offering?

Maybe one of us should take the hit.

Maybe... we can find something
in the Library after.

Exactly.

[Grunts]

Let me summon the Contract,

and I will have my first Librarian.

[Whoosh]

- Seriously? One punch?
- You were always a lightweight.

Well played, Eve.

You figured out that you could
put your name over Sam's

- to void his Contract.
- Wait, what?

- Not my first rodeo, Sess.
- Don't call me that.

But you actually haven't made a wish.

And running out the clock
is not a plan. I'm eternal.

Sooner or later, you're going
to have to make that wish.

Because until you do, the original terms

of the Contract go on to completion.

The town still goes boom,
and your little friends,

I daresay, are not long for this world.

So whatever it is you think
you have in your bag of tricks,

you can't beat me.

I don't do tricks. I make plans.

I exploit the enemy's weaknesses.

You think I have weaknesses?

I know if you engage
an entrenched enemy

with overwhelming resources,

- it's a good idea to bring a tank... Sess.
- [Scoffs]

- [Ceiling rumbling]
- Oh, God.

[Grunting]

How's that superiority thing going?

The Contract always finds a way.

Ah, and there it is.

In five minutes, a commuter
jet is going to crash

into Hawthorne Square.

There will be three survivors

rescued by our heroic
Captain Denning here.

Everyone else in the
plane and on the Square

is going to die.

So you can try to cheat me again,

or you can make your wish.

I won't do it.

Then everyone's going to die.

You can't force me to do it.

Sam, my friend, you're gonna be a hero,

the type they write songs about.

- 45 seconds.
- [Whoosh]

[Latch clanks]

I'm billing you for the suit.

The Contract cannot kill
what cannot be killed.

[Clicks tongue]
Now you're starting to get it.

[Whoosh]

- Are you okay?
- I'm okay.

I wish you were a human being.

Oh! There it is. You've made a mis...

What did you say?

- What's... what's happening to him?
- He's becoming normal.

[Gasping, heartbeat thumping]

[Breathing heavily]

What have you done to me?

Unh-unh! No more
destroying things for you.

And if you can't do that,
then guess what?

You're in breach of contract.

I'm human.

I've been made a mortal.
What am I to do now?!

I don't know! Exercise. Eat right.

Look both ways crossing the street.

- It's all any of us have.
- [Cell phone rings]

- Ow! Get out of here!
- I can't wait to take this call.

Jenkins! Day officially saved.
Devil officially vanquished.

Huh? Oh, yeah. Sam's good.

Yeah.

Oh, it hurts! In places
I didn't know hurt.

I'm sorry I was nearly
party to something...

[Inhales deeply]

I don't know, something.
I'm still processing.

I told you, magic's like a...
monkey with a loaded AK-47.

- But you got out alive.
- Yeah.

We both know that's all that counts.

Besides, I always had faith
you'd do the right thing.

Yeah, well, faith's hard
to come by in our work.

It's just about seeing the unseen.

So do you have any
openings at this Library?

They're more of a recruiting type unit.

Plus, you've got a campaign to run.

Please, after this, I'll be
lucky to get elected janitor.

You're better than you think you are.

I can do more than I think I can.

Don't ever forget it.

[Whoosh]

Wait, Eve, listen. Do you...

Eve?

[Door squeaks]

There's no way I'm drinking this.

[Nasal voice] It smells
like a camel's behind.

Natural gas poisoning can cause

permanent nervous
system damage, Mr. Stone.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, good.

I've got a nice bottomless hole for you.

Now please rest, all of you.

Sleep if you can.

The elixir should heal you
in about three hours.

Eight if you don't keep still.

Thank you, Mr. Jenkins.

I once knew a medic with
your bedside manner.

Never wanted to run
a mission without her.

Yeah, well, I've always
considered myself

more of a caretaker than anything else,

even in the old days.

Even in the old, old days.

It suits you.

One doesn't live this long

without learning how to
repair broken bodies.

[Lowered voice] Well,
they wouldn't need repairing

if I'd been on point.

Ah, so you think your job
is to keep them safe?

Guardian? Kind of in the job title.

Colonel Baird, I think
you may be laboring

under a slight misapprehension.

A Guardian's job is not to
protect the Librarian's body.

We used to go through
Librarians like penny candy.

What are you saying?

I'm here to carry the
Librarians' luggage?

Librarians die.

But there is a much greater risk.

To be surrounded by all of this magic,

to know that you could change things,

that you could fix things

and not succumb to that
temptation, well...

not very many good people
can bear that burden alone.

The Librarian before
Mr. Carsen didn't die.

He gave in to the siren
song of all of this power.

He gave in. Then he was lost.

They will not survive in this world

without someone there
holding them steady.

I told you once, the
Library did not choose you

for your ability to kill.

The Guardian's job is not to
save the Librarians' bodies.

It is to save their souls.

And you did that
admirably today, Colonel.