The Librarians (2014–2018): Season 3, Episode 6 - And the Trial of the Triangle - full transcript

Where is it?

Where is it? Eye of Ra.

Ra.

Eye of newt, Eye of
Wotan, Eye of the Tiger...

Come on, Flynn.
Think, think, think.

Where is it? Where is it? Where?

- Eve?
- Flynn.

What is this?

This is an intervention.

What does that even mean?

It means that we think you're in
crisis and that you need immediate care



to restore equilibrium to the
biopsychosocial functioning.

- It means you've been a whinging sook.
- Yeah.

It's startin' to piss us off.

Actually, no.

It means we care about
you and we're concerned.

Well, I appreciate your
concern for me, but...

We're concerned for the
team, Flynn, for the Library,

which is greater than just you.

Since Charlene's disappearance,
you've changed. You've been...

- Bloody bonkers.
- A little moody.

I was gonna say reckless.

Reckless.

We never know where you are,
you blow back in here, bark orders,

you leave without saying a word.



It looks like you
haven't slept in weeks.

As Guardian, I can't allow
an asset to become a liability.

That's rich. How exactly
have I become a liability?

Glad you asked.

We've compiled what's
called a List of Hurts.

- Who'd like to go first?
- Yeah.

- Hello, my name is Ezekiel.
- Hello, Ezekiel.

Oh, my God.

Flynn, you're always like,
"Ezekiel, do it like this,"

or, "Ezekiel, don't
do it like that,"

but what I think you mean
is, "Ezekiel, do it like me."

Yet, ever since I've got here,
things have gone from bad to worse.

What's your point, that you're
bad luck? I would agree with that.

Flynn. It's okay, Ezekiel.
You're doing great.

The Library invited
Ezekiel Jones to the Library

because the Library
needed Ezekiel Jones.

I've got my own style. I mean,
you call it juvenile, I call it original.

You say my ideas are half-baked.

I say they're fully baked,
frosted, and ready to serve.

- You say...
- Potato, potahto, tomato, tomahto. Got it.

You want to be you?
Let your freak flag fly.

I will not stop you. Next!

I want to start out by saying

that I have a tremendous
deal of respect

for you and all that
you've accomplished

- as a Librarian all these years.
- Thank you.

I also think that maybe
you've been so good for so long

that you haven't really noticed that
we're actually pretty good at it, too.

I think that is true, thank you.

- Next.
- Nope.

It's just important to you to
be right and first all of the time

and that makes you
competitive and intimidating,

and sometimes when I have a
solution, I'm afraid to speak up

because you can be dismissive,

and then we all have to
sit around and wait for you

to come up with an idea,
and that can be awkward.

So I'm an insensitive bully
who's slowing you down.

No, you are a gifted leader, Flynn,
but you're not the only one with a gift.

We're not the enemy.

We're teammates.

Okay, that's all
I wanted to say.

- I feel a little silly doing this.
- Good. You should.

You know what? I thought I
was tough to get to know, okay?

My walls up, always on my guard.

But, man, you're like
Fort Knox compared to me.

Well, Fort Knox isn't all that
impenetrable. I mean, twice, I...

Right, sorry. Carry on.

I never know where
I stand with you.

I mean, one day, we
got a lot in common,

the next day, it's like
we gotta start over.

I like you as a person.

I think you're a
hell of a Librarian.

You don't know
much about friendship.

C.S. Lewis said, "Friendship is
unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.

"It has no survival value.

"Rather, it is one of the things

"which give value to survival."

What we're facing, man,

it's like friendship may
be our only shot at survival.

I think what hurts most is
knowing what a wonderful

leader, teacher, friend
and partner you can be,

but also knowing how
insanely self-destructive you are.

Your moods, your impulsiveness,
your secrecy, your pride

may have served you in the past,

but now, they're only impeding
your progress as a Librarian,

as a partner, as a friend,

as a man.

Well...

What a bunch of crap.

You've all obviously
forgotten two significant things.

One, no handcuffs can hold me.

Number two...

Yeah, we didn't forget.

And, two, nothing is more important
than the containment of Pure Evil

and the preservation
of this Library.

Not family, not friends,

and certainly not feelings.

We are at war, people,
the proverbial end of days,

and if I hadn't made that clear to you,
it's because I thought we had more time.

But with Apep on the loose,

what should be taking
centuries is taking weeks.

The world is literally leaking
evil like water through a sieve.

And in my search for Charlene, I
may have identified the one artifact

which may stem the tide.

And while you've all
been tucked away here

fist-bumping each other,
and inventorying your hurts,

I've actually been
out there looking for it!

If you'd told us that's what you were
doing, or what you were looking for.

The Eye of Ra!

- The Eye of Ra?
- Where was it last seen?

- What does it look like?
- Do you have any clues?

It was last seen in the
library of Alexandria.

It looks like a piece
of 1970s disco bling

and at the moment,
I haven't a clue.

All right, well, most of the
excavations done in Alexandria

were done by a Sir
Flinders Petrie, 19th Century.

Maybe we should check the
British Museum of Natural History.

I tried it. Most of the Petrie collection
disappeared in March of 1886.

- How?
- Stolen.

Besides a Librarian,
who'd want a bunch of...

Wait, who was the
Librarian in 1886?

Teddy Chislington, one
of my heroes, actually.

Mathematician, scholar,
poet, adventurer, bon vivant.

From Louis Pasteur
to Lewis Carroll,

from Dickens to
Darwin, he knew them all.

Now, he was a Librarian. Jenkins,
missed you at the intervention.

Yes, well, did I just hear you
guys mention Teddy Chislington?

- Yeah, did you know him?
- Yes, yes, just a brilliant chap.

Devoted to the Library.

Lived a little high, burning his
candle at both ends, as it were.

- But what a lovely light.
- What happened to him?

Well, he along with
88 other poor souls

went down aboard
the doomed ship Tibbar,

bound for New York, lost off
the Atlantic coast, June 4th, 1886.

1886?

That's when the Petrie
collection disappeared.

June 4th, 1886. Why
do I know that date?

It was the perfect storm, a
combination of three major hurricanes,

one of the worst
storms ever recorded.

Wind speeds of up
to 155 miles an hour.

Here it is. The Tibbar, last set
sail from Southampton, England,

bound for New York
on May 20th, 1886.

Fate, unknown.

Sounds like Teddy Chislington
was bringing the Petrie collection

and the Eye of Ra
home to the Library.

Well, it takes 15 days to make
the western voyage under mast.

You said they left the 20th of May, you
said they disappeared the 4th of June.

That's 15 days.
They almost made it.

Yes, indeed, but certainly the storm
would've blown them far south of New York.

Right, so we take the
tonnage of the ship,

its average speed under normal
conditions, and then we factor in

the currents and the wind speeds
of the three converging storms...

Coordinates would've
been dramatically different.

It looks like it
would've gone down

at a latitude of 26.38 north
and a longitude of 69.395 west.

- Where is that?
- The exact center of the Bermuda Triangle.

Just as I almost suspected.

The Bermuda Triangle?
Like, the Bermuda Triangle?

- That's real?
- 'Course it is.

- Electric fog? The Hutchison Effect.
- No, it's sea serpents.

Guys, it's actually underwater
methane gas explosions.

- Researchers recently discovered...
- Don't be stupid.

Remember when I said
you were dismissive?

The Bermuda Triangle is a worm hole
with two significant major differences,

number one, things go
in but they don't come out,

and number two, it is
totally unpredictable.

You never know when
it is going to open.

"Bermuda Triangle
claims Venezuelan airliner."

- This is dated tomorrow.
- Make that one major difference.

We need to be on that plane.

Five beautifully forged
identities coming right up.

I will find a way to ride a
crashing airliner into a worm hole.

I'll turn my attention on
finding you a way back, sir.

I'm gonna check the
archive on the Triangle,

see if I can find any patterns or
clues. Anything on the Eye of Ra.

That's what teamwork
looks like, Flynn.

In case you've forgotten.

Traversing a non-traversable worm
hole is physically impossible, Eve.

And even if it
weren't impossible,

there's a good reason why, for centuries,
it's been called the Devil's Triangle!

- Status report?
- Uh, nearly finished.

Miniature version of the apparatus
that powers our Back Door.

Light enough to travel, unfortunately
storage capacity is very limited.

- Meaning?
- It will only work once.

So, please use extreme caution.
You won't get a second chance.

Noted. Cassandra, what you got?

I got an idea, but
you're gonna hate it.

Here you go, Colonel. Cassandra.

Who's Olga Medvidev?

You are. I've given us all
aliases to keep DOSA off our tails.

Good job, Jones.
Give Jenkins a hand.

Go on.

So, worm holes, by design,
are structurally unstable.

To travel in both directions,
creating a transversable worm hole,

we need stabilization from
exotic matter with negative density.

Now, theoretical physics offers
up exotic baryons, quark-gluon,

even dark matter as
a possible solution,

but, like I said, those are
all still theoretical. So...

So thanks to Jenkins,
we can get out alive,

but thanks to physics,
we can't get in alive.

Exactly.

Why don't we just make
ourselves the exotic matter?

Well, you know, sprinkle a
little pixie dust on a Tic Tac,

pop it down the
gullet, and voila.

Magic. We use bloody magic
to make ourselves transversable.

No, absolutely not.
No magic Tic Tacs.

We have other options.

What was the idea
you said I'd hate?

Magic Tic Tacs.

Come on, guys.

I have to agree
with the colonel.

And what powers this, Jenkins?
Baking soda and dreams?

- It's different.
- How?

Known quantities, known
formulas, known outcome.

You're suggesting something
unproven and untried.

Well, so has anyone
who has tried anything new

in the history of doing things.

Eve, the limitations of known
science do put us at a disadvantage.

I mean, if this really
is the end of days,

then we need every
option on the table.

Every arrow in our quiver, every
tool in our chest, every ace up our...

Okay, we get the point.

Magic Tic Tacs it is.

There you are, guys. Stop what
you're doing and come with me.

I gotta show you
something really weird.

Once I was able to weed
out all the crank cases

and debunk a few of the myths,

I was able to tabulate a list of
all the known disappearing ships

within the borders
of the Triangle.

How many?

With Venezuelan Airline,

it's 108.

Well, what's so
weird about that?

This.

When you write down all of
the names of the missing ships

and the dates when they
disappeared in chronological order

starting with Teddy
Chislington's ship, the Tibbar,

listen, listen to this.

1886, the Tibbar,
1894, the Loon,

1899, the Black Rose,
1910, the Queen's Moon,

1918, Cyclops, 1920, Monsoon.

- So, they rhyme.
- But that's not all, all right?

The rhyme scheme of A-B-C-B-D-B

and the syllable
structure of 8-6-8-6

stays constant throughout.

So you're saying
it's not random.

The Bermuda Triangle
chooses specific ships

with dates that fit
the pattern of a poem?

- Exactly.
- A poem?

About what, a bunch of
innocent people lost at sea?

Loss of innocence.

Hold that thought.

One hundred and eight
lines. One for every ship.

Eighteen stanzas, one for
every decade a ship went missing.

There is only one poem
in the English language

that fits that exact structure,

and it is unquestionably
about loss of innocence.

"" The time has come, ' the
Walrus said, 'To talk of many things:

""Of shoes - and ships - and sealing
wax-Of cabbages - and kings -""

"" And why the
sea is boiling hot -

""And whether pigs have wings.""

Lewis Carroll's The
Walrus and the Carpenter.

But what does this have to do
with the worm hole hourglass thing?

I do not know.

And isn't that fantastic?

It's a riddle. Let's
fire up the Back Door.

We're late. We're late
for a very important date.

In Venezuela.

- What is it?
- It means, "Damn it!" in Spanish.

- No, I mean, what's the problem?
- Well, Jenkins' calibrations were off.

We're on the wrong side of security.
I have a new nail clipper in my bag

that they are gonna
confiscate for sure.

I think we're gonna have
a bigger problem with this.

Good point.

Ezekiel, can you jam
the x-ray long enough

to get the duffel through
the conveyor undetected?

Does a wombat's
grumpy come out cubed?

- I have no idea.
- It does.

Good.

Cassandra, you and Stone take
the duffel and the mission bags

and pass them through
when Ezekiel signals.

- What about the guards?
- Distraction. My specialty.

Eve, you're with me. The three of
you hang back until things heat up,

then pass the stuff.
We'll meet at the gate.

What do you mean by "heat up"?

I'm not... I don't...

You speaking to me?

Afraid I don't understand.
I don't speak Spanish.

Honey, what is he saying?

He wants to know
if this is your bag.

Yes.

Is there a problem?

What is the problem?

He's saying you can't bring
your nail clippers on board.

What? What? Are you
joking? This is insane!

Yeah, honey, calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down.

You've been like a wet
blanket this entire trip!

Well...

You said this trip
was gonna be fun!

You said it was gonna
be dinner and dancing,

and it's been just
run, run, run, museum,

gallery, run, run, run...

Here we go with
the run, run, run.

Yes, I know you would love it if I
stayed home with you and the kids,

but I have actual
responsibilities.

You think it's easy taking
care of three kids with no help?

You get to come and go as you
please, show up whenever you want,

and expect us to stop everything
and follow your every command?

Yes, okay, I have a few
faults, and thank God that I do.

Otherwise you wouldn't have
anything to act morally superior about.

At least I'm consistent! Someone
has to be the pillar, the anchor!

The ball and chain?

When have I ever
slowed you down?

When have I ever stopped you?

I never pretended to be anything other
than what I am and you used to love it!

Remember, Eve? Sunbathing
on the red desert sands of Tunisia?

I got third degree burns.

Skin diving in the
canals of Venice?

- Amoebic dysentery.
- It was worth it.

Or maybe it wasn't.

Maybe it was a mistake for us to get
personally involved in the beginning.

I don't know.

Is that really how you feel?

This isn't about my feelings.
This is about your feelings.

How do you want me, Eve?

I'm either a screw-up
or I'm a hero.

So, choose. How do you want me?

I want you to be a hero.

Then start looking
at me that way again.

And how exactly do
you feel about me?

You don't know?

Eve, from the moment
I laid eyes on you

in that German steam
tunnel I've loved you.

I love you more than
anyone I've ever known.

More than anything
I've ever learned.

I love you more
than learning itself.

Tell him he can
keep the nail clippers.

- We made it.
- With time to spare.

Everyone have
their magic Tic Tacs?

Or negative matter
catalytic conversion tablets?

Yes.

- Have we forgotten anything?
- Not a thing.

How are you?

Uh, I think we forgot
about 140 things.

We definitely don't have
enough Tic Tacs for everybody.

How did we do that?

The Clipping Book didn't say
anything about passengers.

- What's our next move?
- Take our seats.

We have to reassess.
You have a plan, right?

- Uh, sort of.
- This changes everything.

We've got to get the passengers
off before we hit the Triangle.

The Eye of Ra will have to wait.

The Triangle's window is unpredictable.
We may never get another chance.

Stone, what do you think?

I can't believe that
sneaky son of a bitch.

- What?
- Ezekiel.

He forged himself a first-class
ticket and put us back here in coach.

Focus! We don't
have time for this.

I agree with Baird. We've
got to turn this thing around.

- Yes!
- You agree?

No. No, but look.

They have the exact same nail
clippers in the in-flight magazine.

How lucky is that?

I mean, obviously, I can't order
them now, but if we survive.

You're serious? That's what
you're thinking about right now?

Yeah, and I was going
to order myself a Fanta,

which is by far my
favorite orange beverage.

Very popular in South America.

And I was gonna ask the stewardess
to bring me some before we crash.

Okay, that's it. You're
coming with me.

Explain yourself. There
are innocent people

on this plane
who could get hurt.

Don't be naive, Eve. Innocent
people are already getting hurt.

And more will, too,
if we don't stop Apep.

Logic clearly dictates

the needs of the many
outweigh the needs of the few.

Okay, who said that, Plato?

No, Spock in Star Trek
II: The Wrath of Khan,

but I think it's true.
Now, if you'll excuse me.

Oh, you are not
walking away again.

Oh, really? Well,
bring it. I'd like to see...

The pain clear your head?

Are you ready to tell me
what's going on with you?

I've been a fool.

First, Dulaque released
magic back into the world,

and then Prospero
supercharged the ley lines,

and now Apep is using those
ley lines like the Autobahn

to drive Pure Evil back into the
world and it's all been on my watch.

Our watch.

It's too big for one
Librarian to stop,

so stop trying to fix it alone.

You're pushing us away. Why?

Because this is different.

I've been looking for Charlene
and I've seen what Pure Evil can do.

It comes on, seductive as love,

and leaves a wake of
broken bodies, broken spirits,

broken hearts, and pain.

The kind of pain that makes
death look like a blessing.

- What was that?
- Uh, nothing good.

Decide to come
back here and join us?

Felt it all the way
up there, did ya?

Sure did. Spilled
champagne all over myself.

And that's not
even the half of it.

Where's Flynn and Eve?

Really?

In the middle of a
mission? Are they...

Anyway, you two
need to come see this.

Let's go. We should be
approaching the Triangle.

Wait, wait, wait, I'm serious.

From now on, happy
endings are not on the table.

The choices are gonna be
between horrible and the unthinkable.

I know, but I also know you.

And I know you wouldn't
let an innocent person

suffer if there's
an alternative.

So you always find one.

There were people
and seats in here.

That's definitely not good.

The pilots. Go.

- Crikey.
- Oh, man.

Either one of you
know how to fly a plane?

If you two are done having fun, we
could really use your help up front.

- Where are the pilots?
- Gone.

We're trying to
find the autopilot.

You're not really willing to let all
these people die, are you, Flynn?

- No.
- I didn't think so.

Stone, Cassandra, take the magic door,
set it up in the back, evacuate everyone.

Ezekiel and I will
take over up here.

- Flynn?
- I know, calm the passengers.

No, I was going to say do you or do
you not know how to speak Spanish?

Eve, two of my PhDs are in 15th
and 17th century Spanish literature.

I translated Don Quixote
myself when I was 12...

- I get it. Calm everyone down.
- Right.

Careful.

Calling Air Traffic Control.

Mayday, Mayday, this is
Air Marahuaca, Flight 77.

We are going down! I
repeat, we are going...

Ezekiel! That is
the plane's intercom!

I know, well, I
know some Spanish,

and that definitely
ain't from this century.

Whatever it is, it
seems to be working.

Okay, I think I've almost
got it ready to crank up.

Remember, we can
only use this once.

Put your hands in the air!

- Step away from the door.
- Put the gun down, man.

Special Agent Sam Linsky,
Department of Statistical Anomalies.

I have orders to shoot if you attempt
to harm these passengers in any way.

Sir, this isn't
what it looks like.

I will not warn you again.

Hold onto something.

Warning. Strong
warning. Strong warning.

- Strong warning.
- Time to go.

We need everyone
off this plane now!

Cassandra, show 'em it's safe!

Watch me!

Ezekiel, you, too!

You don't have to tell me twice!

Miss Cillian, what
are you doing here?

Hey.

Go! Go!

Do something, Flynn! Help
me get these people out of here!

Be the hero I know you are.

There's the look.

Okay, I may know
something that might work.

That's some magic trick.

It's actually an old stage hypnosis
technique developed by Houdini.

I think they'll be a lot
easier to round up now.

Stone, let's go to it!

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Okay...

I don't... Yes, come this way.

Right this way. Okay.

No, no, no, there you go,
there you go. Nice piggies.

I'll be right behind you.

I promise, Flynn, we're
doing the right thing.

We will find the Eye of Ra.

I know we will.

Go!

Colonel Baird.

Where's Mr. Carsen?

Rabbit.

Bermuda Triangle's not
an hourglass worm hole,

it's a looking
glass rabbit hole.

Some sort of Lewis Carroll inspired,
extra-dimensional magical safe

designed to keep the Eye of Ra
from falling into the wrong hands.

And I'm talking to myself.

"" If seven maids with seven
mops swept it for half a year,

"" do you suppose it's possible
they could make it clear?'

""I doubt it, ' said the Carpenter,
and shed a bitter tear." Jenkins!

No, not Jenkins. Who are you?

We have not met.
And yet we have.

For all who seek the Eye have a
certain air about them as telling as a lie.

They swear that they're never
wrong right up until they die.

So the Eye of Ra's here?

Fantastic!

Okay, what do I have to do?

There is a game designed to
tell the learned from the fool.

Whether you crave golden
glory or live by the Golden Rule.

To see if you possess the knowledge
that can't be taught in school.

This sounds like
fun. How do we start?

The chessboard in the Rose
Garden is where the game is played.

- But watch out...
- Okay, got it.

Which way is the chessboard?

- What?
- This is a place of opposites,

where night that looks like day.

To travel to the place you wish,

you must start the other way.

But missteps come with
penalties you can't afford to pay.

- Cassandra.
- Silence, Knight.

And take your position.

The rules of the game are
simple, four chances to advance.

Each question answered
honestly wins you another chance.

Attempt a lie, a con, or cheat,

and you will get the lance.

I'm sorry, the what?

The lance.

Okay, so I'm guessing
this won't be movie trivia.

Teaching is to tend a garden,
sowing seeds into a tree,

throwing all the cage doors
open, letting people's minds fly free.

Would you say that
this describes you?

Would your pupils all agree?

Definitely. They
absolutely would.

I mean, most of them.

Many of them. I think there's
maybe one or two that wouldn't.

Maybe one who would
say that I constantly

deny him his individuality and
awesomeness for no other reason

than I find it really annoying
and I wish he was more like me.

It seems you are no stranger
to competing games of sport.

The question is, when passions
flare, does your fuse burn long or short?

Are you fine to share the
credit or are you the jealous sort?

I think that I'm a pretty
even-tempered guy.

I mean, I try to be. Okay,
I'm not. Okay, I'm a sore loser.

I'm a bad sport. I like to win
and I like to be first and if I'm not,

I throw a tantrum
like a little baby!

Okay.

Relationships define our
lives from birth until the end.

We're careful not
to let bonds break.

They're difficult to mend.

And so I ask you plainly,
are you a caring friend?

Well, how... You know, friendship,
it's kind of a subjective concept...

Let me finish! Let me finish.
I was going to say I'm not.

I'm a terrible friend. I don't
know how to be a caring friend.

Or maybe I do and I'm
just afraid to try and...

I'm afraid to get close to people
'cause I'm terrified of being hurt.

Three questions
down and one to go.

I see you've hit your stride.

But do not get too confident.
You've not yet reached this side.

Do you think you are a humble
man or a victim of your pride?

Well, I wouldn't say I
was a victim of my pride.

I mean... Wait, wait, wait...

No, I'm not a humble
man. I used to be.

I used to be a lot of things.

I used to be, uh, insecure,
scared, and I hated it,

and I think I built up an armor
of confidence to hide the fact

that I'm never more than two steps
away from a full-on panic attack.

And I can see...

I can see how
that would alienate

the people who care about me the
most, and I'm very sorry about that.

Congratulations, Knight.
You have the inner vision.

The Eye of Ra is yours.

Collect your prize.

I underestimated you.
I didn't think you'd last.

But you found your
strength in candor,

and so to you the Eye is passed.

And may I introduce to
you all the remaining cast?

We who have pledged
to guard the Eye

now entrust the Eye to you.

In it resides hope eternal,

but it has a secret, too.

Would you like me to tell him?

No, I believe I should tell him.

I also think we can
dispense with the rhyme

and the literary theatrics.

Don't you agree, Flynn?
May I call you Flynn?

Teddy Chislington, I presume.

You're quite a Librarian, Flynn.

Up there with Enoch the Elder.

Well, that is very high
praise, coming from you.

And may I also say that you've done
a masterful job keeping the Eye safe.

What choice did I have?

To possess a weapon designed to
be wielded last in the ultimate battle

is an awesome sense of
responsibility, to say the least.

I knew even the Library was
not secure enough to protect it.

No, I needed to hide it
where others feared to tread,

design a test only a Librarian
with a pure heart could pass.

Why Lewis Carroll?

His characters always
seemed the most fun,

but it's who they represent
to you that's important.

They serve as a mirror, the
test being one of reflection.

Of course. It forces the challenger to
face whatever it is he fears the most.

Well, every person who
has come through this test

has brought their own
challenges with them.

You're the first
to conquer yours.

And now that you
have, my work is done.

So, you gave up
everything to stay here?

I am at peace.

I assume you know the
history of the Eye of Ra?

Yes, yes, yes. It has to do
with the Egyptian sun god, Ra,

who symbolizes bringing
of the dawn, peace, rebirth.

Partly, but there is a component
of violence inherent in any creation.

A death in every birth.

And for the Eye to pursue its
gift, a sacrifice must be made.

- What kind of sacrifice?
- A life of your choosing.

To knowingly
take a life, any life,

is anathema to
being a Librarian,

and by far the hardest duty
we're ever asked to perform.

I can't do that. I can't do it.

I'm afraid, when
push comes to shove,

I wouldn't be
able to do that. I...

Can't think of any life that
I'd be willing to lay down

in the service of
fighting evil, other than...

Yes, Flynn.

I know what I have to do.

Maybe I've always known.

Goodbye, Teddy.

Safe travels.

Farewell, Flynn.

You, too.

It's got to be
something. Okay...

I can't...

- Flynn!
- How did you get here?

How did you get off the plane?

Did you find the Eye of Ra?

First things first.

Bad news concerns your luggage.

Let's fire up the Back Door, send
these good people on their way.

Gladly, sir. Good
to have you back.

- I see you were successful.
- Indeed, I was.

Then I feel I must tell you that while
the Eye is our court of last resort,

it does not come
without a price.

So I've been made aware.

And when the time
comes, I will be ready.

No, sir, you're
not suggesting...

We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

And, in the meantime, let's
keep that price tag between us.

Yes, sir. I understand.

I thought you said you
were right behind me.

I know, and I'm sorry.

Didn't want to risk
losing the Eye of Ra.

I didn't want to
risk losing you.

Librarians are a dime a dozen
these days, but a Guardian,

they're a little
harder to come by.

What happened to you down there?

Things are gonna be different
from now on, Eve, I promise.

No more running away.

What do we do with him?

I don't know.

Cassandra, what do you
think we should do with him?

Me? Oh, um, I hadn't
thought of anything.

Why don't you and Ezekiel
come up with something?

Be creative. I trust you.

- What are you gonna do?
- Me, I could use a drink.

How about it, Stone?

You got any cold ones stashed
around here somewheres?

I might have some chillin'
in the Fountain of Youth.

All righty, then. Now that our
Venezuelans are on their way,

after we take care
of our DOSA friend,

we all reconvene at the Fountain
of Youth for a little mission debrief.

You sure you're okay?

Let's just say I traveled
through the looking glass

and it was quite a ride.

And I learned that the
best defense to have

is not a suit of pride,

but rather to go into war

with good friends by your side.

So, what do you say, friends?

Shall we see it through?

All right, Librarians, that's the
way you wanna play it, huh?