The Librarians (2014–2018): Season 3, Episode 9 - And the Fatal Separation - full transcript

Opportunity. It
never just happens.

Opportunity must be
dragged into submission

by unflinching determination.

That is what I've done
with everything in my life,

from my businesses to
my unique collections.

Truly, there is
nothing you cannot get

if you are determined enough.

So if your offer provides me
with a suitable opportunity,

I have no doubt I can
obtain what you desire.

The lost city of Shangri-La.

The fighter battles with
passion of the heart.



But a true warrior battles
with wisdom of the soul.

In Oklahoma, that's
all we got is soul.

The Death Touch.

One more ounce of pressure
and Monkey King's life is through.

Well done.

Your training is complete.

Master, please, I can't be done.

I've not even been
here two months.

Time is not the
measure of man, Jacob.

Only what he achieves.

Monkey King earned
the staff of Shangri-La.

Your destiny lies elsewhere.

The Library was right to send
you here to complete training,

but I have taught
you all that I can.



Come on, there's gotta be
something else you can teach me.

- Well, there are magical techniques...
- No.

No magic.

And I respect that decision,
but it means from now on,

your lessons must be
ones you teach yourself.

That is your practice.

For Monkey King, I
practice something else.

Making banana smoothies.

Jenkins!

What is this place?
What's with all the candles?

The Chamber of Memories, sir.

Couldn't just call it
the Candle Room?

Well, with the rooms of the
Library being moved as they were,

I only rediscovered it today.

Each candle is linked
to the soul of a person

connected to the Library.

If the flame burns,
they are still alive.

If not, they are a memory,

and the Chamber gives us
very good news today, sir.

Charlene's candle.

Still burning.

So, she's alive.

Yes, sir.

I knew it.

It is good to have
one's hopes affirmed.

Indeed.

Oh, wow.

This room's gonna get a lot darker
when my candle goes out, Jenkins?

Actually, sir, that's
Colonel Baird's candle.

Oh.

Which one is mine?

- That one.
- What?

That one?

What? No. No, no,
no, sir, not that one.

That's Mr. Jones'. Actually...

That one.

Doesn't seem to
have very far to go.

Well, every candle
must go out sometime.

"A thousand candles
can be lit from one,

"but that candle's
life is not shortened.

"Happiness never
deceases by being shared."

That quote is easy.
Gautama Buddha.

My turn.

"Every man has a
plan until he is struck."

Sun Tzu? No. Confucius?

Mike Tyson.

To wisdom, in all its forms.

And to the power of the soul.

- Sifu!
- Save my staff!

- Sifu?
- The staff is more important than me.

Step away from the staff.

Sorry, but that is exactly
what I've come for.

Not if I have
anything to do with it.

Then we are happy to oblige.

All of us.

Son of...

No!

Seize him!

And Shangri-La is mine.

On.

Off.

Off.

Are you okay?

Sure.

No. I don't know.

When I got out of the surgery,

I was so grateful
that I still had my gift,

but it's not the same.

Right, you said.

It's bigger.

It's a lot bigger.

And it does different things.

It affects people.

I don't know how to control it.

It's scary.

When we first met, you weren't
in control of the gift you had.

You thought you'd
never get a handle on it.

- But you did.
- Yeah, but that's the thing.

I'm afraid to try it.
What if I hurt somebody?

Look, I've been working
with Stone and Ezekiel,

trying to get everyone
where they need to be,

but you're the one I can't help.

I don't understand
magic like you do.

I can't imagine what it's
like having a gift like yours.

Still, I've seen the future
you, and you're amazing.

And I know you'll
eventually get there.

The Library chose
you. Not for your gift,

but for your ability to know
when to use it and when not to.

And when the time comes,

I know you'll do
the right thing.

Thank you.

Stone?

Shangri-La is under attack.

For centuries, the
location of Shangri-La

has been a deeply-held secret
within the magic community.

I'm telling you, the guy
swooped in with an army.

This Asian gentlemen
with a group of thugs...

Not thugs, ninjas.

Ninjas. Black PJs, blow
darts, the whole nine yards.

That's why we
gotta get back there,

call up everybody we
know, clear it out ASAP.

I think I may know him.

Did he look like this?

That's him.

- Sterling Lam.
- Sterling Lam.

Chinese billionaire,
collector of antiquities.

He and I have
crossed paths before

in Cambodia over
the Shield of Angora,

and I beat him, but
it came at a cost.

So Lam is serious.

That's why we have to go back.

Okay, but we go back smart.

It gets complicated when
mentors are involved.

Because you trust and care about
them, you make rash decisions.

I'm not being
rash. He's my sifu.

I owe him.

- You don't understand...
- Actually, I do.

Back at NATO I had an incredible mentor
who meant the world to me, but... Anyway.

The point is, if we go back, we have to
know what we're getting ourselves into.

Well, we know he's a well-funded
ninja-commanding badass.

What about Shangri-La.
Is it on a ley line?

No. Doesn't need to be, though.

Even before the
Monkey King repaired it,

it was always a source...
Powerful source of white magic.

It's only thanks to the
King's staff and magical tail

that he has been able
to hold power for so long.

Repaired? What happened?

All right, it may have
been partially destroyed

when I was going after
the Spear of Destiny.

But it wasn't my fault.

Okay.

Can you get us in there
using a magic door?

Can get you near the
city, not inside the walls.

The city is such a
powerful source of magic,

- should it fall into the wrong hands...
- Magic could be turned to the dark side.

Yes, and then the balance between
good and evil on the Earth... boop.

Which would give Lam even
more bad magic on his side.

And further empower Apep.

Which means multiple
levels of suckage.

But none of that has happened
yet. Now, according to legend,

he who wields the Staff
of Shangri-La at sundown

- becomes its rightful ruler.
- Correct.

So, we go back there, we don't
have to take on Lam directly,

we've to get the staff
from him by sunset.

How do we do that and not go head-to-head?
He knows you. He's seen me now,

and if the organization is as sharp as you
say it is, they probably know Baird, too.

What do you say we take
a page out of The Odyssey?

Strangers at the gate.

Land pirates, they say,
with something to sell.

- Shield of Angkor.
- Impossible.

They claim to have
stolen it from a Librarian.

Bring them in.

The Shield of Angkor. King Jayavarman
used it to push his enemies to the sea.

Yet somehow it has come
into the possession of...

Amy Adamantite and Mr. Zet.

Odd. I thought I knew
everyone in our line of work.

Yet I've never heard of you. You
say you took it from a Librarian?

Long story, one we can tell
after we discuss some business.

Or I can kill you and
take the shield right now.

The shield is protected by
the Seven Curses of Khmer.

Unless I give you
the revocation chant,

whoever touches it loses
their memories, hearing, hair...

I know all about
the Seven Curses.

Well played.

Let's discuss business over tea.

Looks like we're clear.

Ha! Nice plan.

- It's a Trojan horse. It works every time.
- Yay, Odyssey.

This way.

Land pirates. In other
words, mercenaries.

We're not big on titles.

I don't suppose you ever crossed
paths with Black-Eyed Pierre?

The scourge of
southern antiquities?

We beat him to the Helm of Troy.

What about Mad Carlos Gabaldon?

The Raider of the Rainforest?

He beat us to the Scepter of
Machu Picchu, but then got arrested.

How about Ezekiel Jones?

He's a Librarian.

A great thief. Foolishly went
to work for the other side.

I never saw the man, but I
did hear his voice at a party

boasting about a conquest
in that arrogant accent of his.

I will never forget it.

He was also the last man to
touch the shield before we got to it.

You killed Ezekiel Jones?

- How?
- We choked him.

Excellent.

I have a history
with Librarians.

I heard that Mr. Jones
was the most clever.

Seriously? I just... I
mean, I'd never heard that.

- Doesn't your partner talk?
- No.

He was struck by lightning as a
child and his fillings fused his jaw shut.

Shall we discuss price?

I have to admit, Shangri-La
looks better than I remember.

Right, receiving
chamber's on the first floor.

Throne room and staff are on the
top floor. There's only two guards.

Whoa! If just one of those
guards sets off an alarm,

we'll have to take
on 10 times as many.

True, most throne rooms are
built with a secret exit to ward coups

- and assassinations, the like...
- Right, like the Queen's room

- in Buckingham Palace.
- Or the exit in the floor at Versailles.

So we're looking
for a secret door.

Guys, I've been living here for
over a month. Secret door is this way.

There.

The Staff of Shangri-La.

- It's probably booby-trapped.
- Yeah, but I got a plan.

- You take the staff, I place this one.
- Okay, okay. Good thinking.

- So, on my count.
- Yeah.

Three, two...

Not again.

Well done, Your Highness.

My head feels like it was stomped
on by the Colossus of Rhodes.

Yeah, well, Valerian sleeping
darts will do that to you.

You know, it would've
been nice if you'd mentioned

that your sifu had
joined forces with Lam.

He didn't. I mean,
that's not the King I know.

Lam did something, changed him.

- Well, clearly knew we were coming.
- Why would they just knock us out?

Because we're Librarians, a prize
that can only yield bigger prizes.

Only thing bigger
than us would be...

- Guardian.
- Exactly.

- Where's Eve?
- She was gone when I woke up.

We gotta get outta here.

That's what I'm working on.

Luckily, they put us in a room

with marble urns,
baking soda and tin foil.

Right, so we're going
to bake our way out?

So we have a deal?

Works for us.

Excellent.

I will have my men
collect your gold and...

Excuse me.

Jaw fused shut?

I'm sorry, but when he
said he'd heard your voice,

electroplating was the
first thing I could think of.

- Ezekiel?
- Hang on, something's going on.

Yeah, Baird's been caught. Look.

That's not good.

- Neither is that.
- What do we do?

Save our Guardian.

- Go!
- Go!

Guard, guard!

Guard, help! Help!
My friend's choking.

He needs help. He's choking!
Choking! Needs water, please.

He's not worth anything to
anybody dead. Thank you. Thank you.

Perfect.

What's this water gonna do?

Well, marble mixed with baking
soda gives you sodium carbonate.

Sodium carbonate mixed with
leftover calcium hydroxide gives you lye,

and lye mixed with
aluminum gives you sodium

and sodium mixed with water

gives you a little something I
like to call a Coulomb explosion.

Remind me to never let
you into the Annex kitchen.

Guys are knocked out cold.

This one's not.

Eve.

It's just a bunch of cages.

Yeah, cages full
of magical items.

Hercules' club, magic carpet,

Crystal of Athar? This
guy collects everything.

Everything and everyone.

Eve!

Flynn!

This is the last
place you should be.

Don't worry, Charlene,
we're going to get you out.

- Yeah, boys...
- This is a 1793 Bowman lock.

Eighteen iron slides, 470
million possible permutations.

- A piece of cake.
- Yeah, Flynn.

Charlene, been looking
for you for eight months.

You think an old British lock
is gonna keep me from... Ow!

You got yourself out, I see.

I am so glad that you are okay.

Of course I'm okay.
I'm always okay.

I did not need you to rescue me.

Well, what are you doing here?

Hiding.

- I didn't want you seeking.
- You're hiding here, why?

It was the last place that
Apep would look for me.

Shangri-La?

No, in Lam's possessions.

If Apep couldn't find me, I
doubt he'd think that Lam could.

In this cage... You've been
in this cage since Peru?

Yeah. It's not the Four Seasons,

but it's three hots and a cot
and the company's not so bad.

Oh, stow it, Phil. I'll send
somebody for you soon enough.

Charlene, if you
were in trouble,

why didn't you call me?
I could've helped you.

Because Apep is watching you.

You found me, could
Apep be far behind?

But we can stop him.

No, Flynn, you can't.

Apep is not Prospero, he's not
Dulaque, he's an Egyptian god.

And if he gets a hold of me,

he can undo the Library
and release pure evil.

Okay, well, then we will
hide you someplace else.

I'm sure Jenkins knows
somebody in Atlantis.

I'm heading to the
Library. It's my only option.

What does that mean?

I have to sever my
connection with the Library.

Now that Judson is gone,

Jenkins is the only one
that can perform the ritual.

You can't do that. You're
the original Guardian.

Your connection to the Library's
the key to your immortality.

Wait, so you're gonna
die to save the Library?

I've had a great run, boys,
but the world is at stake.

It's time for me to say
goodbye to the Library

and to this dimension forever.

No, no.

Those two men just
loaded Baird onto that train.

Where do you think
they're taking her?

My money's on the underground
markets in Chengguan.

There you can buy
anything or anyone.

All aboard?

You are not leaving
this dimension.

I have no choice.

All right, to be continued. For
right now, what about Shangri-La?

Lam's about to take it over and
we're not gonna let that happen.

Lam can take it over,
but only if he has the staff.

He does. And the Monkey King.

And Eve.

Lam has Colonel Baird?

This is what we're saying.

We have to retrieve the
staff, save the city and Eve.

- And do it all before sunset.
- Seriously?

This is how you run
things when I'm away?

You can help us. We're
Librarians, but you're still a Guardian.

So, what do you say?
One more mission?

One more adventure? One
more trip around the thing?

For the last time, I am a US citizen
with contacts in the US military and NATO.

All right.

Let's drop the act.

Your white socks say American.
Your haircut says paramilitary.

I don't know who
you're working for,

but you're about to be placed
under arrest for war crimes,

per the NATO charter, by Counter
Terror Chief General Cynthia Rockwell.

Take it away, General.

Release her.

What's going on?

These guys work for you?

- Ten-hut!
- Yes, ma'am.

Now, that's my soldier.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Good to see you, Colonel.

Good to see you, too,
but what's going on?

I... I don't understand.

I needed a chat with my protégé,

and your current job
made you difficult to reach.

So you had me kidnapped?

I made a mutually beneficial deal
with a key player in the private sector.

You gave Sterling Lam
the map to Shangri-La.

Not me personally. My agency.

DOSA.

You work for DOSA?

Work for? No, no, no.

I'm running it.

That's why it's
imperative that I talk to you

about the sleeper
agent in your Library.

Not possible.

If someone were spying
on us, I would know about it.

Eve, you misunderstand me.

That sleeper agent is you.

I apologize for keeping you
in the dark. I had no choice,

- if you were gonna be an effective asset.
- I'm not an asset.

Not a knowing one.

That's what made you so good.

You really think it
was a coincidence

that you and Flynn Carsen
wound up in the same German town

hunting for the same WMD
at the exact same time?

We planted the intel
about that artifact.

We knew he'd come,
so we sent you in.

- No.
- I authorized your transfer

from NATO counter-intelligence,

to get us access to the Library.

Now that you have, it's
time for your wake-up call.

Wake up to do what?

To give us the Library.
The government, DOSA.

I can't do that.

Your job is to protect the United
States from terrorist organizations.

The Library is not a
terrorist organization.

- It possesses weapons of mass destruction.
- Those are artifacts.

Weapons that are a clear and
present danger to the United States

- and our allies.
- You don't understand.

I understand that
airplanes have vanished,

that whole towns have
been hit by mass hysteria.

Innocent people
have lost their lives.

All with these Librarians, that
happen to be in the center of it all.

Yes, they protect the people.

- From these artifacts?
- It's why the Library exists.

So magical items stay in the hands
of the people who comprehend them.

You mean a failed academic, a
cowboy, a janitor and a crook?

Clearly you don't understand
these people or what they do.

- But do you?
- Of course, they're my...

Yes. I trust them.

These Librarians, they've
never lied to you about anything?

Never.

Flynn Carsen always told
you the truth? No secrets?

These artifacts, they have
never used any of them?

No, no.

Okay, maybe sometimes,
but always for good.

And are you sure they've
never used any magic on you?

Absolutely not.

But if they did,

how would you know?

When Agents go undercover,

there's a percentage of
them that end up identifying

with the groups
they're trying to infiltrate.

It's a form of
Stockholm syndrome.

It can even happen
when magic isn't involved.

General, that's
not this. That's...

They're not the enemy.
We're not the enemy.

I know you're not.

You took a bullet for me.

I'll never forget that,
let alone repay it.

That's why I would
never lie to you.

But you'd use me.

I had to get someone
into that Library.

You're the best officer I've ever
had. You're free to go at the next stop.

I just needed to get you
here one-on-one to find out

if they've used
any magic on you.

And more importantly,
remind you of who you are

and that you swore an oath to
the United States of America.

Now,

you gonna hold up to your oath?

Or throw your lot in with the people
you just admitted you can't trust?

All right, in order for Lam to
take possession of Shangri-La,

he has to bring the staff
to the city's magical nexus.

AKA the throne room.

All right, we gotta try to
figure out a way to get up there

now that Lam knows that
we know the secret entrance.

Do you guys always do a
recap before you go on a job?

No wonder your
missions take so long.

Flynn, remember when you
had to trap that basilisk in Cyrene?

Yes. Wait.

That move? Almost
got everybody killed.

All right, guys, I don't think
getting everybody killed

is the right tactic
to get the King back.

Yeah, but there's a big difference between
the way Flynn tried it then and now.

Why's that?

We didn't have
Charlene as our Guardian.

Damn right.

They switch out every 10
minutes exactly, like clockwork.

Which gives us nine minutes and 40
seconds till the other one comes back.

I'm ready if you are.

On.

Zero, eight, three.

It's a hexadecimal
approximation of pi.

It's a hexadecimal
approximation of pi.

Look, lady, I don't
speak Chinese.

- Colonel.
- Ezekiel. What are you doing here?

Rescuing you. Are you all right?

I am now. Let's get out of here.

We're running out of daylight.

Two of them, three of us.
Easy peasy, lemon squeasy.

"Never fear moving forward
slowly. Only fear standing still."

Who said that?

He did.

Ooh. Red's
definitely not his color.

I think Lam put him
under some kind of a spell.

- The Murder Harp.
- What's the Murder Harp?

Something Lam just recently
acquired for his collection.

Constructed from the bones of a
murdered girl, strung with her hair.

It corrupts the soul
of all who listen to it.

Tops Jenkins'
"Most-Wanted" list.

Stone, give him the...

You guys get the staff from Lam.

I got this.

Sifu, please,

you don't want to do this.

All right, maybe you do.

When the sun leaves the
throne room of Shangri-La,

whoever holds the
staff will rule the city.

So, where is it?

It's right here.

And so is the man
who will kill you!

He's got a few more guys
than I thought he would.

Yeah. "We're Librarians.
You're a Guardian."

How could I be so gullible?

What do you want me to
suggest, a tactical retreat?

Stall 'em. I'll be right back.

Stall them?

Sifu, it's me!

It's Jacob Stone,
okay? Snap out of it!

You defeated me once, Librarian,

but now you'll watch as I
possess all of Shangri-La.

Well, that sounds pretty neat until
you realize what you're giving up.

I give up nothing.

I wouldn't be so sure,
Lam. You take Shangri-La,

and you tip the balance
between good and evil.

And I'm not talking
about second-rate evil,

people texting in movies.

No, I'm talking about full-on
apocalyptic total annihilation.

You take Shangri-La
and you give up your life.

- That's a risk I'm willing to take.
- Yeah?

And what about your associates?
Are they willing to take that risk, too?

What do you mean?

Well, greed comes at a price.
Are you really gonna pay his?

Especially considering
what he's about to do to you?

Sifu,

don't make me do this.

Don't make me.

I don't know, Lam.

Seems like you might
be losing your leverage.

Just like you did in Siem Reap!

I've lost nothing.

And this time, I will
damage more than your leg.

It's not too late
to give up, Lam.

You could still collect
baseball cards or stamps.

You mean so you can take
the staff for your collection?

That is what your Library
is, after all. A collection.

Just like mine.

The Library is way
more than a collection!

It stands to protect the world!

Really?

If that's so true, why
are you here all alone?

Alone? I'm not alone.

Some of you possessions
are not very happy with you.

Get 'em, Phil.

- No!
- Not so fast, Lam.

You should've taken my
offer when you had the chance.

Flynn, the sun's about to set!

I can't. I can't kill you.

Stone, the staff!

All right,

I know your soul is corrupted,

but if anything can make
it pure again, it is this staff,

a symbol of all the goodness
that you brought to this place.

You told me a warrior fights
with the wisdom in his soul.

Okay? If you got any wisdom
in there, then fight for your soul!

Jacob?

Sifu?

You okay?

A man who eats crackers in bed

wakes up feeling crummy.

But Shangri-La is still mine.

It is?

Yes, Jacob, you
could've killed me,

but instead you saved
my soul with your own.

And there you have your reward.

What is it?

The will of the staff.

Magic? No magic. Take it off.

I cannot.

What does it do?

It is the gift of
the inner soul.

With it, you may bring light
where there is only darkness.

Okay, what does that mean, Sifu?

You will know when it is time.

For now, go, Jacob, with
thanks from all of Shangri-La.

Everything looks beautiful.

Well,

for the Guardian who
helped save Shangri-La,

everything had to be just right.

I've meant to thank you

for all the kindnesses you've
shown me over the years.

I hope it's not too late.

For us, it's never too late.

In fact, if you would
like to reconsider...

I can't. I know you
mean well, but...

Charlene, please.
Damn it, I don't mean well.

I love you.

Oh, my gosh. Jenkins had
said that he pledged himself

to someone who loved another.

- I had no idea that person was...
- Charlene.

The sun still rises
and sets in your eyes.

Your soul is the only place
I have ever found peace...

Galahad, please don't.

You are the bravest, boldest,
most loyal knight I have ever known.

You would've made
a fine Librarian.

But still, my heart
belongs to someone else,

and that is who I
must return to now.

Yes. I understand.

It's just, well...

It sucks.

Before I go...

Jacob,

Cassandra, Ezekiel,

you all have such amazing gifts.

I'm sure the Library
will be in good hands.

- Guardian.
- Guardian.

Flynn.

Charlene, you were amazing
today. And we had an adventure.

And it was a great adventure.

And that doesn't have to
stop. You don't have to do this.

Yes, I do.

Sometimes we have
to make sacrifices,

as hard as that is
for those around us.

But more than anyone,

you understand
the sacrifice I make.

Don't you?

Yes, I do.

I remember a young man who
couldn't get out of his own way.

Sure, he could diagnose
parajugular lymph nodes on sight,

or recite ancient Aramaic

or tell an old lady how many cats she
has by the number of hairs on her shirt.

Three.

But he didn't understand life.

I have had the immense pleasure
of watching that young man grow

to be the finest Librarian
I have ever known.

I'm gonna miss you.

I'll see you again.

Goodbye, Charlene.

- Before I go...
- Yes, we know.

Keep our receipts.

I'm ready.

Goodbye, Galahad.

Goodbye, my love.