The Librarians (2014–2018): Season 4, Episode 5 - And the Bleeding Crown - full transcript

Mom!

Mom!

Dad!

Something happened.

I just woke up and I'm...

Old.

- Pete?
- Petey?

Mom? Dad? No!

What?

What?

Good heavens! Is that you?



What?

An entire town
turning old overnight.

- How is that even possible?
- It's not. It's magical.

- Or maybe it's a time bubble.
- Yeah. Or it's Florida.

Aw! I love old
people holding hands.

Hey, I'm 22.

Sorry. Sorry.

Clipping Book mentioned
the Worth family.

They were the first residents
to phone in the incident.

According to New Weedon
census, they live on Queen Street.

"New Weedon." This whole town
is barely older than that yoga circle.

Or it could be a curse.

Maybe this town's built on,
like, an old people graveyard.

Or a graveyard.



Flynn and I will
interview the Worths.

You three snoop around,
see what you can dig up.

- Come with me, young man.
- After you, young lady.

Okay.

Oh, um, excuse me, sir?

Could, uh, we ask
you a few quick...

Mommy! Mama!

I think you just
scared off her baby.

All right, this is
weird, even for us.

- Mrs. Worth?
- Yes?

- I'm Flynn Carsen.
- Are you a journalist?

No, I'm a Librarian.

Oh.

Mmm-mmm.

Thank you for the
lemonade, Mrs. Worth.

Cathy, please.

And this is my husband Pete.

And this is Pete Junior.
Uh, was Pete Junior.

Can you tell us what happened?

I was making breakfast.
Pete was in bed.

It was the big game last
night. We let him sleep in.

I'm quarterback. Go, Geese.

And then there
was this big flash.

A big red flash and...

And then we were like this.

- A red flash?
- Yeah, like a light bulb popping.

Nothing else out
of the ordinary?

Not that I can think of.

Look, are we going to
be stuck like this forever?

I used to be 45. I was
really good at being 45.

- Don't worry, we'll fix this.
- Okay.

Peter, what have I told you
about texting in company?

Mom.

Flynn, I wonder if this
turning old thing is contagious.

Aging's not viral.

I think we're okay.

Do you guys think I'm
gonna be good at being old?

What do you mean, good at it?

I don't know. I just never
thought I'd get an old age.

Brain grape. Should
I start practicing?

Hey, hey.

It's a girl. Like, a girl, girl.

Excuse me, could we ask
you a few question... Wait!

- Wait! Oh, wait, wait!
- No, no. No.

- Cass?
- Baird, we found a clue,

and she's running.

I'll send you our location.

Got it. Excuse us.

Time to go.

- Hello?
- Hello?

Listen, I know it's scary

when there's a bunch
of people chasing you.

But...

Over there.

Hey. Hey.

You don't need to
cry. We're here to help.

- We're... Uh...
- What the...

It's crying, but I
don't think it's scared.

No, scared would be us.

- All right, back it up.
- Okay.

Guys?

There's more of them.

Okay...

No! Hey!

Ahoy! Ahoy! Look out below!

Begone, foul gargoyles! Begone!

What the... Who...

Who are you?

I am the Librarian.

What?

What do you mean
you're the Librarian?

I mean, I am the Librarian,
but you may call me Dare.

And you may pass me that

two point by four standard
fluted crosshair screwdriver.

We're here. We're not
getting any younger.

Who's he?

He is the Librarian, apparently.

And we may call him Dare.

Dare?

Not Darrington Dare?

- The very same.
- No!

- Yes! Yes!
- No. Get out!

- Get out of what?
- Whoa! Whoa, whoa.

Who the hell is Darrington Dare?

He's a man who needs
a smaller screwdriver.

It's a Pocket Banshee.
He's got a Pocket Banshee!

Allow me, sir!
Please, please, please.

Ratchet head, magnetic
insulated grip. No, no, no.

None of these are good
enough for Darrington Dare.

Darrington Dare's
probably... Not probably...

Darrington Dare is the
greatest Librarian of all time.

Darrington Dare, what
are you doing here?

You're from 130
years ago in the past.

Correction. I'm from the present.
You're from 130 years in the future.

- Oh, my God! Darrington Dare!
- I am.

- You are.
- He is?

And who are you, good sir,
to know my life so intimately?

Uh... Well, Darrington,

I can't believe I'm
about to say this to you,

but I am a Librarian.

- Huh.
- And this is the screwdriver you need.

A-ha! It's the perfect fit.

So you are the Librarian
of this age. Splendid.

- Indeed. Huzzah!
- Ahhh!

- What are we? Backup dancers?
- That must make you his Guardian.

The callous on your right
hand metacarpals mound

indicates prolonged use of
firearm, military background,

but your boots are unpolished,

suggesting you've been
a civilian for some time.

Your clothing is practical,
and yet you wear a necklace.

You wish to appear attractive
to someone in the group.

Your bootlaces are the
identical design to Flynn's.

Probably bought
at the same time.

Man and woman buying bootlaces
together, that makes you a couple.

Okay, this is where
I get it from, okay.

Mr. Dare...

I'm a fan. I'm a fan.

- No, no. Darrington, please.
- Oh, okay.

We'll just call each other
by our first names, I guess.

I'm Flynn.

Maybe we could get
back to saving the day.

Of course, Mr. Stone.
My humblest apologies.

Hey. Hey, how do
you know my name?

It's written on the
inside of your shirt collar.

Now, I'm of the surest
certainty that with the aid

of the Guardian and
the Librarian of this age,

plus their
assistants, of course,

that the peril that has brought me
forward in time shall be thwarted.

Now come. We reconnoiter
at the chophouse!

I never do this, but
can I get an autograph?

- Assistants?
- The chophouse?

Is Flynn crying?

So?

Ah. Good.

It's about time
Darrington showed up.

And the other Librarian
from the present day?

Four of them?

How is that possible?

Well, that's just
making it too much fun.

Go. You know what to do.

Excuse me? Could
we order, please?

Ah, this fast food
is gonna be slow.

What a peculiar chophouse.

It's called a diner, mate.

I deduce from your accent that
the colony of Australia is still with us.

Good for you. Keep it up.

What are you doing
here, Darrington?

Flynn, if you know who I am,

then you also know
who my counterpoint is.

The darker version of myself.

- You don't mean...
- Ambrose Gethic.

- The very same.
- Who's Ambrose Gethic?

My greatest nemesis.
My oldest enemy.

Moriarty to his Holmes.

Yes. Conan Doyle based his
detective on me, you know?

Apparently it was supposed
to be a compliment.

How can a buffalo have wings?

Ambrose Gethic was a
wizard of phenomenal power

who managed to combine
the ancient art of magic

with the new technologies
of the electric age.

He's a pioneer. Genius.

A devil, and he is here.

Wait, in this town? Now?

It all began when he
stole the Bleeding Crown

of the Vampire
Queen of Northampton.

- Bleeding Crown?
- Yeah.

That's a very famous
para-parasitic artifact.

It has a red ruby in the middle

that belonged to
Elizabeth Báthory, okay?

The Hungarian Blood Countess.

Tales of it are legend.

Worse. Tales of it are true.

I traced Gethic back
to his lair in London

in an attempt to
retrieve the Crown,

but he was expecting me.

And the Vampire Queen's crown has
the power to drain a man's life force.

And my manservant Carstairs
was the first to succumb to its curse.

Now, fortunately, after a
lifetime locked in mortal combat,

I've learned to defend myself
against Gethic's dark arts.

Anti-magic tattoos.

A gift from the shaman
priests of Shamutanti.

But before I could stop him,

Gethic opened up a
portal in space and time

and escaped, taking the
Crown and his creatures with him.

I followed him through,

but we arrived at
different moments.

I've been here but a few hours.

Gethic's been here
several months.

So those things
that attacked us?

Gethic's reduplicates.

Ah...

How to explain such
a complex concept?

Let us imagine a man can create
a tangible likeness of himself,

a simulacra of his own being,

a replica, a doppelgänger, a...

- A clone?
- Yes, a clone.

Now, this is my Pocket Banshee.

It emits a sonic blast that
the clones find unbearable.

Could we just get six
glasses of water, please?

Ambrose Gethic perfected the art
of cloning back in the late 1880s.

Well, not perfected.

As you've seen, he
cannot stabilize skin.

Something about the cellular structure
of the human epidermis eluded him.

His clones quickly degenerate.

But make no mistake,
his creations are

preternaturally powerful,
decidedly dangerous.

Gadzooks! Must I die
of thirst in this alehouse?

I will attend to you, sir.

Hello! Green stuff, meet gin.

So, did Gethic use the Bleeding
Crown to oldify the town?

- Indubitably.
- Yeah, but why come all the way

to the future just to do that?

I call it a Darrington Dare
because you must be both brave

and strong to drink it.

Mmm.

How refreshing.

- Huzzah!
- Huzzah!

There must be something here
today that Ambrose Gethic wants,

and we must find it before
he does, or else this time,

nay, all of time,
shall be in dire peril.

Also, I seem to have discovered

the most extraordinarily
small umbrella.

It goes in the drink.

It goes in the drink?
How marvelous.

Try this. It's strong,
smooth, and full of character.

I call it the Flynn Carsen.

He calls it the Flynn Carsen.

Oh. Didn't know
you were that strong.

So what date have you
jumped forward from, Darrington?

August 5th, 1888.

- Day before your birthday.
- Yeah.

- You know when his birthday is?
- Of course, I know his birthday.

In fact, it is the day
before my 40th birthday,

so it marks quite the milestone.

Zounds!

A self-actuating,
automated coffee machine.

Upon my word. 'Tis
a thing of beauty.

What is it, Flynn?

Darrington Dare's
40th birthday...

He's alone, he's obsessed with
work, he never had any time for friends,

and he's attacked by
the Serpent Brotherhood...

- And killed.
- We have to warn him.

We can't. I mean, what
happened happened.

It's against the rules.

Win or lose, we
send Darrington Dare

home to his death tomorrow.

All right, what's the plan?

Flynn?

You're asking me?
He's asking me.

Of course he is,
'cause I'm the Librarian.

Well, obviously the girl is the
clue, so we should find her at once.

Eve, you and Cassandra, Ezekiel,
and Stone should check uptown.

What would that leave?

You and I shall be
banded together.

Ah, so it does.

What a coincidence.

Unless that's...

Go be a fanboy to your
hero of heroes, Flynn.

- Can I? 'Cause Darrington Dare...
- I get it.

It's just like when
I met Cinderella.

Admittedly, I was six and it
was cute, acceptable, but I get it.

Ah.

Ahoy! Ahoy!

The hunt is on.

So, Jones, who's your hero?

Uh, after me, it'd
probably have to be...

Me. What about you?

Well, I guess my mom, my dad.

- And Cinderella?
- She was good.

Until I saw Alien, and then
it was Ripley all the way.

Einstein, obviously.

Uh, Newton, Pythagoras, Emmy
Noether, Turing, Stephen Hawking.

When you grow up a math nerd,
you have a lot of potential heroes.

- Jake, you?
- Da Vinci, of course.

Michelangelo, Klimt.

Can't forget about
my boy, Paulo Coehlo.

But as a kid, probably my dog.

Your dog is your
hero? That's so cool.

Do you guys hear that?

You lead a good team, Flynn.

I approve of your assistants.

Actually, not my assistants.
They're also Librarians.

What?

There are four Librarians?

Good God, man. Don't you
see how dangerous this is?

For centuries, there has
been one unbreakable rule.

There can only be one Librarian.

But the Library chose all
of us to defeat Apep, so...

Yes, and if he is defeated,
you are all no longer required.

History shows that if there is
ever more than one Librarian,

war shall come between
them. War, Flynn.

War until the Library
is ripped apart.

War that all
humanity will suffer.

Swear to me, swear to me that
if you are the one true Librarian,

you will fix this
god-awful mess.

Fix it, yeah.

Fix it how?

You must fire the
others from the Library.

- Immediately.
- Darrington, I...

Give me your word,
Flynn. You will do this.

Darrington, I...

- Darrington!
- What?

There!

This conversation
will be continued!

Nothing gets your attention
like a creepy little music box.

Auld Lang Syne.

"Should old
acquaintance be forgot."

You think it's a message
from Gethic to Darrington Dare?

A.G.?

Ambrose Gethic.

Yeah. But why is it here?

I don't know.

Unless it's a trap.

So that must be home.

What would you say
to the direct approach?

Go away.

Sir, if we could just, uh,
have a moment of your time.

- Who is it, Kyle?
- I'm handling it. I said go away.

Sir, we are Librarians.

How are you still young?

I was going to ask
you the same question.

We thought it must be
contagious, everyone getting old.

- I told you to stay inside, Jess.
- Sorry, Dad.

No, no. We're sorry. We
didn't mean to scare anyone.

Can you think why the rest of the
town has aged and you have not?

No. We just woke up like this
and they woke up like... That.

Hmm.

A-ha!

A-ha.

- The electricity.
- The unpaid notices.

- The use of candles.
- The broken doorbell.

Your power's been turned off.

Yeah. It's been a rough month.

No, it's been your lucky month.

You have no electricity.
That's why you are unharmed.

That's how he aged the town.

Gethic has been mixing
magic with electricity.

He's wired the Crown
to the power supply.

Is there a power
station near here?

Yeah, there's Mayfield
Electric near the river.

Come, Flynn, together we may
yet prevail against the forces of evil.

"Indubilidy."

Indubitably.

- Yes, we will.
- Ah.

Of course, we... What?

Flynn? Something's happened.

Ah, Mr. Carsen. Well, did
you unravel the mystery

of the town of the elderly?

More like the
mystery unraveled us.

What? Is this... Oh, my!
Dear Lord! Are they...

- I'm tired.
- I'm thirsty.

- It's too hot in here.
- I'm too cold.

- Can we get them some chairs?
- Oh.

It turns out they
like to sit down. A lot.

Uh-huh. Please.

Let's go. Sit down.

Stop that! Stupid old fingers.

What happened to them?

Eve, you want to tell
Jenkins what happened?

This chair's too hard.

Eve, just focus, hon.

You want to explain to
Jenkins what happened?

I could focus harder
in a softer chair.

Stone, do you want to tell
Jenkins what happened? Stone?

Mr. Stone?

1874 was the year

Monet gave the first
exhibition on impressionism.

Is that so?

Do you want to explain to
Jenkins what happened to you?

- Do what?
- I'll tell you what happened.

They got all up in our
face with the flashing

and then the lights, and then,
bam! We were old and I was tired.

- What's she saying?
- She's talking too quiet.

Too damn loud in here!

Do any of these books
have the large print?

I need them in the large print.

Sir, I think maybe the laboratory.
It's quiet and warm in there.

- Oh!
- And softer chairs.

We're gonna take you
someplace very comfortable.

Yes. I'm not like
this, am I, sir?

No, Galahad. Far, far worse.

Mr. Dare, what... How are you?

I'm concerned, Galahad.

Alarmed and concerned
that you of all people

would allow a situation
like this to arise.

Four Librarians? Four?

I realize there are rules...

Then you understand
why there are rules.

It's time for Flynn to learn the
dark secret of our collective past.

Galahad, bring forth
The Book of Librarians.

Yes, sir.

This tome records the lives of every
Librarian ever to serve the Library.

It's tempting to see how my
own story ends, but I shan't.

No, I know all about The
Book of Librarians, Darrington.

It's the first book that I read
when I became a Librarian.

It's how I know
everything about you.

Then you also know
about the missing pages.

The ones that were
ripped out, yeah.

Now, let me tell you
a tale of the Library.

Once there were two brothers,
the greatest minds of their age,

Balthus and Zharradan, who
lived in fifth-century Westphalia.

When the time of calling came,

the Library invited the
brothers for interview.

They were twins of
identical intellect and outlook,

and the Library couldn't
choose between them.

And so in its
wisdom, it chose both.

But soon, the brothers
became jealous,

each believing he was more
suited to the role of Librarian,

more deserving of the
Library's wisdom and power.

And so they went to war.

A war that escalated
to a greater war

that lasted nearly 1,000 years

and almost destroyed the
Library they swore to protect.

They caused the Dark Ages?

Working for the Library
is more than a vocation.

Those who move within its walls,

be they Guardian or
Librarian or Custodian,

they become infused by
the magic of the Library,

and they take that magic
out into the world with them.

You link the Library to the world
as you link the world to the Library.

But if there is war,

if that connection
is severed again,

humanity will be cut adrift
from learning, from curiosity,

from investigation,
knowledge, from wisdom,

and a new era of fear, superstition
and ignorance shall flourish.

Yes, but these Librarians
would not go to war.

- That's what the Library said last time.
- No, no.

What he said is true.
We love the Library.

- We wouldn't do anything to hurt it.
- Do you, Flynn?

Do you love it fully and
wholly without doubt or distrust?

- I...
- Well, there you have it.

Cracks begin to show.

And what about your friends?
Are they without doubt and distrust?

- They...
- Yeah, more cracks. And what about when

those cracks become fissures
and those fissures become war?

Let us turn our minds
to matter of the present.

- Galahad?
- Sir?

That door can take
us anywhere, yes?

- Yes, sir. Anywhere.
- Take us to Mayfield Power Plant

in New Weedon and
to Ambrose Gethic.

- You all right, Flynn?
- Yep, just needed a minute to think.

Well, when we've
defeated Gethic,

we'll have all the
thinking time in the world.

After you, my friend.

Mr. Dare...

You should have warned him.

They're so cute
when they're asleep.

What's he up to here?

Darrington Dare.

How good to see
you after all this time.

Tell me, do you like what
I've done with the place?

Darrington! The Pocket Banshee.

Not yet, Flynn. I
must know his plan.

What are you doing
here, Ambrose?

What do you want?

Well, the only thing
either of us wants anymore.

To destroy the other.

Do you have any
idea how frustrating it is

when your greatest enemy
is immune to your power?

I burn you.

I freeze you.

I turn you inside out.

Nothing.

But today,

that changes.

Your Bleeding Crown will
have no effect on me, Ambrose.

I know, Darrington.

It's not you it'll be affecting.

What's in those tubes?

Perhaps, you would
like a closer look, Flynn?

Please, be my guest.

How stupid do you think I am?

No, not how stupid.
More how curious.

- Now, hang on a minute.
- One little look.

Well...

Oh.

After all these years
and all these battles,

I've realized

there is one form of magic, Darrington,
that even you are vulnerable to.

The magic of the Library itself.

The magic that can be
harvested from a Librarian.

Flynn, don't get too
close to those tubes.

Oh, no, I don't mean
him. He's just a bonus.

No, I already have
everything I need.

You needed Librarian
energy to defeat me,

so you came into the future to get
it, but you've already failed, Ambrose.

Our Librarians
are in the Library.

Oh, Darrington, those
aren't your Librarians.

Oh...

Oh, wait.

I... Don't.

If you want to hide a needle,

you don't hide it
in a stack of hay.

You hide it in a
stack of needles.

Cassandra? Are you all right?

That's why I
turned the town old.

- Eve!
- To conceal where the Librarians

have really been all this time.

And guess what?

It worked.

And now, with their energy,

I shall kill Darrington
Dare once and for all.

Put him in his tube.

Darrington!

Now, Darrington...

Shall we dance?

Flynn!

Oh, I hate that thing.

Leave him be and face your foe.

Oh, with pleasure.

You are a fool to meet
me unarmed, Darrington.

Unarmed? Who said
anything about being unarmed?

You're not the only one with
one or two tricks up his sleeve.

Ah!

Ahoy, ahoy.

Look at me. I'm wireless.

Cover your eyes.

I see the weapon is chosen.

A sword for a sword.

Ahh!

A sword of pure Library energy.

Oh, what's the matter, Darrington?
Not quite so chipper now?

Flynn, to me.

I'll be right back, I promise.

Ah. What method of swordsmanship
shall we employ, Flynn?

The Italian Dardi School?

Uh, the Germanic
Kunst des Fechtens?

Or the Spanish La
Verdadera Destreza?

I prefer the Boston
Bar Room Brawl.

After all of this
time, Darrington,

I finally have the upper hand.

Not for the first time, Ambrose,
your confidence exceeds your ability.

Have at you!

Darrington!

- Darrington!
- And this time, my friend,

you may find my
confidence is rewarded.

Then let this be
our final battle.

- Darrington!
- What?

Leave the fight and
help me save my friends!

No! This is too important.

They're Librarians!

Darrington, they're Librarians!

They're expendable. The
Library will understand.

This fight is for all humanity,
for the future of our very world.

And I have waited so very long.

- As have I.
- And now it is our endgame.

Then the time for
reckoning is upon us.

Oh, my God, you're flirting!

You don't care about good and evil!
You only care about fighting each other.

Ridiculous. You're confusing
an enemy with a friend.

No, you are. And if you had
any friends, you would know that.

Look, I know you,
I know your life...

I know your story.

You're the island, the loner,
the man who knows best.

You're me before
I met my friends.

And they save my life every
day. Now help me save them.

- Oh, you two, get a room.
- I'm not abandoning my team.

You've taken this
too personally.

No, Flynn, it is you who
are blinded by your feelings.

Ambrose Gethic,
thine end is nigh.

No!

No.

Darrington, I don't know
what to do. He's killing them!

They don't matter.

Only the Library matters!

Only the Library ever matters!

Flynn, I need you!

I'm sorry.

Jenkins! Jenkins!

Oh! Oh, Mr. Carsen.

Colonel Baird, the other
Librarians, are clones.

I know. Gethic's been one
step ahead the entire time.

- But now I have an ace up my sleeve.
- Oh, good. What's that?

You. Come.

Yes, sir.

I have waited so
long for this moment,

I almost don't want it to end.

I finally win.

Flynn was right.

I've been blinded by my hate.

Let's get it over with.

I mean, let's
reminisce for a while.

Now, was it the summer
of '67... No, no, '68,

when we first met?
Do you remember?

I was wearing the
blue-striped suit,

and, uh, you were
wearing the pith helmet.

It was a white top
hat. What's your point?

Well, you had that
charming henchman.

Now, what was his name?
Was it Igor? Or Zagor?

- Derek.
- Derek.

Often get those
two names mixed up.

Mr. Carsen, what are we doing?

Gethic's been feeding
off of Librarian energy

and you've got
an infinite amount.

- You're suggesting that...
- You're an immortal.

You got a lot of
juice. Fill 'er up.

One overload coming up.

What is...

What? No, stop!

Darrington!

How are you doing this?

I'm not. My friends are.

Friends? When have
you ever had any...

- Yes. Yes.
- You okay?

Uh-huh. Yes.

Flynn, you saved me.

You defeated Gethic.

Because I saved my friends.

There you go. There you go.

That's good!

All right, Mom!

Oh, Petey.

Ambrose Gethic is dead.

Do you know, it's strange,

but I feel like I've lost
my reason for being.

What will I do with
the rest of my life?

I can't answer that.

You said I was your hero, Flynn.

Why choose me?

When I became the
Librarian, I was, uh, alone,

and I needed a friend.

So I found one in
the pages of a book.

This book.

And I read everything
that I could about you.

I read about your adventures

and your victories
and your genius.

I read about you until I knew you
as well as I would know any friend.

And you were
always there for me.

But then I met everyone else here,
and I have to tell you, Darrington,

you are brilliant,
and you are my hero,

but you need some friends.

Well, I hope I may count you
among them, Flynn Carsen.

Always and forever,
Darrington Dare.

My friend.

What happened to fake old us?

Well, once their
creator was defeated,

they returned to dust and...

- Gooey bits.
- Ew.

Mr. Dare, I have managed
to reverse engineer

the portal accelerator
that Gethic designed.

It should be good
for a one-time,

one-way trip back to 1888.

Thank you, Galahad.

My honor and pleasure to
serve you one last time, sir.

We will not meet again,

but it feels good
to live my life

knowing that some
day you'll read about it.

Darrington. Darrington.

Um...

Tomorrow when you go back, uh,

on your birthday...

Have a really great day.

Have a great birthday.

I will. Thank you.

Ahoy, ahoy.

Ahoy, ahoy.

Ahoy, ahoy!

Well, that's that.

Tomorrow...

He died.

No. Wait, Flynn!

Come and look at this.

Look, it's changed. He
doesn't die tomorrow.

Something in his outlook shifted
and he reconnected with his friends.

They spent his
birthday with him,

and when he was attacked, they
stood by him and defended him.

He lived to fight another day.

Uh, plenty more days. Look!
He lived another 62 years.

It says after he retired,
he died at the age of 102.

Ha! Darrington Dare.

It says here his
final words were,

"I have no regrets.

"I look forward only to the
adventures yet to come."

Sounds like a win-win, buddy.

"Dear Flynn, by the
time you read this,

"I will have been dead
for a very long time.

"But in all my years, I never
stopped thinking about you.

"You were right
about so many things,

"but I am right
about this thing.

"There should only ever be
one Librarian in the Library.

"My dying wish, Flynn,
is that you put this right

"before it's too late."