The Librarians (2014) s01e10 Episode Script

Baird! Baird! Baird! - You lost focus! - I'm fine! - Jones, what's holding you up?! - I'm sorry.
I assume you don't want the ancient death trap to drop a thousand tons of rocks on us.
Or I could rush if you'd like.
Okay, the mathematical combination is based on these hieroglyphs.
- How many base symbols are there? - There's 24! Old and new kingdoms! Where is he?! Ezekiel, turn the gear twice clockwise and then the cycles of the sun divided by golden ratios, the height of a pyramid three times counterclockwise.
Ha! Now solve our mummy problems! Are you sure that he said Message said to meet him here.
He did not mention the mummies.
Remove the medallions, and the mummies fall.
He didn't mention the mummies or the medallions.
Stone, Cassandra, Ezekiel, did I not mention the mummies nor the medallions in my message to meet me at the Monolith of Mut? Nope.
Next time, mummy memo.
Hello, Librarian.
Hello, Guardian.
- You came back alive.
- So I did.
Not that I don't enjoy a bit of classic tomb-robbing, but why are we here? Because I believe that this sarcophagus holds the key.
And I believe that I have found a way to bring back the library.
The theory that the pharaohs used zero-point energy - to construct the pyramids is not new, of course.
- Of course.
Was that sarcasm? No! That was sarcasm.
Not if the first one wasn't.
I've missed you.
Thank you for not changing anything.
Actually, I'd love to, but the Annex keeps resetting it to your preferences like I don't even exist.
Well, that's odd.
It should adjust to your preferences.
Ah, here we go references to the pyramids as passageways to the afterlife.
- Not so metaphorical, perhaps, Jenkins.
- Perhaps, Sir.
Are you thinking there's an actual doorway to heaven in the pyramids? I mean, I think we would have found that by now.
Not a literal doorway.
A doorway like ours - an interdimensional doorway.
- Well, that makes sense, because the pyramids were designed along precise mathematical lines.
If the stones are resonant to certain energy wavelengths along the magical spectrum, they act as lenses of focuses foci along the three dimensions dimensions - infinity, infin infinite, infinite - Cassandra.
- Infini - No, no, no, no, no, no.
I saw it all.
I saw it all the way down.
Ow! I ca I can't do this math.
The interdimensional space is too big.
It's even bigger than the labyrinth was.
Oh.
That hasn't happened in a while.
Stupid brain grape.
A series of coordinates, energy equations leading This this leads to the void, the the space between dimensions.
The exact space where the library now floats, cut off from the real world.
If we could open that door I could find the library.
I can anchor it back to here, back to this Annex.
Yeah, well, but sadly, you lack the power generated by millions of tons of finely balanced magical stones placed directly under intersecting ley lines.
This process couldn't possibly work without a pyramid to power it.
Unless I could find some sort of reality-altering guide linked to a dimensional-shifting device along with so we don't melt Cassandra's brain doing mathematical equations some kind of software that interfaces with magic.
Do you have anything like that laying around? Uh, actually Here's something funny.
A reality-altering storybook to power the magic and software Morgan Le Fay, really? Oh! We never did have that conversation.
And from the brilliant mind of Nikola Tesla, a dimensional stabilizer.
And the ball of twine from the Labyrinth of the Minotaur.
The clipping book sent you all to get these things, - almost as if it was fate.
- It was a little more complicated than that.
Yes, I don't think we'll need the thread.
This should work exactly as it is.
We have power, focus, effect.
- Librarian.
- Yep? Coordinates, please, from the sarcophagus? Excuse me.
Om Pa Ra? - Set.
- Mm.
Nothing? It's a storybook.
You can't just feed it numbers.
Ah! Be my guest.
Once Once upon a time There was a very annoying - Dashing.
- Librarian who wanted to open a door to His home.
Getting some real power here.
Jenkins, you're a genius.
One is aware, Sir.
The librarian and his friends used the door to open a path to a place they had lost.
You're notes were spot-on! - Notes? - About the pyramids that you sent me.
Uh, I didn't send any notes.
But then a hero arrived to set the world right Dulaque! Thanks to the hard work those librarians did for him.
I didn't want to use this option.
It doesn't just change this world.
It ends it.
You'll never get the library.
I'm not thinking that small.
A bit more power to lock in the destination.
I need blood sacrifice.
Aah! I loved you.
Unfortunately, that was required.
And so, with blood, passage was opened to the loom of fate.
A river.
And a loom.
Could be it's the river of time and the loom of here.
It all went wrong here Eve, don't let him cut the fabric! When Camelot fell.
If history ends there Then I am Flynn?! Flynn.
Stop or I shoot! Flynn, where are we? What happened to your clothes? Hands on your head now! Turn around.
Turn around.
Move.
Who is this guy? Who are you? You are in charge? I am Professor Careen, and I am in charge.
Not real I I'm I'm I'm in charge of the dig.
I have a lot of responsibility.
I'm more of a supervisor kind of slash professor of what? That is a fascinating story.
I actually hold the record in PHDs.
More of a student of learning than any kind of discipline or doctrine, but I like to ink of myself as more of a-a-a I'm gonna s-s-s-stop talking.
This area is closed to all foreigners while the border dispute is resolved.
Papers.
Give me your papers.
- We're not together, by the way.
I - Shut up.
- A professor? Are you kidding me? - I'm not even supposed to be here.
- I never leave the university.
- A professor?! - They didn't think I would.
It was kind of a bet.
- You are not they said, "you won't go into the field and get your hands dirty, Flynn.
" I said, "I'll do it.
" They said, "you have allergies, and you won't.
" - NATO! Western spy! - I have allergies.
Oh, crap.
Get up! - You come with me.
- Uh, hey.
Shut up! Let let her Uh Let her go! I said, "let her go.
" Don't move, Miss.
Flynn, wake up.
Listen to me.
You are not a professor.
Uh, that who how did who are you? - I'm the librarian.
- Librarian? "Barbarian.
" Eve.
Work that.
What the hell? Nope! - Nope! Nope! - Eve.
- Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.
- Eve! - No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- That was awesome, by the way.
- Oh, thank you.
Hi.
- Thank you.
Come on.
You got to get to a cease-fire zone.
- Yeah, we're leaving.
Thanks, buddy.
- More troops are coming.
Go.
Why would you still have researchers here? War zones are very dangerous.
There are some very interesting ancient-goth marking stones just down the road.
- Actually, the thesis - Wait.
What? - Of my dissertation - No.
Mystical stones.
Go back to that.
Directly under ley lines that's what I'm here for.
- Ley lines? - Show me.
Show me the way.
No such thing as magic.
Show you? That sounds, uh what would the expression be? Uh, very dangerous.
No.
I will point the direction, and I will take this truck.
- Nice to meet to you Bo - You're not going anywhere.
Uh, I'm not the adventurous type.
- I-I-I'm a student of learning.
- Shh! Not now! - I - You're the Librarian? Yeah, going on 10 years.
How are you here? I'm the Guardian.
Eve, you're dead.
I watched you die.
Um, being a student of learning, one of the things I Okay, is this gonna be a thing? 'Cause if so, I'm just gonna nip it in the bud right now.
I tend to be very methodical, and maybe I can help establish your hypothesis.
Who exactly do you think he is?! Jacob Stone, recent librarian.
No, I'm the librarian for over 10 years, okay? The other guy died.
Well, he faked his death, but I took the job.
At the Metropolitan Library? - Yes.
- Metropolitan Library? Ah, well, I was offered a job there once, but I never showed up.
Yes! Where I'm from when I'm from whatever he's you.
I m I mean, you're you, but he's the librarian and I'm his Guardian.
You were my Guardian almost 10 years ago, right after your military-intelligence training.
Show me the stones.
Stones where are the stones? - This way? - Uh Oh, man.
Me, you? I don't think so.
This job seems to involve an awful lot of running.
You get used to it.
Hey.
How did I die? I've seen these stones before.
I've seen them in South America.
I saw them in Egypt.
Stone.
Jacob, please.
You stopped Dulaque from stealing the library, okay? Ch-Charlene and Judson, they threw the library into another dimension and You were stabbed.
You bled out in my arms.
That's my version, too, except for the part where I died.
Excalibur? Buckingham Palace? But I stopped them, though.
Okay, it may have been too late, but I stopped them.
But "too late"? There's magic in the world.
No such thing as magic.
Without the serpent brotherhood's control, it's wild magic, all right? Technology's failing, the monsters are rising, wars are breaking out.
The best I can do is hunt down magical items like these stones and keep them safe out of the wrong hands.
- These are not the right kind of trees.
- W-what? I'm just saying that the actual native specie of tree on this side of the Ukraine would be the oak or the hornbeam, but these pine trees are totally out of place.
I wouldn't have spotted that.
Yeah, I'm art and history and stuff I mean, you know.
Anyway, Th you being here, you spotting that, - that's like - Fate.
That's like fate.
Here.
I came in right through here.
These pine trees actually form kind of a pattern around the stones, and there's a, uh, ancient metal spike in each one.
Resonance.
That's to activate the teleportation stones! There's no such thing as teleportation.
Aah! I'd be very interested in the concept of teleportation right now.
Oh.
Self-reinforcing harmonic resonance? Whoa! I told you I knew what these stones were.
Get in there now.
You guys must have come from a different timeline.
For some reason, you guys keep getting dragged into the weak spots in reality.
- Come with us.
- I can't.
I got to stay here.
I got to power these things up.
If I get this right, I can send you guys back.
Hey In your world, we didn't have our 10 years.
We just met a few months ago.
We're friends, though, despite ourselves sometimes.
Then the alternate me's an ass, 'cause I missed you, Eve.
Stone, they'll kill you.
Let them try.
Hands on your head.
- I'm the librarian.
- Hands on your head! Do it now! Whoa! W-w We just teleported.
We we we we just using extra-physical means, we somehow we we we accessed the concept of of of quantum tunneling on a macro scale! Uh, you mean magic, mate.
Hi.
We're on an adventure.
Or I-I-I've lost my mind.
- Uh - Or both.
Who are you? I'm the librarian.
Sideways, actually.
I think you're moving sideways between different timelines - each one with a minor difference.
- Uh, not so minor.
Wait are you saying that we're I'm in a parallel universe? - Wait.
Is there a me here? - Theoretically.
If I if I met myself, would I explode?! Do you have a pen? And me? Please don't tell me we're involved.
What? N-no.
No, no, no.
Oh, thank God.
You were like a mother to me.
Wait.
What? No.
That's mathematically Im probable.
Actually, that's not true.
Um Uh, actually, that's not helping.
"Were"? Why past tense? Tore me up.
You became my guardian when I was a teenager.
When you were stabbed the day Dulaque tried to grab the library, it was the day you died.
Worst day of my life.
Not to look a gift guardian in the mouth, but maybe you could help us with our ghost problem.
Uh, ghosts aren't really the librarian's job.
Well, they are now.
Welcome to ghost world.
There was a house.
It granted wishes.
Ugh a killer from the past.
Didn't put her down quite right.
Her last wish opened a hole in the world and let in all the Ghosts?! You're saying those are ghosts? Real people possessed.
Most of the world now.
Just my team left.
He's not taking this very well.
Who is he? The librarian.
The way my year's been going, he's welcome to the job.
Sod off, deadites.
No, no, no, no, no.
This is not happening.
Yes, yes, yes.
It's happening.
- This is not happening.
- Oh, it's happening.
- Not happening.
Why are you so calm?! - Yes, it's happening.
Because I've had some experience with the weird lately.
Although apparently not the 10 years of experience I've had in these other timelines.
What is a librarian?! They're the ones who protect the rest of us from the magic and the weird and the things that go bump in the night.
What's a guardian? We're the ones that protect the librarians.
- And die.
- Apparently.
And that doesn't freak you out?! I'm totally freaked out! Why didn't you answer the letter about the job in the library? Did somebody interfere? N-no.
No.
I just I know myself.
I was comfortable in the university, so I-I-I didn't go.
It was just a it was a twist of a thread on a random loom of fate.
Why did you say "loom of fate?" 'Cause it's a Greek myth.
Not just a Greek myth.
It's also a Baltic myth.
It's also a Finnish myth, if you want to be technical.
Skip, skip, skip.
All of our lives, all of our possibilities, all of our choices are all woven together in the fabric of history on the loom of fate.
He cut it.
He cut the fabric.
And when he cut the fabric, he cut history.
I guess we should see what that is.
You're the librarian.
Even if you don't know it You're the librarian.
Janice, let's go.
Hurry up.
We've got to keep moving.
Mr.
Jones, they're through.
I will take any ideas.
Uh, any ideas.
Uh, the odic force.
The odic force? Uh Modulate your power output to 53%.
And at the same time, see if you can raise it into the clevinger field effect range.
- He's not making any sense.
- Ha ha ha! - That's a good thing! - Clevinger field is where researchers think telepathy occurs.
Right.
Yes.
Can you see what he's thinking? It's it's a little bit of a telepathy joke.
Anyway, uh, assuming that magic is real and I'm not assuming that magic is real But it might be real in this reality what you have is a spirit/energy overlay.
The odic force, it's sort of a discarded theory from the 1800s having to do with supernatural energy.
I did a paper on it once.
Wouldn't know about that, mate.
Tech and security's more my thing, not Right.
Not history.
You have a blind spot that he fills.
All right, team Jones, do as this man tells you to.
What? Team Jones, give me your shoelaces.
Are you kidding me? "Team Jones"? Yeah, well, when I made the librarian job more technology-oriented, it made sense to crowdsource, so I opened up some new franchises and sold consulting services You made a profit off being a librarian? I've seen that look before.
Some things never change.
Oh, my God! I want full data on that energy spike.
Yes, Sir.
Well done, librarian.
You just saved the world with magic.
I don't know about that.
More of a misunderstood mathematics, I think.
Uh, it's magic, mate.
You're a librarian.
It'll grow on you.
Let's set up a containment field.
++++++ I want some sort of portable system.
- What the hell? - Um We just disrupted the local supernatural energy field.
No, no we're hopping timelines magically.
I'm not convinced that that's what's happening.
- Okay, but if we were - Which we are not.
- We're unstable.
- I'm not feeling unstable.
I'm feeling unwell.
Oh.
For what it's worth, it was good to see you again, Colonel Baird.
And thanks for bringing him along, too.
You two arriving just in time, just like it was fate.
What is that smell? Ooh, that is sulfur Mixed with some kind of ash.
- Ugh.
- That's not chemical, though.
That's, um That's a dragon.
No shit.
I officially believe in magic now.
No, we got rid of those you and I.
- We got rid of those.
- Aah! Ah.
Oh.
Hey, look at that.
It's got a "desurrized pelivery systh" Bring them to the boss.
Yes, ma'am.
Hmm.
Oh, Jesus! Who are you? You are not Eve Baird.
I saw her die.
Yeah, well, I just saw you die, so we're even.
I don't know what sort of trick this is, but when my liege comes Dulaque.
Pro tip always handcuff people to the chair, not just in the chair.
Enough of this.
I said, "enough!" My librarian, apologies.
Aren't you interesting? And not from around here.
Or rather, around now.
And Eve But not my Eve.
Please don't say I'm like your mother.
No.
Nothing like that.
Walk with me.
Oh.
I wish they wouldn't do that.
You saved them from the dragons.
They owe you that fealty.
Okay, what is this? I am her guardian.
I took over after you died.
So I die in every timeline.
Timeline? Of course.
You're skipping through alternate timelines, aren't you? Morgan Le Fay warned me something was coming.
The loom of fate! I saw Dulaque cut the threads.
Dulaque's dead.
I killed him after he killed you.
Taking the library was one thing, but Cassandra when Excalibur healed her, I knew that she was the chosen one.
In my timeline, when Dulaque cut the fabric of the loom, he wanted to go back to when Camelot was around.
How would that even work? Uh, well, the loom of fate just spits out history.
So if you cut it Well, you know, if you cut the loom, then you end history at a certain point.
And then history would start again from wherever you cut it.
What I don't understand is, why Camelot? Oh, wait.
I do understand.
The name is Dulaque King Arthur.
Dulaque wanted history to start fresh at Camelot, at the height of his power and the power of magic.
He's a fool.
He cut the thread of fate, but he didn't re-weave it.
Now the fabric of history is frayed.
You're skipping from thread to thread.
Each one another possible path history could have taken.
What's with all the magic? We learned how to use it in order to hunt it.
When my brain tumor grew, I used magic to save my life.
But it altered my brain permanently.
You never did approve.
This is horrible.
History will continue to unravel until all of time is undone.
How do we fix this? We don't.
Gather the others.
Yes.
We lost, Eve.
We had 10 good years.
And in the end, we just lost.
I'm going to evacuate this world.
Morgan Le Fay taught me how to open doors.
I'll take as many through as I can.
Um, but, uh, you can't you can't just give up.
Uh you're the librarian, right? I mean, like Stone was the librarian, Ezekiel was the librarian.
I don't know who you're talking about.
I-I mean, I'm just saying, I didn't see the other ones give up, and you seem to have been holding out longer than they did, so why would you give up? He's your librarian.
No.
No, I'm not.
I mean, I could have been, but I quit.
And now I know what I could have had.
- It's not a great life, Flynn.
- Well, it's a life.
It's a life of choice.
It's not a life of safety.
If I could go back and if I could if I could have it now, I would choose I want that now.
I'd choose to save the world.
Just one more time.
And how do we do that, not-a-librarian? Well, the loom that that guy Dulaque cut, uh, you could re-thread It and you could re-weave the threads of history back into shape.
Magically possible, but we will need a very specific thread.
Something ancient, something charged with dimensional power and tied as closely as possible to the original Greek myth.
I don't suppose you have one of those lying around.
Here's something funny.
Ooh, whoa! Looks exactly like the library's card catalog.
But you've never been here before to the Annex? No.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no! It was right here! Jenkins.
Jenkins keeps everything in the back.
Where is he, anyway? Jenkins?! Jenkins?! You care for her.
Uh, no.
Well, I I don't really know her.
Although I feel like I do.
She will die for you, no matter how much you don't want her to.
Never forget that.
Jenkins he's our Judson he's not here, but the thread of the labyrinth was right here.
But this isn't your timeline.
This is her timeline.
Whatever you did to get that ball of twine here never Happened.
So how do I get back to my timeline? You can't.
History is fraying.
It's pulling apart.
The threads are getting further and further apart.
You can't go back.
- We failed.
- No.
No, no, no.
There is, uh, always another chance.
There's always another trick.
There's always something left to learn.
Uh, history's unraveling.
Unraveling like a like a like a like a rope.
Like a sailor's rope.
Like a sailor's rope.
And what does a sailor do with his rope? He throws a rope and he hauls a rope and he cuts a rope and he ties a rope and he splices Sp splices a rope.
Why don't we do that? We could we could splice the threads of history together Just f-for a bit.
Take one thread, weave it against the next, which brings in the thread next to that and then the next one.
It can work.
But I will need a focus something common across all of the timelines that you've traveled.
- The librarians.
- The librarians.
I'm punching a hole in three universes.
Hold on.
Do you hear that? Quiet.
I'm doing math.
Whoa! Well, hello, then.
Almost.
Well, that just happened.
Concentrate, librarians your lives, your histories, and your friends.
Wait.
You're librarians? - We are librarians.
- Of course.
Whose world is this? Hers.
Hey.
The doors to the loom are open.
It is beyond space and time.
Concentrate on the moment you left, and you will return to that exact point.
Thank you.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
If we go back to our timeline, they'll cease to exist.
You understand? If we go back, you'll just be gone.
It's been an interesting life.
A life of mystery and Misery.
Of loneliness But adventure.
A chance to make a difference.
A chance to save the world every week twice before Friday.
Go kick some ass Librarian.
Okay.
I'll assume you have a degree in ancient weaving.
Well, it's folded into a doctorate on medieval agriculture.
- Shut up and weave.
- Okay.
Who are you looking for? Dulaque may still be here.
Should I be worried? He's a pretty frail, old guy, and Ow! You call that "frail"? Rewind history to Camelot, and this was me at Camelot.
Lovely side effect, really.
What is it with you and Camelot? It was perfect a just king, knights of honor, magic to control the world.
It was a perfect world.
Until you ruined it Lancelot Lancelot Du Lac.
Yes, well, I'm fixing that now.
Your world is gone.
Welcome to mine.
[Gasp No! All right, enough of that.
She was fated to die saving her librarian.
It was just a matter of time before that day caught up with her.
There are other versions of you that might have had a chance, but there's only one swordsman my equal, and you are not him.
Lancelot.
Galahad.
Why are you doing this? I'm bringing back the shining city.
Camelot fell.
That was its fate.
Mr.
Careen, would you please re-string the loom? No! But we had magic then.
The world was a better place.
Really wild magic? Cruel kings? Mad wizards? Yes, it was a pip.
The people need to be ruled by wisdom.
The stupid, little humans need to be ruled by kings.
No, no.
They have earned the right to rule themselves.
The time of kings has passed.
Librarian! Take it.
The fates have come back online.
Why isn't she better? This is her fate.
I'm sorry.
I do die in every timeline.
No.
No, no, no.
There's always another trick.
There's always another chance.
I have an idea.
- Will you help me with her? - Yes.
All right, get ready to jump.
Jump? Where? Everywhere.
- Where you been? - Where's Du Lac? - Never mind that! Come take her! - Take her.
- I have to finish the storybook.
- Take her.
Take her.
I have to finish the storybook.
Um With this blood, the passage opens To the library.
- Yes! Go! - Go, go, go! Let's go! Let's go! - Careful.
Careful.
- Go.
Go.
The library's back! What Flynn! She's dying, and all you care about is the library?! - She brought the library back! She gave her blood! - Don't you get it? The library and everything that's in it is back! She's fading.
I can barely feel her pulse.
Flynn, whatever it is, now! Where did I put it? Where did I put it? An ordinary wound.
I got nothing.
No.
No, no, no.
No.
Yes, yes, yes! Yes.
Yes.
What is that? You drank that when you got stabbed.
Hold on.
I was supposed to die.
I don't believe in fate.
And the library's back.
How does it feel? Like home.
Colonel Baird, the graduation gifts, I believe, are on your desk.
So, what? You're kicking us out? No, I'm pushing you out of the nest.
It's time to fly.
I'm graduating you.
We had Jenkins make up small versions of the clipping book.
Every day, a new mystery.
Different ones? Yes! And isn't that wonderful? Team up on some.
Split up on others.
Come back and get us if you need any help, but don't need too much help.
That would be disappointing.
Are you sure we're ready for this? I think that if we've learned anything, it's that whatever fate has in store for us, we should meet it head-on.
Trust me, you'll be fine.
I've seen it.
Uh, Mr.
Careen, I found this letter in the library - from Charlene to you, Sir.
- Thank you, Jenkins.
Okay.
Goodbye, librarians.
Come back alive.
No offense, but I could use a bit of a break.
I mean, despite my many awesome heroics, it's still a bit judge-y in here.
Well, I've been spinning a tale to my family that I was down on an oil refinery in Texas.
I guess I could Swing by and say hi to the folks.
My family and I aren't really Well, you know, um I think I'll try a case.
Whoa.
It's a tricky one.
Deep breaths.
Where you where you going? Lima Peru.
Good luck.
Actually, I know a great, little café in Lima amazing arroz tapado.
You know, I've been meaning to check out Machu Picchu.
I didn't know you liked wrestling.
That's not what you don't know what Machu Picchu is? How do you call yourself a librarian? I'm just as much one as you I got a book.
That's a pity book.
Jenkins Thank you.
I'm sorry? For what you did.
How you saved us at the loom.
Ah, well, I, uh while I was undoubtedly heroic, I'm afraid that, like the others, IDon't remember what happened while history and fate were, you know "wah-wah-wah" unspun.
Yeah.
Flynn says he can't remember anything, either.
Vexing.
Still vexing.
So how did I remember? How did my mind stay intact across all those threads? Uh, if I may venture a guess, it was because you did it once before.
The Christmas affair.
You fractured in Santa's place and spread across space and time.
So you were prepared to hold up under similar circumstances.
That's a hell of a coincidence.
Ah, but the storybook, Tesla device, the thread all required to bring the library home.
But almost Well, almost as if these past months, your missions had been directed by fate itself.
But the clipping book didn't send us to Santa.
You did.
Coincidence.
So, you don't remember anything, either? Ohh Bits and pieces.
I saved the world at least once, right? Yeah.
Well, business as usual.
I got to see what you were like if you weren't the librarian.
How was I? Scattered.
Annoying.
Alternating between genius and bad puns.
So business as usual.
Hello? Is this always like this? Only in really bad circumstances.
Huh.
Well, I'm guessing monsters.
Nah.
Mad scientist, maybe.
Evil cult.
So, I was also thinking that, um I'll throw this out there.
And I don't want to put any pressure on you one way or the other, nor do I want to assume that you have or have not either - You're asking me on a date.
- Yeah.
Yes, I am.
Good.
'Cause I had about nine more minutes of that.
Where were you thinking of taking me? Going to fight an evil cult Investigate monsters.
Is your idea of a date.
Do you have any idea what's on the other side of this door? No.
But isn't that great?