The Librarians (2014) s03e06 Episode Script

1 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, think, think.
Where is it? Where is it? Where? (grunting) (theme music playing) - Eve? - Flynn.
What is this? This is an intervention.
What does that even mean? Cassandra: 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 winging sook.
And 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 half the time, you blow back in here, you 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? - Oh, yeah.
- Hello, my name is Ezekiel.
- All: 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.
Ahem, 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 everything 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 Knocks 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.
Ahem.
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.
Wow.
What a bunch of crap.
You've all obviously forgotten two significant things.
One no handcuffs can hold me.
Number two whoa! 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, inventorying your hurts.
I've actually been out there looking for it! Well, 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.
- Cassandra: How? - Stolen.
Besides a Librarian, who'd want a bunch of Hey, 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, wow, did I just hear you guys mention Teddy Chislington? - Yeah, did you know him? - Oh, 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.
All: 1886? That's when the Petrie collection disappeared.
June 4th, 1886.
Why do I know that date? Ooh, 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 currents and 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 Hutchinson Effect.
- No, it's sea serpents.
Guys, it's actually underwater methane gas explosions.
- Researchers recently discovered - Don't be stupid.
It's none of those things.
Remember when I said that you were dismissive? The Bermuda Triangle, for all of your information, 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.
(pages flutter) "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? Ah, 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 tales.
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 a 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.
Oh, 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.
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.
108 lines.
One for every ship.
18 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.
(music playing) - Argh.
La maldicion! - What is it? It means, "Argh! 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 brand-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 conveyer 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 start passing them through when Ezekiel gives you the signal.
- 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.
Heat what do you mean by heat up? I'm not I don't - (speaking Spanish) - (beeping) - Ay.
- (speaks Spanish) 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.
Ah, yes.
Is there a problem? - (speaks Spanish) - What is the problem? He's saying you can't bring your nail clippers onboard.
What? What?! Are you joking?! This is insane! Señor, cálmese, por favor.
Yeah, honey, calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down.
You've been like a wet blanket this entire trip! Uh, 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, run, museum, gallery, run, run, run, run Here we go with the run, run, run, run, run.
Yes, I know you would love it if I stayed home with you and the kids, but I have actual responsibilities.
Baird: 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?! - (laughs) 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? (gags) 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.
(crowd cheering) Tell him he can keep the nail clippers.
(speaks Spanish) 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.
Bienvenidos.
Stone: 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.
Con permiso.
Con permiso.
We have to reassess.
You have a plan, right? Um, sort of.
This changes everything.
We've got to get the passengers off this plane 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 stuck 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.
- Ah! Ah! 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 still true.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
You are not walking away again.
Oh, really? Well, bring it.
I'd like to see you ah! - (thudding) - Flynn: Ah! Ow! Uncle! Uncle! - Uncle Uncle! - (laughing) The pain clear your head? Are you ready to tell me what's going on with you? Ah.
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 out there looking for Charlene and I've seen what pure evil can do.
It comes on like a wave as 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.
- (thud) - (passengers screaming) - What was that? - Uh, nothing good.
Oh, decide to come back here and join us? Felt it all the way up there, did ya? Uh, sure did.
Spilled champagne all over myself.
And that's not even the half of it.
Where's Flynn and Eve? - (Flynn screams) - 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, 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.
Stone: That's definitely not good.
The pilots.
Go.
(CB radio chattering) (engines powering down) - Crikey.
- Oh, man.
Oh.
Either one of you know how to fly a plane? Ah! Ah! (applauding) If you two are done having fun, we could really use your help up front.
- Where are the pilots? - Gone, poof.
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 magical door, set it up in the back, evacuate everyone.
Ezekiel and I will take over up here.
- Flynn? - I know, 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! (speaking Spanish) 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.
(humming) (screams) 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.
(alarm blaring) (screaming) Robotic voice: 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! (passengers gasp) Ezekiel, you, too! You don't have to tell me twice! Whoo! (passengers scream) Miss Cillian, what are you doing here? Um Hey.
Go! Go! Andale! Andale! Go, people! Go back there!.
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.
Uh , 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! Uh, hep! Hep! Hep! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! (Stone continues shouting) (passengers snorting) Oh.
Oh, boy.
Oh, boy.
Okay, uh I don't yes, come this way.
Right this way.
Uh, okay.
No, no, no, there you go, there you go.
Nice piggies.
Um Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! (squealing, snorting) I'll be right behind you.
I promise, Flynn, we're dong the right thing.
We will find the Eye of Ra.
I know we will.
Go! (door powers down) Colonel Baird.
Where's Mr.
Carsen? (snorting) (gasps) Ha! 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.
(metal squealing) (clears throat) "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 learned 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 chess board? What? This is a place of opposites, where night 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.
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? Ah, 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 to him that I constantly deny him his individuality and awesomeness for no other reason that I find it really annoying and I wish he was more like me.
(gasps) Queen: It seems you are no stranger to competing games of sport.
The question is, when passions flair, 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! (gasps) Ah, okay.
Queen: Relationships define our lives from birth until the end.
We're careful not to lend 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, uh Let me finish! 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 I'm afraid to get close to people 'cause I'm terrified of being hurt.
Queen: 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, 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 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.
(screaming) 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? (water splashes) 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 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.
Good-bye, Teddy.
Safe travels.
Farewell, Flynn.
You, too.
(exhales) (passengers snorting, grunting) (speaking foreign language) It's got to be something.
Okay, shh.
- I can't - (snorting) Flynn! How did you get here? How did you get off the plane? Did you find the Eye of Ra? First things first.
(stomps) Soo-eee! (snorting, grunting stops) Bad news concerns your luggage.
(winces) 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, 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 a couple of cold ones stashed around here somewheres? I might have a couple chillin' in the Fountain of Youth.
All righty, then.
Now that our Venezuelans are on their way, I say 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? (clucking, squawking) All right, Librarians, that's the way you wanna play it, huh?