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Miss, are you okay?

Can you hear me, miss?

What are you smiling about?

It's amazing.

Atlas lifting up the world.

Or it's weighing
on his shoulders.

Well, I haven't seen you before.

Well, that's disappointing.

Lefty-loosy, righty-tighty.

Word to the wise, don't speak

while the Chinese Gourd Vessel
is opened.

Unless you want to end up
in a stew of your own blood.

Why--

Does a thing like this exist?

I can only imagine
there was once someone

who talked too much. Hm.

A Voynich manuscript decoder.

A Thorough History
of Dragon Culture .

Slavic Spells and Sorcery.

Say that five times.

Huh.

Just a reminder, dear,

modern devices cannot record
or photograph

whilst on Library grounds.

And that includes all Annexes
and outer doors.

- Ta.
- Who are you?

Be sure to keep
your wrists locked.

You won't be able to fight
so much as a kelpie

with a sprain. Hm.

Practice a bit more,

and then have your charges
meet me in the main room.

Ta very much.

Did she?

Yeah, but who...

I've seen her before.

Manners.

Deeply rude to speak
about someone

instead of to them.

You work at the gift shop.

You showed me down here
before the Annex reappeared.

What are you doing here now?

Besides planning to implement
the dewey decimal system?

No one knows about the Annex.

But you do, so who are you?

Mrs. Astolat!

Stop touching my things!

They're in my way.

Or in the wrong place
altogether.

Certainly this should be
in the main library.

Or did you not turn in

the Golden Banshee
of Kearney for a reason?

I was getting to it.

You collected that three years
before your disappearance.

When precisely were you
getting to it?

Wait, you knew Vikram
in the past?

Before he got frozen
in a time bubble?

Now that is an interesting way
of saying it.

It avoids all responsibility.

Connor, Lysa, Charlie.

Please meet
this unholy creation,

Mrs. Astolat.

Caretaker of this Annex,
and general thorn in my side.

A thorn that was told
by The Library to wait here

in case you
or the Annex returned.

So I did.

Wait, you've been waiting here
for nearly 200 years?

Yes.

I've held almost every job
this castle has to offer.

But, but that's impossible.

That would make you immortal.

Awesome.

And now that we are back,

you can return to selling
trinkets to the tourists.

Now that you're back,

and improbably allowed
to function as a Librarian again

with civilians
under your charge,

I would be remiss
if I did not assist.

Starting...

with this.

That is so cool.

I thought we weren't supposed
to use magic.

Is it magic?

Or is it science

that humanity
does not yet comprehend?

Thank you.

Understanding
historical phenomena

through the lens of science
is why I'm here.

Really?

I'm here because there's
a magical library.

And I get to hang out
with a guy who's 200 years old.

Ahem, when you reopened
the well, magic seeped out,

activating dormant artifacts

as well as,
no doubt, igniting new ones.

The magic permeated
greater Belgrade,

but it's also got
into the rivers,

and has now gone
who knows where.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know it was going
to do that.

What a wonderful justification

for every wrong thing.

Connor, be a dear, and get

the pendulum out of that clock,
would you?

Ta.

Is it somehow magnetized?
Reverse polarity--

Cool.
We can put it on the fridge.

You're so deeply unserious.

Such theatrics.

It's a tracker!

It traces residual effects
from the well on this map.

Or indeed any other map
that appears beneath it.

Wait, does this mean
a magical event

occurred at Republic Square?

There are dozens of buildings
on that square.

How on Earth are we gonna
find out what happened?

We don't.

We let the world do it for us.

Dancer,
classically trained,

but can't stop herself.

What happened to her?

The comments say she was taken
to Francuska Hospital.

Right.
To the hospital I shall go.

I shall return
in quarter of an hour.

- Artifact in hand.
- Uh, hold on.

You're not going anywhere
without protection.

A lone wolf does not need
the pack to protect him.

Very funny, sir.

But since it's my job
to keep you alive, I'm coming.

Ah, me too.

You're not going to get far
without someone who has GPS.

Yeah, and me, because...

Just because.

Fine. Mrs. Astolat,

would you like to join
this jolly brigade?

Oh, goodness, no.

I have trinkets to sell.

Then don't let us keep you,
adieu!

We still have no idea
what happened.

She was so excited to dance.

In the flash mob?

That was a promotional stunt
for the National Ballet Company.

She had just gotten
her first solo.

It's been her dream
since she was six.

Now look at her.

Has she always had that
in her hair?

I just don't remember seeing it
on the video.

I pointed it out to the doctors.

But they just shrugged.

Who are you again?

- Interns.
- Friends.

Interns.

- Who are friends.
- Friends.

Your big cover
was we're interns?

Technically, I am a doctor.
Come on.

How could we be her friends

if we were asking
where she works?

Will you two
please stop squabbling?

And where does she work?

Ah, the National Ballet Company.

She's a principal dancer,
just got her first lead role.

She probably went out
to celebrate,

got slipped a hallucinogen
or something?

Nah, she wouldn't have gone out.

Just gotten her first lead role?

She would have been living
at that theater.

Oh, the stage!

Treading the boards.

Has there ever been a greater
invention than the theater?

Provoking thought,
eliciting feeling.

I can't believe we're here.

I know. Our first proper case.

Oh, I've done countless
investigations like this.

I could do it in my sleep.

Principal dancer sounds
like a pretty sweet deal.

Hey, maybe she was targeted.

Maybe someone did this to her.

Well, if it was a random object,

it'd be like looking
for a needle in a haystack.

But there are
only so many people

that work in the ballet.

If I didn't know any better,
I would call that a haystack.

p,

but we shall overcome.

I read that quote.

I find it appropriate
to the moment.

Yeah, we'll parse
the nuance of that later.

You can't be here.

- Ah, yes, Miss...
- Yelena.

Yelena Tarkoff?
The choreographer?

As you can see, we are trying
to mount a technical rehearsal

without a prima ballerina
mere few hours before premiere,

and have no time for tourists.

That's precisely why we're here.

We're here to investigate
the tragedy.

But police
has already been here.

Not police investigators.

We're insurance investigators.

Yeah, there's a possibility

that your prima ballerina
was exposed to a toxin

that caused the incident.

And it raises concern
about, uh, workplace safety.

- The tempo. The tempo.
- No. No.

It has to be Allegro !

Allegro is too fast!

And here they go again.

Just don't get in the way.

Especially not hers.

Well, in Allegro moderato ,
it's unrecognizable.

Dame Ana, you can't be really
mounting a production today

with all the recent tragedy.

We have an understudy.

That's Dame Ana Mirinoff,

Artistic Director,
legendary dancer.

No one had extension like her.

You know a lot about ballet?

I've trained in multiple
athletic disciplines.

Ballet's great for strength
and stamina.

Mr. Arts Critic,

I have a statement
for your blog.

The performance will go
as scheduled.

The finale will be allegro .

It will go as I say.

Or I will do without you.

And that goes for everyone.

The intrigue of the theatre.

Should we divide and conquer?

I'll take Dame Ana.

- Charlie, why don't you--
- I'm sticking with you.

Connor and Lysa,
you take music and choreography.

- Choreography.
- Music.

Do you not trust me?

Or do you just want to meet
the estimable Dame Ana?

Maybe I do.

Sofia, keep your shoulders back.

This show is going to be
a fiasco.

And we should all be
at the hospital praying

for our friend.

Why hasn't it been cancelled?

Dame Ana.

She's been forced
into retirement,

and refuses to let go.

What can I do for you?

Well, actually, we are here
to help you.

To help me?

You mean to help me salvage
this cursed production?

And when you say cursed,
do you mean--

Oh, I mean cursed.

What I went through

just in order to get an approval
from the board.

To have a retirement dance
at all.

And now our prima ballerina
is in hospital.

Under
very strange circumstances.

We haven't understudy--

The board of directors won't
honor your decades of work?

Of course not.

They want new, new, new.

I want to show them

I'm still capable
to do something

they've never seen before.

She acts like she's reinventing
the wheel.

Micro-managing.

You saw her.

"Allegro , not allegro moderat"

She even noted her own score.

I was conducting in Berlin
before this.

Um, what ballet is it?

That's why these notes
are so ludicrous.

Everyone knows this show.

We've done it a million times.

You are staging Giselle?

You saw it, I presume?

No, no, no.
I wasn't able to see it

when it debuted in Paris in 41--

In 41 cities.

A touring production
that kicked off in Paris...

Texas.

Yes.

My friend Anya saw it.

Said it was splendid.

Yes, it is.

I danced it several times
when I was young.

Am I silly to think
that this feels personal?

As if someone wants to stop
my dance from happening.

And has there been any threats?

No, no, no. But--

But it's always been
an uphill battle.

To get to where you are.

You have such a strong bearing,
my girl.

Yes, I had to focus

to remain a prima ballerina.

It was so difficult
to make them accept my style.

My entire career is
in this book,

and it's filled
with people doubting me.

I want my last page
to be one of triumph.

Will you help me?

Dame Ana thinks
she has the power.

Do you want to know
what is the real power

in this theater?

It is this baton.

It is the heartbeat of the show.

And therefore the heartbeat
of all those watching.

This is the real control.

So, be honest.

You want
the artistic director job?

I'm not likely to get it.

When I haven't shown my work
in months.

But you're the choreographer.

Hardly.

I did a little more
than take Dame Ana's dictation.

That's a lot of pharmaceuticals.

Dancers get hurt.

And if there is nothing else,

I have to go rehearse
the new understudy.

It's the baton.
It has to be the baton.

Or it's pharmaceutical.

There is medicinal fungi,
ergot, Ophiocordyceps.

They can be used
to compel people to do things.

He literally said

it's the most powerful thing
in the theater.

Where is
the new understudy?

- Natalia!
- I'm here.

Thank you so much
for this opportunity--

Just show us you know the steps.

Music!

How could it be the baton?

You just can't explain the baton

the way you can poisoning
someone with fungi.

Generally speaking,

being able to explain things
is a good thing.

Lysa has a point.

Things have a reason.

Who has a reason to hurt
the prima?

- Yelena.
- Gustav.

What about her?

The understudy.

Where I'm from,
the understudy advances,

not by malice,

but by becoming
very good friends

with well-heeled gentlemen.

We'll parse the nuance
of that later.

She's good.

No,
she's more than good.

Look at that extension.

And she did just get a chance
to shine.

That's not shine.

That's smoke.

Help me! Help me! Help me!

Get them off! Get them off!

Help me! Help me! Help me!

Are you all right?

What happened? I couldn't stop.

It's not you that couldn't stop.

You would think
that with all the fairy tales,

Cinderella, the red shoes,
the chick in the boot

with child labor violations,

that there would be
more about curses on footwear.

Maybe there's something
in these.

There's no wiring
for remote control.

Nothing out of the ordinary.
They're just shoes.

Maybe you're
not looking properly.

I know how to use a microscope.

And I know how to use this one.

Special lenses. Hmm?

Touched by the Waters of Malfi,

which allow us to see things
in a new light.

Ooh. Oh, yes.

Wait, whoa.

There's a powdery substance
on the shoe.

Yeah. It's rosin,

a sticky powder
dancers dip their toes in.

Helps with stability.

Yeah, but this has got
the same signature

as the stuff coming
out of the well. Look.

You mean magic?

Agree to disagree.

The rosin box.

Natalia dipped her shoes in it
before she went on stage.

I'll go to the theater
and grab it.

You know a lot about ballet.

We don't know a lot about you,

so everything we do learn
is new.

And interesting.

My job is to keep you alive,
not to share.

So, uh, what should we do?

We turn ourselves to the task
of research, hmm?

Someone put that rosin there.

So if we find
where the rosin comes from,

we find the culprit.

Well...

I recommend narrowing
your search.

Why must you sneak up on me?

It's one of my few pleasures.

That and BMX biking.

Let's transfer some rosin.

Dormant now,
so no need to worry.

And our dog,

for want of a better metaphor,
is on the scent.

- The old forest.
- I mean, it makes sense.

There's lore that says trees

can have special
medicinal properties.

I can go get a sample.

Or I could just go
and take a photo of it

and tell you
it's freaking magical--

We shall all go. Hmm?

I'd like a word first.

Connor, Lysa, you go on ahead.

Now.

Where is she?

I cannot find Natalia.

Mm, no, you must!
Before the show.

There is no way I'm letting

this farce of a performance
to happen.

No, no, please.

I should be out there with them.

You need to let them succeed
on their own.

How do you expect them
to succeed

when they aggravate each other?

Same way you and I did,
I expect.

Right.

Why did you bring
the Annex back?

Because I'm The Librarian.

I have work to do and I need--

You can't go back.

What do you mean?

You have a reputation.

One that's earned.
The Rogue Librarian.

So if anyone was going to try
and travel back through time...

And you can't.

Well, not to argue your point,
but, actually, I could.

It's possible.

I came through time to be here.

I can find a way to reverse it.

You did not travel through time.

Time happened
while you were standing still.

Your being here is
a fixed point.

It's not a mistake
to be reversed.

And if you tried...

Well, you already know
the consequences.

There are things...

people, I left alone.

You did not leave her alone.

She had a good life. A full one.

And she had it without you.

That's not fair, Elaine.

For you,
it was nearly 200 years ago.

But, for me, it was last week.

So do not tell me
that Anya is beyond my reach.

It's not fair.

It was never going to be fair.

Natalia?

Are you all right?

Have you ever wanted
something so much,

and now it feels impossible?

When Dame Ana brought me
to understudy.

I thought, "This is my chance."

I can relate.

My job...

And I know it's what
I'm supposed to be doing,

but what if I mess it up?

But what if I mess up?

What if my shoes
are possessed again,

and I can't stop?

They won't be. I promise.

You know ballet, right?

I used to love dancing
when I was younger.

But then I started training
for my job and let it go.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.

I love my job.

I want to do it well.

And I want you
to have your chance.

What can you tell me
about Yelena?

Our choreographer?

I overheard her talking.

She said there's no way

she'd let this "farce"
of a performance happen.

I don't even know
what we're looking for.

It's called flying by the seat
of your pants.

Works well for me.

So what? You just go along
with anything.

You mean like magic?

Why does it make you so upset

that I can take magic
at face value?

Because it proves
that you're not serious

about learning.

No.

It's because, if magic is real,

your life's work,
trying to control

and predict everything,
is impossible.

And you can't accept that magic
might have a scientific cause.

Because, if it does,
you would have thrown away

your career for a podcast

about something
that is explainable.

Haven't found
what we're looking for yet?

God!

Perhaps this will help.

What, this has got the Waters
of Malfi in it too?

Mm, in a way.

I took the lens
from the microscope.

You okay?

Nothing solving
a magical case can't cure.

Mm, however, you are not going
to need that telescope.

That's it? You sure?

Lysa can confirm it,

but I can smell it.

This tree is ancient.

This is not just
an ancient tree.

This is a Dance Tree.

A what now?

Of course. Dance trees.

Long ago, people would dance
under their branches

to pay homage
with their energy, vitality.

Mass movement hysteria.

Like a rave?

Hold on. Look at these scars.

Someone has tapped
this tree dry, but...

Oh, Lysa, you idiot.

Rosin is a solid form
of tree resin.

This tree's resin smells
like magic.

Yeah.

So, someone's been spiking
the rosin.

Someone who has done this
for years.

But what is the reason
for the resin in the rosin?

I'm not ready for the reason
the resin is in the rosin.

The resin in the rosin
must have a reason.

Stop.

Why would you use a Dance Tree
to stop a dance?

The Dance Tree gives vitality.

Of course.

It was the first thing we saw.
The dancer.

In the hospital.
The grey in her hair.

She wasn't just injured.
She had aged.

It sapped her vitality,
her life.

So the purpose isn't to stop
the ballet.

To suck away its vitality.

And they're using the resin
on the shoes

to control the dancers.

The raving that you mentioned.

Draining them of their life.

There is only one
who would do that.

Could do.

Is a witch.

A witch?

What kind of witch?

Oh, I can't believe
I just said witch.

Me neither.

But which witch is which?

- Oh, would you stop it?
- Come on.

No, Lysa is correct.
This is no laughing matter.

You have never faced a witch.
But I have.

And you won, right?

Oh, witches use old magic.

Magic that lives on

because it is powerful
and dangerous.

And they have been perfecting
their craft

for decades, centuries even.

Oh, we have stumbled in
on a witch's plot

and dancing to their tune.

So they know exactly
what they're doing,

and we don't even know
who they are.

Great.

We will find out.

Vikram, these dancers
are at risk

of having their life
drained away.

- You have to let us help them.
- No.

It's safer
if I do this on my own.

Together we can--

On your own,
you know incredible things,

things that I can't
even contemplate.

But, together,
you are fractious.

And a witch will use
that weakness against you.

Well, what are we supposed
to do?

This is a Library! Hm?

Research.

Discover the witch
that I'm up against.

Well, there is no time to lose.

That dance cannot happen.

We are gonna find
and stop a witch.

And all before today's
performance at noon.

Hmm.

Well, you heard him.

We need to find which witch will
switch the resin with the rosin.

I will straight-up murder you.

Has anyone seen Yelena?

A witch?

You mean a real witch?

Dame Ana, if you want to stop
this horror

and save your dancers,

I need your help.

I must cancel
the entire performance.

Yes.

But first you must tell me
who among the staff

of the theatre has been there
for over a decade.

This witch has been gathering
magical resin

and she has been planning this
for a very, very long time.

Yelena was here
quite a long time.

Gustav, some others.

I have records.
Give me a moment.

Well, at least this is happening
in the middle of the day.

Why?

In general,
witches are not as powerful.

Yelena?

Yelena, I have some questions
for you.

- Only dancers allowed here.
- What? You...

Put me down!

Put me down!

Ugh, what I wouldn't give
for a search function.

The discovery is in the search.

Who knows what you might glean
while perusing the pages.

What I would like to glean is

who this witch is
and how to stop them.

- Yeah, all before noon.
- Mm.

Mm.

Noon.

Noon!

Uh, Slavic Spells and Sorcery.

Slavic Spells and Sorcery .
Come on.

I knew I had it. Ah!

When I tried to take
a photo earlier

and the Annex got mad at me,

I read...

this.

Lady Midday, aka the Noon Witch.

She used to prey on people
who worked through midday.

Farmers who wouldn't break
for lunch, etcetera.

She appreciates work ethic.

She would force them to dance,

and drain some
of their life force

as she did so.

Every 70 years
during the summer solstice,

she would go to a village

and dance
for the solstice celebration.

The adulation combined
with the actual day and time

when she was most powerful

would restore her youth.

Con, today is the solstice.

Which means the witch isn't just
gonna steal the vitality

from the dancers
at today's show.

She's gonna be the one dancing.

Have you spoken
to your understudy?

Natalia?

Yes. Poor thing.

She will be heartbroken

when she hears
that we cancelled everything.

And where did you find her?

I'm not so sure. Why do you ask?

Because she looks
exactly like you.

It took you long enough.

I thought Librarians
were smarter.

You knew that I was a Librarian?

Yes, we heard
about The Rogue Librarian

popping up in Belgrade.

But it's very interesting
to meet you

so far out from your time.

Well, if you've heard of me,

you've been playing
this game a while.

I don't usually let myself
get this old,

but I've been saving
for the solstice.

The solstice? Of course.

You are Lady Midday.

The Prima gave you enough power
so you could take on

a younger form, intermittently.

No way, don't tell me.

And to sustain it,

you need more adulation.

That's what feeds you,
the audience.

Exactly.

The dance culminates at midday.

When you are most powerful.

Now, that is very clever.

Too bad that we've confiscated
your resin.

Can't ensorcel anybody
without it.

Not your dancers,
or the audience.

I've been dowsing this place
for ages.

There is dust in every surface.

Just to get
some little vitality.

You know, most people won't mind
losing a year or two.

- That is not for you to decide.
- No?

- Who's gonna stop me?
- Not who

but what.

I have the Rings of Absolution.

The Talisman of Petrovich
and the Banshee of Kearny.

No witch's spell
could ever get through these.

And what about a taser? Hm?

Welcome to the 21st century,
Librarian.

You're not gonna get to
the theater on time for the show

unless you take the magic door.

- Charlie's not answering.
- Neither is Vik.

Not a surprise he still thinks
the phone I got him

is a mini obelisk of evil.

You need to get
to the theater now!

- Hurry!
- Ready?

Oh, no.

It's worse than I feared.

Magic bumping up
against other magic

can create a sort of blowback.

The dance must be
just about to start.

With it, the Noon Witch's spell.

And since we're all linked back
into the area...

It's gone into overload,

and we can't go
through the door?

It's worse than that.

When she dances,

she won't just take some
of the audience's vitality.

She'll be able to gather
all of it.

So that means everyone
in the theater will die

if we don't stop her.

Connor! That's a bike!

Connor, that's a bike.
A bike for one!

Where am I gonna sit?

Hmm. That's my cue.

This is so dangerous.

- Fun but so, so dangerous.
- Just hang on.

Okay.

Let me go!

Hey!

Hey. Hey, the witch
is the Noon Witch.

She's gonna drain everyone
at the theater when she dances

on the solstice at noon.

Aka today. Now.

But you're skipping the bit

where, since Vic spilled
the well,

the whole theater
is supercharged.

So she's not just gonna take
a little life force,

she's gonna kill them all.

Yeah, just like Yelena.

She was drained down
to a corpse.

What?

Wait, did you say the dancer
is the witch?

It must mean she's Natalia!

Uh, she'd be on stage right now!

We have to get inside!

No sign of Vic.

So what do we do now?

Okay, well, she needs the show
to go off without a hitch

because she needs adulation

from the audience
for her spell to work.

So if we stop her dancing,
we stop the spell?

Yeah.

Reckon we can put
our differences aside,

and manage that?

- Say we give it a shot.
- Okay.

Uh...

Now!

Not that one!

Now! Now!

Natalia!

If you don't stop dancing,

you're not just gonna hurt
these people

- You're gonna kill them!
- I am?

Oh, well.

Okay. Not that one!

That one!

- Ah.
- Hey!

Oh.

Bravo!

Nice try, but you're too late.

Bravo!

So much power.

I'm not only going to be
young forever,

I'm going to live forever.

Vikram?

You see,

in your quest for power,
I'm afraid,

you forgot
the most powerful thing

in the entire theater.

This.

It starts the dance
and stops it.

You're too late.
My spell is complete.

Mm, well, it can also
speed things up,

and slow them down.

Changing the tempo

from allegro to allegro moderato
was just enough.

That means your finale,

and applause are 53 seconds
behind schedule.

You missed the window.

The applause was too late.

The ritual's ruined.

No!

No!

No! No! No! No! No!

Bravo! Bravo.

No, no, Connor. Connor, Connor!

Right, so, what's a taser?

Got word
from the hospital.

The prima ballerina woke up
just after noon.

She's expected to make
a full recovery.

But, uh, unfortunately,
Yelena couldn't be revived.

Dame Ana needed
to drain her completely

to perform the ritual.

And everyone in that theater
would have shared the same fate

had we not intervened.

The other dancers were
questioned by police.

But they
couldn't remember anything.

Is that an effect of magic?

That's an effect of humanity.

Our brains cannot reconcile
the unbelievable.

It's easier to forget sometimes.

See, if we did it that
way, it would have fallen first.

And hit Charlie.

- Ergo, we went backdrop first.
- No.

What are you two
arguing about now?

We should have been better.

At the theater, we were trying
to stop the dance,

but everything we did
was ineffective.

What are you talking about?
You were remarkably effective.

The witch would have spotted

that I had slowed the tempo
immediately

had you not distracted her
with all your tricks.

You both did brilliantly.

Together.

Maybe we don't need to agree
on everything to make it work.

You're still not gonna
call it magic, are you?

No.

Yeah.

Look at you. Leading a team.

You're less and less
a Rogue Librarian every day.

Bite your tongue.

What on Earth are you wearing?

I had a lot of time to develop
a wide range of interests.

Anyway, I'm off.

Where are you going,
Mrs. Astolat?

Well, remember I said

I'd held almost every job
this castle had to offer?

Turns out I've accrued
a lot of vacation time.

Don't worry, I should be popping
back every now and then.

To keep my eye on you.

TTFN.

So, uh, I couldn't help
but notice

you're a really good dancer.

I used to
dance when I was younger,

but I gave it up.

Too frivolous for a Guardian.

But I admit,
it came in handy today.

Maybe this mission requires
more than just combat training.

Maybe we need you.

Not just any old Guardian.

Because of all of who you are.

So, uh,

did you ever wear
those ridiculous tutus,

and is there video?

Your life is in my hands.

All I have to do
is not save you.

Don't worry.

We'll parse the nuance
of that later on, hm?

Mmm.