All language subtitles for St.03 Ep.11 - Schlimme Erinnerungen

(projector whirring)
(beeping)

MAN:
Test 405-E commencing.

On my mark.

Three, two, one.

That's impossible.

Test 405-E is a total failure.

The object remains sealed.

Commencing Test 406-A.

Using highly corrosive acid.

We will find a way to open it.

ALARIC:Focus on your breathing.

Relax.

Just let the inspiration flow
out of you.

Did it work?

I mean, I don't want to speak
for the rest of the group,

but I feel
the exact same.

So...
0 for 9, then.

HOPE:
Good thing it's a big board.

What's next?

Perhaps muses cannot choose
whom they inspire.

Or I am terrible
at being one.

Either way,
we should stop.

This is not working.

When we find a way
to activate your powers...

If.
When.

You will inspire us
to have something

that we've never had in
our fight against Malivore.

An advantage.

That's the spirit.

Now what's next?

Uh...

Mind meld.
KALEB: Wow.

Let me guess who came up
with that thunderbolt.

As the only person who's
actually been inspired by Cleo,

quit trying to force it.

Just be natural.

Ain't nothing natural
about that.

It worked.

I know how we defeat Malivore.

We summon a time travel monster

to send us back in time

and stop him from being born.

(scoffs)

Where is Lizzie with the zinger
when you need her?

She had a far greater duty
this morning.

And I quote, she had
"a fashion emergency."

Yeah, that's been going on
since the day we met, so...

You know what?

I think Jed's right.

Yeah?

Not about the time travel.

Maybe we're going about this
all wrong.

Instead of you trying
to inspire us,

maybe you just need to focus
on what inspires you,

like, uh, a song
or a work of art.

Or a special someone.

HOPE:
Great.

If Kaleb's game is the
answer to our problems,

then we're doomed.

(chuckles)

Whoa. Something just happened.

Anyone have any brilliant ideas?

Yeah.
Not you, Jed.

Take that as a yes, Hope.

More like a maybe.
I just need to do some research

before I share with the group.

But I can assure you,
it's completely safe

and I won't even have
to leave school.

Sweet. I love research.

At least I potentially inspired
one person.

Oh, make that two.

I believe our monster problem's
connected to the artifact,

which we know was
in Triad's possession.

So maybe there's a clue

in their records,
if they still exist,

which would be at
their old headquarters.

Naturally.

It's all so clear now.

Thank you, Cleo.

Do not thank me
until you find what you seek.

I would like to accompany you.

And I'd like to accompany you.

You.

Um, because...

my-my skill set
might come in handy

if the mission goes sideways.

The more the merrier.

Let's go.

(muttering)

LANDON:You mind sharing

your actual plan with me?

The prison world is bound
to The Necromancer.

So what if we take a page
out of Kai Parker's playbook?

Uh, that dude had
a lot of plays.

Could you be
a little more specific?

Well, if we sever
The Necromancer's ties to it,

the prison world
will collapse.

And destroys everything inside
of it, including Malivore.

Got to admit,
it's pretty brilliant.

Thank you. Can't take
all the credit.

Now all we need to do

is find our necrotic friend
and make him an offer.

His blood and the duplicate
ascendant we need

for the severing spell.

And in exchange, I will free him
from the prison world.

I take it back.
That's a terrible idea.

Don't worry,
I'm gonna screw him over.

I just need to
figure out how.

I thought you told Dr. Saltzman
this was gonna be risk-free.
It is.

Hence the chalk.

Astral projection.

The Necromancer can see
different planes of existence,

so he should be able to see

but not touch, maim,
or kill you.

Like I said, safe.
In that case,

I'm coming with you.
Sorry.

Not enough chalk.

You just said it's safe.

Besides, look at my résumé.

I'm the only one here who's beat
The Necromancer in negotiation.

Remember what the banshee said.
Yeah.

But we said screw fate,
remember?

This is our chance
to actually do it.

I, for one, can't think
of anything more romantic

than strolling hand in hand

through a postapocalyptic
hellscape.

(birds chirping)

Maybe this wasn't
the best plan.

Superheroes are supposed
to save people,

not kidnap them.

I should probably get
Dr. Saltzman down here.

Though he'll ask
why we're

keeping Finch out here
in the barn

of the family
you're staying with.

Wait, you haven't told him yet?

Well, I was worried
if I told him

I didn't compel
your memories away,

our days of superhero team-up
would be over.

Okay, look, I need you.

Just put on your secret
identity, all right?

Go to school and act normal

while I deal with this.

The Blur and E-man got
to take a day off.

Fine.

I will sign off
on laying low,

but not the superhero names.
What?

Um, um, E...

money?
Hmm.

E-commerce?

Right?

I'll think of some better
ones in geometry class.

Invisique saeclum.

(gasps)

Lizzie. How...

How long have you...
Long enough to know

that you've been
playing dress-up with a muggle.

Hello?

I see it's business
as usual around here.

(slow footsteps approaching)

(grunts)

Hey, whoa, whoa,
whoa, it's me.

Jo, Jo, look. It's me.

Wade.

(sighs)
Where is everyone?

And what are you doing?
why are you dressed for battle?

Well, Dr. S gave us
a three-day weekend.

But I stayed behind
to defend the school

in case the big M sends
another monster.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were Eat, Pray,
Loving with the townies now.

I was just looking
for Lizzie.

Things aren't exactly
panning out at my new school,

and I kind of need some advice.

Well, she left.

I don't know where she went,

but being the defender of
the school takes many forms.

I'm a great listener
and my WIS score is 18.

Why do you have this?

And can I borrow it?
Knock yourself out.

I was just using it
as a stand-in

for my wizard's focus crystal.

Hey, you don't LARP, do you?

I do not, but thank you.

I think that this is
exactly what I need.

MG:Just give me
a chance to explain.

I didn't want to lie
to your dad,

but the only other choice
was wiping Ethan's mind.

Okay, you can stop.

I'm not here to bust up
your bromance.

The truth is,
I need your help.

Turns out Josie has
a serious crush

on this she-wolf.

You should probably
just be happy for her.

That would be premature.

Because Finch has obviously
already activated her curse.

So she's killed someone.

Maybe it was an accident?

Or maybe...

FINCH:
I didn't kill anyone.

And I chain myself up
every full moon so I don't.
You must have.

It's half the requirement
to become a werewolf.

The other half is genetic,

so, like,
being able to do this...

which means
that your parents

or grandparents
were wolves, too.

I always thought
I was the only one.

I mean,
how do you even know that?

And how did you make yourself
invisible last night?

(sighs)

Post tenebras spero lucem.

I'm a witch.

But I like to think
of myself

as Josie's sister,
first and foremost.

At least I know where Jo's
damage comes from now.

Okay, my sister has terrible
taste in women as it is.

But there's no way
that I'm letting her near

a cold-blooded killer.

MG:
Whoa.

Easy, Lizzie.
We don't know that yet.

I didn't kill anyone.

Well, I'm gonna need you
to prove it.

HOPE:We both want the same thing.

If you help us, we will
not only grant your freedom,

but you will also get
the satisfaction of knowing

that you were
directly responsible

for Malivore's destruction.

(as The Necromancer):
How generous of you, Tribrid.

But why should I believe
that you,

my second most detestable enemy,

would keep your end
of the bargain?

HOPE:
Because seeing is believing.

If you sever your ties, then
the world will become unstable.

Holes will start
to open up.

Doors-- all you have to do is
walk through one.

You can be in control
of your own fate.

Think he'll go for it, Landon?

I am not Landon.

I am the dictator
of departed souls.

(laughs)
The monarch
of the macabre.

The almighty...

Knock it off. (laughs)

LANDON: I mean,
he's pretty unpredictable.

You and Malivore
are literally

the only two things
he's afraid of.

So if he's been on the run
from the mud man,

you have even more leverage.

That's a ringing endorsement.

Come on, what's the worst
that could happen?

I mean, if he says no,
we just give him the finger

and head back to our world.

He can have this one
if he wants it.

So, you know,
just project confidence.

Head up,
shoulders back.

He won't stand a chance.

(sighs)

(both chuckle softly)

LANDON:
There goes our leverage.

Looks like The Necromancer
already found a way out.

I don't think he made it.

You sure this is him?

I'd know that terrible
fashion sense anywhere.

Wow. Something actually
killed The Necromancer.

Guess this mission's
kind of a bust.

Remember the last time
he died in this prison world?

He's banished to this world,
so all we have to do is wait,

and eventually he'll resurrect.

Hopefully in one piece.

I don't really feel like
playing Mr. Potato Head

with his dismembered body.

Looks like our little
mini-date isn't over yet.

What do you think got him?
Malivore?

(creature hissing)

(screeches)

Or that.

(whispers):
Probably that.

(sighs)

Okay.

I'm picturing
who I want to talk to.

(exhales)

I swear,
if Wade broke this thing...

It works just fine.

I am stronger
than you can ever be.

I will always find a way back.

Miss me?

Huh. Looks like someone had

a "going out of
supernatural business" sale.

CLEO:
I think I gave you
an unhelpful idea.

Perhaps I can inspire
a better one on the way home?

Yeah, she's right.
Maybe we should head back.

Maybe grab something
to eat on the way?

ALARIC:
No, you did
great, Cleo.

This control panel,
it isn't just for lights.

It also has listed
two fire suppression systems.

One for in here...

one for somewhere... else.

I do not see a door.

Uh-uh. I'm not
fighting a mummy again.

If this place was ransacked,

why would they
leave this behind?

KALEB:
Ah, maybe
it can't be moved.

(clicking)

(creaking)

Okay. I see the door now.

Great.

We can find out what Triad
paid for paperclips

in 1997.

This is Triad's documentation

on all their
supernatural objects.

If they know anything about
the history of the artifact,

it'd be in here.

FINCH:So, you want to dig around
in my brain?

MG:
Not exactly.

Vampires have this ability.
It's called a "head dive."

We can be present
inside of your memories

as events unfold,
like invisible witnesses.

If you're okay with that.

LIZZIE:
Or we could just
do it anyway.

Unless you want me
to tell you-know-who

about your superhero
extracurriculars.

You and Josie are twins, right?

How'd you figure that out?

Because you're the evil one.

Do it.

If this is what it takes
to prove I didn't kill anyone...

...I'm in.

JOSIE:How is this possible?

I destroyed you with an ax.

Silly girl.

All this time I've been
hiding inside you,

waiting for the perfect time
to escape.

(laughs)
You are so gullible.

No, I'm really just your
subconscious projection of me.

Well, it's fair
that we have trust issues.

So why don't you just drop
that tacky paperweight

and see for yourself?

See?

I'm practically harmless.

This thing must be
malfunctioning.

I didn't want
to talk to you.

And yet...

(gasps)
...here I am.

Deep down,
you must want

to hear what I have to say.

I mean, I do know all
of your weaknesses.

And I know exactly
what's wrong with you.

But if you really don't
want to talk to me,

that should be pretty simple
to prove.

Just drop the prism.

Hmm. That's what I thought.
Let's chat.

MG:Think back to the day

you first turned
into a werewolf.

We'll start there.

A hospital? That's weird.

Think like a killer, okay?

This is the perfect,
target-rich environment

for the weak and enfeebled.

Not to mention

unattended children who could be
the first victim of...

NURSE:
Finch?

Finch Tarrayo?

That's me.

I thought you took us back
to the first day she turned.

I did.

Just my imagination, or is
this thing staring right at us?

That's impossible.
Nothing can see us

or hear us or touch us, so...

Okay, then why can
I feel its breath?

(screeches)

(shouts)
No! Oh, God, please!

That was close.

Hope?

That doesn't look good.
It'll be fine.

Anything that happens
to my astral form

can't carry over
to my physical body.

Yeah, just like how a
monster isn't supposed

to be able to attack us here?

This mission doesn't
seem so safe anymore.

We should go home.

The Necromancer
will probably revive soon.

Yeah, but that wound
is getting worse by the second.

Plus, we don't know
how many more of those

astral-plane-attacking
monsters are around.

You're right, it's not safe.
You should go.

You mean we should go.

Sorry, there's no time.
Hope, don't you dare.

I love you. Remeo.

(growls)

(grunts)

(exhales sharply)

Damn it, Hope.

DARK JOSIE:You are not gonna like this,

but you are never gonna have
that happy human life

that you want.
Gee, thanks.

But I didn't ask
your opinion on my future.

I asked why all
of my romantic relationships

are such disasters.

And I answered that.

The problem is not
the relationships.

The fault, my dear Josette,
lies in you.

Why do I even bother?

I knew you weren't
the one to talk to.
Aren't you gonna ask me why?

I'm sure that it's gonna
be some put-down

about how I'm too weak
to have a relationship.

Or I'm just not good enough
to have a happy life.

Ooh, you just dropped
a key word there.

I never said you
couldn't have

"a happy life." I said...

A happy human life.

Ding, ding, ding.

We both know that
you can't have

a real relationship

if you're repressing
an essential part of yourself.

What, you?
I wish.

It's more basic than that.

You want to know what's
really wrong with you?

You're a witch who's
pretending that you're not.

You're trying to trick me
into taking my magic back.

Kiddo, I am you, like it or not.

I mean, you could
have waited

and asked any of your friends
about this,

but instead you asked
a question to a crystal

that lets you talk to yourself.

Why?

Because you already knew
the answer.

(door opens)

Josie.

I need your help.

♪ ♪

(radio crackles)

DISPATCHER:
We've got a 10-10
in progress at Lou's Bar.

Reports of a brawl.

OFFICER:
52 responding, but we are
a good 20 minutes out.

♪ Oh, I think there's
something wrong with me ♪

(engine starts)

♪ The sun goes down... ♪

(tires screeching)

♪ I guess I'm just another
three-leaf clover. ♪

(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

LIZZIE:
Maybe Finch is a natural-born
killer that preys

on elderly patients.

I mean, this could be
the start of her spree.

This patient's last name
is Tarrayo, just like Finch.

(exhales)

I'm glad you're here,
my little goldfinch.

I need you to know

something about
our family.

We have a secret.

Some call it a curse,

but it can also be a blessing.

You can't trust anyone.

But before I go,

I can help make you strong.

And then you'll always be
able to protect yourself.

I, I don't understand.

Bring me my special candies
from my coat.

Oh, no.

GRANDPA:
Tonight...

when the full moon rises,

head down into the basement.

And don't tell anybody
where you are.

(sobbing)

I'm so sorry.

You just made me remember
that I killed the only person

who ever cared about me.

What kind of monster are you?

JOSIE:She's burning up.

It's like some sort
of magical infection.

LANDON:
Is there any way to,
like, hit the eject button

and pull her out?

Not without a witch, but

hopefully Lizzie
will be back soon.

Okay, but not soon enough.

We can't wait.

Look, I-I'm more
than happy to cheer

my Tribrid girlfriend on
from the bleachers

while she dunks on monsters,
but-but sending me back

was the magical equivalent
of "hold my purse."

She was trying to protect you.

Except this time, she's the one

who's actually in trouble.

JOSIE:
You want to help?

We need to find out
what bit her.

Except all of our monster
experts are MIA

at the moment.

All except one.

WADE:It's a Berbalang.

Red necrotic eyes? Insatiable
appetite for dead flesh?

Able to interact
with the astral plane?

Classic Berbalang.

What, you've actually heard
of this thing?

(scoffs)
Heard of it?

Yeah, I've crossed swords
with it

and lived
to tell the tale twice.

I've been gone a long time.

Medium aberration,

neutral evil,
plus five modifier...

Wait, is this a D&D thing?

Yeah, told you-- expert.

If-- and that's a big one--

D&D has its facts right,

how does one go about curing
a Berbalang bite?

Wait.

It bit Hope?

Okay, forget D&D.

According to Filipino legend,

Berbalangs are
like living viruses.

They replicate themselves
through physical contact.

If you get bit by one,
it's only a matter of time

before you turn into one.

(Hope growling)

Hope?

Are you okay?

(snarls)

(growls)
(others shout)

How could you two be hungry
at a time like this?

Uh, guys, Hope-alang is
no-doubt coming for us

and you're busy
hoarding my nugs?
It's bait!

Berbalangs eat dead flesh.
We can use this

to get her into the bunker.
And trap her in there

until we can figure out a way
to turn her back.

Good idea-- does this
remind you of anything?

What could this possibly
remind me of?

Rulien's Keep. This is exactly

how our guild trapped
that owlbear, remember?

Our first 30-hour
marathon session?

We got kidney stones
because we drank

so many energy drinks,
but you wouldn't stop

until the lich's
phylactery was destroyed.

Right, right.
How could I forget?

Sorry to interrupt
your war stories,

but we need to pick up the pace
before Hope gets here.

You don't know the half of it.
According to the lore, we only

have one hour before Hope's
transformation is permanent.

Then what if this doesn't work?

Or what if it works too well?

Is it weird that I still
find her attractive?

(growls)

Oh, hey, let me, um...

I'm gonna check that
for you, okay?
Uh...

No mention of any artifacts
or anything,

but I hope I saved you
a little bit of time.

(chuckles)

Um, so...

check this, tonight,

I was thinking,
you know, you, me,

drinks at the Tap,
barbecue from The Pit Stop,

and then moonlit dancing on
the roof of the old clocktower?

That sounds fun, but I will
have to pass for now.

Okay.

Okay, message received.

Got to up my game.

That is not what I was saying.

Well, then you're
gonna have to send

some clearer signals, 'cause

you clearly dig me.

So what-what's up?

What I got to do to get a date?

Not this.

I do not like it when you try

to impress me or be cool.

I want you
to drop the act.

And be honest.

Is that something
you are capable of?

You'll never believe
what I found.

LANDON:Hope?

Are you in there?

(grunting)

She's trying to talk, I think.

Hope!

This isn't you.

Fight it!

Also, faerie folk
cause indigestion.

(sniffs)

Landon... she wants you!

Run!

LIZZIE:
Everything's gonna be okay.

I know that
must have been painful.

Probably why you blocked
the memory, but

at least now we know that you
didn't hurt anyone on purpose.

Yeah, congratulations.

You proved I'm a killer.

Something I have to live with
for the rest of my life.

There might be a way to fix it.

You have a time travel spell?

Not quite.

But I know one that can put
memory blocks in place.

It can make you forget what
happened with your grandpa and

even all of today

if you want.

I have to remember
what my grandpa said.

And I can't
trust anyone.

I have to look out for myself.

It's too bad.

I really liked Josie.

(door creaks open)

Thought you didn't want
to talk to me.
I don't.

But this is Sanskrit.
I took one class on it

last year,
but I've forgotten everything.

Sorry, um, why should I care?

Because I said I've forgotten.
I'm sure my subconscious hasn't.

Again, why should I care?

Because I do.

Now you're starting to get it.

It says...

"to stop a person
from becoming a Berbalang,

you need
a pearl-bladed weapon."

Perfect. Dad has a dagger
like that in his study.

He uses it to open bottles.
Ah-ah-ah.

Not so fast.

The weapon needs to be imbued
with an enchantment.

And there's
no witch here

to cast a spell,
and Lizzie's not back yet

and fae magic just won't cut it.
I know what you're trying to do.

I'm not gonna take back my magic
just so you take me over.

For the last time,
I don't need to take over.

Because I already live
in here.

Well, you're about
to get evicted.

(gasps)
There's the girl I know.

The tough bitch that buried
the hatchet in me.

The one that said that she was
both strong and good.

But if you're

so strong...

why are you afraid
of your own power?

And if you're so good,

how can you let your friend
turn into a monster?

(gasps)

Ticktock, Jo.

(Hope snarling)

Okay, if you're gonna eat me,
can I at least

talk to my girlfriend first?

WADE:
Stand down!

Stay your hand, ghoul.

Or face the wrath of Fangsbane.

Maybe not so much wrath,
more like a stern lecture.

(grunts)

I failed my saving throw.

Okay, Hope?

It's me.
(Hope gasping)

I know that you can hear me.

That you're trying
to talk to me.

Liar!

JOSIE:
I didn't know
Berbalangs were so judgy.

You want something to eat?

Eat this.

Ventus.

Now that's
what I call a glow-up!

You took your magic back.

I had to, to enchant this.

A plus two dagger.

That should stop the process.

If you stab her
in the heart.

ALARIC:
This is what we were
looking for.

These sketches of the artifact
date back to the Renaissance.

You can tell all that
just by looking at it?

Look at the signature.

Leonardo da Vinci.

He's the one
who made it.

I th-- I think.

I don't know, my Italian's
only good enough

to order at a restaurant, but...

(chuckles)
Good.

So, guess we can
get out of here now?

Hey, man, I thought
you were having fun.

Yeah, yeah, I was, um...

It's just...

Ah, yeah... girl problems.

The, uh, sound carries.

Look, you probably don't want
advice from the old guy, but...

I'm thinking maybe

you should tell her why
you actually came on the trip.

'Cause I like being around her?

Are you sure that's
the only reason?

Hold up, you smell that?

Like... like
something's burning?

The parchment!

JOSIE:There is no coming back
from this.

(hisses)

If we're wrong, Hope dies.

Are we really willing
to risk stabbing her

in the heart
based off of some board game?

Technically,
it's a tabletop RPG.

And technically,
I'll shut up.
If we don't,
she'll turn into

one of those things forever,
and that's the real risk.

(screeches, growls)

As defender of the school,
the lot falls to me.

But I'm only acting
in that capacity
because the real protector

of the school
is currently a monster.

(growls)
I'm scared.

We all know how much
Hope means to this place.

To all of us.

(huffs)

Landon. Landon, wait!

(inhales softly)

(exhales)

(dagger clatters to floor)

Come on, Hope.

Come back to me.

(faint groaning)

(moans softly)

Worst date ever.

(chuckles)

Well, that was
a fun car ride.

Um...

You two should
get some rest.

KALEB:
Um, I'm about to grab a bite.

Oh. So you can talk.

From how quiet the car ride was,

I thought you were incapable
of speech.

(exhales)
(scoffs)

You're-you're right.

Okay? It's not
easy for me

to be vulnerable.

Like admitting

the real reason
I went on the mission.

I wanted...
I wanted to have your back,

in case Malivore sent
another monster after you.

You are worried about me?

That is actually very sweet
of you, Kaleb.

Thank you
for being honest with me.

You're welcome.

I'm sorry it took so long.

Just, the
last time

I was vulnerable with someone...

I ended up dead.

Craving blood.

Sporting a new grill.
Mm-hmm.

You became a vampire.

Yeah, it's... it's a long story.

I'm sure I'll tell you
about it sometime.

I do have

a free evening coming up.

You playing?

(laughs):
Not at all.

It is...

a date.

(grunts)
I, uh...

Something.
Phlegm.

(chuckles)

HOPE:You were great today.

So great that you kicked me out
of the prison world

the moment things
got dangerous?

I want you to feel like
you can count on me--

not just when it's safe,
but when there's trouble.
I do.

Landon, I sent you away so that
I could handle the mission,

but I knew that you were able to
figure out what the monster was.

Divide and conquer.

It's standard
power-couple stuff.

(laughs softly)

You could warn a guy
next time.

This should make
it up to you.

WADE:
Ready to roll?

Tonight we're going
to be exploring

the Mines of Shadowspire.

Looking good,
Jon Snow.

Let me get
your character sheets.

Actually, I forgot to ask.

Did The Necromancer
ever revive?
No.

I'm not sure what it means.

We're gonna have to have
Cleo inspire a new plan.

But whatever it is,
I want you by my side.

Thanks.

("Hurricane"
by Anson Seabra playing)

Um, I'll be right back.

Don't pull any
cards without me.

(voice squeaks):
That's not how it works, but...

LIZZIE:Sure you don't want
to hang around for a while?

We could eat rocky road and talk
about how I ruined Finch's life,

and ruined any shot
that Josie had with her.

I'm not ready
for that yet.

♪ The rain would pour... ♪

But about Ethan...

I won't rat you out.

You can continue
the amazing adventures

of Nerd Man and Geek Boy.

MG:
What should I do?

I don't want to compel
his memories away, but...

I don't like lying to your dad.

Don't get me wrong,

playing superhero with a human
is probably a terrible idea,

but...

who am I to judge?

I was wrong about Finch.

And I was wrong

to siphon you
and take the ascendant.

So...

I'm probably not
the right person to ask.

And... I should also

stop pretending like
I know the answer all the time.

You'll make the right call.

You always do.

And in that spirit--

what would you do about Josie
if you were me?

I'd try telling her the truth.

She can handle it.

She can make her own decisions
about who she's dating.

♪ Even when ♪

Hey.

♪ The wind would roar ♪

♪ You were such a... ♪

Finch was wrong about one thing.

You are not a monster.

Everything you did today was
to protect someone you love.

♪ There is nothing... ♪

People should feel lucky

if they get to be
one of those people.

♪ Even when ♪
(sighs softly)

♪ You left me ♪

♪ Broke ♪

♪ And cold ♪

♪ There is nothing ♪

♪ I want more. ♪

ALARIC:I had the answers

to the artifact in my hands,
Dorian.

The fire suppression system
literally turned them to dust.

Yeah, the electrical fire
triggered it.

Yeah, well,
I guess you had to be there,

but we do have one clue
to go on.

The Triad file with Da Vinci's
blueprints in it had a name:

Project Pandora.

Yes, as in the mythical box that
contains all the world's ills.

Remember?
the one that Hope and I opened.

MG:Yo, E.

We got to talk.

I was thinking about it,

and we should tell Dr. Saltzman.

(chuckles):
I promise I will not let him
take your memories away.

But it's always better
to tell the truth

before something goes really...
(groans)

(shuddering)

...wrong.

Oh, crap. Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

HOPE:I'm really glad
that you were here today.

Not just because
you prevented me

from turning into a Babadook
or whatever,

but because I wanted
to apologize.

Today was
the second time

that I've put you
in a position

to where you felt pressured
to take your magic back.

It shouldn't have taken
you turning into a monster

for me to realize
that it was time.

You were with me
when I defeated my dark side.

And when it was over, I was so
horrified by what I had done

that I just really wanted
to make sure

that it never happened again.

But in a way, that
was kind of like

letting the dark
part of me win.

It's a battle that's
always going to be with me,

and I don't want to run
from that anymore.

This is who I am.

Does that mean
you're gonna move back?

I'm not sure about that one yet.

(Wade clears throat)

Hey, Hope,
can I talk to you for a minute

while Landon's getting
his miniatures?

You're so lucky Lizzie
didn't hear you say that.

(sighs):
What's up?

Have you noticed
anything strange about Landon

since he got back?

He's actually been
pretty perfect.

Well, not as a DM.

Please don't make me ask.
Dungeon Master.

Look, this
is gonna sound weird,

but earlier today he forgot
about our D&D campaign

to Rulien's Keep.

Which isn't a biggie, except
that was his favorite module.

And then there's
the Berbalang.

It only eats dead flesh,
but it was hankering for Landon.

Could just be
a residual phoenix...

Also not
a balanced part

of a Berbalang's breakfast--
they hate fire.

But the thing that
really got me, Hope,

was that he stabbed you
in the heart

after you called him a liar...

He didn't have
a choice, okay?

I would have done
the same thing.

Yeah, but Landon wouldn't.

He would never hurt
you, Hope. Ever.

There's something wrong
with him.