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Oh God, I told you I could
have Macguyvered a controlled

explosive designed
for minimal damage

so that we didn't have to blow up

the entire rock formation.

It would take too long.

You obliterated an ancient
site that could have illuminated

so much about the
geology of the region.

And sir, you did almost
blow your own face off

in the process.

As Connor informed
me, chickens dig scars.

Chicks dig scars.
Why would chickens...

You know what? Never mind.

What is this thing anyway?

Ah, that is the
Dagger of Seraphim.

No ordinary poniard.

It was fashioned from
the ashes of a fallen star

and can kill what does not live.

According to legend,

it was forged by
the Devil himself.

Kill what does not live?

Like a virus? That could
revolutionize health care?

Uh, I'm more concerned
about the Devil part.

Well, the devil, they
say, is in the detail.

But why now, after
all these years,

has the Dagger of Seraphim
decided to reveal itself?

Ah, Connor, relinquish the blade.

It needs to be
handled properly by--

No. You know what?

We are a team.

But you still don't trust us.

And the truth is, you need us.

What I need from you, Connor, is

to hand over that blade
before you poke your eye out.

Think fast.

I always think fast.

No, it means...

it means catch.

If you're going to be
such a rumbumptious bellyacher

about the whole thing, here.

Take the dagger.

You may be the one to
escort it back to the Library.

Wow, thanks.

It must have been
really hard for you.

Um, this isn't the Annex.

What is this place?

Where's Vikram?

Okay. Come on through.

Let's not dilly-dally.

Where are you?

We need to complete this mission

and get this dagger
back where it belongs.

Oh .

Very good.

The leg-pull is on me.
Point made.

Showing me just
how much I need you.

Well then, two, or rather
four, can play at that game.

Mm.

Finally.

Some peace and quiet.

Far more suitable to my nature.

No...

needful trainees...

clucking at my heels.

Right, enough is enough.

Connor, Lysa, Charlie,
end this japery at once!

There has got to be a
reason why the Door glitched.

Maybe it short-circuited.

Uh, power fluctuations are

the most common
cause of voltage issues.

Lysa, there's nothing
scientific about the magic door.

Alright, it's right
there in the name.

Magic. Door.

Doesn't get things wrong.

I bet this is a test.

I think Vikram set this up

to prove that we
can't complete a mission

- without him.
- [Lysa] Okay.

Intellectual challenge?

I could get on board with that.

That's the spirit.

If this is a test, you
really should have run it by me.

Guys, I have a really
bad feeling about this.

No. This'll be fun.

Come on, let's go look for clues.

My, my.

What a stormy night.

The phone lines are down,

and the roads are
blocked off for miles.

Saw you eyeing me
from across the room.

Ah, yes.

I am the actor Chauncey Cooper.

Would you like my autograph?

How I love you, Philip.

And I you, Vera.

This place is weird.

Yeah.

Connor Green.

Yvette Laszlo.

Well, I'm a singer by night.

And by day?

Wouldn't you like to know?

So, uh, you come here often?

First time.

Although...

it feels oddly familiar.

Welcome all.

Madam Visconti will begin

her world-renowned
tarot reading shortly.

Tarot reading?

What is going on?

We really need to get that dagger

back to the Library
for safekeeping.

Well, it is nice and safe in here.

Cheese puffs?

The Bollingsworth Affair?
Really?

It is a very, very
good detective series.

What?

You thought that you would be able

to squeeze in some light reading

in between our
famously relaxing missions?

Maybe.

We might be stuck here a while.

- Hello, sir.
- Hello.

I am Mysterious Mortadello.

Right.

I don't suppose a man
with a devil-may-care attitude

- has left a message for us?
- Uh, no.

But I have two wands for you.

Or should I say, he does.

No need for tip.

No.

I've got that covered.

That is so cool.

How do they do that?

Seriously, Con,

we work with a
time-traveling relic hunter

whose office is
a sentient library,

and that impressed you?

We've been waiting for so long!

I'm bored! I hate it here!

Ladies.

That right there is
Princess Lucille.

You see, her parents
owned the place,

so she's quite used
to getting her own way,

if you know what I mean.

Shame. Real shame
what happened to them.

That there is Sister Annabelle.

The nun. Her new nanny.

Nunny!

Sounds like a great film.

The Nunny.

Madam Visconti is ready for you.

It appears this globe
is the key to this thing.

Door.

Charlie is not
here to activate you,

so it is time to listen to me.
Hm?

Activate.

At once.

Listen.

I must retrieve the
Dagger of Seraphim.

It is too dangerous to
be out there in the open.

And yes, I admit it.

I am growing worried about
Lysa, Connor and Charley.

They could be in danger.
Do you hear me?

This... damnable new technology!

We didn't have magic
doors in my day, no.

We had something called horses.

Steward of the telephone?

Call Connor.

Calling Connor.

Thank you.

How can a voicemail be full?

Must you empty it
like a chamber pot?

Oh. Ugh!

Mr. Cooper,

if you wouldn't mind
switching seats, please.

Thank you.

Hey, hey, don't worry.

Thunder is scary.

It's kind of like the
sky is having a tantrum.

You wouldn't know anything
about tantrums now, would you?

Whoa, that looks like
the Sforza tarot deck.

We are here to
delve into our past,

present,

and future.

The Fool.

Magician.

The High Priestess.

Get her out of here.

Vera! Vera!

A knife wound.

About an inch wide,

with another
smaller incision here.

This was made by a
lightning bolt-shaped dagger.

That's impossible.

I have the dagger, right...

Uh-oh.

[Lysa] We have
been here half an hour

and you have already
lost the artifact?

How did anyone know
I had it on me?

Well, I don't know.
Maybe the fortune teller looked

into your mind and heard dagger,

- dagger, cheese puffs, dagger.
- Um, I'll have you know--

Guys, that artifact
is our responsibility.

- If we don't get it back--
- We're gonna get it back.

- We're not gonna fail the test.
- We need to find Vikram.

No, we don't need to find Vik.

We can find the dagger ourselves.

- Come on.
- Yeah, come on.

Quiet!

There's been a murder here,

and we need to find the weapon,

and until we do so,

no one is safe.

We'll question all of you,

and get to the bottom of this.

Until then, no one is to
leave this house, understood?

- And who are you exactly?
- Yeah.

Why, this...

is...

Chief Inspector Poppy
Bollingsworth of Scotland Yard.

The murder of her parents
when she was just a child

drove her into a
career of solving crime.

An obsession she
swears isn't personal,

but has completely taken
over every aspect of her life.

- Well, it sounds good to me.
- Yeah.

Do I look like a Poppy to you?

Where did that come from?

The Bollingsworth Affair!

You guys gotta read it.

If we want that dagger back,

we need to solve a murder.

No, the globe is not
in another dimension.

It is not in liquid form.

It has not been possessed.

I just don't know how to work it.

An appendix this
mystery shall solve.

Ha.

"If you cannot open the door,

"please use the backup door.

"If you do not
have the backup door,

please retrieve the backup door."

What do you mean?!

If my charges are maimed, injured,

or hurt in any way,

I blame you.

I have to ask you some questions.

A real magician never
reveals his secrets.

It's not about the card trick.

Oh, you need an alibi.

How about I interest you

in something completely different?

That is so cool.

It's mine.

So you're just not
gonna answer my question?

You've taken a vow of silence.

And a vow not to kill anyone.

Very convenient.

Miss Laszlo,

you don't seem too upset
by the events of today.

When you've been in show business

as long as I have, darling,

nothing surprises you.

[Lysa] Does that
mean you're saying

that this murder was
professionally motivated?

He was an actor.

A cutthroat profession,

and they do mean that.

Literally.

You want one?

[Connor] Earlier, before the reading,

Chauncey Cooper, the actor,

whispered something to you.

I think you're mistaken, sir.

He leaned over,

whispered in your ear,

and you smiled.

What did he say?

Philip,

it's not...

It wasn't... It was nothing.

- It was nothing.
- It doesn't sound like nothing.

And what of your mistakes?

I've owned up to my mistakes.

Have you?

After you lost all of our
money to that slimy Carmelito,

you swore your
gambling days were over.

Well, excuse me

if I needed a way to
get my mind off things

while my own bride

has been cavorting
behind my back with an actor!

Wow.

I am really good at this.

[Charlie] So did you know
Chauncey Cooper?

See any of his movies?

Oh, I don't really
have much opportunity

to go to the movies.

I imagine taking care
of a princess eats up

a lot of your time.

It must be even harder
in a situation like this.

She's a fighter.

Well, I hope you're not a fighter.

How's that?

My uncle.

He was very religious.

And when me and my
siblings were acting up,

he would remind my parents,

"Do not embitter your children,

or they will become discouraged."

Ephesians 3:21.

Of course, one of my favorites.

Although it is sometimes difficult

for Lucille to not be bitter.

You see, her parents...

Oh.

It's nine.

Oh, I'm sorry, Inspector
Bollingsworth,

but I must go.

Lucille will be
wondering where am I.

Please, you know where to find me

if you need anything.

And why did you
make him switch seats?

- I beg your pardon?
- [Lysa] At the reading.

The actor, you
made him switch seats.

He was sitting next to Vera.

I'm sorry, madam.

I don't recall.

I make many
adjustments to the plans,

menus, any number of things,

and I cater to the
whims of many guests.

It's so hard to keep track.

So, would you like some tea?

Or perhaps this night
requires something stronger?

Uh, tea, please.

What would you do, Vikram?

Damn you, Door!

Connor, Lysa, and Charlie
are on the other side of you.

They need my assistance.
I can sense it.

Tremendously easy.

Now, take me to my cohort.

So, uh, did she ask about me?

- Who?
- Yvette, the lounge singer.

She has a thing for me.

No, she does not.

- Who made you that tea?
- The butler.

- Don't drink it.
- But why?

Didn't you say he was evasive?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, that tea is so poisoned.

None of my suspects
would ever try to poison me.

Connor, this isn't a competition.

Or a Librarian test.

[Conner] Uh, it is.

And here's what I learned.

Vera was having an affair
with Chauncey, the actor.

And Philip just lost all
their money to Carmelito,

- the mobster guy.
- Who?

Pinstripe, mustache.

Have you noticed
everyone here is almost...

Two-dimensional?

Not quite real?

Yeah.

And they're all hiding something.

I quoted a Bible
verse to Sister Annabelle

and said it was from Ephesians.

She didn't bat an eye.

But the verse
wasn't from Ephesians,

it was from Colossians.

A nun should know that.

How do... Never mind.

Guys, they're all
working for Vikram.

This is all planned, man.

No, I think it's
weirder than that.

I think someone knew
that we had the dagger.

I don't think it was a coincidence

that the door sent us here
right after we retrieved it.

I know that you said
the door can't glitch.

But could it be hacked?

I suppose someone could hack it.

Divert it.

But there would have to
be a very powerful magician.

There is a magician in the house.

Huh?

Fine.

But we have to start
acting like a team

if we wanna get out of here.

Vikram or no Vikram.

So, let's split up,

and look for the magician.

Any sign of the magician?

Nothing.

Just check the
entire ground floor.

I've asked around
and no one's seen him.

Okay, okay.

What would Vikram do?

Ignore us and go off on his own.

Yeah.

[Connor] Sorry, sorry.

[Charlie] Hey.

[Connor] The magician?

He's dead.

We're all gonna be
dead by the morning.

Not if I can help it.

There's still a
killer on the loose.

The safest thing
for you all to do is

to return to your rooms

and lock the doors. Go.

You heard her. Come on.

You too.

The Dagger of
Seraphim strikes again.

Why in a mansion full
of knives and weapons would

the murderer need
the Dagger of Seraphim?

Vikram said it kills
what doesn't live.

Well, clearly it also
kills things that do live.

Okay. Let's search the room.

Maybe the murderer
stashed it somewhere

so it's not gonna
be on his person.

Really gonna look
in every single book?

If I had a study like this,

at least half the books would
have secret little compartments.

You and Vikram really are
two peas in a pod, aren't you?

He must have knocked
that over as he was dying.

Smashed on the ground

and expelled dirt over here,

and it stops there.

She's got her math face on.

But the arc-shaped dispersal
of the dirt indicates a door

that swept away the mess.

A secret passageway?
We need to...

Sorry.

We need to get one
of these in the Annex.

You've got terrible priorities,
Connor.

That's from the
Dagger of Seraphim.

The entire hilt had
jewels just like it.

This is the tower room.

Wait.

This is the same corner

where Sister Annabelle took
Princess Lucille

to comfort her after
the Actor's death.

The nun could have
stashed a dagger here,

and retrieved it
after we interviewed her.

Plus, she was pretty
rusty on her scriptures.

Anyone else think we
should sit the nunny down

for a few more questions?

Come on.

I found you!

You.

You look familiar.

Who are you?

And where are my f...

colleagues?

Two women and a man.

I do not wish to play cards.

You must know where they are.

Oh.

Well, in that case,

I shall tear this house asunder

in search of my coterie, hmm?

I see a wise man.

A man of books.

A man not of this world.

A man out of time.

You must speak through the cards.

I would like a reading.

Sister Annabelle's
not in her room.

Then where could she be?

I'm sorry I was out of my room.

I was looking for
Sister Annabelle.

I don't want her
to be angry with me.

Are you okay?

Do you think this
was targeted at us?

Or her?

When you were
with Sister Annabelle,

did you see a lightning
bolt-shaped dagger

with a weird-shaped handle?

This isn't a game anymore.

My job is to protect
you, and I say we're leaving.

- Dagger or no dagger.
- We can't leave.

These people are in
danger, and it's our fault.

We brought the dagger here. I...

I lost it.

And if we leave and give up now,

- it'll prove that--
- Prove what?

That Vik doesn't need us.

It's locked.

Go, go.

What is happening?

What the hell is that?

[Madam Visconti] It is Death.

And you cannot leave.

Why is Death here?

We need to figure out
how to get out of here.

More importantly,
where here even is.

There is one person

who seems to know what's going on.

What is this place?

I am but a servant to the cards.

This isn't getting us anywhere.

We'd like a reading, please.

No cage can contain it.

No shackles can constrain it.

None on this earth, anyway.

Centuries ago,

they constructed
this place to confine it.

Disguised in plain sight.

Yes.

I knew this place looked familiar.

I have seen drawings and journals.

Centuries ago, the
Sforza family created

a prison for the Devil,

guarded by three keepers.

The location of the prison
has always remained a mystery.

This is the old Sforza Manor?

And it's a prison to the Devil?

Whoa, how did you get there?

But this is the Sforza deck.

It's the oldest surviving
tower deck in the world.

The Eight of Swords represents

being bound and
helpless, imprisonment.

The Justice card stands
for fairness and law.

And combined with
the Eight of Swords...

Consequences...

And the Devil card is...

Just the Devil.

Wait.

They trapped the
actual Devil in here?

The Devil is like time.

Fluid, multidimensional.

Hard to pin down as he
is everywhere and nowhere.

- Do you understand?
- No.

I extremely do not understand.

In the 15th century,

the Sforzas were somehow able

to create a magical prison

for an aspect of the Devil.

No one is quite sure how,
but the enchantment involved

three keepers

to lock the Devil,

or part of it, inside.

The Keeper's Three.

The Trinity.

The bulwark between it and thee.

I think this is why
people are being murdered.

Look.

You don't think?

Yeah, I do.

I think the Devil
is killing his keepers.

First the Fool, then the Magician.

So if the High
Priestess is eliminated,

the Devil can escape.

How do I get in?

It's not how you get
in that should concern you.

It's how to get back out.

The door is locked.

And the key is the
end of your story.

That thing outside is Death?

Well, that's not good.

A thing is not good or bad.

A thing is a thing.

How you react to it is up to you.

Yeah, but it's Death.

Literal death.

No.

Actually, I don't think
it is literal death .

What do you mean?

Okay, so we have Death.

We had a Magician.

The Fool was the actor.

Guys, we're inside
the Sforza deck.

Okay, okay, so there
are 22 major arcana cards

in the standard deck.

Face cards.

The Fool, the Empress,
the Hierophant, etc.

Okay, so... What?

There are, uh...

22 people inside the
house, and Death is outside.

That's too many people.

The Lovers count as one.

Philip and Vera, the newlyweds.

And Yvette is the Star.

And the silent
friar is the Hermit.

Okay, if all that is
true, then what does it mean?

It means tarot cards can
have multiple interpretations.

And it means that we need
to figure out who the Devil is.

And the High Priestess.

So we can protect her.

Well, the High Priestess
is usually depicted wearing

a crown or a diadem--

Princess Lucille.

You said that Sister Annabelle
didn't know her scripture.

She's acting more
and more suspicious.

We really need to find that
nun and hold her feet to the fire.

My three friends are
trapped in the Devil's prison,

and they need my help.

Yes, but it won't be easy.

Oh, it never is.

If the Librarian
enters the prison,

Death will come for him.

It's never stopped me before.

Pendulum, take me to my friends.

I can't find them anywhere.

- Nothing.
- Same.

God, if I don't hear
another far-off scream

for the rest of my life,

it'll be too soon.

[Lucille] Help! Help me!

Get away from her.

No, no, no,
I was just trying to...

Just trying to
kill your last keeper?

Oh, my God.
We were wrong.

Sister Annabelle's
the final keeper.

She's the High
Priestess, which means

Princess Lucille is...

Devilishly adorable?

You only pretended to be
afraid of the storm earlier.

And when you comforted
me, it was all too easy

to steal the dagger from your bag.

See where being kind
to children gets you?

But why?

Why that dagger?

- Why do you need us?
- [Connor] Wait.

The dagger kills
what doesn't live.

Your keepers were tarot cards,
they weren't actually alive.

I've waited for centuries

for a librarian
to find that dagger.

And when they hid
it away long ago,

I set up a number of traps

that will alert
me to its discovery.

Your merry band set off
every single one of them.

What did you do?
Blow up the entire cave?

Damn it, Vikram.

Wait, you know
about the Librarian?

Oh, yes.

I've had unfortunate
dealings with librarians.

They can be quite
useful, if need be.

With the dagger uncovered,

I could feel my powers returning.

And I was able to reroute
your little Magic Door

just in time for you to
walk right into my prison.

So, what now?

The Sforza family
kept me trapped here

in the 15th century
using an ancient curse.

They commissioned
a tarot card deck

that would keep me locked away,

guarded by three keepers.

So the Sforza shut
you away in plain sight.

And I assume part of the
enchantment would enable it

to manifest itself in a
way that we would understand.

[Lucille] Yes.

Otherwise, your feeble
minds would not be able

to comprehend the reality in here.

You would go mad.

I believe for the Sforza,
it was an Italian Court.

But for you, it seems to be--

A cozy Agatha
Christie murder house?

I don't care for it.

Now all that's left is
one more part of my plan.

And you are going to provide
me my escape out of this prison.

No, we'll never let you escape.

[Connor] Vikram?

Oh, thank God.

Right on time.

[Connor] Vik, she's the devil.

We're trapped in a tarot deck.

Death is outside, and
we don't have the key.

And we can't just leave.

Otherwise, she would
just reroute the Magic Door,

and all of her keepers are
dead, and she's basically free.

Hmm. You've certainly been busy.

Well, idle hands are my workshop.

It seems that if you've
killed your three keepers,

then you are free
to leave this prison.

Hmm. That's only fair.

You've worked ever so hard.

You tracked us down,
rerouted our Magic Door,

trapped my three friends.

And you have opened a door for me

to walk out of this prison,

just like I knew you would.

Oh, please.

The door is yours.

Vikram, you can't!

Do you really think
you could stop me,

the Devil?

Of course.

No one would be foolish
enough to try to stop you.

This is a trick.

No librarian would just
let me walk out of here.

Well, I suppose you'll have
to walk through to find out.

But that's how I got
in here the first time.

Librarian's deceit.

Today, I have had to
retrieve a long-lost artifact

from a booby-trapped cave,

tear apart my annex
looking for a way

to summon this Magic
Door without my team,

analyze a tarot reading

from an enigmatic fortune teller,

and then travel through dimensions

to arrive here.

It's been a very long day.

So, if you'll just be going.

I'll figure out your plan,
Librarian.

Hmm. Well, then.

You had better think fast.

That dagger can't hurt me.

I forged it.

It's mine.

I know.

- No!
- No!

No, no, no, no.

I let him die.

I let him die.

Charlie, no!

Tarot cards can have
surprising meanings, remember?

Get away! Get out!

What a stormy night.

Saw you eyeing me
from across the room.

Oh, yes.
I am the actor, Chauncey Cooper.

How I love you, Philip.

And I you, Vera.

The tarot readings
are about to begin.

Won't that be fun?

Wake up.

Wake up!

Oh thank God.

Warn me before you stab
yourself next time, okay?

You're all right.

Hey, you're here, too.

- Are we still inside the deck?
- [Connor] I knew it.

The Death card in tarot
doesn't mean literal death.

It means change,
transformation, or--

Renewal.

And as Madam Visconti
said, ever so slyly,

the key to the manor
was the end of my story.

The key was sacrifice.

A real person needed
to die within the deck

for Death to be allowed inside.

And once inside,

Death was able
to reset the evening,

trapping the Devil once
more inside her prison.

So, how'd you know it would work?

I didn't.

So, you just stabbed yourself

without knowing what would happen?

I had an overwhelming sensation

that everything
would be all right.

It always is.

When we're together.

I think you're right, sir.

Oh.

The Wheel of Fortune.

Is this you?

This belongs in the Library.

What?

All I'm saying is,

if you didn't care about us,

you wouldn't have come to save us.

Did it occur to you that I was
rescuing the dagger and not you?

Sure.
Keep telling yourself that.

I am...

I do...

Please accept my...

If it had not been for my
rash and destructive actions,

then the devil
wouldn't have been able

to alert it to our...

It's okay, Vik.

Maybe next time, just...

listen to us?

We're here to help.

Thank you for
letting me do this part.

[Vikram] The time is now
when it comes to apologizing.

And, um...

I am the one who...

That is to say, um...

Please accept my...

Hey, I appreciate how
hard it is to apologize.

- It's fine.
- It is?

Yeah. Uh...

We're a team.

Sometimes we fight.

It happens.

Besides, we did watch
you stab yourself, so...

It'd be rude to hold a grudge.

Anyway, I wanted
to show you something.

You said that Madam
Visconti felt familiar.

Well,

this is the Book of Librarians.

[Vikram] She was a Librarian.

"Back during the Sforza reign,

"as part of the
deck's enchantment,

"she agreed to stay within,

and watch over the Devil."

She's gonna be
trapped there forever.

She's where she belongs.

Look.

You all are too.