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Previously on Once Upon a Time...

I wish that Emma Swan's wish

to have never been the Savior,

be granted.

- No! - Emma!

I wish to be sent to the same place as Emma Swan.

- Emma? - You're the Evil Queen.

You don't remember me?

Every Savior needs a villain.

Henry, stop!

- Emma? - Let's go home.

This is a robbery.

Who put her in there?

A guy in a hood.

Emma's vision.

Did you see who was under that hood?

Hello, mother.

You're not really gonna burn that, are you?

My problem right now is cold.

You're out here, lack of kindling is the least of your problems.

What's your story?

I ran away, okay?

It was a crappy group home...

and it's none of your business.

Please!

Don't.

These stories are great.

Look. The Ugly Duckling...

I loved this one when I was a kid.

You're still a kid.

You've got spunk.

When I was your age, it was great.

The best fairy tales are about the same thing.

Transformation.

You know... See, a duck, it becomes a swan.

It's beautiful.

That's not what it's about.

The duck was always a swan.

Just...

didn't know it.

Maybe that's how you see it.

But I see it as about belief.

About a duckling believing so hard that she'd become a swan...

One day...

it actually happened.

If we believe in something strongly enough...

we all have the power to change our fate.

Speaking of which, is this really the fate you want?

Maybe your last home was bad.

Doesn't mean you won't find a good one someday.

So how long have you been on the streets, dear?

A few days.

My friend, he brought me here.

What's your name, sweetie?

- Emma. - Emma.

You got a last name, Emma?

Swan.

My name is Emma Swan.

Regina?

Come on now, off with it. The jewelery. Now!

- Robin, you don't know me? - Enough talking. The jewels.

It's not him.

And the necklace, if you please, my lady.

Thank you.

It appears it is time for me to go.

Regina, they're after you.

They're looking for you.

They crossed the river. Hurry.

We have to get my mother back.

And that witch will pay for my grandparents' death!

Okay, they're gone.

The last thing we need is you in some dungeon, real or fake or...

- whatever this place is. - Robin...

He didn't age. Everyone else here aged.

- How is that possible? - Nothing is real. He's not real.

This place was created on a wish. Don't get lost in it.

When we get home, this will just be like a dream.

And how long until we get home?

Not long.

I think I know how to get us back.

C'mon, keep up.

We're gonna find that guy before Emma gets back.

The only way she's gonna see that hooded figure is behind bars.

Easy, mate. I thought the plan was to get some shut-eye,

kiss Snow back in, recharge.

Yeah, well, plans change.

Now that this guy is in town, he changed the Queen into a snake.

He's powerful. He wants to kill my daughter.

I'm not gonna let that happen. I'm gonna find this guy.

Hang on, mate.

You're usually the level-headed voice of reason.

It's because of me...

The wish I made...

to give the Evil Queen what she deserves.

It brought him here.

It's on me.

Now, I am not gonna wake Snow until I fix this.

- If you're not with me... - I'm with you, mate.

I just hope you know what you're doing.

You and me both.

But, how?

How is this even possible? How are you here?

How are you grown?

I've lived a full 28 years.

I was in a place where time moved differently,

where the Black Fairy raised me.

Did she harm you?

Depends what you mean.

She toughened me up.

What did she do to you?

She did...

many things trying to make me evil, but she failed.

Because in all of those dark years,

I always remembered you, mother.

I tried to follow your example.

You're not here to kill the Savior?

No, of course I am.

Because once she's dead,

I will gain her power. I will be the Savior.

Why would you wanna do that?

Because there is another land in need of a Savior now.

I want to finally free it

from the cruel reign of the Black Fairy.

Defeating the Savior won't be as easy as you think.

I've seen it in a vision. I've seen her death at my hand.

And when I kill Emma Swan...

I will finally become a hero.

- All right, let's go. - Oh, shh! Stay back.

The whole kingdom wants your head on a spike.

You'll just be a liability.

Stay here.

Hey there, Pinocchio.

Princess Emma!

I'd heard terrible rumors

you were captured by the Evil Queen.

I cannot tell you how relieved I am to see you.

What are you doing here? What happened?

It's a long story.

I know this sounds... well, crazy.

Long ago...

I desperately wanted to become a real boy.

And it only took one person, my father,

believing in me to make it so.

I believe in you, Emma.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

So why me?

What can a simple woodcarver do for you?

Carve wood, and get us home.

Your father once made a magical wardrobe.

It took me between realms.

- My father passed years ago. - I know.

I have all of Princess Emma's memories too, and I'm sorry.

I was hoping that maybe you still have that wardrobe.

I remember the one you speak about.

But I dismantled it years ago. It reminded me of darker times.

No offense.

None taken.

This world became oh-so-much better after I was gone.

Maybe I can help.

I know the enchanted grove

where my father found the wood for the original wardrobe.

Perhaps we can replicate his work.

- I kept his tools. - Regina, what do you think?

Do what you must to get home with Pinocchio.

I know you'll succeed,

but I can't come back till I have a question answered.

I know Robin isn't real here,

but I need to know if...

like everything else in this realm,

is he better off without me?

There he is.

The guy with the lion tattoo.

That's him?

Pixie dust doesn't lie.

This is your chance at love and happiness.

Fresh start. No baggage.

You can let go of all the anger that weighs you down.

Go get him.

- The Evil Queen! - The Evil Queen!

Is it too much to hope you're here to buy me a drink?

So, you're the Evil Queen.

I presume you're here to take back

the necklace that I stole.

Uh, actually, no.

I'm here to talk to you.

One doesn't usually come to a tavern for talking.

Are you happy?

- You're a strange one. - Are you?

As a matter of fact, my life's great.

I have work that I adore. I answer to no man.

I sleep under the stars. Who could ask for more?

So you were better off.

Pardon?

Thanks for telling me.

Wait. What's this about?

Why would you care about my happiness?

You can tell me.

There!

Nottingham. Always good to see you.

Well, the pleasure is all mine.

At last, the most wanted man in all the land...

is as he should be...

mine.

And I see that we have a little bonus.

Oh, I'm sorry, my lady, but here in Sherwood Forest...

we're prepared for the likes of you.

Hmm?

Off with them!

Is your friend gonna be okay?

Regina can take care of herself.

- We just need to do our part. - Speaking of which, here we are.

It's beautiful.

It survived the Evil Queen's reign.

Its magic flourished.

And this will get us home?

We'll see.

So, which one?

The chisel.

Ordinary tools are no good on enchanted wood.

But this one...

this one was special to my father.

I just hope I can live up to him.

He said...

"A true woodcarver must always be in conversation with his tool

and his materials."

A sword, princess?

The Emma I knew was far more interested

in fancy dresses and high tea.

Where I come from, I'm not a princess, I'm...

a Savior.

- Interesting jobs in your world. - Yeah.

I spend a lot more time around swords than dresses.

What exactly does a Savior do?

A lot of things. I...

protect people. It's...

the gist of it, I guess.

So, why so glum?

Seems like a good thing.

Because the job comes with a destiny.

I'm supposed to protect my family, but I die doing it.

It's my fate...

and this sword...

this is what will finish me.

Stop talking.

Back away from the princess.

Killian?

Don't worry, Princess,

I'm here to rescue you...

after I kill whoever the blazes this is.

Lonely here, isn't it?

If you're here to talk me off my path, you can't.

This is my fate.

Well, fate's a tricky business.

It still requires work...

and planning.

I see what this is.

You don't think I'm strong enough.

Don't walk away from your father.

You've been alive 28 years, I've been alive hundreds.

There are things a man learns.

Take your hand off me.

You know, I waited years for a moment like this.

When I could finally tell my own father

that I was better than him, stronger than him.

So you go ahead, you show me.

You think you know all about me.

You have no idea.

I know your childhood was full of pain,

just like mine.

You want someone to pay for that? Make me pay.

It is my fault after all, is it not?

I let the Black Fairy take you, I couldn't protect you.

So you go ahead. Do it. Hit me.

Hit me.

Hit me!

If you can't hit me,

how do you expect to kill the Savior?

I can help you, son.

I don't need your help.

Uh... Okay. How many time do I need to ask?

Please, let him go.

Princess Enya, please.

Leave the daring rescue to the professionals.

It's Emma.

Who is?

My... Me. My name is Emma. I don't need to be rescued.

Not anymore, thanks to Captain Hook,

at your service.

Hey!

That is not very sporting, mate.

Like the lady said, she doesn't need any rescuing.

The royal family does not agree.

There's a handsome reward out for her return.

Sword, please.

Oh! Hook! Hook! Please! We really don't want to hurt you!

I'm sorry. Do you... You know him?

A version of him in the other world.

We sort of live together.

Now...

you might have my sword, but I've got your... this thing.

Chisel.

Now, we duel.

Hook! Stop!

Wow. I really need to get home and get someone off the rum.

And the dessert.

Sorry, Hook.

I think it's time to go back to the Jolly Roger.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Can you fix it?

No...

I cannot.

Well, you have a whole other chest of tools,

maybe there's something else.

No, I need magic to carve the tree!

I'm not my father. I'm not...

good enough.

I'm sorry you put your faith in me, Emma.

I hope you never make that mistake again.

You two...

keep an eye on them until I return.

I am so sorry about all this.

I never meant for you to get hurt.

Yes, well, then you failed with flying colors!

Now I'm going to die for nothing, having accomplished nothing.

Not true.

You're Robin Hood.

Think of all the people you've helped.

Robin Hood?

No. I'm Robin of Locksley, and I'm a thief.

A thief who steals from the rich and gives to the poor.

"Gives to the poor?" Why the hell would I do that?

Wait, so you're telling me you're just a common thief?

I am not a common anything.

I steal from the rich to make myself rich.

And that makes you happy?

No, I don't believe it.

It must be Marian.

What do you know of Marian?

Your wife.

No, she was never my wife.

She died before we could marry.

I'm so sorry.

So, there's no one?

No.

Never.

And even so, your...

life...

it makes you happy?

That's not exactly what I said. That's what you said.

If you want the truth, Your Majesty...

I haven't been happy for a very long time.

You never had love.

What was that?

Please. Help me.

Ah, don't worry. I know who did that.

He's on our side.

After all those years locked up,

it's certainly nice to stretch one's legs again.

impeccable timing, as always.

Now, will you please take this cuff off?

But that's the question, isn't it, dearie?

Will I, or won't I?

Now, on the one hand,

you did help me escape from my prison.

On the other, you kidnapped the woman I loved

and starved her to death in a tower.

I went looking for Belle, and this is what I found.

That wasn't me.

Not really. I...

I'm not even from this world...

No, I know that, dearie, but I have to hurt someone

and you seem like the best candidate.

I may not be real...

but I got a funny feeling...

I can still make you bleed.

I'm sorry. I can't wake you. Not yet.

Not until I find the person who wants to harm our daughter,

and Snow, I promise you...

I will find him...

and I will stop him

and bring Emma home where she belongs, and we can...

fix this.

All of this.

All right, then. Thanks, mate.

The dwarves have searched the entire northern woods.

There's no sign of our guy, or anyone else, for that matter.

He couldn't have just vanished. We must have missed something.

This would be so much easier if we knew who the bloody hell

we were looking for.

His name's Gideon.

Belle.

He's my son.

Your son is an infant.

He was.

Then he grew up in another realm,

without his parents,

and that experience affected him.

Affected him? He's trying to kill Emma.

I know. It's not his fault. He's confused, and...

Rumple's out there looking for him right now.

To stop him or aid him?

I don't know.

But I do know that I can stop him.

If I can just talk to him, reason with him, as his mother.

- Will you help me? - I don't know, Belle.

If he's really planning to kill Emma...

We're going to have to stop him.

Okay. That doesn't mean he has to be hurt.

And neither one of our children need to be harmed.

Look, I came to you for help because I trust you.

Can you trust me?

Let's just find him.

The sooner we do, the better. Then we could take your shot but...

if it doesn't work...

Thank you.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

it's been a while since I had a good flay.

Tools are a bit rusty.

So...

you're telling me I'm living in a fake world

that's created by the wish of a princess who's not fake?

Well, it wasn't her wish exactly, but yes.

And in this world, I'm some kind of folk hero

and the Evil Queen cared for me.

Hmm.

I'd say I did pretty well for myself.

Wait, that's it? You just...

believe me?

Do I believe that there's some other world where I'm living

a completely different life, which, by the looks of things,

is a hell of a lot better than this one?

Yes, indeed! I don't mind believing that at all.

What?

Am I a scoundrel over there, too?

No, you're not a scoundrel.

You're dead.

I see.

And...

this other Robin...

before he died, did he...

Did I have a good life?

I think so.

I hope so.

He helped a lot of people, which he was proud of.

And he loved his friends and...

family.

And you.

And me.

Well, it sounds like it was a good life.

Even if it was too short.

What are you doing?

Well, it's a little-known fact but...

I'm not just the world's greatest thief.

Shall we, Your Majesty?

What's this? It had my name on it.

For the princess who has everything. Happy Birthday.

Seriously, why this?

I don't know.

I guess I've always liked swans.

Reminds me of a story my father used to tell me

when I was dreaming of becoming real.

Let me guess, The Ugly Duckling?

Huh.

- You know it. - Yeah, you could say that.

The duck who believed so deeply he could become a swan,

he actually became one.

My father always said,

"Believe hard enough in something,

and you can change your fate."

What did you say?

You can change...

your fate.

If we believe in something strongly enough,

we all have the power to change our fate.

It was you.

What was me?

When I was a kid in my world, you...

gave me some advice, and it changed my life.

You became the swan?

Yeah, I did.

You can do this.

If you believe you're a puppeteer,

you will be a puppeteer.

But if you believe you're a master carver

and as good as your father ever was...

then your fate changes.

Looks like the Swan is going home.

You did it.

I knew that you could.

Thank you, Emma, for believing in me.

I'm just repaying the favor.

Your father would be proud.

Well... it's a little...

rough around the edges, but I think it'll do.

Regina, where did you go?

Uh...

Oh...

I'm sorry I ran off, but we have to get out of here.

They're gonna be looking for us. Sheriffs and knights

and maybe Rumple, and...

Is that it?

This is it.

That's how you're getting back? A tree?

A magic tree.

- Oh, well, forgive me. - Regina, we do have to go.

Can you just give me a minute?

Um...

I'm...

so sorry I dragged you into this.

I like an adventure. Here...

I want you to have this...

So a piece of Robin is with you always.

Where did you get this?

It's my lucky feather from a very lucky arrow.

When Robin...

My Robin died, there was a feather...

that got lost on its way to me...

from him.

But despite everything, I...

chose to believe in hope...

that he was in a good place...

That's why I think, somehow...

he lives on in you.

Regina.

Why don't you bring him?

He's not real. Emma, you said it yourself,

this place was created by a wish.

- How could a wish become real? - No. Maybe it can. The feather.

Robin's soul had to go somewhere.

Maybe that's why he hasn't aged, why he's different.

If you believe any part of him is in there, why walk away?

Because, Emma, it's me.

And I'm afraid of tempting fate.

No. We make our own fate.

I did it, and now it's your turn.

So...

I'm in.

You are?

It might not work.

Then again...

it might.

You'd take the risk?

Well, I don't know if you caught this, but, uh...

things are looking pretty bleak for me here.

And, you know...

why not get to know the woman one version

of me was willing to die for?

Maybe you should leave this here.

No.

Can't let fate dictate my actions anymore.

Thank you.

Regina?

Are you okay?

Where's Robin?

I don't know, we went in together.

I'm so sorry.

Can I... Can I have a moment alone, please?

Sorry.

No, it's all right.

So...

where exactly are we?

Robin of Locksley...

as Mayor...

I'd like to officially welcome you to Storybrooke.

Savior.

I've been waiting.

Who are you?

My name is Gideon.

I only know one Gideon.

He looks a lot younger than you do.

What do you want?

- Mom! - Emma!

Stay back!

Gideon, wait!

- You don't have to do this! - It's okay.

I'm not gonna let him hurt anyone.

I'm not going to hurt them.

Just you.

Ready to die, Savior?

I'm fated to die...

and I will die...

but not today.

I'm still going to kill you.

Please...

he's my son.

I don't need your help.

Mom, you did it!

You're amazing, Emma.

- Thank God you're alive. - You too, dad.

You too, really. Thank you.

Good work, Emma.

What happened here?

Was that really Gold and Belle's baby?

We'll fill you in later. Hopefully, he won't be back for a while.

Captain Hook?

You were certainly a little more spry in your younger days.

- Robin? - Well, not really Robin.

- It's sort of... it's... - It's an alternate reality.

Copies of everyone.

And I brought him back.

Alternate reality? Not... not spry? What happened to you?

What happened to me?

It's okay. It's all gonna be fine. We're just...

- We're gonna switch to water. - What, for drinking?

Yeah.

Whoa!

I could hear you all the way down the street,

I wasn't sure if I should expect a typewriter or a Tommy gun.

Well...

I work out here so Papa can sleep.

Did you know?

When I was a kid and you told me to go to the police station...

did you know it was me?

Of course I knew it was you.

I kept tabs on you for a while.

I knew you didn't belong on the streets. I just...

had to make sure you knew it too.

Thanks.

I, uh... kept them. I kept the pages.

Hmm.

You know, when you picked "Swan"...

it made me happy.

I figured it meant that you got it.

That you were on your way to becoming the person that you wanted to be.

I don't know if I totally got it.

I don't know if I...

still do.

But...

I think I'm on my way to believing I can make my own destiny.

Well...

belief is...

the first step.

Making a wish?

Better not.

My hopes and plans

don't turn out like I want them to.

No matter what I do, who I trust.

I understand the feeling.

Do you?

'Cause, I mean, clearly you wanted to keep him tied

to this horrible fate, and you succeeded.

I wanted his life to take its natural course.

He still has the power to change his choices...

like the Savior is doing.

But using the shears would have robbed him of that.

And yes, I was gonna use them on him before...

but I was wrong.

And, what, you think he'll make the right choices now?

No.

But I hope he still may.

I know you don't believe that's what I want, Belle,

but it's true.

When Baelfire rejected my magic, I respected it.

I just wasn't brave enough to follow him.

My whole dark life...

I've sought out those who are light.

Like you.

So, what, you don't want him to kill Emma?

No, I don't.

That would be an irrational act of someone so blind with pain

they think they're reaching for the cure...

when the fight is just more poison.

I know...

I've done it myself.

Frankly, I suppose I'm addicted to it,

but I don't want it for my son.

I protected him.

And even knowing what he wanted to do...

Yeah...

it can be easy to rationalize doing the wrong thing, can't it?

Indeed it can.

Is it too late for us to help him?

You must have some plan, some trick, some...

I'm sorry.

But if there is...

anything we can do to help him...

perhaps that's something we should do together.

Not just for us, but for everyone.

Well, you heard our son.

I fear if we fail...

war is coming to Storybrooke.