All language subtitles for The.Magicians.2015.S04E05.1080p.Bluray.x265-HiQVE_Track03

ELIOT: Previously on
The Magicians...

Will you play with me?
No!

You do remember me,
don't you?

I'm Christopher...
Plover.

PLOVER: You were looking
for your book.

Yours and your friends' books
are in the Revision Room.

But I happen to know
where that is.

The end of Quentin's book.
He's going to die.

Isn't that how
all books end?

His ends next week.

Your birthright box, which it
has been my honor to guard,

dictated your absence from
the kingdom and your return.

JULIA: We need
your help, Shoshana.

I have a new deity to follow.

KADY: The Poison Room fountain
has a stack of books for a statue.

PENNY: So, if we find the right
fountain... ALICE: We can walk right in.

QUENTIN: When you get back
what the gods took from you,

could I maybe
have Eliot back?

THE MONSTER: You were friends
with Eliot. Very best friends.

You should know that
your friend Eliot is dead.

I felt the moment
his soul died.

Or he's trapped in there.

Forced to watch everything
The Monster does,

just waiting for us
to find a way to help him.

ELIOT: (YELLING) Hello?

There's one thing

every resident of the Physical
Kids cottage must know.

Where the bathroom is.

How to make...
How to make...

...our signature cocktail. How
to make our signature cocktail.

That's what
I was trying to...

That's what I meant to say.

(ELIOT CLEARS THROAT)

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Now you can make it
on your own.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Should I get that?

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Rather not.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

Ah!

There you are.
Here I am.

Sorry, I had to interrupt
an orgy upstairs.

You broke up the orgy?

(CHUCKLES) No, I told them there
was a bigger room two doors down.

Mmm.
Mmm.

Now,
I don't say this lightly,

but I think this might be
our best party yet.

And I say this with the
weight of my whole heart.

I concur.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

I'll get it.
Don't.

Whoever is that desperate
to come in can't be fun.

Oh.

What do you like most
about summer?

Mmm...

Nothing.

You don't like summer?

(INHALES DEEPLY)

No.

Nothing's what I love
about summer.

No class, no people,

just beautiful nothing.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

No.

Go make me a drink.

Okay.

I'm Eliot, by the way.

Uh-oh. (LAUGHS)

That's...
Eliot's my name, too.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, that can't be.
What's your middle name?

Um...

Todd?

(BANGING AT DOOR)

Should I get that?

Never answer a cop knock.

Beautiful nothing.

Now that's the kind
of man I need.

(BANGING AT DOOR)

Don't answer it. Then
we have to talk to them.

Oh, come on. I just want
to see who it is.

(DOOR OPENS)

No, you can't come in.

Well, I'm sorry, but that
sounds like a you problem.

(SCREAMS)

(EXCLAIMS) Margo!

Margo!

MARGO: (SCREAMS) Eliot!

(CHOKING)

Inside. Inside, we
must go inside... What?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no. Do
we know you? They're coming.

Let me inside, please. I won't harm her.
This is only for your urgent attention.

(GRUNTING)

Yeah, I'm not worried
about you harming her.

(SCREECHING)

(MARGO SCREAMS)

But you make a point.
Uh, let's go.

(SCREECHING CONTINUES)

Are you done being sad now?

I need your help.
No, I'm not.

Is this about your friend?

Because that's not
a problem.

I'm your friend.

He's gone, but I'm here.

Same number of friends.

So...

What is this?

How am I supposed to know?

I would like for you
to be helpful, Quentin.

(SIGHS)

It's...

Really old?

Like
beginning-of-civilization old.

And where was that?

(SIGHS) Mesopotamia
was the first...

That's very helpful, thank you. I
will see you back at the apartment.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

So spacious.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Mine wasn't nearly
half this size.

What's with the...

That out there, is it...

Sorry, I'm at a loss for
words, which is new for me.

I'm sure you're
quite flummoxed.

Sit, sit, sit.

Well, the good news,
a monster possessed you

and is inhabiting your body.

What? He normally
tears people to shreds,

so, believe me,
this is preferable.

And when he possessed
you... (MOUTHING)

He thrust all of you

to this nook of your mind that
holds all your remembrances.

Everything here is
a remembrance.

Even your friend here.

Now, do me a favor.
Imagine she's not here.

(MOUTHS)

What the fuck?
Tell me.

I've been trying
to understand it.

I just can't figure it out.

What is "fuck"?

Well, um, it's sort of, like,
a chameleon of a word.

Wait, um... Who are you?

Oh. Uh...

Well, I'm Charlton.

Now, I have repressed
many memories,

but I would never forget
somebody named Charlton.

Thank you.
Not a compliment.

I'm not a memory. I once was
possessed by The Monster, too.

I was in my memory for...
It's hard to say.

That's it. I'm pretty sure
I shot you.

Or your body, at least.

Sorry.

No bother.

It was The Monster's
longer than it was mine.

And I have quite enjoyed
the change of scenery.

This is what I call
your Happy Place.

All your pleasant
remembrances live here.

It's very easy to get content
and lose track of time. And reality.

So, you're here
to break me out.

My knight in drab armor.

No, that would be ridiculous.
We stay here.

(CHUCKLES) We don't. I'm
taking my body back. No, no, no.

This is the only place
the creatures can't come.

We can't... Oh. Right.

The scary shrieky things
that live outside.

What are they?
The Monster's other hosts.

Inmates from the Castle.

Horrible, wretched mistakes
of the gods, all of them.

Yeah, but if this is
all my memory,

then they
can't really hurt us, right?

Would you care
to ask the Knight Ora?

She was here before you.

I would, actually.
Well, you can't.

Because she's dead.
Dead fuck.

That's not quite right.

And I told her that when you
die here, you're gone forever.

But she just had to try and find her
door, and pray imagine what befell her?

Devoured by creatures.

Flesh rent from her bones,
skin torn from her skull.

She died staring at her
own face held before her.

That is awful.
Yeah.

What's this about a door?

(PLOVER WHISTLING)

Could you not, please?
(STOPS WHISTLING)

What, no time for cheer?

We escaped the Library, safe.

You hid your friends.
They're safe, too.

Yeah, well, not Quentin.

And what exactly are you
gonna do about it, hmm?

Besides scowl?

Save him.

Warn him, I don't know.
I don't owe you an answer.

You wanna know
what I think?

Jesus God, never.

I think we need to cast another
spell on that book for you.

I know exactly where I need to go.
Quentin's book showed me where he is.

And he only has
a couple days left.

Oh. So, you trust one book
and not the other.

That's funny.

There's only one place I can
try to make things right.

Redemption arc.

Word of advice, 'cause
I can see you need it,

apologize for what you've done,
fine, but never for who you are.

'Cause you'll never be able to
change that. So, why pretend?

We're getting closer,
aren't we?

Just a few fountains away.

(SIGHS)

All I need
is one moment

to find my friends and tell
them I'm alive. Help me.

Or I'm kicking you
out of the Happy Place.

I can do that. Right?
Yeah.

There's a door somewhere.

(CLEARS THROAT) Hidden
deep in a forgotten remembrance.

Forgotten remembrance?

For me, it was the door
to my childhood bedroom.

But not part
of the memory.

Just there.
What memory?

How did you get there,
Charlton?

You can get
to any memory.

You just think on it
and walk outside.

The one you seek, though, is
difficult to find. It's hidden well.

Even from you.

It hides in the place you think of
least because you don't wish to.

Why? Because it's so terrible.

Huh. So, just my most
repressed and traumatic memory.

This'll be fun.

Come on, Charlton.

Time to take a walk
down memory lane.

Wait, wait, wait. Why do I
have to come? You're coming.

Are you sure this is
the right one?

What, you don't trust
the book?

Well, no, it's just, I've never
seen one locked before.

Here.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS,
CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I'll throw this down for you
in case you change your mind

and you wanna climb
back up. Very good.

(WHIRRING)

Right.

Well, Alice, I suppose
this is goodbye.

I do hope wherever you go is
where you're supposed to be.

Same to you.

Right. Well, here goes.

(WATER SPLASHES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Hey, 23. Can I get a ride?

I ain't your personal Uber.

I'm back to Earth
after finishing the eggs,

which I'm telling myself
come from a chicken.

It'll be real quick. I just
need to get my birthright box.

And I'd love to do that

before having to break the
Eliot news to the whole castle.

Because that's not
gonna be a short convo.

Yeah, I'm helping Julia
with a god power thing.

You're seriously blowing me off
to score points with your crush?

I'm the only one
that can perform the ritual.

You're the one that brought
your fuck boy with you.

I brought Josh 'cause we needed
a decent cook. And we're cool.

Just like Julia
and me are cool.

Cool?
Cool. So, about that ride.

Thanks for breakfast.

High King Margo, you're back.

Where's Eliot?

Hey, Julia, uh...

Ready to run some diagnostics?

'Sup, Shoshana?
Oh. We already ran them.

Oh, uh...

Okay, what did they say?
Inconclusive.

Uh, we're looking for
the right ritual to try.

But, um, I'm her follower
now, so I can handle it.

Right, so I'll just...
Do you happen to know

any diagnostics to run
on pseudo gods or whatever?

Can't say that I do.

Mmm. Oh.

So, we're good here, then.

Right. I'm gonna bounce.

Text me if you, uh,
need a ride, or...

Something.
Thanks, Penny.

Oh, shit. I totally forgot to ask if you
have any magical wards or cloaks.

They could be interfering.

Uh, yeah, a massive
cloaking spell.

This evil bitch Irene
McAllistair is after me...

Uh, you can't remove it.
I need it.

Oh, crap, I just did.

Uh, just, um, give me
30 seconds. I'll protect you.

IRIS: Julia.

Check out this bitch.

Iris.

What are you doing here?

That Monster you let out of the
castle is after me and my friends.

Gods in hiding.
It's so gauche.

But you're gonna help
us trap him. I'll help you.

If you tell me what I am.

I'm not a human. Not a god.

You're the worst parts
of both.

Helpless as a human,
immortal as a god.

So, everyone you
ever love will die

and you're just stuck here on
this stupid rock, alone, forever.

Because no one can kill you

except for... Oh,
hey, someone exactly like me.

So, listen.
This is a living stone.

Its blood keeps The Monster
from traveling.

Blackspire's made of thousands of
these. That's why it's the perfect prison.

Unless, of course,
someone opens the door.

But the blood can hold him
in place for a few minutes.

So, bleed the stone,
dump the blood on him,

I'll take him
to the castle.

You really need me, or did
you just come here to talk shit?

Gods can't touch the blood.

It fritzes our powers. Not
that that's a problem for you.

I'll be watching. Once you
dump the blood, I'll do the rest.

And please, don't do your
usual thing and screw it up.

(EXHALES) Okay.
Cloak's back on.

What?

Do I have a booger?

(SOBBING)

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

That wasn't as bad
as I expected,

considering it was
my first cry as a widow.

Yeah. Just two short hours.

How long did you cry?

When you found out
that Eliot's... That he...

I've been a little busy.

And it seems like
you're good now.

So, I'm gonna go.
Wait, Margo.

Margo.

Margo.

High King Margo.

You're returned.
And just leaving.

Before you do, could you say
hello to Her Slowness, Abigail?

She's not herself. Seeing
you might lift her spirits.

What's wrong with her?

She's not speaking.

She hasn't said a word
to me all day.

Rafe.

Come here.

So, great, you have each other.
I'm going to find my birthright box.

QUENTIN: Look,
not to be a dick,

but, uh, drawing blood from a
stone is a saying for a reason.

Yeah, I know. She wasn't
in the mood to elaborate.

Yeah, she was
too busy making threats.

Shoshana has her reservations,
but we have no choice, so...

Wait, what reservations?

Well, Shoshana thinks that...
Iris can't be trusted. Okay?

That bitch is all sketch.
Bacchus hated her.

Why, did she give him
an intervention?

No, he wouldn't say,
and he told me everything.

Okay, look, the point is,

Iris talked him into doing
something a long time ago, okay?

And the fact that he
wouldn't say what it was,

that should be enough
to scare us off.

Look, we don't have a choice.
Iris made that damn clear.

So, if you could help us...
I am helping.

No, Shoshana,
you're getting in the way.

No, she's right.
We have to do this.

Q, if this works, Eliot will be
locked in Castle Blackspire forever.

Eliot's dead.

And The Monster's
coming back here,

so let's figure this out
before he does?

Hey.

Hey.

Penny, right?

I know you?

(GRUNTS)

ELIOT: Well, here it is,
Charlton. My greatest trauma.

Someone put a sheet over you and
wheeled around your strange bed.

ELIOT: That's Logan Kinnear.

Very deceased.

That's me.

The first time
I ever used magic was...

To kill Logan
with that school bus.

That is very fuck.

That's still not quite right.

It's more of an adverb.

Anyway, he was a bully.

He was the single
worst person in my life.

I can't tell you how many times he
made me think about killing myself.

But when I did this,

I became the worst person
in my life.

Well, this has been
very therapeutic,

but I'm not seeing
any doors.

Is there something especially
painful that you're avoiding?

Look at me. I would say that I am
suffering some very special pain.

Well, it's not all bad.

You have a friend
to comfort you.

ELIOT: My only
childhood friend.

Taylor.

Everyone else would
taunt and bully me,

but never Taylor. Never.

Oh, shit.

I think I know
where we need to go.

BOY 1 : Bitch.
BOY 2: Yeah!

BOY 3: You can kick him
harder than that.

BOY 4: What,
you wanna kiss boys?

BOY 5: Queer.
BOY 6: Kick him.

BOY 2: Faggot.
BOY 1 : Little bitch.

BOY 2: Let's kick him.
BOY 1 : Come on, kick him.

COACH: (BLOWS WHISTLE)
All right, that's enough.

He gets the point.

Let's go, come on.
Let's go. Out of here.

Let's go. Come on.

Hey! Eliot!

I said, that's enough.

Oh, my...

COACH: Come on, Taylor.
Let's go, buddy.

Hating myself for who I am
is one thing,

but to hurt somebody else?

(INDISTINCT GROWLING
AND SNARLING)

Do you see a door?
None.

Back to the Happy Place?

COACH: Hey!

Hey.

You got to get a visitor's
pass from the front office.

(SCREAMING)

(MONSTER GROWLING)

(CHANTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

Oh, my God, it worked.

Fantastic news.

QUENTIN:
Ow! Oh, God.

(QUENTIN GRUNTS)

What are you doing?

Uh, reading.

Hmm.

Hmm.
BOTH: Hmm.

You are so boring sometimes.

Look what I found.

How did you do that?

I went to Mesopotamia,
like you told me to.

I never said...

It's really quite different
than I remember,

and I couldn't find
anything useful.

I got so frustrated
I almost broke it.

But when I pick it up
and focus my power into it,

this happens.

What does it say?

We could look those up.
The symbols.

Really? How?
JULIA: Books.

Books.

There's a library here.
THE MONSTER: Library.

Or we can take
a field trip.

Field trip.
To...

(MOUTHING)

Brakebills. We could take
a field trip to Brakebills.

They have a huge library.

Field trip to...

Tons of books.
Brakebills.

Holy dick shit!

What are you doing?
The Last Lay.

The widow lays
in her marital bed

buried in the garments
of her deceased love.

I was worried. You weren't
at the bare-breasted laments.

Yeah? My boobs can lament
just fine covered, thanks.

Can we get
the locksmith up here?

Everyone's gone for the day.

The whole staff is gone?

Except for the carpenters
building the Altar of Remembrance.

(QUENTIN CHANTING IN
OTHER LANGUAGE)

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Hi, Quentin.

I need to tell you something.
Can I come in?

Uh, no.
Fine.

I was in the Library...
Of course you were.

Don't be a shit.

They locked me up, okay?

But I escaped,

and I changed our books
so that they can't track us.

And when I was reading
your book, I read the end.

Q, you die in two days.

Why should I believe you?

You're bleeding a living stone,
right? To kill The Monster?

You spend two whole days
bleeding it,

and when you finally douse
him with it, he kills you.

Look, I'm not here
to scare you.

I'm just here to tell you to
forget the plan and run now.

If we don't trap The
Monster, Iris kills Julia.

So, thank you for the information,
but I'm not bailing on her.

It's your life, Q.

What if I beat the book?

It says it takes two days.
What if I bleed it faster than that?

Any changes to the book
can have a ripple effect.

Maybe it would work.

I can't do it any faster,
so if you care to help, um...

I hate books.

Let's go back
to the apartment.

Nope, sorry. If we wanna
find it, it's gonna be here.

This is it.

You found it?
Yes.

No.
No?

Yes?

This game is confusing.

Which is it?
JULIA: Yes.

We found something.
It's just the wrong thing.

It's just totally wrong.

I'm sorry.

I really hate books.

(EXHALES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Okay.

This is the inscription,
but we're trying to stall him.

I thought I was helping.

I know. Look, you should
go help Q at the apartment.

Please let me stay.
I'll stall him, I'll shut up,

I'll do whatever
you want, just...

He already took
Bacchus from me.

I couldn't stand losing
another god to him.

Okay. Just stay out
of the way, got it?

Yes, yes, my goddess.
(CHUCKLES) Yes.

CHARLTON:
This is too many.

ELIOT: If I cut it down
anymore, we're chopping bone.

Any one of these
could have the door.

Or a creature
waiting to kill us.

It's really best
if we stay here.

No, I have to let my friends
know I'm still in here.

We have to go back.

Whatever you say,
Jack Shephard.

Was that a Lost reference?

You watched it all
one week over Christmas.

I stayed in that memory for a while.
What did you think of the finale?

Stay on task, Charlton.

How do we survive visiting
all of these memories?

CHARLTON: The large man in the
short pants was quite awful, wasn't he?

That's what we need.
More large men in short pants?

Even better.

Charlton,
meet my friends.

Quentin, from the time I
convinced him to fight Penny.

Fen, who was ready to fight
pirates at a moment's notice.

And Margo,
the Welters captain.

No force in heaven or
on Earth is more terrifying.

If you pathetic
sons of bitches

aren't crying blood
by the time this is over...

Okay, okay.

Save it for the creatures
that you'll be fighting

while I look for a door back to
my body located in one of these.

Every memory, I've shoved
to a dark corner of my mind.

Because being self-aware
and happy don't always mix.

Let's start with
the Embarrassments Min or a.

(SIGHS) The worst haircut
of my life.

(SCREAMS)

(MAN SIGHS)

I'm sorry.

He's just a little shy.

Are you serious right now?

Well, it's not like this
has ever happened before.

Failing that, we move on
to the darker stuff.

All right, let's do this.

Welcome to the
Physical Kids cottage.

I sleep with people's
boyfriends.

(BOTH MOANING)

I've betrayed my friends
by accident.

Go left, go left.

(CLEARS THROAT)

And on purpose.

Guards.

No, Eliot.

Take her to the dungeon.
No!

Eliot...

(SIGHS) God damn it.

There's still no
fucking doors.

I was feeling really
good about those.

Brace yourselves, everyone.

It's daddy issues and dicks
from here on out.

(SCREECHING)

They're here.

(DISTANT HISSING)

(DISTANT SNARLING)

Run. Run.

You ever tango with
a knife maker's daughter?

Come at me!

(GROWLS)
(SCREAMS)

I got this!

(GRUNTING)

Your face looks
like a scrotum!

(MONSTER SCREECHING)
(GRUNTING)

Go!

You bargain-basement creature!

(MONSTER GROWLING)

Get some towels.

CHARLTON: Is it bad?
ELIOT: Don't look.

(PANTING)

Fuck.
You got it right.

Yeah.

That should do it.

It just needs to drain and...
For a minute or two.

You can, uh, leave now.

Uh, when Julia gets out
of the Brakebills ward,

she'll text me and I'll
meet her in the park.

Then we trap The Monster today,
not in two days. So we're good.

Deathly fate averted.

I should be there with you

just in case what happens
in the book starts happening.

I'm about to kill my friend.
It's a monster, I know,

but it's a monster with his
face and eyes and I'm just...

I don't have space
for us right now.

I'm not asking you to!

(SIGHS)

"A dog approached,
wanting to play.

"The owner followed to talk
to Quentin, distracting him.

"And in that moment,

"The Monster saw the
stone's blood and Quentin,

"and with a mere thought,
sliced him apart,

"so ending the story
of Quentin Cold water."

I didn't come here to make up with
you. I came here to save your life.

I'm just trying to figure out how to fix
this mountain of shit that I've created.

Well, it's gonna take
a lot more than just my life.

(SIGHS)

I sent Christopher Plover
to the Poison World.

I figure that should give me
some points in my favor.

You what?

Well, I was supposed to
send him to a peaceful world,

but I thought that maybe he would
do something to a little kid and...

And you know what,
he doesn't deserve peace.

Oh, my God. (EXCLAIMS)

Sorry, I'm back where you
were confessing to murdering

my favorite
children's book author.

And, yeah, I know, he's evil, but
it's... So, does that make me good?

Does killing him
make me better or worse?

I don't know.

(MOUTHS)

I am trying.

Okay, Quentin?
I am always trying.

So, if you have some recipe for
perfect redemption, just tell me.

Because I can't change the way
that you feel, so just...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

There's a spell...

Okay, there's a spell
in here that...

That will tell me
where I'm supposed to go.

So, just let me come with you
and then do this spell with me.

And then wherever
it says to go, I'll go,

and I will stay there for good,
okay? Just let me help you.

Wherever it says?

Do you promise?

I promise.

Do whatever you gotta do.
Just get it open.

This seems rash,
even for you.

Well, like my ex always said, "I'll
be happy once that box is open."

Margo, have you
cried yet? For Eliot?

Fen, I'm only gonna
say this once.

Me joining your sad-face
therapy party is dumb.

Because I can't cry out
all the sadness, ever.

Because if I start,
I'll never stop, understand?

I'll be useless forever.

And somebody has
to rule this kingdom,

and I will be God damned
if I drop the ball

'cause I was too busy lamenting
with my tits out, all right?

Your Majesty.

With deep regret,
I must inform you,

the royal sheep choir,
they've gone silent, too.

FEN: But we need them
for the memorial.

Who else will sing
the Bleats of Despair?

High King Margo.

A talking lizard
of the Dunes.

I've only ever read
about these.

Well, what's my birthright,
you scaly shit?

It's the talking animals.

They've all been struck dumb.

Well, shit.
All right, Fen.

I think I will do a ritual. Earth
specialty. The sleep of solitude.

I pop an Ambien, everyone
leaves me alone till noon.

That'll be perfect.

ELIOT: Hmm.

I never asked.

When you found
your door, um,

what memory was it?
(GRUNTS)

The day that I left home.

That's it?

That's your most
traumatic memory? Yes.

Because I left... Home.

But it was when you were
confronted with what you fear most.

Great.

So, just figure out what that
is and I'll make a distraction,

and then you can go there.

I know you're just a memory,

but you're a very
generous one.

Well, you sacrifice
for people you love.

(GULPS) Oh, shit.

I get it.

Q, I'm gonna
take you up on that.

Lead the creatures
to my puberty. Go bravely.

Okay.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

I know where I need to go.

Did it happen?

Fifty years.

It happened.

Okay, so, they should be
coming from there.

I'll stand here. He'll come to
me, and then you drench him.

It was sort of beautiful.

It really was. (CHUCKLES)

QUENTIN: I know this
sounds dumb, but us... We...

You know, think about it.
Like, we work.

And we know it 'cause we've lived it.
Who gets that kind of proof of concept?

We were just injected with
a half-century of emotion,

so I get that maybe
you're not thinking clearly.

No, I'm just saying,
what if we gave it a shot?

I mean, would that be
that crazy?

Why the fuck not?

I know you and you aren't...

What's it matter?
Don't be naive. It matters.

Q, come on. I love you,

but you have to know
that that's not me

and that's definitely
not you,

not when we have a choice.

Okay. I...

Okay.

Sorry, I...

What the hell
is wrong with you?

And what the hell
are you doing?

(DOG BARKING)

Q, the dog.

Hi.
Sorry about him.

Train them all you want,
they're still gonna do

what they're gonna do, you
know? QUENTIN: Mmm-hmm.

WOMAN: You have a dog?

Q, she's the distraction.

No. Right, sorry,
I got... Uh...

All right, man.

Okay.

Q, I'm gonna pour the blood on him,
okay? You just run right now, please.

No, look,
stick to the plan. Go.

They're coming.

Someone good
and true loves you.

And he went out
on a limb.

And, yeah, it was
a little crazy, but you knew.

You knew this was a moment
that truly mattered

and you just snuffed it out.

Q, I'm sorry.

I was afraid.

And when I'm afraid,
I run away.

If I ever get out
of here, Q,

know that when I'm braver

it's 'cause I learned it
from you.

Quentin.

(DOOR OPENS)

Q.

Q.

(ELIOT LAUGHING)

It's me. It's Eliot.

Okay, no games, come
on. Let's just go. It's Eliot.

No, bullshit. Come on.

Fifty years.

Who gets proof of
concept like that? What?

Peaches and plums,
motherfucker.

I'm alive in here.

Eliot.

No.

(BOTH GASP)

Did it work?

I hope so.

You fucked it up.
I warned you.

No!
Wait, don't!

(GRUNTS)

Look what you did.

THE MONSTER: Iris.

Fancy seeing you here.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'd like it back now.

(GRUNTING)

I'm sorry.

You tried to trick me.

No. No, it wasn't...

The plan worked,
right, Q?

Who is this now?

Right, the plan...
We...

We got Iris for you.

We couldn't tell you
because she was watching,

but we did it.

(CHUCKLES)

This was all just
a plan for me?

Yeah.

JULIA: Yeah, yeah.

And here's the best part.

We didn't wanna show you
till you had the piece from Iris.

According to this,

uh, all those organs,

they're building blocks

trying to piece together
a body.

Is it yours?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Impressive.

QUENTIN: Eliot's alive.

What?
He's alive.

Any minute now.

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

I was just about
to leave...

Does she know that
I just saved your life?

No. I never thanked you
for that.

He made me hesitate, and if
I hadn't, Eliot would be gone.

If The Monster's building a body,
maybe there's a way that we can save him.

I can help.

Just let me stay.

You saved my life. You
can save my life 50 times.

It's not gonna change
anything between us.

I loved you.

But you couldn't trust that.

It's done.

Goodbye, Alice.

(SIGHS)

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