All language subtitles for The Librarians S01E05 And the Apple of Discord-eng

This... yes, we get it.
Stop panicking. It is unseemly.

Oh, alright
Yellowstone, Mongolia, Taiwan, China.

And two in Japan.
Who knew earthquakes were magic?

No. Earthquakes are not magic.
They're the result of magic.

My old Slavic’s a little bit rusty,
but I found two other incidents of massive

geothermal phenomena
dating as far back as 1643.
Colonel Baird, did you find the...

Hold on, my desk reset
itself to Flynn's whatever.

Here! Here, here. Okay.
According to the scroll of Yosemite Sam's.
The folio of Ahwahneechee Yosemite.

Okay. According to it, "water
spirits have been responsible

for these similar weather anomalies

dating back more than five
score and nine years." Score?

- It's 20 years.
- Twenty years.

I know what a score is.
I was commenting on the use of it.
You are an absolute legend, mate!

That is exactly what we need.
Yes? Good. What?

Some information on the eruptions.
What? No, that was the pizza guy.

All right. I figured if
we're gonna be working all day
and researching, we could use some...

It's the dragons.

Hey, you got the door working.

- One, two, three. Didn't lose anybody.
- Hell of a time since you've been gone.

I'm finally starting to
get control of my visions.
They are not letting me have any fun.

Jones. Guardian.

- Librarian.
- Jenkins.

Sir, did you come to take them
away? I keep their bags packed.

So these earthquakes and geysers
are being caused by dragons?

Not caused by, they are dragons.

All dragons live beneath the earth.

They sleep 90% of their lives away.
But when angered, they awake.

Jenkins will tell you they can wreak havoc.

Wait, how much havoc?

If it is dragons, until there
is no more havoc to be wreaked.

Just exactly as I left it.
Yeah, about that...

Eastern dragons, oh, you never know which side
of the subterranean bed they're gonna wake up on.

But, Western dragons,
albeit a bit more hot-headed,

see what I did there, hot-headed,

are a bit more consistent.

Sir, if I may respectfully disagree,
Western dragons are thugs, hoarders.

The eastern dragons being elemental
spirits, one can reason with them.

- If you take the time...
- Jenkins!
And Flynn, what are you talking about?

Eastern and Western dragons have
been in a blood feud for 3,000 years.

That's... not dissimilar to the east coast,
west coast hip hop rivalry
of the late 20th century.

Hmm, Jenkins, you know about hip hop?

Ah, well, as Eric B. and
Rakim so aptly flowed,
"I'm paid in full."

Uh, both types are extremely possessive,
and if something of theirs is
taken, they can react very harshly.

The havoc.
Magic coming back into
the world hasn't helped.

No. The dragons waking
up is apocalyptic enough

that thus it requires some
of the more diplomatic aspects

of librarianism, and
thus my premature return.

Did I just use "thus" twice?
And "librarianism."

Do you have any idea what they've taken?
No, not yet.

Stone, you and Ezekiel, you got to
get on dragon history and lore.

Cassandra, I want you to focus on
heat signals of the Western dragon.

Jenkins, I'm going to need
my... thank you very much.

And Eve, you have to...

- Stop.
- Not stop, go.

You, stop.
We have to talk.

We really don't have time for this.
I'm not even remotely prepared.

Prepared for what?
Not for what, for whom? Mr. Drake.

The eastern dragons' representative
is gonna be here any minute.

A giant, winged, fire-breathing
dragon is coming here?

Well, in the supernatural world,
the library and thus the librarian...

- Three thuses.
- I know. What is up with that?

Judson used to take care
of all this sort of thing,,
but obviously, he's not here.

Flynn, first, how about,
"hello, nice to see you."
- Hello, Eve. It's nice to see you.

Nice to see you, too.
Second, Jenkins, myself, and the others,

we're a solid machine here now.
You left the annex in good hands, remember?

My hands.

Of course, I remember you and
your hands, they're lovely.

Thank you.

My point is, it's not right for
you to just show up from wherever...

Seven seconds in the future actually.

Was that a doorbell?
- And just start giving orders.

It undermines my authority.
- You want me to start
taking my cues off of you.

Got it.
- No, not take cues.

Let's just start at the beginning.
Where have you been?

When did the annex get a doorbell?

Oh, dear.

Where's Ezekiel?

Who here speaks for the library?

I do, mate. You got my double
cheese and extra pepperoni?

Me! I do! He doesn't speak for the library!
I speak for the library.

Who speaks first, speaks for the library.

Technically, that is true.
That is true technically.
- Is there not to be an intercession?

No, I don't believe there should be.
- You do not speak for the library.

Is there not to be an intercession?

Intercess all you want, mate,
as long as I'm intercessing
with my double cheese, extra pep.

I'm assuming he doesn't
have my pizza on him.
- No. No, he does not.

So he's not the pizza guy?
- No. No, he is not.

Let the intercession of dragons commence.

This isn't good, is it?
- No. No, it is not.

This is weird.
I mean even for this job, this is weird.

Okay. So, he's a dragon in a man costume?
- He is a lawyer.

I represent the Fei Lung.

Western pigs have stolen the
mystic pearl of the Fei Lung.

So there's pigs and dragons now? Great.

The arbiter of the
library is now on record.

He is not actually the...
- You do not speak for the library!

Seriously? Are any of us...
- You do not speak for the library.

Only the arbiter can speak.

If the pearl is not returned
by tomorrow's sunset,

I cannot withhold the fury of Fei Lung.

That's why we're gonna get that
pearl back into your hands asap.

- Right, Col. Baird?
- Right, Mr. Carsen.

Psst. Psst.

Yes. Arbiter, have you selected your
counsel yet for the intercession?

My what?

You mean Jenkins?
- Oh, yes. Thank... what...
Thank you

I gladly accept the honor
of intercession consigliore
for the arbiter of the library.

Arbiter, we will begin the list
of grievances in eight minutes.

Ah, well, what say the
arbiter and the consigliore
stay here with Mr. Drake,
while the rest of us...

May I get you anything to drink?

The tears of our enemies
wrenched from their bodies
as their bones are crushed.

I have Jasmine tea.
- Ooh, Jasmine. Yes, please. Good.

Mr. Drake said mystical pearl.
He represents the eastern dragons,

so I'm guessing the Pearl of Zhou.

If the Western dragons stole it,
their last known stronghold was
in the caverns underneath Rome.

So we are going to Rome to fight
dragons who stole the mystic pearl?

I love this job.
- Hopefully not fight, more extraction.

We're talking a heist here.
We're getting it back. It's a repo job.

The one time we absolutely need Jones,
there's no way to pull him free?

No. He is stuck for as long as it takes
to review the dragon's grievances.

What do you mean grievances?

He's written up a short
list of issues the dragons
have since the last intercession,

which is... when was that?
Oh, San Francisco, 1906.

The earthquake that
destroyed San Francisco?

Was that before or after?
Because of.

Grievances were not reconciled
and havoc was wreaked.

Mr. Jones, it'd really be
best if I take the lead.

You don't think I can handle this.

Oh, please. I... well, let's see.
Is there a polite way of
saying, "absolutely not?"

You know what, actually, who cares?
Absolutely not.
- I'm a librarian.

- Jones.
- I can handle this.

Fire up the short list of grievances, mate.

Rome.
Damn. See, this was on my bucket list.

The entrance to the dragons' lair is
in a little courtyard off the Vatican.

Last time we're together we
broke into Buckingham Palace

and now we're breaking into the Vatican?
Not into, not into.
We're not breaking into.

Where is the Vatican
I don't know.

You'd think being up this
high, we could see it from here.

Is that because we're on the Vatican?

Scusi.

We might be on the Vatican.

Oh, my God. Was that the Pope?
Was that the Pope?
- Possibly.

This. This is it. This is the entrance.
- Wait, wait, wait. What are we looking for?

Scusi, scusi.
We're looking for riddles.

Three things that dragons love.
Sleeping, Russ Meyer movies, and riddles.

Those cops don't sound too happy.
Yeah, I'm thinking it's
definitely the Pope.

Well, I'm not processing papal possibilities
while we peruse the perimeter looking for puzzles.

What am I saying?
Six P's? Three thuses?

Wait, p... puzzles.

Puzzles like a series
of stones, some raised
slightly higher than the others?

Like, raised, rising...
- Fibonacci.

- Gesundheit.
- God bless you.

Fibonacci sequence, golden ratios,
golden like honey, honey and bees.

- Honey and oatmeal.
- Cassandra, listen to me.
Cassandra, listen to me.

Hey, the other memory.
- Right.
- The other memory.

Right. Honey, it's bees
again but I'm nine years old.
Ouch. I'm stung. It hurts.

It's dying, but I feel its pain.
The pain. The... I got it.

She didn't lose control?
We've been working on it together.

Oh, I lost it.

I don't know where it is, it's either
the left or the center, or the right.

I'm not sure which one.
These are not all the same stone.

This is early Roman concrete,
right after they switched from marble.

The ones she pushed
were concrete, not rock.

Like that one. I got it.

Do you have any idea what's down there?
- Nope. That's the best part.

Okay. I think...
- That I should go first as guardian.

We didn't hear from you.

Last few weeks you said you were going
to find a way to bring the library back.

Yeah? Well, I'm still working on it.

It's not exactly like finding a guy
in a red and white sweater.

I'm close. I mean, I'm almost close.
Wait, you could...

I've been getting a lot closer
if I could just get closer.

You could have called for help.
- Well, I'm still used to working alone.

All the running around, weird cryptic quotes,
wouldn't have guessed that.

I thought you found that attractive.
- On you it works. But it's no excuse.

Wehn was the last time you had
an actual partner, guardian, anything?

Seven years ago.
She was a vampire.

Ok, one needy relationship does not...
- No, an actual vampire.

Does she bite you?

Hello.

Three. Riddle or trap?
- Probably both.

I will check. Right, Flynn?
- Yeah, right.

That's never a good sound.

That was close.

This is very familiar.

Okay, well, what did you do last time?
- Well, before, what happened

was it was all sort of
based on a kind of a rhythm thing.

This is very...
so wh...

Is it over?

Sound!
Ha ha! It's sound. Sound's
what's making it go.

- Huh? I don't understand.
- We just have to keep making lots of noise!

- I'm gonna draw the fire!
- What are you doing besides making me yell?

- Aaaah!

Stone, grab the pearl!

They're identical!
- That's impossible.

Dragons always play by the
rules. There's got to be a clue.

I'm telling you, they look the same.

The boxes are different!

That's... That's African wood carving.

That's 19th-century Russian.
And that's Asian.

That's Asian.
It's Ichiboku style.

Is it over?
Someone please tell me it's over.

Stone, you all right?
Yep. I'm real good.

Stone, what are you doing?
We're not done.

The Lorenzo Museum is here.

They have the biggest collection
of original Divittanis in the world.

Not that you'd appreciate that.

Is he trying to be like me, doing
the whole kind of cryptic banter...

- No.
- ...'Cause he's not doing it right.

Please stop talking.

We stuck?

Two hundred and three.

Over-flight privileges for
the North American territories.

Arbiter, what is your response to 203?

- Arbiter!
- Ah! What?

Finally! Pizza!

He's a terrible arbiter.
- Preaching to the choir, bub.

It's not the pizza.

I am Dabra of the City of Bronze,
representative of the Jinn.

- I am here for the conclave.
- Conclave?

Someone called a conclave?
- Was I deceived?

If so, I will drown the world in blood!

No blood drowning. Come

Welcome to the conclave.
- No... no. Don't.

This is, uh, Lady Syla...
Sylalandria. Of the Fae Legions.

This is, uh...
Cuchlann of the Iron Kingdom.

And...

Oh, now, c-come on. This is just
a bunch of consonants in a row.

That's not... what?
- Wait.

Someone must have called a quorum.

Then what's a conclave?

It is a U.N. For all of
the supernatural factions

where they can peaceably
resolve their differences

and over which the arbiter
of the library presides.

Right.
And we're negotiating
with Mr. Drake. Got it.

Hey.

You so don't got it.

You know, I warned you. And
per usual, I was ignored.

You know something?
It's fitting that Flynn should show up now
when you people are proving
that you shouldn't even be here.

Be here in your annex. Yeah.
Heard that one before.

Not your annex.
Our library.

I'm tired of you making that mistake.
- You're not a librarian!

You're a thief!

And a thief who does
not know what he's doing.
- I never know what I'm doing.

That's my superpower, mate.

Smarter to be lucky than lucky to be smart.

What did that pearl do to Stone?
- I wish I knew.

The pearls aren't supposed
to have any magical powers.

- Dead end.
- Huh.

Jenkins' door must have
scrambled my senses.

Okay, that is something I
would have liked to have known

before we broke into...
- Onto.

- ...The Vatican to fight...
- Rob.

- Dragons
Guys?
That wall just moved by itself.

Also, I don't think it's actually a wall.

Hic debetis non esse, parva.

Uh... Hi. Sorry to... to wake you.

We, uh... and that part
about coming in to rob you,

that was actually a funny story.

Not that funny.
- We came to retrieve the pearl.

Margaritam non clepsimus, Bibiolthecari.

He says they didn't take it.
- But the pearl was here.

Dragons can't lie.
It's part of their being magic.

- So, if he's not lying, then someone
is framing the Western dragons.

See, the things that come out of my mouth
don't even bother me anymore.

Uh, Mr. dragon, quick question.
Can you at least get us out of here

so we can get the pearl
back to the other dragons

and, you know, stop the apocalypse?

The definitive collection
of Divittani landscapes

and you've hung "Rain"
next to "Thorn Field."

Are you insane?

Hey.

Stop.

Does this look like "Thorn field" to you?

Huh? It's a metaphor.

You people don't appreciate art.

No. Come... come on!

Stone!
Stone, what's wrong with you?!

Sorry for the disturbance.

This is a NATO exercise
testing museum security.

We now need to debrief,
make sure we passed. Grazie.

We now need to debrief,
make sure we passed. Grazie.

All right. Come on, Cassandra.

Cassandra, what is that you have there?

Careful. Whatever was in
that pearl is dangerous.

Oh, no. It's not dangerous.
But I think I am.

A little criticism.
Since I've been back,

the librarians seem kind of evil.

It's not them.
It's whatever's inside that pearl.

And so seconded.
Bam.

Next order of business...

motion to allow lupin membership
for both the Guild of Fictional Entities

and the World Crime League

on a provisional basis.

- Do I hear a second?
- Second.

The motion is seconded.

All those in favor?
- Aye.

Motion passes.

Pleasure to be your arbiter.

A request to be recognized.

Ew. Flowers?

Hello, love.

That's the Dulaque bloke.

Is he eating my extra
cheese and double pepperoni?

He is evil.

Jenkins, you gonna help
me out here or what?

Tick, tick...

Tick.

Ezekiel Jones.

Does the arbiter recognize me?

Nope. Never seen you before.

The Fae Legions vouchsafe the son of Ban
and accept his bona fides.

My esteemed colleagues,

entities, extra-planar beings.

These have been trying times,

and yet, how long has it
been since we met in conclave?

Long enough for once
small problems to fester.

And why?

Because the librarian
refused to deal with it.

I submit that the library

has outlived its usefulness.

In fact, if rumor is to be believed,

the current librarian has
lost the library itself.

Only because you attacked it!

An unfounded accusation.
Hardly proper from the arbiter.

Are these the hands we should
be putting our trust in?

What other hands did you have in mind?

I mean, she's right, you know.
I felt like I had all the answers,

nobody else mattered.
- Hubris.

It's almost as if...

The apple of discord.

The apple of discord.
created by the goddess Erys

to wreak havoc.
Although she was afraid of blowback,
so it doesn't really change you,

but it does turn you into
the worst version of yourself.

So you're saying I'm gonna
break somebody's skull
over misinterpreted landscape?

Hate the apple, not the librarian.

Okay. Two things.

One... we're never allowed in this museum again.

- Well, that makes sense.
- And secondly... Ezekiel Jones

can never touch whatever that thing was.
- The apple of discord.

We have to get to Cassandra.
- Right.

Only the good news is, how bad
could evil Cassandra really be?

You look different.
- Oh, you have no idea.

Radii, ratio, power,

force, four, four square,

Molly Ronder took my ball and
forced me to cry at school,

school, numbers, input, effort, load.

What are you doing?

Do you know what force ratios are?

Mass, inertia, velocity?
You should really look it up.

In this case, I'm thinking,
oh, eight pounds per.

You brought this on yourself.

Dislocated wrist.
Eight pounds of pressure per square inch.

Saphenous nerve cluster.
Three pounds of pressure per inch.

And six pounds of pressure
to the carotid artery

stops blood flow to the brain.

This is unsatisfying.

I do like this force-ratio thing.

What to do?

A power plant.
It's perfect.

You know something?
Every lecture, you make

everyone feel like idiots,
but you slide just enough hints in there

to point us in the right direction.

You want to help us.

Good luck in prison.

But at the same time,
you act like you're
better than everyone else.

Complain about how we're in
your way, invading your annex.

You know, I could never figure
out the real you until now.

The real you is a coward.

I am not a coward, not
for leaving this situation.

- You do not know...
- Not a coward for leaving

but for not choosing between the two.

Interesting lecture for
a man who can't decide

whether he's going to be
a thief or a librarian.

Yeah?

Well, this librarian
is going back in there to save this place,

and this thief is going back in there
to take Dulaque down a peg.

Neither one's running away.

I did choose.

Once.

I chose a side in a very complicated...

I chose.

No good came of it.

And over the years,

I chose again and again.

Each time, a little hope,

lots of blood.

But nothing really changed.

I finally learned my lesson.

And I came here...

...just to do my work alone...

Because why choose?

Nothing... oh, God.

Nothing... ever changes.

You did.

Lamia?

What did you do to Cassandra?

The question is,

what can your girl do with a power plant?

Seriously?
You know she tried to kill me, right?

She tried to kill me, too.

Population... 2.8 million.

But if we take a concentric step down...

...gives us a wider dispersal
progression past Rome.

You stole my pizza!

I motion to close the floor.

Thank you, librarian.
I second the motion.

Which means it's time to call for a vote

to remove the librarians
as arbiters of the conclave.

Wait, no. I move to reopen the floor.

Objection.
I mean, we...

Point of order.

The Yalta Resolution of 1123 states that
no conclave can begin

without first reading
the minutes of the previous conclave.

That should happen at the
beginning of the meeting.

As noted in the second amendment
of the Wold Newton bylaws

section "C," paragraph nine,
in case of a transition
between negotiations...

you declared a conclave.
Mr. Drake properly
declared an intercession.

However, Mr. Jones did not
properly announce the conclave,

so we have skipped the minutes.

After all, he is a terrible arbiter.

Wouldn't do to muck about with protocol.

You'll find the minutes in section "F,"
shelf 23, if you please.

Well, this could take awhile.

Silly.

You have to dump the trains
and the municipal grids first.

Cassandra?

Hey, guys.
Guess you found me, huh?

What you doing?

Oh, I was just gonna use
this one little power station

to set up a cascade failure
of Europe's power grid.

Cool, huh?

Bonus points if I can jump the channel
and shut down London.

If this is what the
apple does to Cassandra,

we are definitely not letting Ezekiel
get his hands on it.
- No.

Well, that's gonna hurt a lot of folks.

Uh-huh. Death-toll estimates
are between 680,000 and 845,000,

give or take, depending on
the number of electrocutions.

But, oh, the total and complete
infrastructure collapse...

mm... that's gonna be the yummiest.
- Why, Cassandra?
- Duh.

Because practical applications
are more fun than theories.

See, I have this gift,
and it lets me calculate everything,

see everything.
And yet I never take it all the way down.

Now zip it, Blondie. I'm thinking.

In rings of rocks and quarks.

Cassandra, what's the last digit in PI?
- There isn't one. Pi is irrational.

No, I'm... I'm pretty sure that there is.
What's the... the other one?

Euler's number, it ends with a 6?
- I just said Pi is irrational.

If you really think about it...
- if I think about it? If?

See, I am always thinking about
everything all of the time!

I have all of the
numbers inside of my head!

So I am not some stupid Sci-Fi robot

that you can put into a recursive loop
with some dumb trick like...

Did you say 6?

Euler was the off switch, not Pi.

Well, she writes a lot
in this little notebook,
and I pay attention.

Apple. Apple!
All right. I'll sat here and, uh...

I got the power grid.
- What happened to my clothes?

Oh. Here.

All right, come on.

- Whoa.
- Hello.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah. Ditch the snot-nosed sidekicks,
get ourselves a penthouse
with room service and a view?

But first we take over the world?
I like this plan.

Oh, your world or mine?
- Well, mine's bigger.

- Ooh!
- Bigger isn't always better.

Well, both then. After
all, we need the power.

You don't get to just
walk in and take charge.

I am in charge. I do the job every day!

I'm in charge because I wield
the power of the library,
and you can't even imagine the burden...

You run around like a half-wit clown...
- Half-wit clown?!

you'd die without me, literally dead!
-If it wasn't for me, you would still

be a civilian with no sense of magic!

Eve, wait! Wait!

If I have the responsibility,
I get the command,

and you all need to shut
up and follow orders!

I could cut you to ribbons.
- What is going on with this day?

Flynn, please don't kill Lamia.

Yes. Listen to your guardian.

"Listen to your guardian."
"Don't kill the Lamia."

You're not worth my time!
None of you are worth my time.

When I think of all the sacrifice,

all the years, the magic
I know, I could be a God!

Motion to accept cellular-phone technology

as a formal branch of
wizardry was accepted by...

Enough! I move to accept the minutes and
return to the business at hand.

I'd rather hear the rest of the minutes.
- You refuse to call for a vote?

- Yes.
- No.

A motion has been made and seconded
but refuses to call for a vote.

The arbiter is out of order.

I call for an immediate vote
of no confidence in the arbiter
and, by extension, the librarians.

I call for a vote to end the library!

Flynn, you're not thinking straight.

Thinking straight? I've never
thought straighter in my life.
Last chance, Eve.

You and me and all the magic in the world.

But bring something that
shows a little skin for once.

No? Ciao.

You know, between us girls,
evil Flynn's a little... You know.

Do I have a second?
Aye.

You don't even know what you're voting for.
- Oh, no, Mr. Drake?

Nice pair of clichés
on your feet, by the way.

This is a conclave, and
Dulaque has called for a vote

which could only be a vote of
no confidence, which means...

You three again?

Out! Out, I say!
Out, minions! Out, imposters!

Daddy's home!

Where was I?
Ah, yes.

I'm the librarian.
Not that broken-down chicken little

and not his highly
overrated criminal companion.

Me, I'm the one you came to see, after all.

The librarian, the big no-o-o-o-o-ise!

How are you, Dabra?
Still cheating on those
seven wives of yours?

Doing that whole "drowning the world in blood"
thing every time you're feeling a little insecure?

Why, Lady Syl.
Still working on those self-esteem issues
by throwing yourself at...

Enough!

Is that word even in your vocabulary?

Never mind.

You know what,
If you want it...

I mean, if you really
want it, you can have it.

Take it. Take the library, take the books,

take the artifacts, take the responsibility!
I don't want it!

I have seen things...

magic and power.

Do you honestly think that any
single one of you could take me?

- Are you ill?
- Ha!

I've never felt better in my life.
How clear is my thinking?

How good do I feel?
How good do I look?

We need to get that apple away from him.
It makes people evil.

- I can get it.
- I don't think so.

Last thing we need
right now is an evil you.
- Well, someone has to get
that apple away from him.

As I said to Jane Addams once
during a very aggressive game of croquet,

the best offense is really
just a good... offense.

The presidency would be easy,
but that's not real power.

Presidency of the world, all
the nations answering to me,

Yes, And think of the wardrobe.

You're a disgrace to this
library and to Judson.
Now release that apple.

Oh, you don't say that name.

In fact, I don't even really know
why I let you stay here,
you miserable charity case!

Now, I call for a vote of no confidence,
and I expect each and every
one of you pathetic excuses...

Yes, Flynn?

- Uh...
- Let me finish.
Pathetic excuses for bad,
because you're all wonderful.

And we need to put all
this foolishness behind us
before things get out of hand.

Um, unrestrained magic can be dangerous.

I mean, all it really takes is one lunatic,
one Pol Pot, one Nero,

one apple-wielding,
overworked, unappreciative,
but genuinely kind of a nice guy

who has access to that kind of
power to make it all go away.

And it can all go away, unless...
and this is really the takeaway
here... we have a library.

And that is why we need a librarian, right?

To protect us.
To protect us all.

You pick-pocketed the apple?

Yeah.
Jenkins distracted him.
Pretty neat.

- Are you evil?
- No.

Don't feel any different.
Are you immune?

No, he's already...
the worst version of himself.

You say that like it's a bad thing.
What were you thinking?

I was actually just thinking that I now appreciate
the advantage of having both a librarian and a thief.

Librarians aren't perfect. None of us are.

Somebody needs to hold the line.
Somebody needs to keep it on an even keel.

And that being said, Mr. arbiter,
I believe we have a motion on the floor.

All in favor of replacing
the librarians or whatever?

All opposed?
- Nay.

Sounds pretty unanimous to me.
- No!

We don't agree.
Our business is not done.

You have not returned the
stolen pearl of the Fei Lung.

You have not fulfilled your duties as arbiter.
And for that, the Fei Lung will wreak horrible vengeance.

They will...
- shouldn't you have bolted the
minute this turned up, mate?

You see, ladies, gents,
the minute I heard the
story of the stolen pearl,

my very good thief brain began thinking,
who had access?

Who do the eastern dragons trust?
Any idea who that could be, Mr. Drake?

And that, my dear
friends, is how you arbit.

Arbit? Arbitrize.

Right! Conclave over!
Everybody out!

I know this was you.

All of it.

Mr. Drake stealing the pearl, the conclave,

trying to take the library.
- Was I that transparent?

You woke the dragons.

Are you insane?
They would have destroyed the world.

60%. 65% at most.

It's not too late, you
know. You can still join me.

The conclave is over, Mr. Dulaque.

Of course,

our sides have always
been chosen for us, haven't they?

No. We choose.

1,000 years ago.

You know that very moment
when you and I

stopped being... Whatever we were.

If I hadn't tried,

I'd actually be the monster you think I am.

Travel well.

Half-wit clown here.
- Hey, people like clowns.

Really? Name one.

Transfer papers?

Well, you're still a member
of the NATO counterterrorism group.

Sign those papers and you're
permanently transferred to the library.

Tear them up and you can leave tomorrow.

What brought this on?
- I'm giving you a choice.

I met you, we recruited
you, I gave you a job,

and then I took off, and that's no way...
that's not how... that's...

that's not... I want
to treat like an equal.

You're out of practice being with people.

Well, I'm out of practice being a person.
But you...
You've really built something here.

I mean, Stone knows Cassandra well
enough to help her with her visions.

Ezekiel Jones and Jenkins working together?

- Are you kidding me?
- Right?

Listen, they listen to you,
and it's because you're here
and you're... Doing the job.

This is your space now, not mine.

Try telling the desk that.
It hasn't quite figured that out.

I guess what I'm trying to say is...
I'll stay if you stay.

How did you know that I had a pen?
'Cause I pay attention.

I'll stay. But you go.

Go back out.

Well, I'm gonna stay if I want to stay
'cause librarian/library...

We had two missions.

Mine was to train them,
and they're doing okay.

Oh, I'd say they're doing
better than okay. In fact, I...

Yours was to find the library.
And I look in your eyes,

and I know you haven't given up.
Not yet.

Go finish your mission.

Are you sure? Are you really sure?

Absolutely. If there's one thing I know,
it's when a mission's not
done, and yours just isn't.

Or maybe I'm wrong. May...

Come back alive, librarian.

Oh, come on!