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��Are�you�still�at�it,�darling?
�I�brought�you�some�tea.
Darling!
���And,�of�course,�the�police ���have�been�hopeless�as�per.
��But�you�say�you�are�some�kind �of�specialist?
��Yes.
And�I�promise�you,�Lady�Chamley,
if�anyone�can�find�your�husband,
�-�it's�me�and�my�team. ��-�Oh.
��Well,�that's�most�reassuring.
Thank�you,�Ms.�Cornwall.
So,�if�I�may�ask,
uh,�where�might�they�be, ���your�team?
�Uh,�I'll�be�back�in�one�second.
�Sorry.
�Vikram,�where�are�you?
��Hmm.
��Charlie,�funny�story.
I�was�looking�for�a�book
on�the�reproductive�cycle of�crabs
��when�I�was�completely ��distracted--
The�door,�get�through�it.
�-�Now. -��Yes,�yes,�yes.
�Coming,�dear.
��No�need�to�get�your, uh,�nunchucks�in�a�twist.
��Do�you�mind�holding�that�one? �Can't�find�one's�hole.
��Where�are�we?
Bloomsbury.�Hmm.
���Yes,�at�the�home�of--wait, ��where�are�the�others?
��Oh,�Connor�and�Lysa.
Um,�they're�on�their�way.
���Ah,�here�they�are.
���Oh.
��That�was�a�close�one. Sorry,�I'm�late.
�I�had�to�find�my�jacket ��with�pockets.
�Couldn't�find�my�other�jacket, but�in�the�field,
��-�pockets�are�what�you�need. -�Uh-hmm.
�And�we're�still�missing�Connor.
���Oh,�he�went �to�go�change�his�shoes.
���And�why�has�he�gone ��to�change�his�shoes?
Because�he�got�new�shoes.
And�he�said,�and�I�quote,
��"These�are�my�cool�new�shoes
���and�London�is�a�cool�city,
���and�I'm�gonna�wear ���my�cool�new�shoes."
���London�town.�Cool!
�Hey,�check�out ���my�cool�new�shoes.
�-�Hmm. �-
��-�No,�no,�no,�no,�no. ���-
��This�is�not�how�this ��is�gonna�go.
��Firstly,�you're�late.
�Secondly,�you�have�taken�three ���magic�doors�instead�of�one.
��-�So? ��-�So?
What?�You�just�think�magic�doors ���just�come�for�free?
���I�have�to�fill�in�paperwork every�single�time�it's�fired�up.
�-�You�just�tripled�my�workload. -�But�my�pockets.
��-�My�shoes.�My�crabs. �-�I�don't�care.
-�Go.�Go. �-�Okay.�Oh.�I'm�sorry.
�Take�your�time. �Tell�me�what�happened.
���Uh,�Chris-- Sir�Christopher�Chamley,
he's�my�husband.
��He�was�working�late.
��He's�been�working�late�a�lot �at�the�moment.
Uh,�it's�an�international ���merger�at�the�bank.
���Uh,�well,�may�I�top�you�up?
��Marvelous.�Thank�you.
�And,�uh,�you,�my�dear?
Uh,�yes,�please.
�Uh,�what�bank�does�he�work�for?
Oh,�he's�the�head�of�Charkham's.
�And,�uh,�he's�been�successful.
��Terribly�successful, �but�at�a�price.
��-�What�sort�of�price? ��-�Chris�used�to�be�such�fun.
�The�sort�of�man�who�never�lost ���touch�with�his�inner�child.
��But�the�work,
the�sheer�volume ��of�never-ending�work.
��And�so,�when�I�saw�him�jump,
��I�assumed�he�had�tried�to...
��And�when�you�looked, ��he�was�gone?
Uh-hmm.�No�body,�no�sign�of�him.
��Hmm.
���Even�after�all�these�years,
and�that�wonky�old�face,
I�still�love�him�so�much.
Please�tell�me�you�can�find�him.
�If�anyone�can�find�him, ���we�can,�I�swear�it.
���Thank�you�so�much.
���Life�without�Chris �would�be�just�so�gray.
��Lady�Chamley, ��um,�did�anything�else
���unusual�happen�last�night?
Yes,�yes, just�before�Chris�jumped,
��I�heard�the�trill�of�a�flute.
��LYSA�PASCAL: �Okay.�Oh,�God.
Huh.�Interesting.
��The�dust�on�the�ledge�doesn't ��match�the�dust�anywhere�else.
- ���-�Okay.�See�these�symbols?
��Uh...
��A�triangle�cut�into�a�circle.
��What�is�that, �like�a�gang�sign?�Cult?
���VIKRAM�CHAMBERLAIN: ��None�that�I'm�familiar�with.
�Ah,�okay.�Pull�me�back.
And�see?
Pockets.
�Useful.
�Yo,�Librarians.
���So,�down�there,�front�door.
-�See�what�I�see? ���-�LYSA:�Uh,�drain.
-�No.�No. -�Trash.
���Ooh,�a�drain�full�of�trash.
A�Smart�doorbell.
��So,�I�pulled�the�audio�off�it �from�midnight,
�listen�to�this.
The�flute�trill, ���just�like�she�said.
��The�flute,�the�dust, ��the�symbols,
what�does�any�of�it�mean?
�Okay.�So�my�app�is�not �registering�the�dust�as�magic,
but�it�definitely �does�not�belong�in�Bloomsbury.
���12%�is�ground�grape�seeds,
��so�that's�not your�average�London�dust.
�According�to�the�London ���newspaper�columns,
�Sir�Christopher�Chamley ���is�the�fifth�banker
��to�have�gone�missing over�the�past�two�weeks.
���Oh,�and�get�this,�Charlie.
��Although�the�bankers �did�not�work�in�the�same�bank,
�they�all�lived ��within�a�mile�radius
�of�Christopher�Chamley's�home.
I�know�that,�sir.
And�so�would�you, �if�you�read�my�briefing�notes.
���-�Briefing�notes,�Charlie? ���-�Yes,�sir.
��Before�each�mission, I�produce�briefing�notes
�on�everything�we�need�to�know.
��Please�tell�me�someone�reads ���my�briefing�notes.
Do�you�know�how�much�time �I�spend�on�the�briefing�notes?
��No,�but�if�you�wrote �that�time�down,
��then�I�would�promise ��to�read�it--
��Sorry,�Charlie.�Um,�if�I�knew �you�did�briefing�notes,
�I�swear�I�would�have�read�them.
In�fact, I'll�read�them�right�now.
��-�Thank�you,�Connor. -�Where�are�they?
�-�In�your�pigeon�holes. �-�I�have�a�pigeon�hole?
�-�There's�pigeon�holes? ���-�There's�pigeons?
��Do�you�have�any�idea �how�much�time�and�effort�I�put
���into�being�a�good�guardian?
�How�exhausting�it�is�to�always ��be�the�one�who�holds�every--
you�have�no�idea �what�I'm�talking�about,�do�you?
���The�impulsive�ones.
�You�know�what?�Sometimes�I�wish
��I�didn't�have ���to�be�the�responsible�one.
���- ��-�Oh!
�What�the�hell�is�that?
The�Trill�Tip-Off Time-To-Go�Alarm.
��London�is�the�most�surveilled ���city�in�the�world,
���so�I�fed�the�sound ���of�the�flute�trill
�into�all�the�monitoring�systems within�a�one-mile�radius
���of�Sir�Christopher's�house, ���and�bingo.
-�It's�detected�a�trill? ��-�Live!�Happening�right�now!
Come�on.
�No,�don't�jump!
��Guys.
�LYSA:�Charlie!
��Hey!
��Step�forward�into�the�light.
�Slowly.
You're�that�guy�I�tried�to�save.
Hey!�Hey!
Hey!�Hey!
Sir�Christopher, ��Lady�Chamley�sent�me.
�We�have�to�get�you�out�of�here.
No!�No�grown-ups�allowed!
��No�grown-ups�allowed!
���What�are�you�talking�about?
���- -�No.�No,�don't.
���What�is�this�place?
���Can�you�please�stop�crying?
�Oh,�oh,�I'm�it.�I'm�it.
Ready�or�not,�I'm�coming!
��- �-�Okay.
�So�I�guess�he�did�get�in�touch ���with�his�inner�child�again.
�Great.�Perfect.
�Now�I�just�need�to�find ���a�way�out.
���- ���-�Come�on,�come�on.
�Come�on.�Stupid�thing.
���Okay.�I�have�been�scanning ���for�teleportations,
�portal�manifestations, and�multiversal�fissures.
Okay,�okay.�I've�widened �the�search�for�the�flute�trill
-�across�all�of�London... �-�But�nothing.
�But�nothing.�Dead�end.
�Okay.�Have�we�ruled�out �supernatural�abductions
��or,�uh,�poltergeist,�sprites?
�If�the�house�was�built ���on�sacred�grounds,
���uh,�druids,�pagans,�Romans?
���Okay.�Think.�Connor,�think.
She�can't�have�just�disappeared.
���I�won't�let�her�disappear.
�-�Vik. �-�Where�have�you�been?
��Any�sign�of�Charlie?
�No,�not�yet,�but�I�bring�hope.
This�is�Charlie's�candle,
���taken�from�the�Candle�Room ���inside�The�Library.
���Every�Custodian,�Librarian,
��and�Guardian �has�one�burning�within,
��representing ��their�force�of�life.
���And�as�long as�their�candle�burns...
���-�Charlie's�alive. -�Oh,�thank�God.
���-�But�where�is�she? ���-�Observe.
���A�reference�volume ��of�animal�footprints,
�wild�and�domesticated.
��Now,�does�this�look�familiar?
Triangle�inside�a�circle,
���just�like�the�prints�we�saw ���on�the�windowsill.
Goat�hoof-prints? �Is�that�what�they�are?
Wait,�how�did�a�goat�get onto�a�windowsill�in�Bloomsbury?
And�why�only�two�prints?
Is�it�a�two-legged�goat?
- �-�Okay,�results�are�coming�in.
�on�the�dust�from�the�windowsill 'cause�I�just�could�not�decipher
���some�of�this�plant�matter.
Okay.�Here�we�go.
��Dried�ground�leaves.
And�what�kind�of�leaves?
��Uh,�leaves�from�olive�trees.
Ah,�olive�trees.
���And�the�other�plant�matter
from�the�dust�composition was�grape�seeds.
Huh.�Olive�trees and�grape�seeds.
So�what?�The�dust�is�from�Italy?
-�Greece? -�Greece.
And�very�specifically,�the�trees
�are�from�the�south�side of�Mount�Olympus.
�Mount�Olympus?
�Could�that�suggest�a�Greek�god?
��But�which�one?
�Oh,�of�course!
How�could�I�have�been�so�stupid?
It�is�so�painfully�obvious.�Hmm?
The�hoof�prints, ��the�trill,�the�flute.
���Oh,�rather,�the�pan�pipes.
It's�Pan.
���It�is�the�god,�Pan.
���That�is�a�terrible�drawing.
���- ���-
���I�mean,�talk�about ��too�good�to�be�true.
���All�right,�I'll�bite.
��Okay.
���What�the...
�Magic.
��Yay.
SIR�CHRISTOPHER�CHAMLEY: I�will�get�it�this�time.
�Sir�Christopher,�stop.
Sir�Christopher, ��you�have�to�snap�out�of�this!
��You�can't�play�with�us!
���-�Why�not? -�'Cause�you're�too�old.
��And�you're�too�ugly!
��Ugly,�ugly,�you're�too�ugly!
��-�Ugly!�Ugly! ���-�ALL:�Ugly!�Ugly!
��- ��-
��PETER�PAN:�Is�this�thing�on?
��Good.
��Good.
��So�tell�me,�children,
���are�you�having�a�fun�time?
��Yeah!
��Are�you�having�the�best�time?
��Yeah!
���Are�you�having�a�wild�time?
���PETER�PAN: �But,�wait,�what's�this?
�I'm�sensing�someone�here ���who�doesn't�belong.
���An�adult�spoiling�our�fun!
���And�what�do�we�say ��to�adults,�children?
���Boo�indeed.
Hello,�Charlie�Cornwall.
����Do�you�like�games?
�Because�I�know a�wonderful�game�to�play.
���It's�called �I'm�coming�to�get�you.
�Three,�two,�one.
�-�Run. �-
���Not�falling�for�that�again.
���- ��-�No.
���PETER�PAN: �Don't�you�know,�Charlie,
���friends�never�leave.
��Yeah?
���Well,�I'm�not�your�friend.
�Pan,�the�god�of�parties ���and�revels,
���but�also�of�chaos.
�And�not�just�any�old�chaos,�no,
not�your�run-of-the-mill �keep-that-away-from-me
get-that-out-of-my-house �kind�of�chaos.
���The�danger�with�Pan is�he�seduces�you
into�desiring�the�chaos, welcoming�it�in.
���Chaos,�wilderness, �lawlessness,�addiction.
���Oh,�Connor, the�kinds�of�parties�Pan�throws,
���they�would�devastate�minds,
���friendships,�love, �cities,�civilizations.
�But�he�died.�Pan�died.
�-�And�now,�he�is�back,�somehow. �-�How?
���How�do�you�resurrect�a�god? ���Start�what?
�-�Worshipping�it�again? �-�Hmm.�That�would�work,
�but�to�manifest ��enough�sacred�energy
��would�require the�devotion�of�millions.
��And�who�worships�Pan ���in�such�numbers�today,�hmm?
��Maybe�there's�a�clue �in�the�briefing�notes.
Charlie's�briefing�notes. ���Of�course.
�This�is�so�frustrating.
I�know�it�has�some�significance,
but�I�can't�find�anything �magic�about�it.
�How's�the�hacking�going?
�Uh,�I�am�almost �in�the�Bloomsbury�CCTV�network.
�They�are,�of�course,�excellent.
��They�chart�a�pattern �of�disappearing�bankers
�over�the�last�a�hundred�years.
���Every�20�years,�and�always the�same�part�of�London,
���six�bankers�vanish.
���So,�is�six�a�clue?
Is�six,�like,�Pan's�magic�number ��or�something?
Wait.�Six�bankers�every�20�years ��for�a�hundred�years,
���that's�30�bankers.
���That's�30�families ���being�left�behind.
���What�happened�to�them�all?
��Yes.�I'm�in.
���Okay.�So�there�were �at�least�three�cameras
�that�would�have�got�a�good�view ���of�Christopher's�apartment.
Uh,�aha!
��Oh,�look,�over�there. �See�the�shadow?
�There's�someone ���just�standing�out�of�frame.
���Let�me�see�if�I�can--whoa.
�Do�you�see�what�I�see?
��Yeah,�but�that's�impossible.
CONNOR�GREEN:�The�shadow. ���What's�it�missing?
���There's�no�one�casting�it.
���It's�just�a�shadow ��standing�on�its�own.
��Uh,�the�god�Pan�did�not�have ��a�detachable�shadow.
�So�maybe�it's�not�Pan.
��Also,�uh,�these�are�leg-legs, �not�goat�legs.
�Not�that�I'm�the�expert
���on�the�animal-human-hybrid �magic�woo-woo.
���Hey,�I�figured�out �a�Connor�thing.
Turns�out,�not�that�hard.
Oh,�that�must�make�you�so�happy.
Only�the�happiest ���I've�ever�been.
����Oh.
�Did�the�dust�just�glow ��in�response�to�my�happiness?
���I'm�flying.
���I'm�thinking�happy�thoughts �and�I'm�flying.
����This�is�fairy�dust.
�I�thought�you�weren't�an�expert in�magic�woo-woo?
I'm�not, ��but�I've�read�the�storybooks.
The�detached�shadow,�woo.
��Missing�people�in�Bloomsbury.
-�The�pan�flutes. -�The�wrong�Pan.
��It's�not�the�god�Pan.
-�It's�Peter�Pan. ��-�Peter�Pan.
��Who?
�Clap�if�you�believe�in�fairies.
t�you're�telling�me, �this�Peter�Pan ���is�entirely�amoral,
self-centered,�deceitful, ��powerful,�seductive,
an�exceptional�swordsman who�can�also�fly,
���and�he�has�a�captive�fairy, and�is�also�an�immortal.
��And�I�thought ��the�god�Pan�was�bad.
I...never�thought of�it�like�that.
�Peter�Pan�as�a�villain. Way�to�ruin�my�childhood.
���Could�it�be�that�Peter�Pan
is�this�era's�incarnation �of�Pan�himself?
��Pan�took�many�forms.
��And�could�he�have�got�himself ��back�together
by�using�himself ���in�popular�culture?
��Yes.
�You�said�that�to�revive�a�god,
���they�would�need�worshippers ���in�their�millions.
��Peter�Pan,�he's�books,�plays, theme�parks,�videogames.
He�has-- is�loved�in�his�millions.
-�Millions.�Yeah. ���-�There�we�have�it.
���Modern�devotion�to�the�Pan,
�or�as�we�now�know�him, ���Peter�Pan.
���And�where�would�he ���have�taken�Charlie?
My�guess?
��-�Neverland. ��-�Excellent.
�And�where�exactly�would�someone �find�directions�there?
�You�can't�be�Peter�Pan. ��Peter�Pan�isn't�real.
��Of�course�I'm�real,�Charlie.
�I'm�as�real�as�any�boy�can�be.
���You're�from�a�book.
A�book�written�about�me.
The�greatest�boy�of�all,
���and�it's�all�true,�Charlie, �I�am�Peter�Pan.
���No,�you're�a�shape-shifting �goat-boy�psycho
��who�kidnaps�bankers.
��-�Lost�Boys. -�And�kills�them.
��I�didn't�kill�anyone.
�You�have�a�room ���full�of�skeletons.
��They�died�of�old�age. ��It's�what�humans�do.
It�isn't�my�fault ���that�all�children,
��except�one,�grow�up.
���But�they�weren't�children.
They�were�adults with�lives�and�families,
and�you�robbed�them�of�all�that.
�They�wanted�to�be�here.
��Just�as�you�want�to�be�here.
�I�do�not�wanna�be�here.
���But�you�wished�it, Charlie�Cornwall.
�I�heard�you�when�you�wished�it.
��"I�wish�I�didn't�have ���to�be�the�responsible�one."
�-�That's�what�you�said. -�How�did�you...
���And�now�you�don't.
�Now�you�can�be�a�child�forever.
��Okay.
��If�you're�Peter�Pan, then�where�is�Captain�Hook,�hmm?
���Where's�Tinkerbell?
��Captain�Hook�is�dead,
at�least�for�now,
�and�Tinkerbell, ��she's�around�here�somewhere.
��Sure.
�And�where's�Neverland?
���Where's�Neverland?
���Wendy,�you're�in�Neverland.
��You�just�have�to�look with�your�heart.
�It's�beautiful.
���And�it's�where�you�belong, �Wendy.
�Stop�calling�me�Wendy. ��My�name's...
What?�What�is�your�name?
�It's...
��-�It's�Wendy. ���-�Of�course�it�is.
���It�always�has�been.
��Look.�And�there's�Tinkerbell.
���Oh,�Peter, ���I�could�stay�here�forever.
��Right,�you�listen�up, you�little�fairy.
�- -�No,�of�course,
��I�didn't�fall ���for�the�Neverland�illusion.
���- �-�How?
Because�I'm�a�guardian,�and�we--
�wait...
��I�can�understand�you.
�Weird.
Because�I'm�Wendy,�right?
���- �-�Huh.
���Oh,�sorry, �didn't�mean�to�squeeze.
-�Is�that�better? ���-
��Good.�Now�listen�up.
���I've�read�the�book, I�know�the�rules,
and�if�I'm�Wendy,
�that�means�you�hate�me ��and�you�want�me�out�of�here.
���- ���-�Well,�guess�what?
���I�want�me�out�of�here�too,
which�means,�maybe�we�could�help �each�other�out?
���- �-�Good.
��Now�I'm�gonna�need�you�to�get ��a�message�out�of�here�for�me.
"Second�sun�to�the�right, �and�straight�on�till�morning."
�What�sort�of�vague,�imprecise,
��incomprehensible�coordinates ���are�those?
��If�Neverland�is�a�real�place,
there's�every�possibility ��to�exist�in�some�kind
of�extra-dimensional�space�or...
Can�anyone�else�hear...tinkling?
�What?�What�is�that?�What�is�it?
���Is�that�Tinkerbell?
�Tinkerbell?�Tinkerbell?
�-�Uh... ��-�Tinkerbell?
�- �-�You�wash�that�tongue
-�with�that�dirty�mouth. ���-
���Shh.�I�do�not�care how�far�you've�come�or�how�fast.
���There�is�no�excuse �for�gross�vulgarities.
���- �-�Sorry.�Sorry,�Vikram.
�You�speak,�uh--you�speak�fairy?
-�This�is�crazy. -�Well,�of�course,�I�do.
���It's�really�rather�similar ��to�a�unicorn.
���Hmm.�I�met�a�unicorn�once.
��Old�Bernard, drank�me�under�the�table.
Right,�here�goes.
���Ah,�I�see.�Uh,�I�apologize ���for�my�accent,�hmm?
But�let�me�ask�you.�Um...
�- ���-
-�Oh,�indeed?�And�she... ���-
-�Oh,�which�means�you... ���-
��-�Which�is�why�we... ���-
���I�think�that's�all perfectly�clear.
What�did�she�say?
Oh,�I'll�tell�you�along�the�way.
���Fairy�is�rather�complicated ��to�translate,
�but�basically, the�big�nasty�lady�squished�her,
�and�now�she�hates�her,
and�she'd�like�us ��to�take�the�nasty�lady�away.
�- �-�From?
��-�Neverland. ��-�Ah.
Actual�Neverland.
��We�are�going ��to�actual�Neverland.
��LYSA:�Hey,�you�glad�you�wore your�cool�new�shoes�now?
��CONNOR:�I�don't�know ��what�I�was�thinking.
���Of�course, �it's�raining�in�London.
��LYSA:�Actual�Neverland�sucks.
���Talk�about �don't�meet�your�heroes.
�- -�VIKRAM:�Tinkerbell�says
that�this�is�only �a�temporary�Neverland,
���that�Peter�Pan�lost�access ��to�his�realm.
��-�LYSA:�How? �-
���Tinkerbell�says�he�was�out �too�long�recruiting�Lost�Boys.
Vik,�from�now�on, ���please�start�every�sentence
with,�"Tinkerbell�says."
��Connor,�keep�a�sense of�the�danger�we�are�in,�please.
��Yeah.
���Well,�this�is�a�good�start.
��It's�not�even�locked.
�Nothing�suspicious�about�that.
�-�It's�a�trap. �-
Oh,�Neverland�is�"story-locked."
�Tinkerbell�told�me�that �if�we�wanna�get�into�Neverland,
we�have�to�become a�part�of�Peter's�story.
�So,�the�bankers became�Lost�Boys.
Charlie�has�become�Wendy.
�What?�Charlie�is�Wendy?
��Like,�in�a�nightdress �and�everything?
Oh,�that's�a�yes,�right?
���Okay.�So,�we�have�to�become ���part�of�Peter�Pan's�story?
���How�do�we�do�that?
I�brought�with�me from�The�Library
��the�finest�collection ���of�clothing
�and�costume�accessory.
��Now,�who's�up �for�a�bit�of�role�play?
���No.
�Presenting�Captain�James�Hook.
��Hmm.
�John�Darling,�at�your�service.
���And�introducing...
��-�Tick-tock. -
���Why�do�I�have�to�be �the�crocodile?
���'Cause�you're�the�only�one ���who�fit�the�jacket.
�Plus,�you�couldn't�pull ��off�this�hat.
I�feel�that�I�don't�look �much�different.
�Okay.�Well,�here�goes�nothing.
��-�Huh,�except�for�my�dignity. ���-�VIKRAM:�Onwards!
You�know,�if�the�bankers ���have�become�the�Lost�Boys,
��then�it�explains�why ���there's�always�six.
�In�the�original�story, there�were�six�Lost�Boys.
��But�why�is�Peter�Pan �stealing�boring�old�men
and�not�actual�children?
Ah.�Well,�I�have a�theory�on�that.
So�in�the�novel, ���if�the�Lost�Boys�ever�age,
���which�Peter�hates, ��he�"thins�them�out."
The�book�doesn't�exactly�explain �what�he�means�by�that.
But�now, he's�got�a�new�strategy,
�unlock�an�adult's�inner�child,
��and�that�inner�child �never�grows�up.
��Ah.�So,�if�you�begin ���as�a�boring�banker,
��then�getting�that�inner�child out�would�release
a�lot�of�youthful �pent�up�energy?
���Is�that�how�he�stays�young?
��Is�Peter�Pan�a�Party�Vampire?
��Him�and�Paris�Hilton. ��Interesting.
CONNOR:�So,�what�are�we�gonna�do when�we�find�Peter�Pan,�Captain?
�- ��-�Easy,�lad.
And�we'll�cut�him �from�gullet�to�gizzard!
��Bloody�hell,�Vik.�Calm�down.
��I'm�so�sorry. �I'm�not�sure�what�came�over�me.
�Too�flipping�right,�you�don't.
��And�stop�doing�that�terrible �English�accent,�Connor.
��-�It's�embarrassing. ��-�Ah.
��I--you�know, ��I�don't�think�I�can.
��I�seem�to�have�gotten�stuck.
��Why,�then,�I'll�keelhaul�you ���for�your�impudence!
��Ah.�Oh,�we�seem�to�be�getting ���locked�into�our�characters.
�Ah.�So,�you're�a�pirate ���psychopath.
�-�I'm�a�toff�Brit�and-- �-�Hmm.
��--Lysa�is...
��CONNOR:�Lysa?
��That�was�weird.
�Okay.�I�think�we�should�get�out �of�here�as�quickly�as�possible.
-�Agreed. �-�Arr!
��I�mean,�yes.
�Peter! �Uh,�I've�been�looking�for�you.
Here�I�am,�Wendy.
Aren't�you�having the�most�marvelous�time?
Oh,�so�marvelous,�Peter.
�-�Uh,�except... �-�Except�what?
��Tell�me,�Wendy,�for�no�child ��can�ever�be�sad�in�Neverland.
I�just�don't�wanna�share �a�boy�as�brave,
�and�bold,�and�brilliant ��as�you�are�with�anyone�else.
��I�just�can't�bear�it.
��Not�even�with�the�Lost�Boys.
�You�want�me�to�send�them�away?
I�know�you�can't.
��I�know�it�would�take �too�much�power.
There�is�nothing ���I�can't�do,�Wendy.
�I�am�more�bold, and�brave,�and�brilliant,
and�powerful�than�anyone in�the�whole�wide�world!
��The�cleverness�of�me!
���So,�you'll�send�them�home? �For�me?
I'll�do�anything�for�you,�Wendy.
��Except�that.
�Peter�Pan�hates�to�play�alone.
�That's�why�it's�called ���Neverland,
�because�my�friends�never�leave.
���And�when�they�die, ���which�you�all�will,
��I'll�go�out�and�get�new�ones.
���Lost�Boys, ��who's�ready�for�an�adventure?
��A�quest!�Let's�go�on�a�quest!
��There's�the�Mermaid's�Creek, �or�the�Ruined�Galleon,
���or�the�Great�Tree.
��Ooh.
��Or�how�about�the�Real�World?
�The�greatest�adventure ��of�them�all?
-�Vikram! ��-�Captain�Hook,�run!
���Peter�Pan, I�challenge�ye�to�a�duel.
PETER�PAN:�Captain�Hook.
��What�are�your�terms, you�old�codfish?
If�I�win,�you�release�all �your�prisoners�from�Neverland.
�And�if�I�win,�you�feed�yourself to�the�crocodile.
�Um,�I'm�not�really�sure ��how�that�would�work.
�Fear�not,�Lysa.
��I�am�one�of�history's ���greatest�swordsmen.
�Hmm.�I�accept.
Then�come�up�here ���and�fight�me,�bag-of-bones!
�I'll�cleave�you ���into�two�bits,�boy!
���Okay.�Now�that�Furry�Pants �is�distracted,
�-�let's�round�up�the�Lost�Boys. ��-�Good�idea.
�And,�um,�you�won't�eat ���any�of�them,�right?
���Connor.�No,�of�course�not!
��Oh,�silly�me.
���Vikram,�be�careful.
��You�can't�trust�him.
�I�trust�only�cold,�hard�steel.
���Get�away�from�my�Librarian.
Wendy�can't�fight�Peter. ��That's�non-canonical.
Have�at�ya,�boy!
��What�devilry�is�this?
�PETER�PAN:�The�real�Neverland.
�Silly�little�Librarian,
��I�remember�your�kind from�days�of�old,
and�you've�played ��right�into�my�hands.
���- ���-
���Oh,�dear.
�Whoa.
���- ���-
Thanks�to�you,�I�now�have �all�the�story�elements
�I�need�to�open�the�way ���back�to�Neverland.
��The�Lost�Boys,�Wendy, ��John�Darling,
the�crocodile,�they're�all�here.
And�soon, �we'll�all�be�together�forever.
�As�well�as�you, ��my�new�Captain�Hook,
who�I�shall�fight�again,
���and�again,
���and�again,
�and�never�lose.
���Never�lose?
��How�did�you�do�that?
���Disarm�Vikram�Chamberlain,
��one�of�the�greatest�swordsmen ���in�history?�Simple.
��By�being�the�greatest ��swordsman�in�history.
���Poppycock�and�puff!
�Let�our�blades�decide, ���Librarian.
���Vikram,�we're�story�locked.
���That�means, ��no�matter�how�hard�you�fight,
�Hook�always�gets�eaten by�the�crocodile.
�Crocodile,�you�say?
�Hello?
�Hello?
��I�think�you�scared�them�off.
�You�should�try�losing�the�hat.
��Lysa?
���- ��-
�Whoa.�Now,�that ��is�an�alarming�sight.
���Lysa,�I�really�hope �that�you�had�something
���substantial�to�eat �for�breakfast.
��Ah.�Here�we�go�then.
���- ��-
�You�really�are ���very�good�at�that.
���You�must�be�my�third�Hook, ��or�are�you�my�fourth?
�It's�hard�to�remember.
���They�all�make�the�same�face �when�they�fall.
Thinking�happy�thoughts. Thinking�happy�thoughts.
��That�doesn't�work�on�baddies, ���silly-puss,
���but�I�hope�you're�excited.
To�die�will�be�an�awfully �big�adventure.
If�I'm�being�honest,�this�really ���isn't�how�I�thought�I'd�go.
��Vikram,�stop�thinking ��like�a�character�in�his�story
���and�start�thinking �like�yourself.
-�Cheat! -�No,�no.
��-�You�must�fight�with�honor. -�Yes.�I�normally�would,
��but�there's�far�more ��at�stake�here
��than�my�honor�alone.
��Yes.�That's�it.
���I�will�not�fight�you,�Pan.
���I�will�not�continue �this�endless�cycle�of�violence.
���Can't�fight�me�now.
�And�with�that, ��your�story�is�broken.
���Ow.
��Captain�Hook ��can't�be�a�pacifist.
�-�That's�non-canonical. �-�Hmm.
��Yes.�Well,�I'm�afraid your�cannon�is�about�to�explode.
��-�Ciao,�ciao. -�You...
�Clap�your�hands�if�you�believe �in�massive�explosions,
�boys�and�girls.
��- ��-
��- ���-
���-�You�okay? �-�Lysa�tried�to�eat�me.
-�Sorry. �-�Yeah.
���It's,�uh,�been�a�weird�day ��for�everyone.
���Excuse�me.
�Have�you�seen�my�wife?
��Sir�Christopher,�yes,�I�have.
Hey.�I'm�American�again.
Yee-haw.
���-�Charlie. -�Uh-hmm.
�We�missed�you�so�much.
���What�did�you�miss�the�most, ���the�nagging�or�the�bossing?
��No,�we�missed ��all�the�good�things.
And�the�nagging�and�the�bossing.
�The�Library�is�a�duller
and�poorer�place �without�you,�my�friend.
���Excuse�me.
���Can�I�go�home�now,�please?
�Sir�Chamley,�you�read�my�mind. I�guess--
��Put�me�down!
��Sharp�knives�gouging Captain�Hook's�eyeballs,
�pointed�swords�plunged �into�his�heart,
red-hot�corkscrews�driven �under�his�fingernails.
���What�are�you�doing?
��I'm�thinking�happy�thoughts.
��Pan,�bring�her�back!
��I�may�have�lost�my�Lost�Boys,
�my�crocodile,�my�Hook, ��but�I'll�still�have�my�Wendy.
Wendy�and�Peter, �in�the�real�Neverland�forever.
���-�I�don't�wanna�go. -�Tough.
��Peter�Pan�never�plays�alone.
��Paperwork�and�filing.
��Admin�and�accounting.
�Charges�and�surcharges.
What's�happening? Stop.�Stop�this.
�Being�there�when�you're�needed.
��Being�there�when�you're�not.
��Being�the�glue�that�holds�it ��all�together.
��-�No! �-�Sure.
���They're�not�happy�thoughts,
�but�responsibility�grounds�you
just�like�it's�doing�now.
I�got�tired�of�it �for�a�second�back�then,
���but�it's�worth�it,
��because�if�something�happens �to�my�friends,
��I�don't�just�fly�off and�get�new�ones.
And�I�choose�my�friends.
�That's�my�wish.
�I'll�get�you,�Guardian!
�No,�you'll�get�exactly what�you�wanted.
You'll�be�young�forever, ��in�Neverland�forever.
��But�this�time,�Peter,
you'll�be�playing�alone.
���No!
-�Should�we�get�you�home? ���-�Oh,�yes.
Do�you�know�where�I�live?
�- ���-�SIR�CHAMLEY:�My�darling!
�Chris.
�Oh,�I'm�so�sorry,�I�went�away.
Oh,�darling.�Oh.
��Hmm.
�Well,�it's�been ��the�most�unusual�experience,
�even�by�our�standards.
�I�did,�however, �enjoy�the�dressing�up.
Hey,�Charlie,�we're�really�sorry
���that�we've�been�taking�you ��for�granted.
Yeah.�Everything ���that�you�do�for�us,
we've�been�so�ungrateful.
��And�we�will�be�better �in�the�future.
���I�mean,�you�totally�won't, �but�I�appreciate�you�saying�it.
��Well,�I've�got�a�ton �of�paperwork�I�should�be�doing.
�But�instead,�I'm�buying ��if�anyone's�drinking.
Oh,�a�night�off? Well,�I�approve.
���I�am�totally�down�for�that.
���-�Yeah.�And�I�am�starving. �-�Yeah.
�Well,�let's�eat,�drink, ��and�be�merry.
��Okay.�I�just�have�to�get�my, ���uh,�jacket�without�pockets.
��Yeah.�I�think�I�need ���to�change�my�shoes.
�-�Oh,�my�crabs! �-�LYSA:�Okay.�Hurry�up.
��-�Tick-tock. �-�Lysa,�do�not�do�that.
So,�I�hope�your�takeaway ��from�all�this
isn't�that�you�think�I'm�boring?
�Oh.�No,�no,�not�at�all.
Actually,�I�think�you�get �the�balance�just�right
�between�Responsible�You ��and�Fun�You.
���Like,�you'll�always ��follow�rules,
��but�it's�not �because�you�love�rules.
��What�do�I�love�then?
�-�You�love�us. �-�Hmm.
��You�love�us.
��You�love�us.
��You�love�us.
��You�la,�la,�love�us.�L-O-V-E.
��-�You�are�all�idiots. -�Literally,�absolutely.
�And�I�think�that's�why ��we�need�you�so�much.
���Don't�ever�change, Charlie�Cornwall.
�-�Deal. ���-�Promise?
���CONNOR:�Okay.�Okay.
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