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Josie?

God, you scared me.

I'm sorry, I just wanted to make
sure that you were okay.

Why?

I don't know.

I guess I've just been
thinking about you.

You have?

Actually, I can't stop
thinking about you.

I've been thinking
about you, too.

It's past curfew.

And Dad's gonna be so pissed.

You were having
a sex dream.

What? No, I wasn't.

Please tell me
it wasn't Landon.

Or Hope,
for that matter.

I wasn't having a sex dream.

Go back to sleep.

*LEGACIES*
Season 02 Episode 14

Episode Title: "There's a Place
Where the Lost Things Go"

Aired on: March 12, 2020

Synchronized by srjanapala

As supernaturals,

we all carry a burden.

Our eyes are open to evil.

And recently,
you've had to face it.

Some of us process
these traumas

by suppressing
what happened.

For others,
it's easier to bury it deep inside

and pretend like
nothing's happened at all.

Still, others may take
a different route, such as...

Pushing people away
in an attempt to self-isolate?

Because everyone they love
is in perpetual danger,

which often results in them
becoming perpetually dead.

See? There.

That's it.
That's my therapy.

Can I go now? Because, uh,
Landon's outside trying to fly

and could use a spotter.

I'm afraid not, Hope

Because the point is
we can all do better

at processing the traumas
we've been through.

Which is why Dr. Saltzman
has asked me to conduct

a special group lesson today.

Hmm?
Mm-mm.

I, for one,
could really use this,

and I would appreciate
everyone's support.

Honestly, I don't know

why I'm here,
but I'm down to help.

You will all

have an important role to play
in this simulation.

Oh, stop looking
at me like that.

It'll be fun.

This device

was created
by Professor Rupert Vardemus.

- Ew.
- Okay..

The real Professor Vardemus.

He's quite famous
in mystical therapeutic circles.

It's his variation
on a Chambre de Chasse.

All your psychological concerns
will be transferred inside

to form
a shared narrative.

Now, the world you create
together can be anything,

from pirates on the high seas
to spies in the Cold War.

But no matter what it ends up
looking like,

it will be designed specifically
to help you.

Out here,
you're unconscious.

You'll have no awareness
that you're in a simulation.

So, it's like a game?

Mm.

Uh, how do I win?

Simply reach
the end of your story

and you'll be given
an escape word.

Say it aloud and you'll become
self-aware again,

then wake up here,

having discovered something
valuable in the process.

- Any questions?
- Uh, yeah.

I have a question.
What the hell is she doing here?

Hi. Uh, sorry I'm late.

Uh, weird dreams.

You're just in time,
Jade.

Don't worry.

What we're about to do here
is merely a simulation.

And I'll be in it
as well,

and self-aware the whole time.

I promise to keep a careful eye
on all of you.

Everyone think

of bright, sunny,
tropical beaches.

The air was as cold
as a kiss from a corpse.

My partner worked at night,
and now, so did I.

I had to, if I was
ever going to find him.

But on the bright side,
at least I knew where to start.

Because there's one thing that
everyone in Mystic Falls knows.

There's a place
where the lost things go.

♪ Thanks ♪

♪ For the memory ♪

♪ Of sunburns at the shore ♪

♪ Nights in Singapore ♪

♪ You might have been
a headache ♪

♪ But you never were a bore ♪

♪ So thank you ♪

♪ So much... ♪

That photographer.

He followed us from the airport.

I'm in town to make
a picture, Jo.

The more publicity,
the better.

As your sister,
but more importantly,

your publicist, I disagree.

We need to control
the narrative.

Because if you still looked good
from that angle,

we'd be working
with Howard Hawks.

Fine.

Then at least find me
another drink

after you're done
scaring him off.

As if you need another drink.

♪ Hooray for us ♪

♪ And thanks for the memory ♪

♪ And how are all
the little dreams ♪

♪ That never did come true? ♪

♪ So thank you ♪

♪ So much. ♪

Thank you. Thank you.

I'm Emma Tig.

I'll be taking a
break, but don't worry,

I'll be here all night,
if anyone needs my help.

This ain't a peep show.

Can you blame me?

Elizabeth Saltzman's a star.
I've seen all of her movies.

I'm bad with faces.

I'm hoping that's not the case.

I'm looking for my boss,

the best P.I.
this town's ever known.

Like I said, I'm bad with faces.

He's in danger,
Miss Mikaelson.

How do you know
my name?

The same way I know
your liquor license is expired.

So,

let's help each other out.

He looks like the kind of guy
who comes here for the music.

If I were you,

I'd ask the dame who sings,
because I don't.

Miss Tig?

I'd like to
have a quick...

word.

Vardemus.

My name is Holmes,
dear boy.

Sherlock Holmes.

How is this possible?

Good morning.

You sobered up yet?
I rarely drink.

The occasional seven percent
solution, perhaps.

You're an alcoholic, Rupert.

We're partners. Friends.

That explains the cufflinks
you bought for me.

For the last time!

My partner's name is Watson
and mine is...

Sherlock Holmes.

I know.

Though how I ended up
here confounds even me.

I woke this morning and the
world around me had changed.

But though my surroundings
were different, I remembered

the case I was working on.

What I was looking for:
the Blue Carbuncle,

a rare and
precious gemstone,

stolen from the
countess of Morcar.

So you can imagine my surprise
when it turned up

in a newspaper advertisement
for this dreary world,

around the neck
of a lounge singer.

A dead lounge singer, with
your fingerprints all over her.

I doubt that very much,

as should you,
given I was wearing gloves.

Have you deduced

that she died
of cyanide poisoning yet?

The champagne?

It's elementary.

The skin beneath her fingernails
had turned the color of roses.

A direct result of her cells
being unable to absorb

the oxygen that remained
in her blood.

Find who poisoned the bottle...

...and you'll have
found your killer.

I'm the sidekick.

You are the brains,
which is why I need your help

- to get to the bottom of this.
- Sorry, old chap.

I have my own mystery to solve.

James Ryder stole
the jewel.

The hotel attendant?

A bold theory.
How did you arrive at it?

I didn't.
You did.

So read up, and hopefully
by the time I'm back,

you'll be the man
I know again.

How did you get in?

The door was unlocked.

You're a terrible liar.

I'm a terrible
detective, too.

But not half bad
at picking locks.

Then that'll be the first
thing I tell the cops.

Or should I start with you
going to talk to that singer

right before she died?

Not like they'd care anyway.

Whiskey.

Preferably the good stuff.
Not that rotgut.

I keep it in the back.

Cut!

I'd like to try one more.

Oh, you want to start
trying now, Bob?

I'll be in my trailer.

- That was...
- Trash.

Like the rest of
this stupid horror flick.

I get murdered by
a mer-man.

A mer-man! Honestly, no one's
gonna watch this crap.

Ooh. Out of my way,
you trollops.

Where is my flask?

Never mind that,
he's back.

How do I look?

Doesn't matter,
'cause these photos are never

seeing the light of day.

You look beautiful,
Miss Saltzman.

Can I ask you
a few questions?

You a reporter?

Not exactly.

But I do have something
to report.

Someone's trying
to kill you.

Oh...

Cigarettes kill people, too.

I'd never smoked
a day in my life,

but in that moment,
I understood the urge

to put your lips on something
you knew was bad for you.

Thank you.
I'm sorry.

I'm still a little
shaken up.

That's understandable.

As I was saying,
poisoned champagne was sent

to your table last night.

Lucky for you, it ended up
on the wrong lips.

Any idea who would
want you dead?

None. I'm just
a washed-up actress.

I can't imagine anyone
caring enough about me

to send champagne,
much less kill me.

Please, Mr. Greasley,

as messed up as my life is,
I don't want to die.

You won't.

I promise.
My partner's a genius.

He'll crack this case, and...

For what it's worth,
I don't think

you're washed up,
Miss Saltzman.

Please, call me...

Lizzie.

I found out who that
photographer works for.

And who the hell are you?

Just a fan.

Well, I'll be damned.

It was the hotel attendant.

"Liquet."

That was the end
of my game.

I'm not Sherlock Holmes.

I'm Rupert Vardemus.

And I'm not a detective,
I'm a professor.

Is that you, Milton?

I know this must be all
very confusing.

I remember your name
from the school dossiers.

I remember everything.

In fact, thanks to...

You!

This doesn't make any sense.

One of them should
be awake by now.

Dissero.

Professor Vardemus.

How?

That pustule Clarke
locked my body in here.

But not before he locked
my mind away in that box.

Wait, you were
in the game, too.

I was murdered by
one of your students.

Like you.

Then that settles it.

We have to end
the simulation.

You'd be doing them
more harm than good.

While what they're
experiencing is merely

a manifestation
of their minds,

a narrative involving murder
is still a serious matter.

It points to someone
inside the game

being on the verge
of a psychological break.

Terminate the session now, and
you may cement that fracture.

So what are we
supposed to do?

The hardest thing of all.

Trust them to resolve
the issue without us.

Do you know
who killed you?

Well, well, what's
a classy broad like you

doing in this gin joint?

Being blackmailed, but you
already knew that, Jade.

So cut to the chase
and name your price

for those photos of my sister.

This isn't about money.

It's about the best story
of my career.

A fading starlet can't get
hired in the movies anymore.

But lucky for her,

she's got a twin sister
who left everything behind

to become her publicist.

One that knows exactly
how to get her back into the spotlight.

Even if it means making her
the target of a murderer.

How am I doing so far?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Said the sister/publicist
to the reporter.

But she was missing
an important fact.

The reporter knew her tell.

She had a habit of
picking off her nail polish

when she was lying.

How did you know?

I figured it out
the hard way.

You were picking at your nails
the night you walked out on me,

saying you'd be back.

- That isn't what I meant.
- I know.

I bribed a waiter
at the club,

and he told me that
you were the one

that bought that champagne
that killed that singer.

Cyanide poisoning.

- I bribed the coroner as well.
- It was an accident.

Lizzie was supposed to be
rushed to the hospital

to get some press
for her movie.

I didn't use enough poison
to kill anyone.

I don't even know how
that singer got that bottle.

All that matters is that
she's dead.

And putting you behind bars
is the only way

I'll ever pry you
out of your sister's claws.

Wait.

Have one last drink with me.

For old time's sake.

Too late, Jose.

Maybe it's the booze talking,

but I just had to see you
one last time.

Excuse me.

Josette Saltzman.

I think we both know
there's no need

to check her for a pulse.

Trust me,
I am totally self-aware.

I didn't need your stupid game

to tell me I have the hots
for Josie Saltzman.

All right? I've known that since
I saw her in the prison world.

If Jade was ejected
from the simulation prematurely,

it means the rules have changed.

Someone's rewriting them

from inside the game itself.

How? Who?

Someone with access
to very powerful magic...

who needs everyone
out of the way

so they can get whatever
it is they want.

In short,

the person who killed us all.

So, the question we should
be asking ourselves is...

...why they did it.

I heard about your reporter.

The cops know
who killed her?

Same person who
murdered your singer.

But I don't think they're
too interested in

figuring out who that is.

Wish I could have
done more for her.

You were in here that night
taking photos.

You want to help?

Develop that film and take
a hard look at whatever you see.

Sorry. It's none
of my business.

I still talk
to Landon, you know.

- How is he?
- He's good.

Promotion in California
is going good for him.

Hmm.

But he still misses you, Hope.

He's the one who left.

Because you didn't go
with him.

But you can change that
with a phone call.

He'd buy you a bus
ticket tomorrow.

I can buy my own ticket.

And you can
develop those photos.

You sure you don't
have anything else to say?

Confessions usually include
why you did the crime.

Does it matter?

Of course it does.

You sign that line and the next
chair you'll be sitting in

is gonna plug into the wall.

Look on the bright side.

They'll give you a medal
when I ride the lightning.

Medals are for heroes.

I'm just a guy trying to figure
out who poisoned his partner.

I already told you,
it was me.

I poisoned your partner

and that singer

and Jade.

Now take me down
to the station.

I can't do that.

And why the hell not?

Because my partner was shot.

You didn't kill
anyone, Josette.

But it had to be me.

The pieces don't fit.

So why are you trying
to make them?

Because if it wasn't me,
it was Lizzie.

And if one of us has to die,
I'd rather it be me.

Do you see that?

"Praesidio."

I wanted to tell her MG.

That I saw something
on that piece of paper,

but it's like they say...

...dead men tell no tales.

Don't do this.
I won't let you.

Always thought you
were a hell of an actress...

Is that you, Bob?

My contract explicitly says

that I don't have to talk
to you after we wrap.

...but being the Mystic Mauler
is going to be your last role.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Drop the act.
Why'd you do it?

Do what?

Murder all those people.
Maybe start with your sister.

Josie's dead?

I should be, too. But lucky me,
I had this in my pocket.

It's your flask, right?

The one you poisoned
the singer with,

the one that started
this whole mess?

Like I said,
you're a hell of an actress.

So those crocodile tears won't
stop me from bringing you in.

For once,
I don't care about myself.

I didn't do what
you said, but...

I may as well have, because
I was so wrapped up in myself

that I didn't know
my sister was in danger.

I wasn't there to save her.

"Caecus."

Thank God.

Oh, that's my escape word.

Which means none
of this is real,

Josie's still alive and I can
finally leave this stupid game.

Okay, Emma. I'm ready.

Yank me out.

Abracadabra or whatever.

Son of a bitch.
Why isn't it working?

You're cracking up,
Miss Saltzman.

Don't you label me
insane again, okay?

I am the only person here
who is in their right mind.

We just need to find
you your escape word.

Save it for the judge.

Oh. Yeah,
that's-that's good, MG.

My name's Milton.

I know, okay?

I know you as well as anyone,
Milton Greasley.

Look, I'm not
proud of this,

but I'm kind of,
like, your blind spot.

You are so into me that you'll
sort of do whatever I say,

so slap those puppies
on me and maybe

you'll get over your block.

Or
We could run away together.

Maybe to a
real beach.

Mexico.

The cops will never find us.

Is this a serious offer?

Hell no. But the fact that
you're convinced I'm a killer

and you still considered it
totally proves my point.

Now Fifty Shades me.

"Heros."

Lizzie.

I remember.

Then why are we still
trapped here?

This is maddening.

Get these stupid cuffs off me.

There's something wrong
with the game.

Lizzie, run.

Find Hope.

Oh, crap.

Ms. Tig.

Lizzie, she-she got
her escape word, but she's still

in the game.

And...

...Josie died.

I saw it.
So why is she still in there?

We're closed.

Hope Andrea Mikaelson!

Open this damn door!

Someone's trying to kill me!

You're that movie star.

- How do you know my name?
- It's a long story.

Which you won't believe.

But, um, oh,
I can prove it.

I know your deep,
dark damage.

You don't get close to people

because they leave you
or die, right?

Well, that's exactly
what's gonna happen

if you don't
let me in.

So, please, help me help you.

You're right.

I've spent my whole life
pushing people away.

And I'm about to change that

by going after the man
that I love.

So, sorry,
but I have a bus to catch.

No, no, no.
Hope, Hope, Hope, Hope.

"Mortem."

Rafael.

It's okay.

You're back.

What happened
in there?

Did you have a breakthrough?

Or did the killer
get to you, too?

I don't know.

A little on the nose,
don't you think?

Hello, sister.

Don't look so shocked.

One of us was always
going to become a killer.

Because of the Merge.

That's what this whole thing
has been about.

I made it that way.

Remove everyone
until it was just you and me.

Even then,
Josie was still willing

to take the fall to let you win.

Ironic, isn't it?

I had to kill Josie
so that she could survive.

I am her, too, of course.

The parts of her she
keeps buried inside.

That resent her and you
for making her weak.

Mixed in with a little
dark magic.

Enough to rewrite the rules

and show you that I'm stronger
than you can ever be.

I didn't have to play
any game to know that.

You always have been.

So what? Are you just
gonna kill me now?

We both knew
it would come to this.

Fine.

Then you win.

I'm done with
this stupid simulation.

You're not going anywhere.

I rewrote the rules,

remember?

So I pull this trigger,
and your mind is stuck here

while your body waits
for me to absorb it

during the Merge
in the real world.

Josie, please.

I-I know I don't do

a good job
of showing it, but...

I love you,
even more than I love myself.

So don't do this.

Hmm.

Sorry, sis.
T's you or me.

And there's no fighting fate.

I thought you had
a bus to catch.

I want to be with
the man that I love

more than I
want anything.

But I couldn't get on that bus

if it meant an innocent person
had to die.

That is such
a Hope move.

Let me guess.
You're seeing a word right now.

Yes. What does it mean?

Say the word,

and I will tell you
in the real world.

Fatum.

Oh, thank God.

I was beginning to think
I'd need therapy myself.

Now, um...
what are we gonna do about Jo?

I've had enough make-believe
for one day.

So what the hell
is all this?

This is research.

What you told me
about Josie's alter ego

sounds straight
out of a comic book,

which is way more my genre
than film noir.

So I've just been
searching for a way

to help her after she wakes up.

If she wakes up.

- She hasn't yet.
- She will.

And if she doesn't,
we'll find a way to go get her.

Super Squad never leaves
a member behind.

♪ To someone else ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

I wish I could tell
her how sorry I am.

For not seeing it.

For being so wrapped
up in myself

that I didn't even notice
she was struggling.

And I should apologize
to you, too.

For using you.

- It's okay.
- It's not.

When things are
good with me,

I don't give you
the time of day.

But the second that
something goes wrong,

- ♪ I'll take the lows ♪
- I come running.

♪ You can ebb
and I can flow... ♪

I never want you
to stop doing that.

No matter what
any game says.

I learned something else, too.

I can't
crack the case

unless I believe in myself.

I can't sit back
and play the sidekick.

It's time I step up for real.

Like a superhero, you know?

♪ I've got so much left
to learn... ♪

What's your superhero
name gonna be?

Work in progress.

♪ But I'd like the company... ♪

How about...

the Comforter?

♪ Ooh, who said it's true ♪

♪ That the growing
only happens ♪

♪ On your own? ♪

♪ They don't know me
and you... ♪

Thank you for everything.

We wouldn't have known
what we were up against

if it wasn't for you.

I'm sorry to take Dorian away.

But I fear
if we don't go now,

we'll never have
that chance again.

I thought this was,
uh, see you soon.

Not goodbye.

♪ And we'll take it slow ♪

The game was supposed to be
a safe space.

I was literally in charge of it.

And yet I still died.

The Salvatore School

is the most amazing place
I have ever been.

And the most dangerous.

How can I tell your students
to prioritize their health,

mental and otherwise,
when Dorian and I

aren't doing that for ourselves?

♪ It's not written
in the stars... ♪

He almost died for real, Ric.

And even though
he's fine,

there'll always be
another monster.

Another threat.

♪ Tell me
you don't wanna leave... ♪

What Josie is wrestling with
is very dangerous.

♪ You can change... ♪

And I hate that I feel

like we're abandoning you.

♪ When you're high,
I'll take the lows... ♪

You know the point of the game
is to get out.

So...

I guess you won.

♪ Grow as we go ♪

You know, it's okay.

- Bye, Ric.
- ♪ Grow as we ♪

♪ Go ♪

♪ Grow as we go. ♪

Hey.

Sorry.

Hey.

You ever develop
those photos?

Uh, yeah.

Um... not sure
what they mean, though.

Mmm. Yeah.

Did you ever buy
that bus ticket?

Yeah.

Uh, I didn't use it, though.

So here I am,

still trying to find Landon.

Yeah, except
he's not gone, Hope.

I mean, he's just busy
learning how to fly.

Is everything okay?

Uh... hm, apparently not.

Um...

I guess
I just thought

that I was crystal clear
on my damage...

Yeah, well, sometimes
knowing what's wrong

doesn't make things
any easier.

What if what the game
was trying to teach me

is that something will always
come between me and Landon?

Like some impossible choice

- that I'm gonna have to make.
- Then choose him.

- It's like I said in the bar...
- I did.

I did.
And it felt good.

It felt right.

But it wasn't right.

Because if I got onto that bus,

I wouldn't have gotten out
of the game.

I didn't get to leave
until I chose someone over him.

Was that my lesson?

That no matter how much
I want him,

- Landon and I are doomed.
- Hey, hey, hey...

- It's just a simulation.
- Right.

Then why
does it feel so true?

Looks like the
gang's all here.

Hmm, why am I locked up,
exactly?

Well, you've been
through a lot.

How are you feeling?

Never better.

I think the therapy
was really good for me.

You're full of black magic.

I was too selfish
to see it before, but...

I can feel it.

This isn't you, Jo.

It is now.

So get used to it.

'Cause this look
is here to stay.

Josie, it's okay.

I'm just gonna put you
back to sleep

until we can figure out
what's going on, okay?

Good idea.

Oh...

don't look at me
like that, MG.

Every Super Squad
needs a super villain.

Autem.

Stop trying to help me,
Dad.

'Cause I've never been better.

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