All language subtitles for Legacies.S02E14.HDTV.x264-SVA

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.

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
- www.addic7ed.com -

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".

- MG.
- I wanted to tell her

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. It'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.

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 come running.

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?

What's your superhero name gonna be?

Work in progress.

How about...

the Comforter?

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.

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?

He almost died for real, Ric.

And even though he's fine,

there'll always be another monster.

Another threat.

What Josie is wrestling
with is very dangerous.

And I hate that I feel

like we're abandoning you.

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

So...

I guess you won.

You know, it's okay.

Bye, Ric.

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... 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.