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Previously on
The Magicians...

Are you Santa Claus?

Well, I'm not, not that.

Magic's gone.

I'm not a magician,

but I could feel it
when it was gone,

and I knew it wasn't
a coincidence

when I went into remission
a week later.

What timeline are you from?

The one where
you owe me child support.

I'm kidding.

Okay, then if you want me
to help these students,

can you tell me who they are?

Their lives were
in grave danger.

I cast a spell that erased their
identities and gave them new ones.

I mean, isn't there
anything you can do?

If I reveal that
the spell can be reversed,

then someone would
reverse the spell.

Bacchus,
what are you doing here?

Why do you want everyone
thinking you're Ember?

Thanks for popping in.

Oh, my God.

Mis hermanos.

Where were you?
We looked everywhere.

- Stay back.
- Why?

Because I'm not here to play.

Marina.

Why do you look like
you're fleeing something?

It's me, Margo,
previously known as Janet.

Look, I'm gonna
do you a solid.

- Don't go up there.
- Why?

Because there's an uninvited
guest in my apartment

who's probably killing
your friends right about now.

Look, I don't know what he is,
and I'm assuming it's a "he"

because this is some
toxically masculine behavior,

but he walked through
every ward and shield I had,

set off every alarm.

So, instead of going inside,

I'm gonna get
a breakfast burrito.

- You wanna join?
- We have to help them.

Oh. You're one of those.

Fine, you wanna
stick your neck out?

There's something inside
that can help you.

Do tell.

No traveling.

Where to start?

Order is important
with these things.

Who goes first?
Who goes last?

Oh, you keep looking at him.

Because you don't want him
to die?

Which means he has to go
before you.

You care about all of them.

So, you're last.

Thank Christ.

Wait, wait, wait.

Not Eliot.

This thing has
god-level power,

and I have a bad history
with gods,

since apparently
one killed me.

No, it's fine.

Different me, but I didn't want
to get caught off guard again,

so I called in
every favor I had

to build a defense system.

All you have to do is get him
to sit in the gold chair.

Why the gold chair?

Because it had
to be something,

and everybody wants to
sit in the gold chair.

It's a total power move.

I'm so glad you came.

Saves me having
to hunt you down.

I've got so much
of that ahead of me already.

What is he talking about?

He's, uh, hunting gods.

It's vengeance
for locking you in the castle.

They did more than that,

and so did you.

You tried to kill me.

You were all part of it.

Then what?

There's a bell on the table.

Ring it.

And he explodes?

He gets a face full
of distilled ambrosia.

It's basically meth for gods.

It gets them high,
but an overdose

will knock them
on their asses.

Tell me Eliot is still
in there somewhere.

Not that I've seen.

Your round, innocent face

will make your death
particularly upsetting,

so, I've decided
to start with you.

I can give you Bacchus.

You're hunting gods,

and I found him
hiding someplace far away.

Hiding from you, right?

I can take you there

if you let them live.

All of them.

Perhaps we can be friends
after all.

So, where is everyone else?

I don't know.

You were
supposed to remain hidden.

I meant to protect you.

Doesn't really seem
like I need protection.

I mean, nothing
your spell threw at me

even left a scratch.

Reynard did say,
even without their powers,

gods are hard to kill.

I wouldn't underestimate
the will of Irene McAllistair.

Ah.

Tell a few people
that you're leaving forever,

and look what
the ungrateful bastards do.

Ah, yes.

You know,
if the deal is broken

and the McAllistairs
are coming,

I'm gonna have to
warn everyone.

Contacting your friends will
put a target on their backs.

To be clear,

you put the target
on our backs.

You betrayed us.

Hmm.

I sacrificed everything
to bring back magic.

You know what I sacrificed,

and look what you do with it.

Yes, Ms. Wicker,

I made a deal

with the goddamn Library,

and in doing so,
I saved your lives.

Yeah, well, you're pretty
fucking quick to compromise,

you know that?

Now, I need to
find my friends,

but I can't do magic,

so you're going to cast
the locator spell for me.

Dean Fogg. Finally.

I only have a moment.

You know how the Library

contains the books of everyone
who ever lived?

Yeah.

The Great Blank Spot is over.

The Library can update
their books again.

So, if your friends were
to get their memories back,

the Library would know.

They'd try to find them

to keep them safe

from the Monster
that you warned us about.

You're telling me
they have books that describe

every damn thing everyone does
or ever will do,

when you're sleeping,
when you're awake,

naughty or nice?

You know how much time
that would have saved me?

Can we please not
with the Santa stuff right now?

Well, could you please not
with the angsty, nerdy stuff, huh?

No, 'cause that's who you are,

and I don't judge you for it.

Dean Fogg was trying
to give me a message.

Look, if we escape,
they'll just read our books,

find out where we are,
and come after us.

So, we just take
the books with us,

or destroy 'em.

But first we have
to actually escape.

I can get us to the fireplace.

Just be ready.

All I'm offering
is a location.

The rest is on you.

Knowing where Bacchus is

doesn't help me
if he runs away,

which he'll do
the second I show up.

You see my problem,

and how maybe it is just
easier to kill you all.

Do you know what this is?

Where did you get that?

I didn't,

but I know that enough of it
will mess up a god long enough

for you to do
whatever you need to do.

Excuse me, Margo?

Quick talk?

Could you stop volunteering?

I know Bacchus. He's a friend.

Great.

Then you'll poison him.

He'll never suspect a friend.

I could always kill you.

Awesome.

Great choices.

Well, let's get going, then.

Guys, in case it even needs
to be said,

I know Marina.

She is not a helpful person.

So, just act accordingly.

Of course I'm getting paid.

The McAllistairs have
a bounty on your heads,

dead or alive.

The real yous,

not the witness-protection
identities.

So, you can see how
it'd be profitable for me

to get you back to normal.

What are they offering?

- Three Deweys.
- What the hell's a Dewey?

As in Melvil Dewey,

the most famous librarian
of all time.

He has his own decimal system.

Well, I think you're being generous
with the word "famous."

Okay, so in
the New World Order,

there is just enough magic
in the air

to keep the boring masses
fat and happy,

but you got an itch
to do something bigger,

you have to file a request
with the Library.

They decide if you're
trustworthy, and they give you

a cute little battery
in the shape of a coin.

They put the faces of famous
librarians on there,

but Dewey's the only one
people can remember.

Well, and Laura Bush,
but Bushes just never stuck.

All right, well,
we'll pay the bounty ourselves.

How are you gonna get Deweys?

I don't know.
We'll figure it out.

- We always...
- Sometimes.

Most of the time, we do.

Five Deweys to make it
worth the delay,

and know that I have trackers
on all of you,

so if you try to run,
it won't go your way.

Don't drink all my beer.

Seems like this is the place.

It is.

Those are Maenads,
Bacchus followers.

Get to it, then.

Oh, and if they have pizza,
bring me some.

We can still find a way out.

We already did. This is it.
We're doing it right now.

You have a weapon that
could have stopped him,

and instead of using it,
you gave it to him.

We tried that already with
Julia's god-killing bullet.

All it did was kill
The Monster's host,

which in this case is Eliot.

Who, for all we know, is dead.

Or he's trapped in there,

forced to watch everything
The Monster does,

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

What are you gonna
slip the ambrosia into?

I guess I'll make a Fillorian
version of his favorite drink,

margarita, but instead of
salt on the rim, it will be...

God meth. Perfect.

Now go poison his ass so we can
get out of this malarial swamp.

You know what's incredible?

How you can be
such a good friend

and such a terrible friend
at the exact same time.

There's not a lot

that I can relate to
in this world.

People here are,

well, people, generally,

and me, not so much.

But I relate to you.

I hate being alone.

I don't like being left
with my own thoughts,

such as they are.

I need friends.

One way of making friends

is not murdering
everyone you meet.

Yes, you get my dilemma,

but you're like me.

Josh said so.

A bad friend and a good friend
at the same time.

- How do you do it?
- I have no choice.

You were friends with Eliot.

Very best friends.

Now you can be
friends with me.

It'll be the same.

You can show me
how to be more like him.

No.

I love Eliot.

I would do anything for him,
even help you,

but you and I,
we won't ever be friends.

Unless you let me talk to him.

Prove he's still alive
in there.

I can't do that.

But you could let him go.

You could choose a new body.

But I like this one.

I like the way people
look at me,

and you and your friends

care so deeply
about what happens to it.

Why would I ever leave it?

- Hi.
- I'm here to see Bacchus.

Um...

Yeah, I don't know what
you're talking about. Um...

It's Ember's.

"Bacchanal" is the word
you're looking for.

Cut the crap, Shoshana.

It's me, Josh,
from the Bed-Stuy party.

Uh, oh, I...

I didn't think you'd
remember me.

Well, it's actually,
you know...

It's really good
that you're here,

'cause he's been darker
the last few weeks.

I think a friendly face
could really help.

Great.

Hey, Q?

Oh, my God.

Hey.

Where have you been?
We couldn't find you.

"Enrolled at Brakebills,"
she said,

fully aware of the irony.

I just, um...

I don't know
where to start. Uh...

Have you heard
anything about Alice?

No.

No, I mean,
not since she completely

screwed us over
at Blackspire, why?

Where is everyone else?

If the Library's
going to arrest us on sight,

how do we get one of these coins,
much less five?

I asked around,
so there might be another way.

The Library's official story
is that the McAllistair family

heroically turned magic
back on.

So, they gave them a free pass
to as many coins as they want.

They give them
these special cards

with no limits,
no questions asked.

Only a few of them exist,
and hedges

are calling them Black Cards.

We could steal one.

If you steal a credit card,

it only works
until it's reported stolen.

With something this valuable,

that's gonna happen
pretty damn quick.

Forgery, maybe?

Good enough to fool
the Library?

I used to know a guy,
a master counterfeiter.

The Beast killed him, but...

But that was in your timeline.

I did know Frankie
since before Brakebills,

so hopefully
your Penny did, too.

And hopefully he has
the same number.

Damn it.

I still have the DJ's phone.

Well, the good news
is your Penny

has the same password as me,

so, I'm downloading
his contacts right now.

Ugh. So many
Insta notifications.

Okay, I got his number.
I'll try him.

I can't log in.

It wants to send
a text message

to my old phone to confirm,

but if I had my old phone,

why the hell
would I be doing this?

Have you talked
to your dad lately?

I called him
from Brian's phone,

but nobody picked up.

Nobody answers their phone

when they don't recognize
the number, right?

You're probably right.

Guys, he picked up.

Oh, I don't think
you can park there.

Yeah, I don't think he cares.

Shit just always seems
to work out for Frankie.

Another timeline?

That's wild.

- I thought you were dead.
- Likewise.

So, the Frankie I knew
was a counterfeiter.

So am I, but for most jobs,

my skills are overkill.

Duping objects to fool
regular dopes is simple.

99% of the art you see
in museums is fake,

because, why waste
the real thing

on people who can't tell
the difference anyway?

Fooling magicians, though,

that's where
the special sauce comes in.

So, what's the MacGuffin?

A Library Black Card.

That's gonna take
a lot of sauce.

You know what?
Let me get that.

That's probably for me.

- Congratulations!
- Not now, guys.

You know what?
Actually, I'm gonna grab...

Thank you. Thanks.

Have a good one.

Are you gonna
explain that, or...

- Is it in your size?
- They're always my size.

Anyway, uh...
Library Black Card.

That's tricky,
but I can do it.

Yeah, what'll it cost us?

Whatever you're withdrawing
from the Library,

double it.

Ten Dewey coins?

That's like "raise an army
of the dead" level magic.

- That is a big ask.
- Yeah.

If my forgery works,
it won't matter.

Now, I'm gonna need
some stuff.

I'm gonna need at least two minutes
with a real Black Card

to use as a mold,
two Philly cheese steaks,

four liters of cherry soda,

not store brand.

- That's a deal breaker.
- I know, I know.

And at least a third
of a Dewey coin to get us started.

You need a battery
to get more batteries?

Yeah. Call it, uh, seed magic.

Oh, uh...

We can't exactly

walk into the Library
and just ask for one.

Well, there's a game of Push
happening tonight.

What's Push?

It's a card game.

High rollers play for Deweys,

but you can buy in for less.

Any of you good at cards?

A magic card game is hard
under normal circumstances,

but right now the Library's
only putting out enough magic

for small-scale spells.

I mean,
one big transformation,

and I'm gonna black out
the entire room.

Yeah, it's about efficiency.

Some magicians
are semi trucks,

guzzling magic
to do a simple spell.

Some of us are Priuses.

What are you?

A sensible, mid-sized...

What was the one that would
always explode?

Yeah, that.

Hey, can we back him up?

No, no, not, not me.

I can't even make a spark.

Well, I'm persona non grata

at Push games
in this city, so...

I just don't want to.

It's a one-on-one game,
anyway, so no backup.

But, uh, good luck.

What do you have
to wager?

It's a protection amulet.

It's sort of all-purpose.

It's not good enough.

If you can't buy in,
make room for somebody who can.

Uh, wait, um, he's a Traveler.

I'll wager his exclusive
services for 48 hours.

- A year.
- A month.

- Whoa. Hold on.
- I won't lose.

But you're a loser.

A month. No questions asked.

Welcome to the game.

Okay, the rules of Push
are simple.

It's like the game War.

Two players.

Each draws a card.

High card wins the hand.

When the deck is gone,
the game's over.

But the real art of the game
is knowing how to cheat.

See, a shuffled deck of cards

is not a fixed thing.

It's a cloud of possibilities.

And you can change the odds
if you know how.

Put the right card
into your hand,

or the wrong card
into your opponent's.

Wait, what is that?

Rules of poker.

You'll have to beat
three opponents

to win the whole thing.

Shall we?

The more probability spells
that you throw around,

the more improbable things
can get.

Be careful of those.

They killed Bobby Darin.

The final round is when
you play for the Dewey.

Breaking a tie is complicated.

Get the hats.

You throw cards into a hat,

and whichever ones you sink,
you score like a poker hand.

Straight flush.

I'm just saying,
what if he loses?

I'm a Traveler. I'll grab
the coin and blip away.

Yeah, and then the people
you just robbed

hunt you down and torture you.

So, why don't we
save that for plan B?

Listen, if you lose
this last hand, it's over.

- I think we need to be ready for plan B.
- No.

What is the point
of this display?

You've used up all
the ambient magic in the room.

I guess we'll just
have to play an honest game.

- Got it.
- Perfect.

Now the easy part.

Borrow a Black Card
to use as a template.

- Anything?
- No.

Why are we going along
with this?

Marina killed my mother.

That was a different Marina.

How different?

And we're just gonna hand her
a nuclear bomb?

What's the alternative?

We use it against her.

Where does that end?

I came here to get away
from that kind of shit.

You know, I'm getting really
sick of being the voice

in the back of the room
that everyone ignores.

The other me, Sam,

did whatever
she thought was right,

regardless of what
anybody else thought.

I get it.

Because where I came from,
everyone I cared about is dead.

No other voice to listen to
but mine.

But maybe Sam didn't care
what anyone else thought

because she's alone.

You aren't.

Whoa.

I got something here.

There's huge energy
coming off her purse.

It's gotta be the Black Card
in there.

Showtime.

Oh, excuse me, I'm...

I'm sorry.

Do I know you from somewhere?

I mean, I dabbled in acting.

What have I seen you in?

Let's just say some provocative films
of the 1970s.

Interesting.

All finished.

Great. Let's go.

Uh, there is one little thing.

That special sauce
I was talking about before.

Most forgers use
complicated illusion work.

That's not quite my thing.

Did a bird just
bring you a sandwich?

Yeah, I guess she did.

You want it?

Well, I mean, yeah, but...

But what the fuck, Frankie?

This is what
I'm talking about.

Luck is my discipline.

The forgeries I make give whoever's
holding them insanely good luck.

So, nobody even bothers
to checkif the thing is fake.

I've done the spellwork so many times,
I'm just sort of encrusted with it.

Luck is zero-sum, so all that bad luck
has got to go somewhere.

It goes into a bear?

Somebody, not me,
has to hold that

while the others bring
the Black Card to the Library.

And whoever's holding it
is gonna have a bad day.

- I'll do it.
- No, Jules. You don't have to. He...

It's okay.

It's hard to explain,
but I'm kind of bulletproof.

If anybody should have terrible luck,
it should be me.

Why are you bulletproof?

That's none of your business.

Pick it up.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
something's wrong.

Uh, whatever "none of my business"
shit is going on with you,

it's interfering with the fortune spell,
so set it down.

- Set it down!
- All right.

Ahh...

Looks like you
just volunteered.

You awake?

Nope.

It's time.

Anti-magic paint
on a magic lock.

Wish I had thought of that before
those book-sniffing bastards ruined Christmas.

Which way now?

I don't know.
Something isn't right.

This should continue straight.

Well, you made this map
by mind-controlling a cockroach.

Shouldn't we trust our eyes
rather than some shit-eating bug?

No, I think it's an illusion.

There's spellwork
on this wall.

Or it's a wall.

This is it.

The Books of Everyone.

You look for yours,
and I'll go look for my friends'.

I gotta tell you,

it is such a relief to take off
that Ember disguise.

So, what have I been missing
down on Earth?

It must be bad.
Your chakras are all fucked up.

Oh! Yeah.

- Uh, we got magic turned back on.
- Hey!

And, you know,
one of our friends just betrayed us.

Which is crazy, right?

Like, who would do that?

- Yeah.
- I got mind wiped.

Yeah, I was living as this other dude
named Isaac for months.

Um, that is exactly
kind of close to my situation.

So, I'm being hunted
by this douchebag Monster,

and, like, I need
a place to crash, right?

That's when I remember,

that squirrelly little
human friend of yours

said that he killed Ember,

and I'm like, "I could
take that guy's place."

Live to fuck another day,
you know?

It's kind of nice, you know?

Freeing to live
as someone else for a little bit.

Yeah, I guess.

You know, a famous cocksman
once told me,

"Once you've had quantity,
the only thing left is strange."

And, boy, is this place
full of strange.

I mean,
Isaac's life was great.

Lot of friends, big family.

But eventually, it all ends,

and your old life,

your old problems,

they catch up to you.

Or your problems

never find you and
the party goes on forever.

Oh!
Look at that, I'm dry.

Is that...
Did you make for me?

- Yes.
- Josh special?

Uh, yes, I made it for you.

You and me, Joshy,

we're the same.

We're born to be
the perfect hosts.

We want everyone around us
to have a good time, we make sure of it.

Nobody does the same for us.

Mmm-mmm.

This is to Josh, not to Isaac.

This is to the real you.

I'm sorry.

I pee-peed in it,

and you don't...
You don't drink that.

So...

This is the dumbest plan.

Frankie says
the disguises won't matter.

If the Black Card works,
nobody will question them.

I feel like an idiot.

Excuse me, sir.

You have a fresh look.

Have you considered modeling?

Okay, it's just soup.

Can't choke, it's not scalding.
It's totally safe.

Ugh! Look at that line.
This is gonna take forever.

I've been thinking,
while we're here,

we should get a bit extra.

Five for Marina,
five for Frankie, 10 for us.

We'd have to be insanely
lucky to get that much.

The more luck we get,

the more bad luck
Quentin gets.

When this is over,
the McAllistairs will still be after us.

We'll need to do
some major cloaking spell.

It could kill him.

Hey! There's a truck outside
giving out free ice cream!

I mean,
two extra coins can't hurt.

It's all good.
Soup spills all the time.

Thanks.

Damn it.

How the hell do you get
a paper cut from a paper towel?

Welcome. Hi.

So, how can I help you today?

We need 12 contained
current coins.

- Here.
- No, God.

Keep it away.

Everything looks in order.

Just need to check
one little thing.

Oh, shoot.

Did you hear something?

Where did it come from?

Out of the toilet.

All right, then,
I'll send this requisition

to the home office,
and they'll return your coins.

I thought you said
your phone wasn't working.

It's a voicemail from my mom.

Do you think...

Q?

It's got to be about my dad.
I'm not gonna...

No, Q, the bear.

Okay.

Oh.

Your request has been flagged
for follow-up with a supervisor.

Wait here, please.

A requisition follow-up
for you.

Christ, can it wait?

Fine.

Sorry, I can't see for shit.

Bloody thing's making me crazy.
Do you mind?

No, do your thing.

- What do I do?
- Just, please, don't listen to it

until we hear back
from Penny and Kady.

Oh, shit!

Oh, Jesus Christ,
now I've got it in backwards.

About those coins...

Listen,

the truth is, the red tape,
the paperwork,

it's, in my mind,
all just a wank.

You guys gonna
blow yourselves up?

- No.
- No?

Great.

Request approved.

Sorry about the inconvenience.

Thank you very much.
You have a good day.

Jesus, shit!

Okay, they did it.
Drop the bear!

It really came out of the...

I don't want to talk about it.

Thank you, brother.

I had a feeling things would work out,
because they always do.

By the way,
I'd destroy those ASAP.

They'll be out of juice soon,
but you don't want to take any chances.

I'm on it.

You nutsacked out, didn't you?

Oh, well, "pussied out"
makes perfect sense here?

Well, if you mean that I
couldn't go through with it,

then, yes, you're right.

Josh, we don't have
a choice here.

Now, where is the rest
of the ambrosia?

Fine.

But just know that Bacchus
will never drink anything you give him.

Oh, I'm not gonna give it
to Bacchus.

Yeah, I'm gonna dump it
in there.

Everyone will drink it.

Are you nuts?
There are over 100 people here.

You have no idea
what that will do to them.

Well, I'm pretty sure
it'll fucking kill them.

And I'll do it, unless you start
acting like a real pussy

and take one
for the fucking team.

Hey, uh,
I'm sorry about...

We've all peed
in things we regret.

I know gods are supposed
to be distant and unknowable,

but you're a good guy.

I wanna tell you a secret.

What did you put in this?

I found my book. Now let's get
the hell out of here.

I can't find
my friends' books.

"The following books have been removed
from circulation for revisions.

"Q. Coldwater, A. Quinn."

They're filling in
the endings of our books...

The pages that were missing
because of the Great Blank Spot.

Nick?

Hey, I'm sorry about your friends' books,
but this is our chance.

- Come with me.
- I can't.

I can't leave
without their books.

Well, I want to do the...

Look, just go while you still
have the chance, okay?

I can find the Revision Room
on my own.

For what it's worth,
you're still on my Nice List.

The fuck?

Do you remember me?

Because I don't.

I don't remember my name

or where I came from.

But I remember you.

You took something from me,
something important,

and then you threw me

in a cage,

and I would like

for you to explain.

You remember all that,

but you don't remember
what you are, what you did.

The word "monster"

has been thrown around.

That's right.

We put you
with the rest of your kind.

And I ate them.

You're kind of making my case
for me here.

We have the same parents.

Why am I a monster

and you're a god?

If you don't want to be
a monster, then let me go.

Give me back what you took

from me, and maybe I will.

I can't ever.

I'm sorry.

It was a part of me,
and now it's a part of you,

burning in your body.

Wait. Wait.

This world needs me.

Its god is dead.

You don't have to do this.

There's others.
There's still time.

We can figure something out.

It doesn't have to be me.

It doesn't have to...

What the fuck
did he just rip out of him?

Whatever it is,
to a fairy eye,

it's like staring
straight at the sun.

They're real.

Well, it's been a pleasure.

The trackers on us?

Not actually a thing.

You guys are too lawful good
to bitch out.

Marina.

I've been looking for you.

Excuse me, miss.
These are free to a good home.

Are you interested?

Hey, are you sure Marina's apartment's
the safest place for us to meet?

It's not Marina's.

It's mine.

What did you do?

I handled the problem.

Now, can we do
this cloaking spell

before the McAllistairs
show up and kill all of us?

Hey.

You haven't listened?

You know,
your bad luck's gone.

Safe as it'll ever be.

But that's not
what's really stopping you.

The other me,

Brian...

His dad died
when he was a kid.

He was too little
to even understand.

All of his problems
were like that.

No sharp edges.

Yeah.

Look at us.

We paid a hell
of a fucking price.

You gave up being a goddess.

I gave up my father.

What did we get in return?

Magic is back.

Mmm-mmm. Not in
the way that we wanted.

How are you not furious?

Because,
for almost everyone,

the world is
a little brighter.

Even if they never know why.

I hate the Library
for what they did.

But my part in it...
I knew what it cost.

And I'd do it again.

But you wouldn't.

Will you sit here
for a minute?

Yeah.

Hi, Quentin.

Sorry to leave a message
with bad news.

I need to talk to you
about your father.