All language subtitles for The Magicians S01E09

Previously on "The Magicians"...

It is the beast, isn't it?

And he's from Fillory,
which is real.

You want to know
what the beast wants?

He wants control of Fillory and
all the doors that lead there.

I gave you a book about it.

Stuff they're saying I did,
I don't remember.

Were you blacked out
when we met?

We need something
or someone to lean on

that is bigger than ourselves.

- What was that?
- Did it work?

It was more energy
than I've ever felt.

Still the same, determined,
little Jane Chatwin.

Eliza is dead.

She's the only one who could
actually give me answers.

There are no answers,

because we have no idea
what's going to happen next.

Dear Q.,

I don't need to tell you
how pissed at you I am.

Probably got the message
around the time

I incepted the shit out of you.

I don't understand
why we fell apart

after being friends forever.

Anyway, I'm sorry for my part.

I never meant
to really hurt you.

I put it down.
I got help.

I know you're not
supposed to say

the other person fucked up too,

but you fucked up too,

and it broke us,
and I hate you for that,

because I really miss us, Q.

I'm working on forgiving you.

Jules.

J., got your letter.

I guess we're both still mad.

But I'm glad you're okay.
I really am.

Take care of yourself.

It's not black and white, Julia.

It's all I thought about

all day when I was in there,

and it's all that I think about
now that I'm out.

Well, there's this sometimes
very handy thing called penance.

What, like 50 magic lashes?

That spell you used to get
inside your friend's mind,

do you remember it?

That's a perfect example

of something that can be used
to help instead of hurt.

If you're not afraid
to do the work--

I'm not.

Okay.

Q.?

You can't sleep?

I just, uh...

Eliza gave me the answer,

apparently, and I lost it.

"Fillory and Further,
Book Six."

And it was important,
and it just vanished.

So did you look for it?

Yeah, of course.
Everywhere. I...

Fillory is always deciding

when to let the Chatwins go

and deciding
when to kick them out,

because Ember and Umber--

Right, the twin gods of Fillory.

They get mean and
take everything away, I know.

Essentially, yeah.

They have their reasons.

But that's what happened
to the manuscript.

For some reason,
I didn't deserve it.

It's a manuscript, not a
referendum on your character.

No. I--

- In the books--
- So you lost it.

What do you do
when you lose something?

So you had it the whole time.

I don't know what you're
yapping about, as usual.

"Book Six."

The day we met, you said
you had nothing to do with it.

Like I said, it wasn't me.

Want to get that thing
out of my face?

Ugh, fine.
I took the stupid thing.

I was bored.
It was there.

Now it's gone.

Gone?
What do you mean, it's gone?

I mean I read it.

I spilled my beer on it.

I tossed it in the trash,

and then I went
and got another beer.

Unbelievable.
That's unbelievable.

Wait.
You said you read it.

- Do you--do you remember it?
- Ish.

This is important.
Okay, I need you--

I need to punch you
in the throat

if you tell me
what I need to do.

The Beast is trying
to pick us both off.

You've got the scars
to prove it.

I don't understand why
we can't just be basic allies.

You can't possibly
want to be a dick

more than you want to live.
I--

What did Plover say in the book?
Come on.

First of all,
what's-his-name didn't write it.

Plover.
Christopher Plover.

The girl did.

Jane Chatwin.

Wrote "Book Six"?
Holy shit.

Yeah, she started off by saying

that the other books are wrong

and she wanted to go back
and clarify some shit.

Wrong in what way?

Um, this--this was
the summer that the mom died,

and they were hanging out
in Plover's mansion,

eating crumpets.

Right. Um...

Jane and Martin opened a closet,

and they went to Fillory.

No. Martin didn't go.

Fillory kept forgetting him.

- Forgetting him?
- Yeah.

Martin was crying
like a little bitch

about Fillory
not wanting him anymore,

and Jane said hang tight
and she'll find some way

that Martin can go back
to Fillory anytime he wanted.

Yeah, and there were,
like, creatures or something.

Questing Creature--
if you catch one,

they're forced
to grant you a wish.

There's seven of them.
There's a dog, a rabbit--

Stop!

I'm literally becoming less cool
with every word you speak.

So I assume she had
her enchanted bow

so that she could
actually get one.

Uh...

Yes, right. Yes.

Stop, or I'll shoot.

Hello, human child.

It was a dog.

I need a key
to unlock the door to Fillory.

- I caught you, dog.
- No, wait.

Not a dog.

It was a pig.

By decree of Ember and Umber,

you must give me what I ask.

Wrong. No.
What was it?

- Back up.
- Ah, for fuck sake.

Hello, human child.

I caught you.

Give me what I ask.

Did it work?

As you wish, so shall it be.

Wait.
So the button is the key?

- Well, this all makes sense.
- It does?

In the last book,
Martin--

he's obsessed with finding
the lost button.

He's tearing
Plover's house apart.

The message boards are insane,
um, with different theories,

because the books--they just say
that the button's magic.

They don't--they don't--
nothing specific about it.

- Oh, this is huge.
- Why is this huge?

Because it could still
be there at Plover's house.

Martin never found it.
We could--

Whoa, you are talking
about a direct ticket

to The fucking Beast.

Better than him
having one to us.

Look, this is in a manuscript
that you're probably

the only person
to have ever read.

There's a chance
the button's still there.

I'm going,

and like it or not,
Penny, you should come.

I'm coming too.

Okay.

So what's the quickest way
to England?

Ooh, Penny, do you--

Dick.

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Great.
I'll--I'll pack.

I'm sure we can
find a direct flight.

- To where?
- Uh...

Scurry along, Ronald.

Raymond.

Raymond.
Have a great day.

Uh...
So you seem good.

Could use a top-up.

So where are you
flying off to, exactly?

Uh, England.

Oh, you don't need a plane.

Margo and I made a door directly
to our favorite pub.

You can get to where
you need to go from there.

I'll show you if you take me.

Margo's still in Ibiza.

Ronald gives terrible head.

It's not his fault.
TMJ.

I'm bored.

- You don't even know what--
- I'll catch up.

How are you today, Keira?
I brought a friend.

I've been working on
that thing we talked about.

Julia's here to help.
You want to lock the door?

Yeah.

Keira, I want you to think
of somewhere that you love.

We're going to create that place
together in your mind.

She can hear us, right?

Julia's gonna meet you there.

She's experienced
in mental projection.

I wouldn't call it a specialty.

If anything goes pear-shaped,
I'll pull you right back.

Richard?

Keira?

Hello?

Richard, I'm stuck!
Someone get me out of here!

We screwed up.

Someone saw "Kill Bill."

Keira, Keira,

if you don't want me in here,
then just let me go.

I know shit Uma didn't know...

Like how to become
impervious to fire,

so I will walk
right out of here.

Are you Richard's friend?

What the hell was that?

Needed to see
if you were any good

before I let you near me.

What is it with Magicians
and tests?

Here.
You need a pen.

Did Richard tell you who I am?

Just that you're
extremely smart.

I can barely comprehend this.

Can you tell it doesn't work?

There was an answer.
I could feel it.

I couldn't get there.
Then my body turned on me.

- How long have you--
- Year.

But I still have this.

So I sat and did the rest of it.

You finished this in your mind?

I talk. You write.

And when you go back out,
remember what you wrote.

Yeah, yeah.

Um...

Fire at will.

Okay.
So we start pretty simply.

The framework from Popper 45.

Okay.

This estate has been
in the Plover family

for five generations.

Christopher Plover, already
a prolific and respected author,

was looking for inspiration
for his new book

when Jane Martin
and Rupert Chatwin

moved in next door.

- Not exactly.
- Excuse me?

Question from the back.

No, not a question,
more of a correction.

The kids got there first,
Jane and Martin,

and then Rupert got injured.

Ah, we have ourselves an expert.

- Now--
- And Plover's previous work,

uh, he--well, he only got
rejections for it.

It just didn't really
show the depth

of the "Fillory and Further"
series.

Stay closer.

I'm not sure I can
do this tour without you.

Now we have some pictures
of the Plover family.

Plover's sister Prudence

cared for him until
his untimely death in 1952.

Stay with the group, please.

Not all rooms
are for public viewing.

Prudence said Christopher
so understood children

because of his own
tragic childhood.

He aided many families
in the area

and paid for the education
of his housekeeper's children,

George and Beatrix.

Not only did he write
for the Chatwins,

but he took them in briefly
when their mother died.

Legend has it Jane
walked through a closet

in this very house
to get to Fillory.

Follow me to the writing room.

This is where Fillory was born,

where Plover told tales
to Jane and Martin.

As Plover wrote,
"There is no substitute

for a childhood of adventure,

warmth, and love."

You will never be a man.

All right,
let's find this button

and get out of here.

Shall we proceed,
criminal element?

This is where he wrote it,

right here.

This desk saved my life.

So I liked the books
when I was a kid,

and my friend Julia and I,

we'd pretend to be
Jane and Martin and...

So I was 16 the first time
I was hospitalized.

I just--I couldn't get
out of bed, like, at all.

I didn't know that.

My brain breaks sometimes.

And my dad brought me the books,
and I read them,

and I felt enough
like me to at least

try to get back
in the game, you know?

Do you still feel like that?

Broken brain?

I feel like...

I don't feel
that it really fixes.

It just works better now

in its own screwed up way.

Hey, would you break up
with me if I told you

that I've never been happier
in my entire life?

Guys, stop lovebirding and look.

Boring, boring...

- Completely boring.
- Hey, this could be something.

It's a letter
from Prudence, his sister,

to their lawyer.

Plover died
of a heart attack in 1952,

but this is all about
how he's missing, not dead.

She wants a death
certificate issued.

Whoa.

Holy shit.
They lied.

Why would she lie if the--

Rumors about Plover.

He--there are these kids
that were missing--

kids that knew Plover,

and in his absence,
people were talking,

and the longer that
they stayed vanished,

the more people started
connecting them in a bad way.

No, I bet it's more
complicated than that, right?

Well, because--because
Fillory is actually real.

Exactly, and Plover was crushed

that the Chatwins were missing,

because he knew exactly
where they went.

I love a good cover-up.

And the books
were already getting famous,

so maybe it was easier
just to say he died, I guess.

So what happened to him?

I got a theory.

McCabe, Livingston, Ali, Popper.

Oh, my God.

- He was studying magic.
- Yeah.

I guess that never made it
to the message boards.

But check this out.

Kaminsky, Umar,

Aurora.

I've never even heard of those.

Of course, you haven't.
You're not a traveler.

It's the entire 101.

- Plover was a traveler?
- Or he wanted to be.

I mean, you go one inch wrong,

you're torn to shreds.

This is amazing.

- What if--
- Try this.

Plover's an idiot, like you,

who wanted to go
to Fillory, like you,

so he tries a spell
and gets blown up.

Or it worked.

Fantastic to idiots.

You want some?
It never empties.

Trapped here. Help us.

Trapped here.
Help us.

- Alice--
- Shh.

Don't you hear that?

What in God's name
are you doing?

You set off the alarms. You have
to get out of here this instant.

Okay. Look.

Is this something that
can be fixed with money?

But you're not listening.

Are you mad, or are you scared?

You shouldn't be here
at night, so please--

What really happened to Plover?

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

Yes, you do.

Ugh, he's so panicked,

I can't make sense
of anything he's thinking.

Okay.
Enough of this.

I'm a super villain.

- Now talk.
- Okay.

But then we need to go.

Plover--what was
the real deal?

He was involved
in some dark things.

There's a book.
It's hidden in the writing room.

Yeah.
I think we found it.

Prudence--she didn't
want anyone to know

the unnatural things
that her brother--

Oh, no!

- Oh, my God.
- Where did they go?

Whoa.

Okay, then.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

All in favor?

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Penny.

Alice and Eliot.

Fuck me.

So where did Richard find you?

Brakebills?

Rehab.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I, uh...didn't go
to school for this.

You sound bitter.

You caught that.

You know, I didn't
go to school either.

Come on.

Well, I went to MIT,

but I didn't study
a lick of magic in school.

- This is brilliant.
- Magic is science.

Hard to crack on your own,

but far from impossible,
if you have the natural bent.

Yeah.

You know, sometimes,
I wonder if I do...

have it naturally.

What if it's all
just one big party trick

that never adds up to anything?

So?
What if it doesn't?

You know what I think
about when I'm in here?

This one day in this park
with my girlfriend.

We sat here in the rain

doing this dumb little spell
over and over,

making a rainbow
that lasted ten seconds.

Sounds lovely.

It was.

Best day of my life.

What's yours?

Here.

While you and Richard
are juicing me up, show me.

I was ten
with my friend Quentin.

No one bothered us under here.
It was like we were invisible.

We'd read "Fillory" books
for hours.

I loved those.

One day, we made this

like we were gonna go visit.

We were playing,
but it felt real.

See this.

Chase this.

It's the secret
to how to be you.

Okay. Back to the park.

Let's finish this puppy.

Alice?

Eliot?

- Alice!
- Chill, man.

They can handle themselves.

Shh, shh!

What the hell was that?

This house is haunted
as balls, is what that is.

Come in here, please.

Okay...

Hello?

Anyone or anything?

Okay, Jesus, we get it.

There are ghosts in here.

I tag you.

You're it.

What just happened?

I tag you.
You're it.

Do we go with this?

What other option do we have?

Okay, this is a little kinky,
even for me.

Would you care for refreshment?

Oh, um, okay, sure.
Sounds divine.

Mmm. Okay.

Thank you.

We must get these things
off our hands.

Do you know Popper 29 yet?

No magic in the house.

Be good, or she'll take you
to the quiet place.

We'll be good.
Right, Eliot?

Mm, yeah, you're the boss, kid.

She's coming.

Stop doing that.

My brother is too soft,

caring for you when he
needs peace to work.

He has no idea
how naughty you truly are.

Now drink your tea.

Drink it.

No.
I'm over here.

Holy shit,
that's Christopher Plover.

Is it just me,
or does it feel like

we're being shown something,
like how it was?

Yeah, the time slip.

You say that like,
"Yeah, a sunrise."

Sunderland talks
about it all the time.

She has a PhD in hauntings.

Her favorite thing
about a haunted house is,

you get these ghost movies
of the past running on a loop.

You see shit like it was.

I didn't know any of that.

Of course not.
You're an idiot.

Oh, my God, it's her.

It's a tiny chick in a beret.

Slow down, Jane.

That's Jane and Martin
from the books.

- Nerdgasm.
- This makes sense.

Plover took them in,
and they spent their days

playing with
the housekeeper's kids.

Martin--he was, like,
really sick that summer--

Martin, hurry!

Janey, wait for me.

Wait, no.
I'm coming with you.

Why won't you take me?

Ember, Umber, why won't you
let me in anymore?

I try to be good.

Martin, are you all right?

Where's Jane?

Fillory.

What's wrong with me?

Nothing.

Some things just aren't fair.

We can't make sense of them.

Let's have tea, hmm?
Come on.

Us left-behinds
ought to stick together.

She's coming.
We need to hide.

Quentin?

Okay, I'm getting
the fuck out of here.

What did I tell you children

about disturbing
Mr. Plover?

Great.

No talking in the quiet place.

Lady, I don't know
who you think I am, but--

Insolent is what you are.

I've told you I'll sew it shut.

Alice.

Hey, hey, we need to hustle.

Mrs. Danvers could come back.

Oh, my God.

Do you know what this is?

A vaguely whimsical horror show?

She did this.

She really did this to
the children--Plover's sister.

She tied them up
and drugged them

so that they wouldn't
disturb his work.

Okay, well, maybe ghost girl
can tell us where the button is.

Hey, Beatrix?

Beatrix, hey.

My tummy feels bad.

Beatrix, it's okay.

- How can we help her?
- I don't think we can.

Well, I guess we know
how she died.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

It's okay.
It's over.

It's been over for a long time.

No, no, no, no.
Not for her.

She just keeps reliving it
over and over.

- We have to--
- We have to go.

We have to go.

It's not the same.

Yeah, I know.
I'm sorry.

Here, have another.

Hmm.

Let's spoil our dinner, hmm?

Oh, shall we work a little?

I think that might be nice.

Do you think that might be nice?

Martin, Mr. Plover,
I'm back.

I was in Fillory.

Martin, I brought you
what you asked for.

- You must have a look.
- We'll be right back, sir.

She's dragging mud
all over the floor.

Stop that.
You're pinching me.

- You've got it?
- Yes.

Let's go show Mr. Plover.

No, please.
Let's not.

For me.

The button's a key.

I know you're here.

I know you're spying on us.

George, come out.

Take this.

It's a game, George.

How well can you
hide the button?

All right.

Well, I--I won't forget
any of it, so...

I know you won't.

Can I give you a little
advice in return?

- Yeah.
- Forget that school.

The world never did help
a smart girl.

Why would it?

We scare the shit
out of the world.

If the world goes after you,
take it as a compliment.

You know, I could come back.
We could--we could do more.

- This was really the big one.
- No, I know.

I just--I just--you know,
I'm sure you have more things--

I do need one other thing.

Yeah, sure.
Anything.

Kill me.

That's--that's crazy.

I'm allowed to be done.

- No. I can't.
- Well, I need you to.

You knew.

You knew, and you did--

No, I did not sign up for this.

Then what?
Pleasantries?

No, how about
not killing anyone?

What do you think redemption
looks like, Julia?

Being nice?
Donating shoes to Africa?

You think that really burns
the tumors off your soul?

What if she's wrong?

You know, what if a Magician
finds a cure tomorrow?

What if there really is a hell
and this takes me there?

You're already in hell.
So is she.

What am I supposed to do?

Whichever's hardest.

Oh, thank you.

Drink up, Jane, and eat.

You must be famished.

Jane, don't you want to join us?

Oh, she's tired.

That's all right.

You go ahead, Martin,
like last time.

I don't know if I want to.

Remember when I took
you and your sister

to town for cinema?

Bought her that dress
she wanted.

Yes.
We're grateful.

When I was a boy,

I didn't have anyone
who thought about me.

I saw it wouldn't happen
to any child I cared about.

I care about you, Martin.

Come on, in front of the camera.

Give me a smile.

Mm.

Oh, I have the best news.

I am so close
to figuring it all out.

Wild magic,

too strong to do
with human hands.

I'd have to grow another finger.

Can you imagine?

Of course, there's
spellwork for that too,

if I can master it.

All right, you can go ahead
and take that off now.

Trousers too, darling.
All of it.

I think the solution
to all our problems

lies in Fillory.

I need to go there with you.

- But--
- I know.

It's been for you kids.

But I think we could
find a way to go.

We could be together.

You're a lovely boy, Martin.

Now turn around.

They play like that
all the time.

A whole pile of naughty pictures

hidden in the dictionary.

Oh, no.
The mean lady.

- Little spy!
- I didn't see anything!

- I swear.
- May God punish you.

- My brother is a good man.
- No.

You all hound him.
It's your fault.

Stop.
Leave him alone.

Hmm.

To the quiet place,

for the best.

- We should go back in there.
- Shh.

I'm trying to think,
and I'm out of cigarettes.

This is dire.

Oh, my God.
You're okay.

We're great.
We're both great, actually.

Where's Penny?

Knowing him, Disneyland by now.

What if he got to Fillory?

What did he do to Martin?

What are you talking about?

I saw something
in there--

who Plover really was,

what he was doing
to Martin Chatwin.

What...was he doing?

Oh, God.

The poor kid, he was just trying

to get a button to Fillory,

you know, so he could escape
this monster, who, by the way,

generations of idiots like me
have been worshiping

like a literary god...

who was...learning magic

to get stronger, to travel,

who was wanting to grow
extra fingers for spells.

Grow fingers?
Like--

What if The Beast
wasn't from Fillory?

What if he went there
because he had access

via these kids who he liked
to tell stories to

when he wasn't drugging
and raping them?

Jesus.

Well, I still have
the capacity to be surprised.

We thought you ditched us.

What happened to you?

Man, I traveled into
a fuck tree about a mile off,

getting away from that
crazy Prudence's dungeon.

Not so precise
with the travel, huh?

Shut up.

Wait, what do you mean, dungeon?

I mean some
dirt-floor basement

bitch calls the quiet place,

'cause that's not
fuck psychotic.

There's a storm cellar
around the back.

That's where she took
the housekeeper's kid.

He's got the button
in his pocket.

- Let's go.
- Whoa.

That's a great idea if you want
Prudence to grab us immediately.

- Dislike.
- Okay.

I know what to do about her.

Give me a ten-minute head start,
and then head to the cellar.

What are you doing
out of the playroom?

This is going well.

- Where the hell's Quentin?
- He's coming.

You're all going
to the quiet place.

Hey, Prudence!

I heard the nastiest rumor

about your brother.

Okay, fine, but there are
about 48 more of those

that I just hid
all over the house.

I'm gonna make sure
everyone knows exactly

what Christopher Plover did.

No.

Okay.

Well, that bought us
about ten minutes.

Let's go dig up a dead body.

It's done.

Richard and I,
we--

So this is what that's like.

Do you want me to stay?

So you're found
meditating in my room

next to my overdosed corpse?

Yeah, well, when you
put it like that...

Bye, Julia.

Have a good life.

We'd better go.

Quentin.

We have to go back.

- Come on.
- We have to go back, Quentin.

And do what, exactly?

Help those children.

You can't seriously be thinking
of leaving them there.

They were there
before we were born.

Trapped.

This is exactly
the kind of thing

that we should be able to fix.

There are ways
to clear a haunted house.

The house, yes.

It doesn't help with the ghosts.

There are rituals
in every civilization.

To prevent this, not reverse it.

We have to help them.

There has to be something.

Those kids--
they did nothing.

That is so unfair.

- You don't say.
- You're not helping.

I'm the only one helping.

Life ain't fair.

Why in the high, holy fuck
should death be any different?

Thinking that you can
change anything--

it's such an act
of monumental ego.

I mean, who the fuck
do you think you really are?

I mean, you're just some
arrogant, little twat.

- So suck it up.
- Shut the fuck up.

Vix,

if we're gonna go, we got to go.

Okay.

Come on.

Thanks, but I'm okay.

No, you're not.

Okay, I'm not.

Are you okay?

No.

I've been freaked about The
Beast since that day, you know?

I've been worried about myself,

and now that we know
who he is, what he is,

what he did to those kids,
Martin, I just...

I want to kill him, you know?

I want to--I want to step
through the nearest clock,

and I want to wring his neck.

Okay.

Let's see this button.

It looks so ordinary.

No, I feel something
coming off of it...

hard.

You guys really don't feel that?

Maybe you should put it away.

Hey, don't talk to me
like I'm you.

Mayakovsky trained me himself.

I stay put until
I want to go, period.

Told him not to do that.