All language subtitles for The Magicians - 03x05 - A Life In The Day

Previously on "The Magicians"...

I wouldn't. Playing with time
is such difficult magic.

This is Jane Chatwin, all grown up.

We know about the time loops
that you keep making.

- As you should by now.
- Prince Ess of Loria.

I like you.

Tick, you're going to go
to that fairy repellent hallway

and you're gonna grind
one of those bricks to dust.

You're gonna put it
in the fairy queen's bath.

I'm gonna cut out her heart and eat it.

No, come on, Penny.
Don't... don't... Come on.

I was astral projecting.

I wasn't in my body when I died.

Thank you.

You're missing the signs, Julia.

Help her, now.

Jesus.

Kady!

We've been... we've been
calling it the Truth Key,

'cause it... well, it reveals truths.

Mm, I can handle a little truth.

Oh, hey, Penny.

Wait!...

Hi.

I was just leaving.

Okay.

Oh, hey, wait. I, um...

Um...

Um, don't talk shit on Penny.

He's... he's here. He's coming with me.

Oh. Okay.

Um, hi, Penny.

Right, sorry. Um...

You heard about Brakebills, right?

Well, it turns out, the Physical Cottage

has been, like,
magically moved so many times

that, uh, there's no valid deed on it,

so, like, you can't sell something
that you don't own, so we can, um...

Um, I'm sorry.

I'm sor... sorry. I'm not
trying to make it weird.

It's just weird now.

It just is. It's just weird.

Sorry.

So I'm gonna take the key so I can
see Penny, and I'll bring it back.

Okay.

- You guys have fun.
- Mm-hmm.

Sorry. I thought you went to rehab.

Uh, this is where they stick you
when you don't have insurance.

The upside?

I'm the least crazy person in here.

What do you want?

Hold this.

Why?

Oh, my God!

No. No, no, no, wait!

You just need to hold this.

Oh, my God.

I'm Just gonna give you two a moment.

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

Look, I know it's weird, but

at least I'm not stuck
in the fucking Underworld

for a billion years.

Why are you acting
like this is good news?

Because...

I'm not dead.

Yeah, well, I almost was.

Look... look at me.
Look at where I am.

I know.

And I'm sorry.

I tried to save you,

and I failed,

and it broke me,

and now... now you're... you're...

You're... you're what...
some kind of ghost?

Astral projection.

What's the fucking difference?

I-I can't... I can't touch you.

I can't even see you
without holding a key

that makes me physically ill.

I can't...

I...

Look, I'm here. That's all.

God, when does this end?

Let me help you.

How are you gonna help me?

Huh?

You're the reason I'm in here, Penny.

Don't you fucking get that?

No, I have to put myself back together.

- Yeah, but, Kady, I...
- No.

If you say "I love you," I swear to God,

I will find a way to kill you.

At least then, this would be over.

Whatever happens,

remind me never to take
your advice again.

Let's go.

I'm sorry. You sent
Fen and Fray into the City?

They're gonna get eaten alive.

She is a knife maker's daughter.
She can handle herself.

Besides, I sent them with Todd,

so it's not like
I'm completely irresponsible.

Look, if you really want
to talk about this

instead of getting over Alice,
then we can, but...

I'm sorry. Look...

I know that it's all shitty
right now, but...

At least we're doing
whatever we can to fix it.

Right?

And when we do, maybe Alice will act

like someone I recognize.

On the plus, you didn't exaggerate.

This book is strangely compelling,

yet incomplete.

Yeah, it's a one-step-at-a-time quest.

Um...

Okay, so the chapter, right?

It's about the Daughter's training

to become a knight, right?

And it is... it's sort of fascinating

how it plays with the classic
trope of the hero's journey.

Right. Cute. Where do we get the key?

Um...

Right here.

Oh, yeah.

- Familiar?
- Mm-hmm.

It's the Mosaic.

What's the Mosaic?

The Mosaic.

- The puzzle.
- Nope.

It's...

You use tiles...

Are you kidding me? You use
the tiles to create a design

that reflects the beauty of all life,

and when you do,
there's a-a mystery prize.

You've... really,
you've never heard of this?

"The beauty of all life"?

Sounds appropriately vague
and impossible.

What's the prize?

A so-called key to greater magic.

Don't you love it when the metaphors

turn out to be literal? Let's go.

El, it's in Fillory.

Psst!

You look nervous.

Why would I be nervous?

I only collected a substance

I must assume the fairy queen
would kill me for having...

Shh.

Ovary up, Tick.

Let me see the jar.

Having scraped from the very walls
she is violently allergic to.

Nicely done. We need more.

This took me seven hours.

So seven more hours should be easy.

We only get one shot
to slip this in her bath.

High Queen Margo.

Join me, won't you?

All right. You want to tell me
what the fuck is going on here?

A leader as brave and cunning
as yourself

knows that she needs alliances
in order to grow her kingdom.

Does she?

Consider this a wedding gift.

Well, don't just stand there.

You've got to get ready for your guests.

Oh, fucking balls.

The Magicians
03x05 - A Life In The Day
Original Air Date - February 07, 2018

On Earth, we tend to meet the
people we're gonna marry first,

or at least know where they come from.

Surely you've heard of the
Tribe of The Floating Mountain.

I mean, vaguely.

I was told they're marauding
dickholes who steal stuff.

Well, thanks to the loss of
magic, their mountain crashed

and is now an island off your coast.

Their army, however,

numbers 4,000 spears.

Marry into the tribe, it's yours.

Look, somebody already tried to trick me

into the whole
"alliance by wedding" thing.

I passed.

You had a choice back then.

Being a queen

means sacrificing for your people.

Get used to it.

Do you want to enlighten me
as to why you give a queef

whether I marry
some mountain turd or not?

No, I don't.

High Queen Margo.

Jesus.

You scared me.

Were you talking to someone?

No, I just didn't expect
to see you there.

True.

Haven't seen you since...

After our own little near-miss,

I'm a little surprised to see you
running off to the altar so soon.

I hear you there.

I mean, The Floating Mountain?

They don't have much
in the way of resources.

They have a real big army.

Well, whatever you plan on
doing with all that manpower,

I certainly hope it doesn't put
us on opposite sides.

High King Eliot and your dad
forged an alliance.

Nothing's changed.

Is this about the time that we banged

and then I opted out of marrying you?

Your insecurity is showing, babe.

That was purely political.

But if we'd had another round,

I'm certain my charms
would lead you to reconsider...

my queen.

I look forward to our future talks.

Your Queeniness, the groom's
wedding party has arrived,

and taken it upon themselves

to set up camp
in your very favorite hallway.

I fear there is no way to
complete the task we discussed.

Shit.

We have to figure out another weapon.

In the meantime,

I need the fastest bunnies you got.

So we know that this
is a portal to Fillory...

or was.

Um, so I figured, you know,
stick the key in...

- Mm.
- Wind it, and...

- Logical.
- Right.

Except that there is not a...

you know, there's no keyhole anywhere.

- It's chain-wound.
- Huh?

I took an elective in Horomancy.

At castle. Getting married.

Well, hello, there,
little plot development.

At castle. Getting married.

Does that sound like Margo to you?

Uh?...

Need help now, dickwads.

Definitely Bambi.

Okay, we have to find a way to get there.

Um, uh, do you think that the key

can create a portal to Fillory somehow?

- Eliot, look.
- Oh.

I guess this is my cue.

Okay...

Okay.

Well, we should wait
and gather the troops, right?

Go time.

Guess this leg of the quest
is you and me.

Okay.

Okay, well, I hope that was
the right choice,

'cause the portal just closed.

Do you feel that?

Yeah.

Whoa.

Oh, my God.

Magic.

- Magic. Ha!
- Eliot.

- What?
- They...

How is it back?

It's not back.

Um, was, is that...

They're constructing the north spire.

Which was built in, uh...

Decades before the Chatwins arrived.

We're...

in Fillory in the past.

Ah, shit.

So, in the Fillory books, Jane, um,

she decides to try the Mosaic, right?

Uh, but she's too late.

Someone had already solved it first.

Who?

Well, I don't know, but maybe it's us,

and that's why we're here now.

I don't know. Time travel
only really makes sense to me

when I'm on a good deal of peyote.

Yoo-hoo.

Hiya.

It's all yours...

if you don't mind wasting
your gods-damn time.

Oh. Well...

auspicious signs abound.

Ay.

All right, so 784 tiles in 15 colors.

Uh, so that's 784 factorial,

- uh, divided by...
- Seriously?

You're trying to calculate
the beauty of all life?

Uh, well, I'm just trying
to see what we're in for.

There's a finite set
of possible solutions, so...

Um...

Okay, yeah, that's a lot of zeroes.

Um, how many zeroes?

- Uh, to be exact?
- Yeah.

A shitload.

The mother of your
soon-to-be prince consort

wishes to meet with you.

Yeah, thanks. Not in the mood.

May I present, from the Tribe
of The Floating Mountain.

That Is No Longer Floating,

Lady Agate Grey the Stone Queen?

Greetings, High Queen Margo.

Um, hey, Stone Queen.

I'm actually glad you're here.

I'd like to discuss
postponing the nuptials.

Well, I was led to believe this
was a matter of some urgency.

And who led you to believe that?

A mutual royal friend.

Very pale.

Look, I'm sure your armies
are super great.

It's just...

My own wedding was so long ago,

I forget how nervous a bride can be.

Perhaps we forego superstition

and let you meet my son
before the ceremony.

Unless you think that's too forward?

Fine.

I'd love to meet the man I'm
gonna marry in a couple hours.

Wonderful.

Invite the rest in.

Oh, stand up straight, darling.

May I present Prince Fomar.

Okay, no.

Uh-huh. Too freaky, even for me.

Oh, no, Your Highness, of course not.

Fomar is far too young.

Mother.

A pebble's time will come, dear.

Fomar will be your brother-in-law.

Your betrothed...

Prince Micah.

Greetings, my queen.

May our great mountain

find its way
through your fertile valley.

Hello, Prince Micah.

Why don't you two take a moment

to get to know each other... alone.

Let's go. Come on.

How can I make this right
for you, my queen?

Are you one of those sick fuck princes

who likes to shoot girls with arrows,

or am I gonna wake up tomorrow
chained to a wall?

If you are, I will free you,
if you command.

You are a woman.

Okay.

Since you mention women, let's discuss.

Our women are leaders.

They are the cave, full of wisdom.

Men are the boulder, full of strength.

The spear with the boulder...

Yeah, okay.

I get the idea.

So, matriarchy, huh?

Society where women
hold the primary power.

Is that not the way it is
everywhere, my queen?

It is.

I still don't understand why we
have to do this in the same room.

It's a Floater custom, ma'am,
and it has its advantages.

Oh, my queen.

I am unharmed, and you?

I'm good.

Um, one sec, okay?

Are you seriously accusing me
of trying to kill Micah?

Why in Loria's name would I do that?

I don't know. Why would you?

You know, you didn't
seem all that excited

about the wedding yourself
last time we talked.

Are you suggesting I did it?

Is your war council getting afraid

of our alliance with the Floaters?

You told me we had nothing to fear.

And you told me you'd win me with charm.

If I'd actually tried to kill
that walking jawline, he'd be dead.

It's not the first time
you've waltzed in

and tried to kill someone
to get your way.

Spoken like someone who's
really starting to miss me.

Honey...

you ain't even top 50,

and you ain't getting another
chance to kill my husband.

Guards!

Lock him up.

And be a little rough about it.

Yeah, they're still not moving, Q.

Son of a...

I checked...

Look, I've checked the Circumstances,

and the Slavic is perfect.

It should work. I don't...

Unless magic doesn't work on this.

Great. Brought back to a time
when magic exists

except on the one thing
that we need it to.

Okay, okay, so... so what?

We do it the old-fashioned way.
We're smart. We can do hard things.

This is an impossible thing, Eliot.

We have to show the beauty of all life.

- The beauty of all life?
- Yeah.

What does that mean, and how are
we supposed to show it with tiles?

We're not gonna show it with
fucking math, Quentin!

- This is the stupidest puzzle!
- No, no, no.

- I...
- This is our quest.

We have to do it ourselves.

I'm not saying that
it's not gonna take a while.

Logic this with me for one second, okay?

Jane came along too late, right?

Someone came to the Mosaic and solved it

before she even got here...

gets here... will get here.

You tried to convince me
that someone was us.

Yeah, but I didn't think that
it was gonna take a decade.

Well, in the absence of a better option,
let's... let's at least try, huh?

Is Penny with you?

He needed some time to himself.

What are you doing?

Uh, I've just been trying to figure
out this thing that Penny told me...

uh, something that he saw
in the astral plane.

These aren't magic. These are religion.

Yeah.

We're in that territory.

Alice needs your help.

Who are you?

Help her, Julia.

What the fuck?

Okay.

Let's go get a drink. Yeah?

Everyone, gather around.

Greetings, Fillorians, Floaters.

We gather to join two great lands.

High Queen Margo,

do you take Micah

of the Tribe of The Floating Mountain...

That Is No Longer Floating

to be yours,

binding your houses together
for eternity?

Oh, what the hell?

Traditional Earth saying.

Prince Micah,

do you take Margo of the Tribe of Hanson

to be yours,

binding your houses together
for eternity?

I do.

When the rock crumbles in our hand,

we must reach for the next.

Pickwick, continue, per custom.

What?

Yes, yes, of course, you're right.

What are you talking about?

What custom?

Uh, when tragedy befalls
a royal wedding,

it is the solemn duty of the
surviving sibling to carry out...

- What?
- It is my duty

and honor

to take the place of my...

late brother.

But he... he fucking killed him.

- He murdered his own brother!
- That does not affect my duty.

Are you people all crazy?

Marry him...

now.

Please, please, please, please, please...

God damn it!

I'm done.

Okay.

Just don't take it apart
until I write it down.

Okay.

God damn it.

I'll write it down.

Okay, yeah, so you just fill in...

- fill that in with red.
- Oh, my God.

You know, you're not going
to get very far

if you're this frustrated after 14 days.

How are you not?

Oh, Q.

You know the answer.

Can you imagine Margo
putting up with this tedium?

No, not even a little.

She'd have blown it up day two.

What is that, anyway?

You know, not everything

has to look like something, Eliot.

Ah, it's the eternal argument.

Realism versus abstract expressionism.

Mm, okay.

Green.

Green.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, green one.

There.

No, no, there.

- There?
- No.

There.

Just kidding. You had it right
the first time.

You know what? I'll tell you
where I'll put this.

Yeah? Come at me, Coldwater.

Peaches? Plums?

Arielle.

I'm Eliot.

- This is my friend, Quentin.
- Hi, there.

Hi.

Oh, this is my helper, Lunk.

Happy anniversary, Q.

To our first and last year
at this thing.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I, um...

Um, so...

Yeah.

Um...

let's just save our overthinking

for the puzzle, yeah?

Yeah.

We could be done tomorrow
for all you know.

We can't just throw away
all this time we've invested.

You want to live your life,
live it here.

What is that supposed to mean?

You know exactly what that means.

Oops.

I don't know. It's just...

- Hey.
- Hey.

No Lunk today?

Found him holding
someone else's peaches.

Sorry, I, um...

I mean, I always thought you
were too good for him anyway.

Come visit soon.

Of course.

- If we're not here...
- I know, Dad.

I love you, too.

You ever think about them?

My grandkids?

No, um...

our friends...

Uh, from our lives before.

I dream about them sometimes.

Eliot...

Did you just solve the Mosaic?

With a friend.

We solved it together.

Well, this is dreadful!

You see...

Sorry, I don't mean to be rude.

- My name is...
- Jane Chatwin.

Do I know you?

You do look...

Ah, just one of those faces.

The dwarves...

They built me this watch.

It's terribly important.

I need that key to power it.

It sort of took us a while to, um...

It's just...

My brother, he's...

he's become dangerous,

and I'm trying to stop him.

The dwarves told me

if everything gets
too buggered up to fix,

I could use this watch.

To create time loops.

You need the key to stop The Beast.

What's The Beast?

Unfortunately, you'll find out.

You have to take it.

Here.

Thank you.

My queen,

time to complete our marriage.

We must become one flesh.

- Right?
- I told you...

it's Earth tradition.

But must you really open every present

before we can consummate?

Well, if I don't...

your manhood will rot and drop off

like an overripe banana.

Better not to chance it.

Don't wait up.

So I arranged for this to be delivered

the day of your wedding,

way, way in advance.

Long story. Anyway, I hope you're okay.

No easy way to say this,
so I'll just say it.

Eliot and I are both dead.

Uh, the quest sent us

to the past...
again, super-long story...

and you should know
that we led full, good lives,

and we took the quest
as far as we could, and...

now there's something
that we need you to do.

Hello, Margo.

Hi.

Didn't you die?

On the linear plane, yes.

Not here, in the Clock Barrens.

Right.

So some kind of timey-wimey
magic going on here.

Time loops are not my only trick.

Here I managed to create a spot

where all moments exist
at the same time,

overlapping.

So, even if you're dead...

You're alive here.

And dead, too, I suppose.

This is a place outside of time.

Well, I got a note from Quentin.
He told me you could give me a key.

Yes.

The key is here,
but I can't give it to you.

It's what keeps
the Clock Barrens stable.

That said, I would like
to help you, Margo.

I don't need help. I need the key.

Now, I'm sorry, but I've had
a bad couple of days,

and my best friends are dead,

and, frankly, I wish I had
your magic, or any magic,

'cause I'd like to build
my own Clock Barrens

right about now and just live there

for, like, five minutes
without anyone trying to usurp

or marry or educate or hump me.

It is exhausting.

You're going to be
a very, very powerful magician

and queen.

Well, it doesn't feel that way.

Eliot and Quentin
make all the real moves.

I'm more of a Fillorian middle manager.

I know how that feels.

Sometimes like you're
a supporting player

in somebody else's story.

Your tale is your own, Margo.

You may not get the appreciation
you deserve, frankly,

or the peace,

but it is yours,

and I can tell you, it won't be boring.

Thank you.

Now, as to how I can help...

out there in the linear plane,

the key rests on my body at Brakebills.

I can send you there, no problem.

You're telling me to dig up your corpse.

How the hell can you be
so chipper about it?

Eh, hasn't happened yet.

And I'm very English.

It's been so good to chat to you, Margo.

Ready to go?

Yeah.

I guess this is my cue.

Wait!

You bitches looking for these?

Fuck.

That entrance line was
the only thing keeping me going

through six feet of dirt and corpse.

Bambi. Hey.

And I swore I wouldn't do this.

Wow.

I mean, I can't believe we died.

- Sort of weird.
- Sad, right?

But we didn't die.

It was an alternate timeline

and one that we never have to live now.

Margo, you saved our lives.

In addition to robbing
the cradle and a grave.

I'll never get that smell
out of my hair.

I mean, I know who I was.

I was Alice Quinn.

I was the best at something,

at magic,

but then magic took over,
and I lost Alice,

and by the time I got her back,
I lost magic.

Okay, so how can I help?

I could use magic, and you have it.

- Why do you have it?
- Mm.

Prevailing theory?

Extra sprinkles on the cupcake
from when Our Lady Underground

restored my Shade, but...

she didn't exactly leave a note, so...

So you don't know.

I mean, do I want to know?

Yes.

I mean, if you want to understand it,

you need to know.

Hey, all magic has a provenance.

Uh, there was this machine
that the professors would use.

Yeah, Q showed it to me,
but it doesn't work anymore.

Right, of course not.

What about the key?

It shows the truth of things, right?

Have you tried using that?

I've held it.

Maybe a mirror could help you focus it.

Yeah, okay.

What?

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

Have a seat, Julia.

It's time for us to talk.

What did you do to me?

I planted a seed for you to grow.

Without telling me or asking me?

I've tried to guide you
as gently as I could.

I saw his eyes.

I saw Reynard's eyes.

Because the seed comes from him.

Are you kidding me?

I took it from him and gave it to you,

and when you showed mercy,
you earned this.

You didn't think before shoving

some rapist's seed inside me to ask?

You gods are real shaky

on the concept of consent,
you know that?

It doesn't matter where it comes from.

It matters what you do with it.

I don't want it.

I don't accept it.

Do you think the chosen
want to be chosen?

I don't want a molecule of his power.

It's not his anymore.

It's yours.

This might sound horrible,

but he's gone.

Does it matter where it came from?

It's magic.

You sound like her.

Yeah, well, maybe she's right.

- You don't understand.
- No, I don't.

I'd do anything to get it back.

If I could give it to you, I would.

What if you could?

Kady, have a seat, please.

Actually, I need to sign out.

Yes, well, let's talk about that.

No offense, but we just did.

So, if there's something
for me to sign or...

Kady, you are a danger
to yourself and to others.

You say "I love you,"

I swear to God,
I will find a way to kill you.

At least then, this would be over.

So who do you think you're talking to?

Who did you want to kill?

This is not something you'll understand.

Kady, we're going to give you
a light sedative.

Bob...

move.

Kady!

Code gray.

No, no, no!

No, God damn it!

You can't do this!

No!

Well...

you guys got to loop
out of your shitty past.

Looks like I'm stuck with mine.

We are not leaving you alone with this.

There's the old ball and chain now.

I better catch some rest

before he wakes up with a boner

and some bad, bad ideas.

- Déjà vu.
- Peaches and...

- Peaches and plums.
- Peaches and plums.

Peaches and plums.
Peaches and plums.

I got so old.

You died.

I died.

You had a wife.

And we had a family.

How... how...

how do we remember that?

I don't know.