All language subtitles for Legacies.S03E15.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-KiNGS.en

Fire!

Oh, crap.

Josie!

We're still tripping, aren't we?

As much as I'd love
to debate the nature

of our current reality,

we need to get out of here.

Lord Marshall is
coming for our asses.

Who's Lord Marshall?

The leader of the
Galactic Dominion.

So what's the fastest way off
of this stupid space coffin?

How should I know?

You clearly haven't looked
in the mirror recently,

'cause you're some
sort of android.

So access your memory
banks, or whatever,

and find an escape pod.

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

Escape pod 94, fueled and ready.

Wait. What?

Okay, let's go, lamébrain.

At least we
learned something.

You're clearly not
programmed to fly.

I still got us
here in one piece,

which is no small feat,

since I am a service model!

I think.

Then you're not of
much service, are you?

I'm sorry, Your Highness.

You're a princess.

Princess Elizabeth
Saltzstar, and I'm.

J-O 513,

your android sister...
and personal valet?

Wait, if we're
sisters in this world,

why am I not a princess, too?!

Who knows? Maybe that's
just how you see yourself.

Don't
make another move.

That salvage is mine.

Wait.

Why the hell did
I just say that?

We're still tripping, aren't we?

I have a bad feeling about this.

Hey, man.

Hey, welcome back.

Thank you.

Honey, I'm home.

Oh...

Home, uh...

Home usually has a bed for me.

You say something?

It doesn't matter.
What's good, Kaleb?

This book I'm trying
to concentrate on.

All right.

Uh, where-where
should I put my stuff?

Wherever.

After I'm settled in,
you want to hang out?

Sorry, can't.

Busy.

Like, all day.

Let's review our problem.

The last thing I remember
is that we were all pandas.

Now we're here, so
I'm assuming that

this is some sort of
shared hallucination.

That computes.

What are you, a robot?

Android, actually.

Lizzie's a princess,
and you are...

I don't know. I came
here to scavenge a wreck.

I don't even think
I have a name.

All that matters is
that we find a way

to hop off of this
ridiculous acid trip.

I personally think
it's kind of cool.

Of course you do. You
get to be a princess.

My point is,

it's not like we
have to doanything.

Eventually, that drug
that Andi doused us with

will wear off, and
then we'll just

wake up. Are you forgetting that

Andi completed a ceremony
that was supposed to

raise an old god or whatever?

I'd rather not be asleep
when that shows up.

Right. That part. Um...

If only one of us had an
infinite amount of knowledge

stored inside her brain.

Accessing memory banks.

Shared hallucinogenic
experiences are

a common side effect
of nightshade,

which can trigger a journey
of spiritual enlightenment,

leading to personal,
profound discoveries.

I guess we're on a vision quest?

So the sooner we
finish the story,

the sooner we can wake up.

I for one am sick
of having profound

personal discoveries.

It's not that deep.
There's an evil villain

chasing us, right?

So we just defeat it,

and then we're out of here.

I for one am also
great at kicking ass.

How do we find this guy?

I don't know. Don't look at me.

Fine, I do know.

Hey, sweetie.

Dad? I hope you never see this,

but if you do, it
means you're probably

wondering why I left
you and J-O 513 behind.

I had to find the Star Sword,

the only weapon that
can kill Lord Marshall,

which my spies
tell me is located

on planet Mystic Falls.

Please, don't come
looking for me.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

End of transmission.

So, we find Dad, who's
probably located the weapon,

use it to beat the bad guy,
and then we're out of here.

It's a pretty straightforward
"hero's journey" if you ask me.

Let's go into
town and ask around.

Because if it's one
thing I do know,

this planet we're on,
it's Mystic Falls.

Which... don't even
get me started.

Heard you were
looking for me, Doc.

Indeed. While I'm here,

any word from Cleo?

Not yet. But at
least the monsters

don't seem to be after
her anymore.Yeah.

I heard about that
wendigo thing.

Lost some
serious coin on that one.

Tell me about it.

Speaking of, I've got to
go check in on Dorian.

Oh, sounds good. I'll drive.

Now, are you sure there's room
in your schedule for that?

Uh, hell yeah.

I got a term paper,
but I'm way ahead.Good.

Because if you are free, I've
got something wendigo-related

that I'd like you to do.

Why are you saying that

like I'm gonna hate it?

Sorry to interrupt,

but I heard you
were looking for me,

Dr. Saltzman.

Indeed.

How do we know
your father's here?

It's a bar, isn't it?

That's some
deep-rooted resentment.

We passed a dozen bars.
Why specifically this one?

I don't know, it's
just, like, a hunch.

What's the password?

Well, don't look at me.

I don't have anything about this

in my memory banks.

Password, or I'll shoot. Now!

G-A-N-D-A-L-F.

The number four, E-V-A.

Gandalf forever?

Really?

More importantly, how do
you know the password?

Because I may have written
this story when I was 11.

What'll it be?

I don't know. Lizzie

why don't you tell us
what we're drinking?

What I told you is that I wrote
this story when I was a kid,

in my diary.

I don't remember much
of it, obviously.

Especially any no-name
space junk hoarders.

So I don't even know what
you're doing here, Hope.

Drink whatever you want.
Can we have a minute?

Wow, I am so good at
cleaning up your messes

and supporting you.

It's almost as if

I was written to have no
wants or needs of my own.

Don't make me unplug you.

I'm sorry, Your...

No! I have got to
stop doing that.

Well, at least you
have a last name.

And a cool outfit,
and a backstory...

I was 11!

And don't read too
deeply into it.

All of this is just borderline
plagiarism of whatever books

and movies I was into
at the time.Okay.

Well, then, why don't you
tell us what happens next.

Do we meet your father
here or something?

Something.

We didn't order these.
Table in the back.

I'd be careful around
that guy if I were you.

Dak Romo.

The bad boy who breaks
good in my story.

That chiseled jawline,

the casual, cool
smuggler's costume,

the faithful
Sardinian companion.

It has to be him.

Am I the only one that noticed
that it's actually Ethan?

But we didn't know Ethan
when Lizzie wrote the story.

We're not kids in it, either.
Maybe our current minds are

punching up my work.
Also, who cares?

Fine, whatever. Let's
just get this over with.

This mission sucks.

Maybe that's why Dr. Saltzman
sent both of us to handle it.

Well, he ain't here,

so you can go ahead
and drop that bad boy.

Hey, you've said,
like, two words to me

the whole way here.

You are obviously mad at me.

Do you want to talk about it?

Now, why would I be mad at you?

I don't know.
That's why I asked.

Then I guess we're cool.

Dig.

It-it just... It
feels like this is

some-some sort of
test. Bro, just dig.

Then if you're
really not mad at me,

let's camp out here tonight.

We could build a fire,

spend some one-on-one time.

Yeah, about that...

Lance Corporal Jedidiah Tien
reporting for wendigo duty.

At ease, soldier.

Ooh...

Hey, thanks for
letting me tag along.

I know things have been a little rocky
with us lately. Don't mention it.

Kaleb certainly did not.

Um, how about you and
I get a fire going,

and MG can handle all this.

It's his mess anyway, right?

I wasn't expecting you.

Don't get me wrong, Princess.

I was hoping we'd finally
meet on this mission.

So you got my hypertexts?

Every one.

Sorry to break up

whatever the hell this is.

Can you tell us
about the mission?

Well, the princess here hired me

to help find their
father, General Saltzstar.

So where is he? Beats me.

And I've searched every inch of this
backwater planet. HOPE: Maybe you were right.

Dr. Saltzman might have already
found the weapon and left.

Did you just say "Saltzman"?

Yes. Why?

Well, there's an
old Ric Saltzman

that lives out on the rim.

And it didn't occur to you that.

General Alaric Saltzstar,

and old Ric Saltzman might
just be the same person?

Can we just have
his address, please?

Sure thing, Princess. Mermy.

I think we're done here.

Damn right.

Mermy here can smell.

Lord Marshall's
goons a mile away.

Ninjas?

In space? Seriously?

I was 11. I had a ninja phase.

Get out of here, Elizabeth.

We'll buy you as
much time as we can.

May your magic grow...

Oh, for the love
of God, let's go.

Let's go.

You are everything I
dreamed of and more,

Dak Romo.

Oh, get that in here.

How you feeling?

Honestly, I thought I'd be
back on my feet by now.Yeah.

Well, those animal attacks
are pretty vicious.

Look, I, uh... I'm really sorry
about what you're going through.

I can't help but feel
a little responsible.

Um, and-and you should,

because this is all
your fault, Ric.

Because I made a promise
to stay out of danger,

and it was your student who
went on a Ripper bender,

and you pressured me
into helping you out.

Remember?

Alaric Saltzman.

Haven't you done
enough damage already?

What if he's not
happy to see us?

Why wouldn't he
be? I don't know.

Weird feeling, I guess.

He's still your father,
even in this galaxy.

Hope?

Us, too, Dad.

Girls

you're so big.

Oh, my goodness.

You smell like feet.

So where have you been

for the last eight years?

Has it been that long?

You know, I came to Mystic Falls

to find the Star Sword.

But then I got
here and I realized

that's a lot of work.

Fomenting a revolution,

that's a real drag, man.

It's not all pew-pew-pew
and heroic speeches.

I mean, the
insurgency seemed like

a good idea when I started it.

But, you know, it's
only destined to become

another form of government.

So I'm just happier
here, off the grid.

Without your daughters?

I'm sorry my work
took me away from you

and your android sister...

Whom I love just as much.

I just figured you'd
forge your own path.

Well, they're literally
following in your footsteps.

Wait.

You're looking for
the Star Sword?

Oh, well...

Good luck.

I found out that weapon
can only be wielded

by the chosen one.

So you gotta figure
that out, too.

Like I said,

lot of work.

But if you do manage to find it,

you'll bring it to
me, right?

We have to go. Now.

What? Why?

Bye, Dad.

What the hell
was that all about?

I remembered
something about Dad.

Something about his story.

We've had the Star
Sword this whole time.

You read my diary?!

Not for this.

We were kids, and you
were having trouble

navigating your emotions;
I didn't understand why.

So I read your diary
to see what was wrong.

I was just trying to
take care of you.Traitor.

Knock it off. This is great.

I mean, awfully convenient,
but great, because I'm assuming

Lizzie made herself the
chosen one in her own story,

so all we have to do is
find out who the bad guy is.

That won't be a problem,

because I just remembered
something else.

Since when do ninjas have guns?

I was 11.Well,
you're the chosen one

in this story, so why don't
you fire that bad boy up.

Son of a bitch.

I guess deep down I always
knew that it was you.

Oh, well, at least that's
a halfway-decent twist.

It's not me either. And
here's another twist.

This is the part where we
realize who betrayed us.

Sorry, girls,

but Lord Marshall's plan to
restore order to the galaxy

is far better than
mine ever was.

Take them away.

Magic-nullifying shackles.

If only there was a way we
could have seen this coming.

I couldn't handle
the scary parts,

so I skimmed them so I
wouldn't have nightmares.

But I'm sure you lingered
on all of the juicy details

of my diary.

Like your two-week crush on Jed?

For the last time, I was 11!

Here's what I don't get.

Why would you create a story

where your father betrays us?

Seeing him like that
reminded me of how I felt

when I was writing this.

Josie was right. I was
going through a lot.

Having these episodes
that I couldn't explain.

And deep down I was afraid
that we couldn't count on him.

Because if it was a
choice between us and you,

he would always take your side.

My side?

I thought you said I wasn't even
supposed to be in the story.

I said...

I didn't know what
you were doing here.

Because you're supposed
to be the one inside

that suit of armor.

You're Lord Hope Marshall.

I'm not the villain here.

Things got a little out
of hand, that's all.

Oh.

And which part specifically

got out of hand, huh?

The part where you let a
dangerous student loose

into the world,
or the part where

you roped my husband
into covering it up?

Ric, this is your pattern.

You're drawn to
high-risk situations,

and your gravity pulls
other people along with you.

Thanks for the session, Doc,
but it's a little reductive.

No, it's the only way
you know how to connect.

The people in your life

continually put
themselves in danger

in order to feel close to you.

Your daughters, for
example... Listen.

Leave my daughters out of this.

Now, your husband
volunteered for this, okay?

And he was thrilled to get
out from behind his desk

and go fight a wendi...

Wen-dy.

The pyromaniac witch? Mm-hmm.

Trauma team to 311.

Trauma team to room 311.

Get a doctor.

His wound opened up again.

He won't stop
bleeding.

Ric, tell me what's
really going on.

Dorian was attacked
by a wendigo.

If his wound isn't healing,
it can only mean one thing.

I'm done guessing.

I just buried an entire
wendigo by myself,

so let's get real.

You don't even like Jed,

so why'd you bring him along?

A lot changed at the
school while you were gone.

So that's what
this is all about?

You're mad because
I left? No, Milton.

I'm mad 'cause of what
you did after you left.

It was reckless and dangerous.

You could have exposed
the whole school.

It's what we'd always talk about

when we'd read comics at night:

Using our vampire
powers for good.

At least I did something

while you were
being Switzerland.

Hell no! We're not done
with this conversation.

You said you buried
that wendigo, right?

I guess I
shouldn't be surprised.

If young you wrote that story,

of course I'd be the bad guy.

It's just how I felt when a girl
by the name of Hope Marshall

showed up at the school and
turned our lives upside down.

You really didn't want
anything to do with us

or our classmates; We
thought that you hated us.

And our dad basically
disappeared from our lives

because he was so worried
about keeping an eye on you.

I felt invisible. I
started acting out,

and I needed so much
attention from Josie.

And I became the sister who
picks up all the pieces.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

Don't be.

We didn't know what you
were going through either.

If I'm here, then
who's in the armor?

Come on, guys, think.
Do either of you know

what happens next?
Nothing does.

Because I couldn't find a way
to make myself the chosen one,

even in my own story.

So I backed us into this corner

and never finished writing it.

We're probably
stuck here forever.

Who are you?

I'm Hope Marshall, and
I'm here to rescue you.

This is where I live

and plot my revenge on
the Galactic Dominion.

I'm hoping the three
of you can help.

You know, we're really thirsty.
Could we have some water?

I'll go check the vaporizers.

Speaking of plots,

I don't remember writing
Mini-Mikaelson into my story.

She's not Hope Mikaelson.

She's Hope Marshall.

An intrepid orphan spacewitch

who scavenges ship parts
to make magical gadgets.

I wrote a sequel to your story.

Is there anyone in
this freaking galaxy

who has not read my
diary? I didn't read it.

But I did overhear
Josie talking about it

to the other witches.

They were all laughing
at me being the villain.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

We were kids. Which
is why I had a tantrum

and I set the woods on fire.

Emma found me, and she told
me to write my own story.

One where I was the hero,

and we could all be friends.
Well, we're friends now,

so why didn't you tell us?

Well, I didn't think that
my unauthorized fanfic

would be a part of
this hallucination.

Plus, it's sad and embarrassing.

As embarrassing as Dak Romo?

Not even close.

Let's see you write a
compelling love story

at the tender age of...

Wait. Does that mean that you
know who Lord Marshall is?

Emma said it should be
whatever I was most afraid of,

and that I should find a
way to defeat that fear.

There's plenty of water.

If you're hungry, we can
make food. Let me guess,

making food is part of
my service model duties?

You're not a service model.
That's just a disguise.

You're actually an
omega-level defense unit.

You protect people.

And you're Princess Saltzstar.

You can find a way
for us to sneak into.

Lord Marshall's throne room,

because you're smarter
than everyone thinks.

But I don't know who you are.

Oh, I'm just a
scavenger, like you.

I'm more than that.

But scavengers are
good in a fight.

Will you help?

Before we fight anything,

we need to figure out
what's in that armor.

That's easy.

It's The Hollow.

Okay, nobody panic. I got this.

I'm definitely panicked
if we're relying on

your reading
comprehension skills.

Give me that.

Maybe we buried it wrong.
What does it say in there?

It's a setup.

The whole thing's a setup.

Oh, come on. Doc S. Sends
us on a monster mission

where the body suddenly
just disappears.

And he just so happened
to give us the guide book

with all the answers?

So we gotta work together
to solve the problem?

He and Dorian are probably out
here right now watching us.

Y'all hear that?!

We're onto you, Doc. JED: Yeah.

He wouldn't manipulate
us like that.

This whole thing's been
a trap from the jump.

The mission's about
trying to get us

to like each other again.

Why is that a bad thing?

I thought we were cool.

Look,

you two can stay here and
work it out if you want to,

but, uh, there is no wendigo.

And my ass is going home.

Wasn't The
Hollow that thing

we exorcized from you?

We were so young,
we didn't even know

what we were doing at the time.

What is The Hollow?

It's an
evil, ancient force.

Took over my body once.

Made me do terrible things.

It's the reason my family had to
leave me alone on this planet.

But now that you're here,

we can fight it together.

And then, once The
Hollow's gone forever,

my mom and dad will
come back for me.

My family will be
together again.

Then I can tell
you my real name.

The three of us
can be best friends

and start our own coven.

That's not how this story ends.

Defeating The Hollow doesn't
bring your family back.

No. You're wrong!

I wish.

The Hollow's already
been defeated

by your father.

Then why hasn't he come back?

Why is the Galactic
Dominion still here?

Because I'm afraid of
something else now.

But it's okay

because I know how to defeat it.

I'm sorry, since when?

For too long now.

: Hope,
let's talk about this.

I'm tired of talking.
Me, too.

Somnus.

Little Hope, slow down.

We wouldn't be in such a hurry

if your friend hadn't
knocked us out.

Where, exactly, are we going?

Salvatore Castle,

where the Galactic
Dominion's throne room is.

And where we have breakfast.

You eat breakfast
in the throne room?

Don't think about it.

The good news is you were right.

I do know a secret way inside.

Great. It should take us three
days to get there on foot.

General Saltzstar. Wow.

Girls, I've had a
change of heart.

Makes sense.

Of course Dad was always gonna
be the hero in Hope's story.

What?

It's complicated, kid.

I'm guessing you've
come here to take us

to Lord Marshall's castle?

You're damn right. Now hop in.

This rig doesn't look like much,

but she'll get us
there in no time.

Shotgun.

Wait! You were right.

There is no monster.

Give me a lift back?

After everything I said to you?

I deserved it.

We would have never
been in a bad place

if I would have just listened
to you from the start.

What about Jed?

He can walk, for all I care.

One condition. You drive.

See? You made one big mistake.

MG would never
leave a man behind.

Even one he can't stand.

So we're not
wendi-going anywhere.

Kaleb? Huh?

Me?

It says if wendigos are weak,

they'll try to snag an easy meal

by taking human form.

So be on the lookout.

Crap.

All right, let's go, MG.

Time to kick your own ass.

Over here!

We're sure that
wasn't you, right?

Pretty sure.

I know what you are.

And I'm stronger than you.

Smarter, too.

Motus.

Sorry we're late.

You killed The Hollow.

No, I didn't.

Who's that?

That's what this
vision quest was about.

The way we can finally
defeat Malivore.

Like I said, I already know how.

I have to become the Tribrid.

That dead wendigo
definitely gives

these babies an umami dimension.

All right, who needs a brewski?

Absolutely.

Yes!

Hey, um,

that stuff I said earlier
about using your vamp powers

to do more... I feel you.

I took a big risk.

Oh, no, no. That's...
That ain't it. Um...

Why do you always think I'm
sticking my neck out for you?

It's because I know

that you're gonna be
one of those brothers

that changes the world one day.

I guess I just thought

it would be me by your
side when you did it.

Not Ethan.

Maybe it should be.

Hey, either way, I'm
glad you're back.

I need some advice.

I think I might've caught
feelings for somebody

while you were gone.

Are we talking about Cleo?

Hypothetically.

Oh, damn. You got it bad.

Not as bad as Jed
got Alyssa Chang.

Wow. Too soon?

My bad.

Timing's about right, actually.

The way I see it,

Doc S. Just sent us

on our first mission and, uh,

and we totally crushed it.

You're damn right.

Hey. Uh, uh...

I love you, bro.

Love you.

Yeah.

Everything's gonna be fine.

I spoke with the boys.

All wounds have been healed,

literally and metaphorically.

That's a relief.

And while we're at it,

I'd like to heal the
one between you and me.

There's no need.

I overstepped. No.

I mean, everything you said
about me, it's all true.

I put myself in
dangerous situations

and the people I care about
get caught up in them.

But here's the problem.

My daughters are supernatural.

This is their world and if
I'm gonna be in it with them,

that is the kind of thing we're
gonna keep coming up against.

But at least we're
doing it together.

And like I keep trying
to teach these kids,

that's the only way
anyone gets through it.

I have Dorian's back, Emma.

I promise you.

But if you want me to

stay away from him,

you know, keep him out of it,

I will.

I no longer think
that's possible.

I will always be a witch,
so Dorian will always exist

in the supernatural
world because of me.

Mm, from now on, I'll let him
decide for himself how deep.

But I am going to make sure

he doesn't lie to
me about it again.

Ugh. Alaric Saltzman.

You're a very hard man to quit.

Hi. Hey, baby.

Today was weird, right?

If you find ominous weird, yeah.

Hope, we were
literally on drugs.

Some stupid story you two
wrote when we were kids

doesn't mean anything in it
is actually going to happen.

Or that your fate is sealed.

I think it does.

Let's face it.

My fate has been sealed since
the day that I was born.

Because there's always
a loophole with magic.

And I'm the loophole.

So if the whole reason I
exist is to defeat Malivore,

at what point do I stop
fighting it and just accept it?

You don't.

Not if you don't want
everything that that means.

I don't.

That stupid story made me
remember all the reasons why.

My whole life has been

one trauma after another trauma,

and if I have to
become a Tribrid,

it's like I'm stuck in
that trauma forever.

Just like I'm stuck
with the memory

of all the family
that I've lost.

I'm sorry we couldn't see
why you were hurting back then.

But

right now is different.

We're different.

I'm still a work in
progress, but I'm definitely

a better version
of Lizzie Saltzman.

And Josie

has become stronger
and more independent.

There's no reason why

you can't be whatever
you want, too.

A new Hope.

Thanks.

But I think the universe
is telling me the opposite.

Honestly, this has
been weighing on me

since Cleo pointed it out
after she tried to murder me.

And you know what?
She was right.

Because I do feel responsible

for every time a
monster comes along,

because I know that I'm the
only one that can stop it.

You know, what if I don't
do this and someone I love

gets hurt in a way
that I can't fix?

It's the same
problem with Landon.

It's like, for once, I
just wanted to love someone

and not lose them, you know?

You only became the
Tribrid in that story

because you faced
Malivore alone.

We won't let that happen.

I promise.

Panda promise.

This is Andi's cabin.

I swear to God, if she's
crawled out of that hole,

I will kill her again.

It's not her.

Footprints are too big.

Oh, hey.

Clarke?

How'd you sleep?