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Where is it?

Where is it? Eye of Ra.

Ra.

Eye of Newt, Eye of
Wotan, "Eye of the Tiger,"

Come on, Flynn. Think,
think, think, think, think.

Where is it? Where is it? Where?

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- Eve?
- Flynn.

What is this?

This is an intervention.

What does that even mean?

It means that we think you're in crisis

and that you need immediate care

to restore equilibrium to the
biopsychosocial functioning.

It means you've been a winging sook.

And it's startin' to piss us off.

Actually, no,

it means we care about
you and we're concerned.

Well, I appreciate your
concern for me, but...

We're concerned for the
team, Flynn, for the Library,

which is greater than just you.

Since Charlene's disappearance,

you've changed. You've been...

- Bloody bonkers.
- A little moody.

I was gonna say "reckless."

Reckless.

We never know where
you are half the time,

you blow back in here, you bark orders,

you leave without saying a word.

It looks like you
haven't slept in weeks.

As Guardian, I can't allow an
asset to become a liability.

That's rich. How exactly
have I become a liability?

Glad you asked.

We've compiled what's
called a List of Hurts.

- Who'd like to go first?
- Oh, yeah.

- Hello, my name is Ezekiel.
- Hello, Ezekiel.

Oh, my God.

Flynn, you're always like,
"Ezekiel, do it like this,"

or, "Ezekiel, don't do it like that,"

but what I think you mean
is, "Ezekiel, do it like me."

Yet, ever since I've got here,
things have gone from bad to worse.

What's your point, that you're
bad luck? I would agree with that.

Flynn. It's okay, Ezekiel.
You're doing great.

Ahem, the Library invited
Ezekiel Jones to the Library

because the Library
needed Ezekiel Jones.

I've got my own style. I mean, you
call it juvenile, I call it original.

You say my ideas are half-baked.

I say they're fully baked,
frosted, and ready to serve.

- You say...
- Potato, potahto, tomato, tomahto.

Got it. You want to be you?
Let your freak flag fly.

I will not stop you. Next!

I want to start out by saying that
I have a tremendous deal of respect

for you and everything
that you've accomplished

- as a librarian all these years.
- Thank you.

I also think that maybe
you've been so good for so long

that you haven't really noticed that
we're actually pretty good at it, too.

I think that is true, thank you.

- Next.
- Nope.

It's just important to you to be
right and first all of the time

and that makes you
competitive and intimidating,

and sometimes when I have a
solution, I'm afraid to speak up

because you can be dismissive,

and then we all have
to sit around and wait

for you to come up with an
idea, and that can be... awkward.

So I'm an insensitive bully
who's slowing you down.

No, you are a gifted leader, Flynn,
but you're not the only one with a gift.

We're not the enemy.

We're teammates.

Okay, that's all I wanted to say.

I feel a little silly doing this.

Good. You should.

You know what? I thought I
was tough to get to know, okay?

My walls up, always on my guard.

But, man, you're like
Fort Knox compared to me.

Well, Fort Knox isn't
all that impenetrable.

I mean, twice, I...

right, sorry. Carry on.

I never know where I stand with you.

I mean, one day, we got a lot in common,

the next day, it's like
we gotta start over.

I like you as a person.

I think you're a hell of a Librarian.

You don't know much about friendship.

C.S. Lewis said,
"Friendship is unnecessary,

like philosophy, like art.
It has no survival value.

Rather, it is one of the things

which give value to survival."

What we're facing, man,

it's like friendship may be
our only shot at survival.

Ahem.

I think what hurts most
is knowing what a wonderful

leader, teacher, friend,
and partner you can be,

but also knowing how insanely
self-destructive you are.

Your moods, your impulsiveness,
your secrecy, your pride

may have served you in the past,

but now they're only impeding
your progress as a Librarian,

as a partner, as a friend,

as a man.

Wow.

What a bunch of crap.

You've all obviously forgotten
two significant things.

One... no handcuffs can hold me.

Number two... whoa!

Yeah, we didn't forget.

And, two, nothing is more important

than the containment of pure evil

and the preservation of this Library.

Not family, not friends,

and certainly not feelings.

We are at war, people,
the proverbial end of days,

and if I hadn't made that clear to you,

it's because I thought we had more time.

But with Apep on the loose,

what should be taking
centuries is taking weeks.

The world is literally leaking evil

like water through a sieve.

And in my search for Charlene,

I may have identified the one artifact

which may stem the tide.

And while you've all
been tucked away here

fist bumping each other,
inventorying your hurts.

I've actually been out
there looking for it!

Well, if you'd told us
that's what you were doing

- or what you were looking for...
- The Eye of Ra!

- The Eye of Ra?
- Where was it last seen?

- What does it look like?
- Do you have any clues?

It was last seen in the
library of Alexandria.

It looks like a piece
of 1970s disco bling

and at the moment, I haven't a clue.

All right, well, most of the
excavations done in Alexandria

were done by a Sir Flinders
Petrie, 19th Century.

Maybe we should check the
British Museum of Natural History.

I tried it. Most of the Petrie
collection disappeared in March of 1886.

- How?
- Stolen.

Besides a Librarian,
who'd want a bunch of...

Hey, who was the Librarian in 1886?

Teddy Chislington, one
of my heroes, actually.

Mathematician, scholar,
poet, adventurer, bon vivant.

From Louis Pasteur to Lewis Carroll,

from Dickens to Darwin,
he knew them all.

Now, he was a Librarian. Jenkins,
missed you at the intervention.

Yes, wow, did I just hear you
guys mention Teddy Chislington?

- Yeah, did you know him?
- Oh, yes, yes, just a brilliant chap.

Devoted to the Library.

Lived a little high, burning his
candle at both ends, as it were.

- But what a lovely light.
- What happened to him?

Well, he along with 88 other poor souls

went down aboard the doomed ship Tibbar,

bound for New York, lost off the
Atlantic Coast June 4th, 1886.

1886?

That's when the Petrie
collection disappeared.

June 4th, 1886. Why do I know that date?

Ooh, it was the perfect storm, a
combination of three major hurricanes,

one of the worst storms ever recorded.

Wind speeds of up to 155 miles an hour.

Here it is. The Tibbar, last set
sail from Southampton, England,

bound for New York on May 20th, 1886.

Unknown.

Sounds like Teddy Chislington

was bringing the Petrie collection

and the Eye of Ra home to the Library.

Well, it takes 15 days to make
the western voyage under mast.

You said they left the 20th of May,

you said they disappeared
the 4th of June.

That's 15 days. They almost made it.

Yes, indeed, but certainly the storm
would've blown them far south of New York.

Right, so we take the tonnage
of the ship, its average speed

under normal conditions,
and then we factor in

currents and wind speeds of
the three converging storms.

Coordinates would've been
dramatically different.

It looks like it would've gone down

at a latitude of 26.38 north

and a longitude of 69.395 west.

Where is that?

The exact center of
the Bermuda Triangle.

Just as I almost suspected.

The Bermuda Triangle?

Like, the Bermuda Triangle?

- That's real?
- 'Course it is.

- Electric fog? The Hutchinson Effect.
- No, it's sea serpents.

Guys, it's actually underwater
methane gas explosions.

- Researchers recently discovered...
- Don't be stupid.

It's none of those things.

Remember when I said
that you were dismissive?

The Bermuda Triangle, for all of
your information, is a worm hole

with two significant major differences:

number one... things go
in but they don't come out,

and number two... it is
totally unpredictable.

You never know when it is going to open.

"Bermuda Triangle claims
Venezuelan Airliner."

- This is dated tomorrow.
- Make that one major difference.

We need to be on that plane.

Five beautifully forged
identities coming right up.

I will find a way to ride a
crashing airliner into a worm hole.

I'll turn my attention on
finding you a way back, sir.

I'm gonna check the
archive on the triangle,

see if I can find any patterns or clues.

Anything on the Eye of Ra.

That's what teamwork looks like, Flynn.

In case you've forgotten.

Traversing a non-traversable worm hole

is physically impossible, Eve.

And even if it weren't impossible,

there's a good reason
why, for centuries,

it's been called the Devil's Triangle!

Status report?

Ah, uh, nearly finished.

Miniature version of the apparatus
that powers our back door.

Light enough to travel, unfortunately
storage capacity is very limited.

- Meaning?
- It will only work once.

So, please use extreme caution.
You won't get a second chance.

Noted. Cassandra, what you got?

I got an idea, but you're gonna hate it.

Here you go, Colonel. Cassandra.

Who's Olga Medvidev?

You are. I've given us all
aliases to keep DOSA off our tales.

Good job, Jones. Give Jenkins a hand.

Go on.

So, worm holes, by design,
are structurally unstable.

To travel in both directions,
creating a transversable worm hole,

we need stabilization from exotic
matter with a negative density.

Now, theoretical physics offers
up exotic baryons, quark-gluon,

even dark matter as a possible solution,

but, like I said, those
are all still theoretical.

So...

So thanks to Jenkins,
we can get out alive,

but thanks to physics,
we can't get in alive.

Exactly.

Why don't we just make
ourselves the exotic matter?

Well, you know, sprinkle a
little pixie dust on a Tic Tac,

pop it down the gullet, and voila.

Magic. We use bloody magic to
make ourselves transversable.

No, absolutely not. No magic Tic Tacs.

We have other options. What
was the idea you said I'd hate?

Magic Tic Tacs.

Oh, come on, guys.

I have to agree with the colonel.

And what powers this, Jenkins?
Baking soda and dreams?

- It's different.
- How?

Known quantities, known
formulas, known outcome.

You're suggesting something
unproven and untried.

Well, so has anyone who
has tried anything new

in the history of doing things.

Eve, the limitations of known science

do put us at a disadvantage.

I mean, if this really
is the end of days,

then we need every option on the table.

Every arrow in our quiver, every
tool in our chest, every ace up our...

Okay, we get the point.

Magic Tic Tacs it is.

There you are, guys. Stop what
you're doing and come with me.

I gotta show you something really weird.

Once I was able to weed out all the
crank cases and debunk a few of the myths,

I was able to tabulate a list

of all the known disappearing ships

within the borders of the triangle.

How many?

With Venezuelan Airline, it's 108.

What's so weird about that?

This.

When you write down all of
the names of the missing ships

and the dates when they
disappeared in chronological order

starting with Teddy
Chislington's ship, the Tibbar,

listen. Listen to this.

1886, the Tibbar. 1894, the Loon,

1899, The Black Rose,
1910, The Queen's Moon,

1918, Cyclops, 1920, Monsoon.

So, they rhyme.

But that's not all, all right?

The rhyme scheme of A-B-C-B-D-B

and the syllable structure of 8-6-8-6

stays constant throughout.

So you're saying it's not random.

The Bermuda Triangle
chooses specific ships

with dates that fit
the pattern of a poem?

- Exactly.
- A poem?

About what, a bunch of
innocent people lost at sea?

Loss of innocence.

Hold that thought.

108 lines. One for every ship.

18 stanzas, one for every
decade a ship went missing.

There is only one poem
in the English language

that fits that exact structure,

and it is unquestionably
about loss of innocence.

"The time has come, the walrus
said, to talk of many things,

of shoes and ships and sealing
wax, of cabbages and kings."

"And why the sea is boiling hot

and whether pigs have wings."

Lewis Carroll's "The
Walrus and the Carpenter."

But what does this have to do
with the worm hole hourglass thing?

I do not know.

And isn't that fantastic?

It's a riddle. Let's
fire up the back door.

We're late. We're late
for a very important date.

In Venezuela.

- Argh. La maldicion!
- What is it?

It means, "Argh! Damn it!" in Spanish.

No, I mean, what's the problem?

Well, Jenkins' calibrations were off.

We're on the wrong side of security.

I have a brand-new
nail clipper in my bag

that they are gonna confiscate for sure.

I think we're gonna have
a bigger problem with this.

Good point.

Ezekiel, can you jam
the x-ray long enough to

get the duffel through
the conveyer undetected?

Does a wombat's grumpy come out cubed?

- I have no idea.
- It does.

Good.

Cassandra, you and Stone take
the duffel and the mission bags

and start passing them through
when Ezekiel gives you the signal.

- What about the guards?
- Distraction. My specialty.

Eve, you're with me. The three of
you hang back until things heat up,

then pass the stuff.
We'll meet at the gate.

Heat... what do you mean by heat up?

I'm not... I don't...

Ay.

You speaking to me? Afraid I don't
understand. I don't speak Spanish.

Honey, what is he saying?

He wants to know if this is your bag.

Ah, yes. Is there a problem?

What is the problem?

He's saying you can't bring
your nail clippers onboard.

What? What?! Are you
joking?! This is insane!

Señor, cálmese, por favor.

Yeah, honey, calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down. You've been
like a wet blanket this entire trip!

Uh, well...

you said this trip was gonna be fun!

You said it was gonna
be dinner and dancing,

and it's been just run,
run, run, run, museum,

gallery, run, run, run, run...

Here we go with the
run, run, run, run, run.

Yes, I know you would love it if I
stayed home with you and the kids,

but I have actual responsibilities.

You think it's easy taking
care of three kids with no help?

You get to come and go as you
please, show up whenever you want,

and expect us to stop everything
and follow your every command?

Yes, okay, I have a few
faults, and thank God that I do,

otherwise you wouldn't have anything
to act morally superior about.

At least I'm consistent! Someone
has to be the pillar, the anchor!

The ball and chain?!

When have I ever slowed you down?

When have I ever stopped you?

I never pretended to be anything other
than what I am and you used to love it!

Remember, Eve? Sunbathing on
the red desert sands of Tunisia?

I got third degree burns.

Skin diving in the canals of Venice?

Amoebic dysentery.

It was worth it.

Or maybe it wasn't.

Maybe it was a mistake for
us to get personally involved

in the beginning. I don't know.

Is that really how you feel?

This isn't about my feelings.
This is about your feelings.

How do you want me, Eve? I'm
either a screw-up or I'm a hero.

So, choose. How do you want me?

I want you to be a hero.

Then start looking at me that way again.

And how exactly do you feel about me?

You don't know?

Eve, from the moment I laid eyes on you

in that German steam
tunnel I've loved you.

I love you more than
anyone I've ever known.

More than anything I've ever learned.

I love you more than learning itself.

Tell him he can keep the nail clippers.

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We made it.

With time to spare.

Everyone have their magic Tic Tacs?

Or negative matter
catalytic conversion tablets?

Yes.

- Have we forgotten anything?
- Not a thing.

Bienvenidos.

I think we forgot about 140 things.

We definitely don't have
enough Tic Tacs for everybody.

How did we do that?

The Clipping Book didn't say
anything about passengers.

- What's our next move?
- Take our seats.

Con permiso. Con permiso.

We have to reassess.
You have a plan, right?

Um, sort of.

This changes everything.
We've got to get the passengers

off this plane before
we hit the triangle.

The Eye of Ra will have to wait.

The triangle's window is unpredictable.

We may never get another chance.

Stone, what do you think?

I can't believe that
sneaky son of a bitch.

- What?
- Ezekiel.

He forged himself a first-class
ticket and stuck us back here in coach.

Focus! We don't have time for this.

I agree with Baird.

We've got to turn this thing around.

- Yes!
- You agree?

No. No, but look.

They have the exact same nail
clippers in the in-flight magazine.

How lucky is that?

I mean, obviously, I can't order
them now, but if we survive.

You're serious? That's what
you're thinking about right now?

Yeah, and I was going
to order myself a Fanta,

which is by far my
favorite orange beverage.

Very popular in South America.

And I was gonna ask the stewardess
to bring me some before we crash.

- Okay, that's it. You're coming with me.
- Ah! Ah!

Explain yourself. There
are innocent people

on this plane who could get hurt.

Don't be naive, Eve. Innocent
people are already getting hurt.

And more will, too,
if we don't stop Apep.

Logic clearly dictates

the needs of the many
outweigh the needs of the few.

Okay, who said that, Plato?

No, Spock in "Star Trek
II: The Wrath of Khan,"

but I think it's still true.
Now, if you'll excuse me.

You are not walking away again.

Oh, really? Well, bring it.
I'd like to see you... ah!

Ah! Ow! Uncle! Uncle!

Uncle Uncle!

The pain clear your head? Are you ready
to tell me what's going on with you?

Ah.

I've been a fool.

First Dulaque released
magic back into the world,

and then Prospero
supercharged the ley lines,

and now Apep is using those
ley lines like the Autobahn

to drive pure evil back into the
world and it's all been on my watch.

Our watch.

It's too big for one Librarian to stop,

so stop trying to fix it alone.

You're pushing us away. Why?

Because this is different.

I've been out there looking for Charlene
and I've seen what pure evil can do.

It comes on like a wave
as seductive as love

and leaves a wake of broken
bodies, broken spirits,

broken hearts, and pain.

The kind of pain that makes
death look like a blessing.

- What was that?
- Uh, nothing good.

Oh, decide to come
back here and join us?

Felt it all the way up there, did ya?

Uh, sure did. Spilled
champagne all over myself.

And that's not even the half of it.

Where's Flynn and Eve?

Really?

In the middle of a mission? Are they...
anyway, you two need to come see this.

Let's go. We should be
approaching the triangle.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, I'm serious.

From now on, happy endings
are not on the table.

The choices are gonna be between
horrible and the unthinkable.

I know, but I also know you.

And I know you wouldn't let an innocent
person suffer if there's an alternative.

So you always find one.

There were people and seats in here.

That's definitely not good.

The pilots. Go.

- Crikey.
- Oh, man.

Oh.

Either one of you know
how to fly a plane?

Ah! Ah!

If you two are done having fun, we
could really use your help up front.

- Where are the pilots?
- Gone, poof.

Trying to find the autopilot.

You're not really willing to let
all these people die, are you, Flynn?

- No.
- I didn't think so.

Stone, Cassandra, take the magical door,

set it up in the back,
evacuate everyone.

Ezekiel and I will take over up here.

- Flynn?
- I know, I know, calm the passengers.

No, I was going to say do you or do
you not know how to speak Spanish?

Eve, two of my PhDs are in 15th
and 17th century Spanish literature.

I translated "Don Quixote"
myself when I was 12...

I get it. Calm everyone down.

Right.

Careful.

Calling Air Traffic Control.

Mayday, Mayday, this is
Air Marahuaca, Flight 77.

We are going down! I
repeat, we are going...

Ezekiel! That's the plane's intercom!

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I know... well, I know some Spanish, and
that definitely ain't from this century.

Whatever it is, it seems to be working.

Okay, I think I've almost
got it ready to crank up.

Remember, we can only use this once.

Put your hands in the air!

- Step away from the door.
- Put the gun down, man.

Special Agent Sam Linsky,
Department of Statistical Anomalies.

I have orders to shoot if you attempt
to harm these passengers in any way.

Sir, this isn't what it looks like.

I will not warn you again.

Hold onto something.

Warning.

Strong warning. Strong warning.

- Strong warning.
- Time to go.

We need everyone off this plane now!

Cassandra, show 'em it's safe!

Watch me!

Ezekiel, you, too!

You don't have to tell me twice! Whoo!

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Miss Cillian, what are you doing here?

Um...

Hey.

Go! Go! Andale! Andale!

Go, people! Go back there!

Do something, Flynn! Help me
get these people out of here!

Be the hero I know you are.

There's the look.

Okay, I may know
something that might work.

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That's some magic trick.

It's actually an old
stage hypnosis technique

developed by Houdini.

I think they'll be a lot
easier to round up now.

Stone, let's go to it!

Uh, hep! Hep! Hep!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Oh. Oh, boy.

Oh, boy. Okay, uh...

I don't... yes, come this way.

Right this way. Uh, okay.

No, no, no, there you go, there you go.

Nice piggies. Um...

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

I'll be right behind you.

I promise, Flynn, we're
dong the right thing.

We will find the Eye of Ra.

I know we will.

Go!

Colonel Baird.

Where's Mr. Carsen?

Ha! Rabbit.

Bermuda Triangle's not
an hourglass worm hole,

it's a looking glass rabbit hole.

Some sort of Lewis Carroll inspired,
extra-dimensional magical safe

designed to keep the Eye of Ra
from falling into the wrong hands.

And I'm talking to myself.

"If seven maids with seven mops

swept it for half a year,

do you suppose it's possible
they could make it clear?"

"I doubt it," said the
carpenter, and shed a bitter tear.

Jenkins.

No, not Jenkins. Who are you?

We have not met. And yet we have.

For All who seek the Eye have a certain
air about them as telling as a lie.

They swear that they're never
wrong right up until they die.

So the Eye of Ra's here? Fantastic!

Okay, what do I have to do?

There is a game designed to
tell the learned from the fool.

Whether you crave golden glory
or live by the Golden Rule.

To see if you possess the knowledge
that can't be learned in school.

This sounds like fun. How do we start?

The Chessboard in the Rose Garden
is where the game is played.

- But watch out...
- Okay, got it.

Which way is the Chessboard?

What...?

This is a place of opposites,
where night looks like day.

To travel to the place you wish,

you must start the other way.

But missteps come with penalties
you can't afford to pay.

- Cassandra.
- Silence, Knight.

Take your position.

The rules of the game are simple,

four chances to advance.

Each question answered honestly
wins you another chance.

Attempt a lie, a con, or cheat...

and you will get the lance.

I'm sorry, the what?

Ah, the lance.

Okay, so I'm guessing
this won't be movie trivia.

Teaching is to tend a garden,
sowing seeds into a tree,

throwing all the cage doors open,

letting people's minds fly free.

Would you say that this describes
you? Would your pupils all agree?

Definitely. They absolutely would.

I mean, most of them.

Many of them. I think there's
maybe one or two that wouldn't.

Maybe one who would say
to him that I constantly

deny him his individuality
and awesomeness

for no other reason that
I find it really annoying

and I wish he was more like me.

It seems you are no stranger
to competing games of sport.

The question is, when passions flare,

does your fuse burn long or short?

Are you fine to share the credit
or are you the jealous sort?

I think that I'm a
pretty even-tempered guy.

I mean, I try to be. Okay, I'm
not. Okay, I'm a sore loser.

I'm a bad sport. I like to win and
I like to be first and if I'm not,

I throw a tantrum like a little baby!

Ah, okay.

Relationships define our
lives from birth until the end.

We're careful not to lend bonds break.

They're difficult to mend.

And so I ask you plainly,
are you a caring friend?

Well, how... you know, friendship,
it's kind of a subjective concept, uh...

Let me finish! Let me finish, let me
finish. I was going to say I'm not.

I'm a terrible friend. I don't
know how to be a caring friend.

Or maybe I do and I'm
just afraid to try...

I'm afraid to get close to people
'cause I'm terrified of being hurt.

Three questions down and one to go.

I see you've hit your stride.

But do not get too confident.
You've not yet reached this side.

Do you think you are a humble
man or a victim of your pride?

Well, I wouldn't say I
was a victim of my pride.

I mean... wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

No, I'm not a humble man. I used to be.

I used to be a lot of things. I used
to be insecure, scared, and I hated it,

and I think I built up an armor
of confidence to hide the fact

that I'm never more than two steps
away from a full-on panic attack.

And I can see... I can see how
that would alienate the people

who care about me the most,
and I'm very sorry about that.

Congratulations, Knight.
You have the inner vision.

The Eye of Ra is yours.
Collect your prize.

I underestimated you. I
didn't think you'd last.

But you found your strength in candor,

and so to you the Eye is passed.

And may I introduce to
you all the remaining cast?

We who have pledged to guard the Eye

now entrust the Eye to you.

In it resides hope eternal,

but it has a secret, too.

Would you like me to tell him?

No, I believe I should tell him.

I also think we can
dispense with the rhyme

and the literary theatrics.

Don't you agree, Flynn?
May I call you Flynn?

Teddy Chislington, I presume.

You're quite a Librarian, Flynn.

Up there with Enoch the Elder.

Well, that is very high
praise, coming from you.

And may I also say that you've done
a masterful job keeping the Eye safe.

What choice did I have?

To possess a weapon designed to be
wielded last in the ultimate battle

is an awesome sense of
responsibility, to say the least.

I knew even the Library was
not secure enough to protect it.

No, I needed to hide it
where others feared to tread,

design a test only a Librarian
with a pure heart could pass.

Why Lewis Carroll?

His characters always
seemed the most fun,

but it's who they represent
to you that's important.

They serve as a mirror, the
test being one of reflection.

Of course. It forces
the challenger to face

whatever it is he fears the most.

Well, every person who
has come through this test

has brought their own
challenges with them.

You're the first to conquer yours.

And now that you have, my work is done.

So, you gave up everything to stay here?

I am at peace.

I assume you know the
history of the Eye of Ra?

Yes, yes, yes. It has to do
with the Egyptian sun god, Ra,

who symbolizes bringing of
the dawn, peace, rebirth.

Partly, but there is a component of
violence inherent in any creation.

A death in every birth.

And for the eye to pursue its gift,

a sacrifice must be made.

What kind of sacrifice?

A life of your choosing.

To knowingly take a life, any life,

is anathema to being a Librarian,

and by far the hardest duty
we're ever asked to perform.

I... I can't do that. I can't do it.

I'm afraid, when push comes to shove,

I wouldn't be able to do that.

I...

can't think of any life that
I'd be willing to lay down

in the service of fighting
evil, other than...

Yes, Flynn.

I know what I have to do.

Maybe I've always known.

Good-bye, Teddy.

Safe travels.

Farewell, Flynn.

You, too.

It's got to be something. Okay, shh.

I can't...

Flynn!

How did you get here?

How did you get off the plane?

Did you find the Eye of Ra?

First things first.

_

Soo-eee!

_

_

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Bad news concerns your luggage.

Let's fire up the back door, send
these good people on their way.

Gladly. Sir, good to have you back.

I see you were successful.

Indeed, I was.

Then I feel I must tell
you that while the Eye

is our court of last resort,

it does not come without a price.

So I've been made aware.

And when the time
comes, I will be ready.

No, sir, you're not suggesting...

We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

And, in the meantime, let's
keep that price tag between us.

Yes, sir. I understand.

I thought you said you
were right behind me.

I know, and I'm sorry.

Didn't want to risk
losing the Eye of Ra.

I didn't want to risk losing you.

Librarians are a dime
a dozen these days,

but a Guardian,

they're a little harder to come by.

What happened to you down there?

Things are gonna be different
from now on, Eve, I promise.

No more running away.

What do we do with him?

I don't know.

Cassandra, what do you
think we should do with him?

Me? Oh, I hadn't thought of anything.

Why don't you and Ezekiel
come up with something?

Be creative. I trust you.

- What are you gonna do?
- Me, I could use a drink.

How about it, Stone? You got a couple of
cold ones stashed around here somewheres?

I might have a couple chillin'
in the Fountain of Youth.

All righty, then. Now that our
Venezuelans are on their way,

I say after we take
care of our DOSA friend,

we all reconvene at the Fountain of
Youth for a little mission debrief.

You sure you're okay?

Let's just say I traveled
through the looking glass

and it was quite a ride.

And I learned that the
best defense to have

is not a suit of pride,

but rather to go into war

with good friends by your side.

So, what do you say, friends?

Shall we see it through?

All right, Librarians,

that's the way you wanna play it, huh?

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