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Previously on The Magicians...

On Earth, barely any time has passed,
while here, it's been 300 years.

High King
Fen and Josh the Fresh Prince

were overthrown 300 years ago.

The Dark King reigns.
Glory to his rule.

So, tell me. Did you happen
to bring any food with you?

A monster rode you around for
months while he murdered people.

And then one of
your closest friends died.

The surges are getting worse.

I'm just saying, this is the type of
thing I should be using my magic to fix.

The apocalypse is happening,

but you won't accept my help
because I'm a woman?

Quite right.

My name is Professor Adiyodi.

It's not a voice.
It's more like a signal.

I'm gonna take down
my wards so you can show me.

Professor?

This building.
It's missing.

Do you know what kind of skills
it would take to steal a building

with Level Five wards?

I miss him every day, too.

No one gets to
tell you how to grieve, Alice.

If you need to do something
crazy to get through it,

do something crazy, okay?

Quentin?

Where am I?

Where are my pants?

If this is a dream, which
it seems like it's a dream,

shouldn't knowing
it's a dream wake me up?

Unless it's a lucid dream,
like that episode of Voyager.

Or I've been kidnapped by aliens who
are trying to get secrets out of me

like that other episode
of Voyager.

Is something wrong?

No. It's just you sound like
someone I used to know.

I feel like I'm supposed to be
helping you with something.

Is that weird?

No, it isn't weird at all.

You're right.
This is a crazy dream.

See, this belonged to my
friend, and I can't read it.

But you can.

And you're supposed to tell me what
it says, and then you'll wake up.

What language is it in?
I was hoping you knew.

I've never seen it before.

What?
Sorry.

If it was Elvish or Klingon...

This is a really weird dream.

Do you have a car?
Can you take me to Taco Bell?

Where the hell
is that Portal Tree?

You are doing such a great job.

Will you promise me something?

Mmm? When this is all over,
we can still be friends?

No.

Whoa.

This isn't real.

Eliot. Hey!

Hey. How are you
talking right now?

I'm dead, not rude.

You're a ghost.
Am I?

Sorry.
It's hard to be mad.

I was a terrible High King.

Or that's what a lot of people
screamed at me,

and a lot of strangers
screaming at you can't be wrong.

Right.
Anyhoo, they hung me.

"Fen out, bitches."

For what it's worth, I am sorry
that I wasn't here to save you.

It's okay. Really.

The last I heard, you were
still possessed by The Monster.

And I figured if they did save you,
you'd probably be off drinking.

Honestly, I was counting on
Margo to save me. Or Quentin.

Or Alice, or Penny,
or Julia or Dean Fogg.

But I know the man I married.

Too well, it seems.

Oh, no, look at your sad face.

Don't be hard on yourself.
I'm already dead.

It's not like you can do some
kind of magic to turn back time.

Wait. Unless... Can you?

Eliot, if you can save me,
you have to do it.

Buzzards are
coming soon to peck out my eyes.

My poor dead eyes!

Okay, fine. Jesus.
Oh, God!

Chill.

Yikes.

Eliot!

Which one of you beefy twats
built a Magician-proof dungeon?

All right, let's brute force
this mother.

Oh, my God.

My friends, if you're
reading this, it's because I'm dead.

Or I escaped and forgot
to get rid of this letter.

But probably the first one.
R.I.P. me.

We knew something
had gone right on your end

when magic came back
stronger than ever.

But then we didn't
hear from you.

- News from the Northern Marsh.
- What about our friends?

Have any of the messenger
bunnies returned?

Not as of yet.

The rabbits believe the connection
between our world and yours

has been disturbed somehow.

They're refusing to come out
of their burrows,

no matter how many cigarettes
we offer them.

Days turned into months
with no word from anyone

and no way for us
to return to Earth.

Her languorousness Abigail advises we
send our armies to the Northern Marsh

to investigate the reports
of these creatures.

The locals called them
"the Takers."

Look, man, I may be drowning my sorrows
in fried chicken, but I'm not an idiot.

We're in over our heads.

That's why we need to
get a message to Margo.

We spent so much time
trying to get you back

that we didn't see the real
problem right in front of us.

The people rose up against us.

On the count of three,
we charge.

But I don't have a weapon.
You are the weapon.

I'm just saying, you have two.

One, two, three, charge!

It did not go well for us.

Like a dope, I had done some renovations
and made the dungeon Magician-proof.

Oops.

Margo, I hope
it's you who finds this.

And I hope you understand,
I did it all for you.

Goodbye.

Did your pig visitor
tell you about the nature

of this apocalyptic
whatever-the-hell

that's coming to kill us all?

No, but Magicians are blowing
themselves up all over the place.

So many that civilians
have caught on. I think...

There's too much goddamn magic.
Yes, I know.

Some surges come and go
and hardly anyone notices.

And sometimes it's a clusterfuck

of catastrophe and death.

I'm trying to find a pattern.

Why some surges and not others?

Well, if you'd had
a proper Brakebills education,

you'd know the answer.

Circumstances, dear.

The phase of the moon,
the nearest body of water.

You must factor them all
into your casting.

Even us filthy hedges
know about circumstances.

The trick is

certain circumstances
make casting easier.

Others make them
much more difficult.

Some of the surges must be lining up with
particularly favorable circumstances.

Is there any way
to predict them,

so we can warn people
in advance?

I may know someone
who can help you.

Professor Ex.

Wait. Like the X-Men?

No. She's my ex-lover.

I like calling her that
because she hates it.

She's a genius at metamath.

Do you feel that?
A surge.

Damn it.

That was Professor Ex's
classroom blowing up.

I picked a hell of a week
to quit drinking.

I asked around.

Nobody knows who stole
the Book Depository.

Did you ask David Copperfield?
Yeah.

Oh.

But a job this big,
somebody should have seen it.

All right, look,
my brain is fried,

so I either need to get some sleep or
to fry it some more, recreationally.

Well, club soda is as crazy
as I get these days, so...

Casual sex then?
Good night, Pete.

Good night, boss.

Your friend is like
if cocaine was a person.

Well, it's a hedge bar.

That description fits
half the people here.

Not you.

What am I?

A Mossad assassin
undercover as a lumberjack?

And you play bass in a J-pop
hard metal cover band?

Close. K-pop.

Yu-jin.

Kady.

Mmm, good morning.

Is it?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I haven't had a night
like that in a while.

I'll just, um... Pants.

Uh, if you want
to hang sometime or, heh...

You know, I'm just gonna stop talking.

I'm just...

Call... Call me.

Finally getting that GED?

Have some respect.
I'm a professor.

Oh. "Chapter Seven,
Travelling Against Your Will"?

That sounds like a problem.

One of my students
was hearing this signal,

and when I listened to it,
I just travelled.

No idea where, no idea why. And
none of this can explain it.

So, just don't listen
to the signal again?

Wow. Thank you.
Shut up.

Except now I hear it
all the time.

This, here, helps
quiet down a bit, but...

It's kind of terrifying to lose
control of yourself like that. Yeah.

Are you okay?

You know, hangover remedies are
kind of a specialty of mine.

I remember.

No judgment or anything,
but I thought...

I'm sober.

Well, I was. Almost a year.

And here I am, and my head
feels like it's gonna explode.

And if I remembered deciding
to have that first drink,

I would tell you why I did it.

You're human.
Dust yourself off.

Maybe keep searching for leads

on that vanishing
Book Depository or whatever.

What?

That library branch
that got heisted.

You spent all day yesterday
looking for it.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Are you sure
you're just hungover?

Did you get my tacos?

I got one of
everything they had.

Whose house is this?
My mom's.

Where is she?

She's at a sex...
She's camping.

This is a really long dream.

Mmm-hmm.

Hey.
Oh, God.

What?
Oh, hi.

Um, look, I need help
with a metamath problem.

The professor who specializes in
it at Brakebills blew herself up,

so I figured,
next best thing, right?

Yeah, you know,
now's not a good time.

My cousin's here from Canada,

and, well, he's Canadian,
so, anyway, I've got to go.

Alice.

That's...
That's Quentin.

What the hell did you do?

Hello.

Oh, shit.

So, what do you say?

Wanna go back in time,

save my friends, and un-fuck
history for old times' sake?

If I change anything,

it could undo every sacrifice
we've all made to stop The Beast.

Why did you build a workshop
full of time travel gadgets

if you aren't willing
to use them?

The lesson that I've learned from a
life of trying to change the past is,

well, you almost
always make things worse.

Speaking of, where is
my little Volunteer Tomato?

Volunteer, um...

Quentin, my dear.

He died saving me.

Saving everybody.

Stiff upper lip, hey?
Positively British of you.

Someone's gotta
keep it together.

Is that what you think
you're doing?

Back when Quentin first came to
Fillory in the very first timeline,

he was running from grief.

His best friend had died, tragically.
Julia.

You.

A victim of your own vices.

I was worried that I was
taking advantage of him,

of his sorrow.

So the first change I made
was to save you.

To see if he would
still answer Fillory's call,

and he did.

And then he died.

Thirty-nine times.

I'd hoped this time
would be different.

It still could be.

You saved him 39 times.
Why not 40?

Because he won.

If you took away his sacrifice,

you'd lose everything
that it brought you.

Your life, and the lives
of everyone around you.

Same with your friends Josh
and... Was it "Flen"?

It was not.

You have to let go
of the past, Eliot.

Let the dead stay dead.

Time is a motherfucker,
isn't it?

Ah. Tea's ready.

Oh, shit.

Why are you staring at me?
Because...

Holy shit. You look
like somebody I know.

My friend Julia.

Her grandma.

Yeah. Okay. Great.

Um, you know, I actually
have to talk to Alice,

so maybe you could go play
with rocks or something.

So, you built a golem
out of living clay

and used the book of Quentin's
life to fill it with his memories?

It's not so crazy.

And then you animated the
whole thing with his essence?

No, it's just a tiny grain of Q's soul
that I pulled from the Underworld.

You wouldn't help me
with a seance,

and then you go and do this?

Well, I knew it was risky,
but it worked.

But it didn't.

That is not the Quentin
you knew. That's...

How could you do
something like this?

I found this in Q's stuff
at Brakebills.

What is this?

I don't know. It's in a
language I've never seen before.

It could be a letter, or a diary
or a project he was working on.

I thought maybe
he left it for me to find.

So you built the version of Q
that could read this for you.

Right, but...
He's 12, so he can't.

Get rid of it.

Put back the piece of Q's essence
that you stole and let him be at rest.

It's not that simple.

The spell keeps the golem alive

until he completes the task
I brought him here to do.

So the spell can never be finished
'cause he can't read Q's letter.

This was so insanely selfish.

I can't sleep.
I can barely breathe. I...

I needed to fix something,
finish something for him.

Yeah, well, you fucked up.

Maybe if we can figure
out how, we can fix it,

and you can put back the piece of
Quentin's soul where it belongs.

I'm glad you called. Last
night was a bit of a blur.

I was hoping
for a second chance.

Kind of a blur for me, too.
Which is why I called.

See, I'm sober.

I don't remember
drinking last night,

but I've got gaps in my memory,
and not just last night.

I can't remember things
that happened days ago.

What are you saying?

I want to know
if you can explain.

You want to know
if I drugged you?

I left you my number. I...
I showed up for a second date.

Which is big for me, since I
am terrified of settling down.

Oh, maybe I took a chance on you
because you remind me of my cousin

who I've been obsessed with
since we were 13.

Yes, my first cousin.

But our moms are twins,
so genetically my half-sister.

Which makes it worse.
Why am I saying all this?

Because I truthie-d your drink.

You drugged me
to see if I drugged you?

You are insane. But I swear, whatever
happened to you, I didn't do it.

I mean, I did some stuff
to you. On you.

I mean with you.
The... The sex stuff.

Because you asked, for the record.
God, fucking truth serums.

Wait, wait. Kady. Kady.

Um...

I got to my building
this morning

and I couldn't remember
which apartment was mine.

I thought, "Hey, crazy night."

But seems like, if your memory
was changed, so was mine.

I need to know why.

If the beheading didn't kill
Josh, the room service would have.

I'll take your complaint
to the manager.

Eliot?

Just in time.
The cell is Margo-proof,

and when the Dark King gets
back from his Summer Palace,

I'm gonna be executed.

What's that?

The contents
of Jane Chatwin's garage,

which we will use
to take back our kingdom.

My kingdom. But sure.

What is this? "Permanence,
for men and women."

Ugh.

God, could you ask first?

Says this will protect us
from timey-wimey whatever,

so we can change the past and not
erase ourselves in the future.

Clutch.

What's that?

A smoker. Beekeepers use them
to calm down their hives.

So that's super-applicable
to our current situation.

Wait.

Josh would never shut up about
the Royal Bees of Whitespire.

They make all the honey
for the castle's kitchens.

And they're talking bees.

Okay, all you have to do

is get the bees to deliver a
message to Josh in the past,

and then smoke them out.

Huh.

Time bees.

Hello there, bees.

Time bees activated.

I'm not sure it feels like we changed the past.
At least, not yet.

What are you doing?

There used to be
a letter in here.

Huh.

It's Fen's.

High King Fen here,

giving you an update
on life in Castle Whitespire.

Babadook hats and open-toed
shoes are the style this season.

Ooh, hey, Josh, hey.

Get in my Insta Story.

Uh, no. There is
no Insta on Fillory.

But...
And so this is...

I have three bars.

We're on a different planet.
That's not even...

How do you have three bars?

This is..
. Whose phone is that?

The time bees.

- Oh, God, do you hear that?
- Well played, sister.

Oh, they're saying something.

Fen, I'm allergic to bees!

Or maybe not.

Oh, Josh!
Please help me!

Oh! No!
I'm being killed!

So many bees!

Did Josh say he was allergic?

Right.

That's why Josh would never
shut up about the bees.

Oops.

I had a friend
who used to do that.

Once he got to the end
of his favorite book,

he'd go back
to the beginning again.

Endings are the worst part.

Characters grow up, they
move on, some of them die.

It feels like...

Your best friend in the whole
world has abandoned you.

I've had this conversation before.
So have I.

The therapist my mom sends me to
says I have transition anxiety.

As if it's too much to ask
that nothing ever change.

Well, your real friends won't abandon you.
That will never change.

Or my best friend will start dating
skeevy guys who smoke and spit

and she'll forget I ever existed.

You're just gonna have
to trust me on this one,

but the skeevy guys thing

is just a phase.

She needs you
just as much as you need her.

Excuse me.

Well, I tried to find a flaw
in the casting, but I couldn't.

It's him.

It's Q.

The one I knew at that age.

But the spell...

I've been doing a lot
of reading on circumstances.

Not all of them are astrological.
Some of them...

Are inside you.

I think you did
that spell perfectly.

Your brain might have asked

for the version of Q
that could read his letter,

but your internal circumstances
asked for something different.

Maybe you need to ask him
a different question.

What's that?

A History of Fillory,
from the Royal Library.

What does it say?

"After the Fresh Prince was stung to
death by a swarm of honey-drunk assassins,

"High King Fen..." My God,
she listened to the bees.

"She sent an army of soldiers
to hunt down the Dark King.

"A massive manhunt

"that was viewed as tyrannical
overreach by the people of Fillory.

"She was overthrown
and executed.

"The Takers invaded,
the Dark King still rose."

So that's it then?

In... In what conceivable
universe is that it?

I'm just saying we're doing all of
this to save a man you ostensibly love,

who died of a bee sting because
you forgot he was allergic.

What is your fucking point?

I was gone. You were alone,
and you hate being alone,

and so you grabbed the first
dick that crossed your desk,

and now you're having
a hard time letting go.

You think I should let go
of our friends' lives?

I think you have a textbook
case of cock-blindness.

You are Margo the Destroyer,
not Margo the Pining Girlfriend.

I'm gonna let
your bullshit slide

on account of you so recently being
possessed by a homicidal monster.

But I'm not changing my plan.

Okay. Okay.

Go for it.

All right.

Wait.

I recognize these.

The first time Jane came
to Fillory by herself,

she was homesick
and missed her brothers.

A forest crone
gave her these stamps.

Put them on a letter, address it
to whoever, wherever, whenever,

and it gets to them.
This could be our chance.

I can just tell Josh
how to fix things.

Find an envelope,
address it to Josh Hoberman,

Castle Whitespire,

before he was killed by bees.

Dear Josh, hello from your
friends 300 years in the future.

The bad news is
we can't come back to get you.

The good news,
if you do exactly what I say,

you won't be overthrown
and executed.

Uh, Fen?
You're gonna want to see this.

Those reports
you've been ignoring

about an invasion of creatures
in the Northern Marsh?

Stop ignoring them.
Send an army. Today.

I told you we should have.

Just shush.
Summon the guards!

Everyone, we did it.

We scared the Takers back to
wherever the hell they came from.

Go us!

And somehow,
when we fix the past,

I hope we can
see each other again.

Love, Margo.

The letter disappeared the
moment I closed the mailbox.

It worked.

Josh and Fen did a banishment
spell to scare off the Takers,

they thought.

Then the creatures came back

and killed Josh and Fen
and everyone in Whitespire.

Don't say anything.

Okay, it's working.

So, how does a homemade psychic
amplifier help if I'm not a psychic?

Lowers the bar just enough for the two
of you to be able to connect your minds.

We're both missing memories.

If we combine the ones we have,

it might be enough
to give us an answer.

Huh.

So, it's like, uh, memory VR.
No.

Are you sure about this?

I'm sure I need to know
what happened to me.

You?
Same.

Don't touch.

Hands together, please.

So, where should we start?

Last night. The bar.

Your friend is like
if cocaine was a person.

Well, it's a hedge bar.

That description fits
half the people here.

Not you.

Oh... Come on.
This is totally memory VR.

Shh.

Now what?

A Mossad assassin
undercover as a lumberjack?

Now we watch.

You play bass in a J-pop
hard metal cover band?

I can look away.

You clearly already remember it.

I don't know.

No drugs slipped into
our drinks, no head injuries.

Whatever happened to us,
it seems like we both forgot.

Oh, what the hell?

Stop!
What are you doing?

Kady, uh, I know
that looked bad.

What the hell was that? What,
some kind of memory spell?

I mean, it looked like it, but I don't know.
I don't remember.

Well, what the hell do you remember then?
Why were you at the bar?

To drink to. To...

To meet a friend.
Who?

A Hedge I know
from my first safe house.

Show me.

That's my friend.
She's...

The woman that Pete left with.

What are you? What, some
kind of Manchurian Candidate?

A sleeper agent that gets activated
to attack women in their bedrooms?

This doesn't make any sense.
What's on the card?

I can't make it out.
Damn it.

I know what's on the card. How?

You put your phone number on it.

Oh, Kady, wait...

So show me who you really are.

Someone sent you to
erase my memory. Who?

I have no idea.

I never do.
I get a job, I do it.

And when it's over,
I make sure I don't remember.

You walk around having no idea
what you do for a living?

Why would I want that
on my conscience?

Because that's what
a conscience is for.

To keep you from
doing fucked-up shit.

The world is painful.
That's not gonna change.

So I use whatever crutch
I have to to keep going.

Point is, you can take
the shiv from my throat,

because I can't rat out
someone I don't remember.

Well, my friend's a psychic.

Why don't I have him root around

and see what you do
and don't remember?

Then you don't leave me
much choice, Kady.

No! Damn it!

Who sent you?

What the hell happened?

I don't know. He just...
He self-destructed.

He's gone.

Telling them to kill
the Dark King was a bust.

Same with
going after the Takers.

We need a new plan.
We only have two stamps left.

One stamp. After your last
letter to Josh, I had an idea.

I gave it a shot. It didn't work, so.
...one stamp.

And you didn't tell me?

I'm not your subject.
I'm your friend.

Fine. Then what would
you tell Josh to do?

Run to the nearest dive
and drink himself to death?

Yes. I would run away.

Because you try to save your
friends and they die anyway.

You can't stop the Takers and
you can't stop the Dark King.

And if we don't focus on getting you
out, you're gonna get decapitated.

Fillory is fucked
because it always is,

and I don't get why you keep
trying to fix something

that wants to be broken.

It may be broken,

but it's my home.

It hasn't been
your home for 300 years.

You are right about one thing.
I have gone soft.

I've been telling myself that if
I can just keep Josh from dying,

somehow I can get
him and my kingdom back.

But that's not possible.
Is it?

What are you telling him?

I told him
he needs to stay here.

He can use the information
from this history book

to fight the Dark King
and the Takers

wherever they show up
for the rest of his life.

I told him goodbye.

I'm not dreaming, am I?

I ask because it's been
like a full day,

and if you sleep for that long
it's 'cause you're dead.

I had this friend
who I loved very much,

and he died.

And I didn't get to say goodbye.

And I honestly don't know how
I'm gonna go on without him.

And he gave me this gift
I can never repay.

What was the gift?

His life.

He gave it up for mine.

I brought you here
'cause I wanted closure.

You know, I just...

I wanted to fix something

or finish something for him.

But the letter I showed you,
you couldn't read it, so...

You're skipping to the
beginning of the book.

What?

I can't help you because
you don't want me to.

Because then your
friend's story is over.

My dad says when I get sad about
something that's gonna end...

...I should just imagine this
is the first page in a new book.

The gift your friend gave you,

it wasn't his life.

It was yours.

That story just started.

What?

I shouldn't be surprised
that even at age 12,

Quentin Coldwater is still
the smartest person I know.

I'm feeling tired.

Really tired.

Hey, do you want to see a trick?

Sure.

That was cool.
Yeah.

There's just one more thing

I wanted to say.

Goodbye, Quentin.

He's gone.

Are you okay?

I'm sorry he couldn't give
you the answer you wanted.

No. He did.

Maybe I can still help you
with your problem.

My dad had a friend with a really rare
discipline, predicting circumstances.

They lost touch years ago,
but she wrote this.

If anyone can find the pattern
you're looking for, it'll be her.

Thanks.

I don't remember any of it.

The Book Depository, the mystery
woman who apparently wiped my memory.

All I know is what
you told me, which...

Isn't enough
to do anything with.

Somebody's out there with enough
power to steal a building,

paranoid enough to send mind-wiping
sleeper agent assassins after you.

It's not nothing.

Well, I need a drink.

Sorry. Insensitive.

I'll show myself out.

How are you feeling?

And I thought that if I took on
more power and more responsibility,

that I'd want heroin less.

But the truth is, when
I thought I'd relapsed,

I wasn't disappointed.

I wasn't mad at myself.

I was relieved.

It gave me permission
to relapse some more.

Trying to lead the hedges,
it's only gonna get harder.

And I'm not sure I can
do it without a crutch.

Which maybe means
I shouldn't do it at all.

Hey...
No.

You never quite get used to the
smell of Fillorian plumbing, do you?

Josh. You're alive.

Thanks to you.
I got your letter.

Right. The letter.

I did exactly what you said.

I went to the Clock Dwarf,
brought him a ham sandwich

and told him to send me
forward 300 years.

Just you?

No. Fen came, too.

And Tick, and Rafe and a few
guys from my bowling league.

I started a bowling league.
And about a dozen other people.

Nobody cool wanted to stay in the
past once they knew what was coming.

I can't believe it.

Look behind the stone.

I hid it there before I left.

Margo, thank you.

May I present the government
of High King Margo in exile.

Let's get out of here
before we all get killed.

Hey, Margo.