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Previously on Legacies...

My name is Hope Mikaelson.

I'm a hybrid of three different creatures. Tri-brid.

We are a school for the supernatural.

Welcome to the Salvatore School.

- I'm Josie. - I'm Lizzie. Sisters.

Lizzie's nemesis Dana liking you.

That's the puzzle piece you need

to crack Lizzie's candy shell.

I'll forgive you if you promise

- not to keep secrets. - I promise.

Landon was inside

the walls of this school because of me.

He had access to the knife he stole because of me.

She's a dragon.

To take down a dragon, all you need is a buttload of courage

and a sword.

This is a death spell. We don't allow black magic.

It gets inside your heart and it poisons your mind.

- Where are they? - They're gone.

I lied to protect myself, but in doing so, I hurt you.

For that, I will be forever sorry.

You know, I opened this school to protect these kids.

How am I supposed to protect them

from stuff that's not supposed to exist?

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Gaulish.

Why does it always have to be Gaulish?

All right, gather together.

Chain spells are about the fluid movement of energy

from witch to witch.

Where's Penelope Park?

Um, lady cramps, Mr. Williams.

Sorry I asked.

A disharmonious group makes for an uneven flow.

Okay...

Uh-oh, who's in trouble

with the headmaster?

Probably the people who started a rumble

with the local high school.

"Lizzie Saltzman, Josie Saltzman."

And baby makes three.

Off you go.

This makes no sense, Dad.

Why are we being punished?

Because you started a brawl at a charity football game

that risked exposing what we really do here.

Well, you weren't mad last night.

I was mad last night.

My undying love for my daughters

just happened to trump my rage.

I volunteered everyone in the game,

so stop complaining.

You're lucky that it's just community service

and not actual jail time.

Can I at least offer a rebuttal in my defense,

if it pleases the court?

First of all, I was provoked.

My response was totally proportional considering

the levels of abuse that I was forced to endure.

And secondly...

if anyone should take the blame, it's Josie.

What? I'm sorry.

I totally cracked under cross, but if you had just

let Kaleb catch the ball...

You'd still be in trouble.

But nice job throwing your sister under the bus.

Thank you, Hope.

Speaking of, the bus leaves in ten minutes,

and I expect all three of you

to be on it, working together today,

harmoniously and without drama.

End of debate. I wasn't even at the game.

Why am I being punished?

You know what you did.

All right, now, go, all of you.

Come on.

Seriously?

What part of what I said needs translating?

I want to help you with research.

Dorian has a master's degree in library science.

I think the adults have it covered. That's not fair.

You only play by the grown-up rules when you don't

need something from me.

I am spinning right now, Hope.

And I can't drag you or anyone else any further

into this until I figure out what's going on, okay?

So right now, I need you to be a kid

keeping a dragon-sized secret today

until I get some answers.

Understood?

So, what did you do?

My dad never gets mad at you.

You're the prodigal daughter.

Must have been juicy.

Sorry, no time for girl talk. Public service awaits.

All right, listen up.

It's a beautiful day. You got options:

Litter, weeds, graffiti.

Your choice.

It's bad enough we get punished while the humans get a pass,

but there ain't no way in hell

I'm picking up their garbage.

Uh, I don't do trash either.

I love trash, as of this moment.

Perf. It suits you.

Looks like we're scrubbing paint today.

Dad told us to work together, okay, harmoniously.

Yeah, and he also said without drama,

and I am feeling a rage attack

coming on, so I will be remaining drama-free

over by that wall of graffiti.

Are you coming or not? I don't know,

Lizzie, is there another bus you want to throw me under?

Fine, Daddy's girls.

Anyone else?

Get the lead out, MG.

Uh, I think it's done.

Oh...

Next time, we got to catch, like, a deer or something.

You know, more meaty, less...

rabbity.

It's food, man. I'm good.

Thanks for sticking with me.

Nowhere else I'd rather be, bro.

I don't know.

That school was good for you.

Ian, you run, I run, period.

She hates me, doesn't she?

Hope? Probably.

You want to explain why you kept lying to her?

Why you lied to me. That's the problem.

I can't.

Every time I try to put it into words,

all I can say is

it's like the knife

wanted me to steal it.

And then it wanted me to lie.

Knives don't have conscious thoughts, brother.

I know, but knives don't usually attract dragons either.

Um, well, what's done is done.

It's not like you're ever gonna see her again anyway.

Hey, hey... it's just the two of us.

Living off the land.

Nothing better.

A burger.

A burger would be better.

A burger would be better.

Hey, I got an idea... to make some money.

Put your new werewolf skills to work.

You in?

Come on, MG, any slower and you'd be going in reverse.

Look, I'm doing the best I can without vamping in public.

That's plain pitiful, bruh. Well, at least he's trying.

I don't see you pitching in.

'Cause this whole thing's wack.

What, we get punished for wanting to win a game

fair and square?

It wasn't fair.

We're supernatural, they're human.

And LeBron's maybe the best player ever.

Should he quit scoring?

'Cause no one on the court can check him.

We're faster, we're stronger.

We're better.

And we ain't got nothing to apologize for.

Nothing.

Hypothetical question.

How bad would it suck if whoever did this graffiti

just came back tonight and put it

right back up again? Well,

whoever it is, I hope he improves his spelling.

Hey, MG.

Dana. What's good?

Uh, he's busy, Dana.

Um, he can speak for himself, Saltzman.

You know what, I was just getting ready to grab a break.

Mm.

MG... Oh!

That's my bad. My bad. Oh...

Hey, Lizzie, you, uh...

Choose your next words very carefully, Pedro.

Now's not a good time.

When I was brought on,

I was told that counseling was mandatory

for everyone at school,

by you.

I've got things to do.

I'm gonna have to, uh...

rain check therapy.

Mm.

Is that the knife the dragon was chasing?

Dorian never misses his appointments.

Yes.

And if my translations are correct,

whoever wields it has the power to save the world.

Or end all life as we know it.

It's hard to say.

Fourth century Gaulish is tricky.

Well, in that case,

stop cleaning it and destroy the damn thing.

Hmm.

Hydrochloric acid.

I've tried explosives,

an acetylene torch, a circular saw.

I've even run over it

with my truck.

And according to legend,

it's indestructible.

And I'm starting to agree.

So in addition to father, teacher, mentor,

you've also added

linguist, slayer of mythical creatures,

and demolitions expert to your résumé.

That's a lot to take on,

especially all by yourself. Emma.

- When I say I'm fine, I'm... - A jerk.

You are a total jerk.

What happened to you?

A Neanderthal from Mystic Falls High

assaulted me with a milkshake.

This stupid girl Dana

was being... You know what? I can't even talk about it.

But now Hope

and Josie are all

sisters in solidarity.

But as I was walking home,

I did the work and I dug deep,

and I realized that this is all his fault.

How is this my fault?

Because if you had just been at that game

instead of running around with Hope,

then everything would've gone differently.

And it is not fair

that she gets to know secrets that your own daughters don't.

She has a point. Not helping.

I am not going back there.

Okay, that's fine, um...

Why don't you go help the primary school students

out in the garden.

At least now you know why I am so screwed up.

Aren't you supposed to help?

Consider this a life lesson, Pedro.

People disappoint.

That statue just moved.

Good one.

I mean, I deserve to know what's happening just as much as Hope.

I'm his freaking daughter. It's doing it again.

We're being punked, Pedro.

The sixth grade witches are learning

illusion spells this semester.

It's... It's...

It's...

Let me guess, it's right behind me?

Lizzie.

Pedro.

Run!

Get inside, Pedro!

I need you to give me your hand.

Now find my dad. Go.

Imperium monstrum.

Lizzie?

Oh, my God, Lizzie.

Oh, what happened?

What happened? Can you...?

She isn't moving. Why-why isn't she moving?

The statue hurt her.

Tell me what you know about gargoyles.

Did you say "gargoyles"?

Okay, uh, search Medieval French folklore.

Look for "The Legend of the Gargoyle Petrotho."

If I'm right, I think he's poisoned Lizzie

with some sort of actual grayscale.

She's paralyzed. What if it spreads to her heart?

I'm on it.

You have a future in waste management.

Cleaning up messes is kind of my thing.

Well, your sister is kind of a dumpster fire.

Why do you always pick fights?

We've known each other a decade

and any time you have the chance, you poke.

You guys do your fair share of poking.

Yeah, in retaliation to your pokes.

And with you spending so much time with my dad

and keeping secrets...

We're not keeping secrets.

Oh, yeah? What happened when you went to go find Landon Kirby?

Nothing happened.

Something clearly did happen.

Rafael never showed up at school,

my dad was rattled, so why won't you just tell me?

Because there's nothing to tell. Aah!

Oh, my God.

Aah!

Ow.

Are you okay? I mean, what do I do?

Help me pull it out. What?

I can heal myself. Pull it out.

Ow!

You poked yourself.

Shut up.

To the roof and back in 20 seconds?

Or we double your money.

You're on. Ten bucks.

We got this. Yes.

20...

19...

He's not gonna make it.

Whoo!

What can I say?

My boy's on fire.

Triple or nothing.

Sir, we've already taken your money twice.

How about a hundred?

But I want him to do it in ten seconds.

Start the clock.

We are on lockdown. No one goes outside. Period.

I want you all in your rooms.

Upper class, you're on the buddy system.

Lower class, I want you to go with Emma

to the Grand Hall, okay? Everyone, let's go.

You're coming with me.

- Okay. - All right, take Lizzie

with you and the kids. Keep an eye on that infection.

I'm gonna try and draw it away from the school.

How do you know it will follow you?

Because I think I have what it wants.

Don't fret, we'll be fine.

Everything okay?

Yeah, I just think that that's making me a little bit nauseous.

Huh.

Didn't see that coming.

It's simple math.

MG has the hormones of a teenager

and the impulse control of a preschooler.

He also always goes

for the wrong kinds of girls.

Given my last crush, I can't judge.

Well, my last crush was actually Satan incarnate.

That is, I guess, unless you count...

Who?

Never mind. It really doesn't matter anymore.

Lizzie has dibs.

Dibs?

On Rafael? She always calls dibs.

When's it gonna be your turn?

It just is what it is.

Right, well, that doesn't really make it right.

Your dad knows I used black magic.

That's why I'm in trouble.

Don't worry, I didn't tell him

that you helped me with the spell.

Thank you.

And Landon and Rafael took off together.

Landon told me he didn't know why he stole the knife.

But then he lied about having it,

so I don't know what to believe.

Then he wrote me this letter that was...

I don't know, sweet.

Lizzie's... sensitive.

Our mom is going on

these really long recruitment missions recently.

That's why she's extra testy.

She just really misses her.

I know the feeling.

I remember how your mom used to come by the school.

We all used to say how beautiful she was.

She was.

We really should have sent you flowers or something.

You did.

Your dad signed your names.

It was obvious.

Okay. We definitely deserve a little bit of poking.

I wonder where the boys are right now.

There's this spell that my Aunt Freya taught me.

It's kind of like a full-immersion video chat.

Okay, but don't we need something of Landon's to...

Is that the letter?

You can't tell your dad.

They don't teach this at school.

This is the kind of secret that I can get behind.

Well, this is more like it.

Get used to it.

Oh...

Everything cool?

Yeah. It's all good.

Hope?

We should get out of here.

Why'd you stop? This is twin pain.

Something's wrong. I think Lizzie's in trouble.

Imperium monstrum!

I'm sorry, I can't let you leave.

No, I need to go home to see my sister.

Your dad's with your sister. And I'm under strict orders

to keep you here. What? Why?

And why are you researching that?

This is tight.

You're hot. Like, mad hot.

Hotter than Lizzie?

Uh... uh...

Tell me the truth.

Are you actually feeling me?

You're a good guy.

Pretty cute. Great hair.

But I'm secretly in love with

my best friend Sasha's boyfriend, Connor.

Well, why are we doing this, then?

To make Connor jealous.

Which, let's be honest, is totally what you're doing

with Lizzie Saltzman.

So rather than make out with you, like any other guy would,

I had to ask the honorable

yet supremely stupid question,

and now, if I keep going, I'm taking advantage of you.

And my mama didn't raise me like that.

Forget we made out.

But also remember I'm a really cool dude,

with super dope football skills, and I crush it

all day, every day.

Go.

Come on, Raf. Let's go.

Why?

Yo, this is a perfectly good spot, bro.

We should keep moving.

Mm. Nah.

No, no, I'm not going anywhere

until you tell me what's up.

Ian. Ian.

It's in the hallway.

Everyone, stay very quiet.

Nullum visilaris.

- Raf? - Ian.

You okay?

I don't think either of us are.

Better off than him.

Relax.

Both of you.

I am not here to hurt you.

Who are you?

Your new best friend.

Unbelievable.

I told you to go, not make out with some other dude.

Kaleb. What are you doing?

What's it look like?

Eating.

Oh, my bad. Where's my manners?

We're not supposed to... Supposed to what?

Supposed to be following Lizzie around, like she zapped

our asses with some level-ten sad puppy spell, right?

Come on. Do your thing.

I said I'm good.

That's a nasty hickey you got.

Go home, find a scarf

and forget all about today.

Laters, cutie.

Look, we homies, right?

And I ain't hurting anybody.

So, secret's ours?

Uh, yeah, man.

Yeah, sure.

Vamps before tramps.

Lizzie?

I'll check the library.

What are you doing here? Oh, my God.

You scared me. Dorian was supposed to keep you away.

He tried. He lost. But here.

Killing Gargoyles 101. He thought you could translate it.

Gaulish. Son of a...

So are we are on our own, or did the Gauls provide

clear instruction?

In a nutshell, it says hit it hard, repeat as needed.

Is that...?

Yeah.

Listen, it poisoned Lizzie.

I'm guessing, to get my attention.

Then it attacked me and took the knife.

The knife? The dragon knife?

And you're still breathing?

Oh, I have a theory about that. Well, save it,

because we had to take down that containment spell

to get inside the school,

meaning our monster can get out.

A containment spell?

Lizzie wanted to make sure whatever

attacked her didn't escape into the world.

Good girl.

All right, well, guess we better find it...

...before it makes the evening news.

So how'd you take the containment spell down?

She didn't.

I did.

And I have questions.

Who is that?

A werewolf hunter.

Is that really a thing?

You're new to this.

You probably think that being supernatural

gives you the upper hand.

It doesn't. This world is

a scary place for someone like you,

especially when you're dumb enough

to use your powers in public.

So, what, you go around saving new werewolves or what?

The name's Jeremy.

I've known Alaric since I was a kid,

and now I work for him sometimes.

He told me to track you and make sure

that you stay out of trouble,

which, apparently, you suck at.

And that note?

That was supposed to scare you to safety.

Note?

I'm gonna go grab the shovels.

Once we bury the body,

I'll bring you both back to school.

What happened to "no more lies"?

You gave up a lot coming out here with me.

We were having fun today... The kind of fun

you haven't let yourself have since Cassie died.

When I saw the note and knew it was

all gonna go to hell, I just...

I just froze. I'm...

I'm sorry, Rafael.

I'm sorry.

You should go with him.

Honestly,

you're probably better off without me anyway.

I never thanked you for that.

After Cassie...

you were there.

Like, all in.

It might not have seemed like I appreciated it.

I did.

So let's do what we got to do here.

Then let's go back to school.

They don't want me there.

I am not going without you.

All in.

All in.

Emma?

Emma.

No! Dad!

No!

Fluctus inpulsa.

Josie, help me.

How?

Just repeat after me.

Fluctus inpulsa.

Fluctus inpulsa. Fluctus inpulsa.

Fluctus inpulsa. Fluctus inpulsa.

Fluctus inpulsa.

Fluctus inpulsa!

Nice job.

How could you jump in front of her like that?

You could have died, Dad.

Honey, I knew it wouldn't kill me,

because my research said...

How's Lizzie?

Recovering quickly, thanks to her sister.

So, how did you know the gargoyle wouldn't kill you?

Gargoyles are protectors.

And folklore tells a tale of a gargoyle

who once protected a small settlement in France

whose villagers revered a powerful relic.

A knife.

Our knife?

As the story goes, the gargoyle loved

the humans he protected so much,

he vowed never to harm humanity.

Instead, he chose to fight evil on their behalf.

Me being the evil one in this scenario.

Josie, Lizzie...

In its mind, yes.

I realized when it didn't hurt me before...

...it saw me as the one who needed protection.

I'm not sure that knowing that will make them feel any better.

I should get back to the girls.

Wait.

One more thing.

You're always telling us

that we need to work together.

To put our own feelings aside for the school,

for the community.

I know I haven't always listened to you

with that kind of stuff, but I'm starting to think

that it's actually pretty good advice, so...

maybe you should take it.

Because if you want me and the twins to get along,

for them to be happy,

for the school to be safe...

These secrets are gonna tear us all apart.

If you'd asked me a week ago...

I would have told you

I knew the difference between myth and fact.

I would have said that supernaturals

were limited to the species under this roof.

I would have said that folklore

and fairy tales were just stories.

But I can no longer say that any of that's true.

'Cause just a few days ago, we were confronted

by the existence of a dragon.

And then, today, our campus was terrorized

by a gargoyle come to life.

Some of us...

were forced to fight.

We won.

This time.

They were drawn here by a knife

that went missing earlier this week.

And for whatever reason,

these creatures consider us to be the enemy.

In their minds, we're the villains

because we won't give them what they want.

We don't even know why they want it.

But we're gonna find out.

You're really trying to kill me, huh?

More like you're one of the only people I can trust.

I'll call if I run into any problems.

Oh, and I want a raise.

With dental.

I can't say for sure what their true intentions are.

I can't say there won't be more attacks.

That's why I'm telling you this.

To warn you.

To ask you to look out for each other.

Hey.

I had the kitchen make these.

Your favorite.

Brownies.

Thanks, MG.

To do what's best for one another.

Because we're more than just a school.

We're a family.

And we will stand together,

we will fight together,

and we will win or lose this battle together,

no matter what comes next.

He said he'd be here soon.

"Soon" was an hour ago.

The Salvatore School isn't going to deface itself.

Call Connor and tell him to get

his ass here with the spray paint.

And come off as needy? No, thanks.

You are needy, Sasha.

That's why our friendship works.

I don't have any service.

Sorry. I'm on, like, two percent.

Sasha, what are you doing?

Sasha, if you and Connor are boning in the woods,

I'm gonna kill you.

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