All language subtitles for Legacies S01E06e

Previously on Legacies...

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?

The monsters come one at a time.

I found myself not far from here
with an urge to possess that knife.

- And who told you to do this?
- A voice in my mind.

- You think he'll go for her?
- Probably.

They usually do.

- Lizzie has dibs.
- On Rafael?

- She always calls dibs.
- When's it gonna be your turn?

We're here to discuss if Landon
should be allowed to stay at the school.

Landon has to go.

I know what you're doing
is important, Caroline.

But how do I tell the girls
that their mom

isn't gonna be there
for their 16th birthday?

I can't exactly tell them
what you're really involved in.

No.

I-I am nowhere near cracking this case.

I have a knife, I have a symbol,
I have a place, sort of,

but I don't know
what any of it means,

a-and I don't know
what's connecting it,

and I don't know
what monster is coming next.

Ric?

I've got to call you back.

Dorian!

Are you okay?

Whoa, whoa.

Ric, if you could just put down
the crossbow.

My freak-out level is about 11 right now.

You know her?

I know who she's supposed to be.

Who?

The love of my life.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Wait.
- Hold up. Hold...

- hold up, Ric.
- Listen to Dorian.

- Are you Dorian?
- Yeah.

I'm Jo.

You're his dead wife?

I m... I mean fiancée.

I mean, uh...

- You don't think she's actually...?
- No, I don't.

Did you see how she got here?

I was sort of, um...

yanked awake and then I was just here.

Nothing suspicious about that.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Kill her now before she attacks?

- Wait, what?
- I-I...

I was more,
"Let's interrogate her."

Because if she's the next monster,

then maybe she would know more
than the dryad did.

What?

Okay, but no one sees her.

- Especially today.
- Good idea.

I need Emma.

Obviously, nothing's
gonna come out of it.

I mean, I may never
see him again.

And nobody wants a phone thing.

Though I do like the sound
of his voice. It's low

and smart-sounding
and kind of soothing.

And his eyes... his eyes are,
like, this green-gray color

that's not really a color, you know?

Like, they're green
when he wears green, and then...

Oh, my God. Who am I right now?

A normal teenager?

Though I do love hearing
you talk about something

as simple as having a crush on a boy.

You do not need a counselor, Hope.

You need a friend.

All right, let's get
the rest of these chairs

and tables and get 'em out of here.

All right?

Let's go, let's go.

Perks of being an alpha.

Bunch of people you get to boss around.

More like a bunch of shadows

waiting to be told what to do.

Who put you on party duty?

I volunteered. What do you want?
I'm busy.

Listen, Raf, I know you're mad at
me for sending Landon away, but...

I promise you,
it was for his own good.

You've known him for two minutes,

and you know what's good for him?

I know that I want him to be safe.

Listen, Raf,
I just came here to apologize.

And I thought maybe if...

I don't know, if you needed
someone to talk to...

Whatever.

Actually, um...

I do kind of need help with something.

There's no fancy parties in
grand ballrooms where I come from.

I need to know
what to expect for tonight.

I don't want to let Lizzie down.

- Who cares what Lizzie Saltzman thinks?
- I do.

I'm her date.

- Hey. I didn't see you at breakfast.
- I'm too excited to eat.

Happy birthday to us.
Isn't it a beautiful day for a party?

You're... cheerful.

Why wouldn't I be?
Mom's coming home,

I had sex with Raf, my pores
are practically invisible...

Wait, what?

- You had sex with...
- Last night.

You know how Mom always says
that things work out

in the end the way they're supposed to?

She's right.

I wouldn't have time
to represent the witches now

with a boyfriend,

so you getting
the consolation prize is perfect.

Okay.

I need your help.

I'm going for Meghan Markle tasteful.

Woot, woot!

Happy birthday, witches.

Oh, look. It's Satan

- in a crop top. Come to burn my world down?
- Retro.

Princess Di before she got style.
I dig it.

- What do you want?
- Oh, just to cheer you two up. You know,

'cause your mom's not coming.

- What? What?
- Oh, I heard them cancel

her pickup at the office.
I thought you knew.

Oops.

I put a basic boundary spell
to keep her in.

Are you sure she can't do magic?

She couldn't before she died,
so if she can now,

I guess we'll learn the hard way.

Um, she's right here.

And she's got a lot of questions.

Be careful with this one, Ric.

Okay, let's talk.

Who are you? What do you want?

- I'm Josette Laughlin, almost Saltzman.
- No.

Jo Laughlin is dead.

I'm well aware.
It's not every day

- you get murdered at your shotgun wedding.
- Okay. What's the last thing you remember?

Morning sickness.

My dress.

Our vows.

My psychopath twin brother with
a very large knife. And then...

nothing.

How long ago was that?

You look a little... seasoned.

About 16 years ago.

16 years.

I don't know what to say.

How are you? How have you been?

Oh, just cut the...
Just drop the act, okay?

It's not an act, Ric.

This is Mystic Falls.
I'm not exactly

the first person to be
brought back from the dead.

Yeah, well, things have gotten a
little complicated around here lately.

Uh, Dad?

Why is your door locked?

"Dad"?

And when were you going to tell us

that Mom wasn't coming back?

I was about to.

There-There's a strike
at the airport in Mozambique.

She couldn't compel a pilot

and hop on a private jet?

She'll explain everything later.

Okay? But right now I just need you to
go because I am wrapping your presents.

No, you're not. You're
lying through your teeth.

Who's this trollop?

- Oh, my God.
- I need you to leave

- right now.
- I'm sorry.

How old are you?

- 16.
- 16.

Today.

It's our birthday.

You're twins?

- What are we interrupting here?
- I'm serious.

Do as I say and now just go.

- Lizzie.
- What?

Lizzie, it's her.

Her who?

Her.

Holy crap.

You're Bio-mom.

This is impossible. I wasn't even
showing at our wedding. How...

Your family's crazy coven
magically implanted them

in Caroline when you died.

She's their birth mother.

Caroline?

So...

- you two...
- No.

She married Stefan Salvatore.

Who basically died on
their wedding day, too,

but that's a long story.

They're still very close.

We opened this school together.

She's overseas right now
doing very important

recruiting work.

- I'm Lizzie. After my mother's mom.
- And I'm Josie.

Josette. Like...

Me.

So, the emcee

will then announce Lizzie and her escort.

- Her what?
- Kind of like at a, a debutante ball.

I grew up in foster care.

Okay. Well, they had stairs, didn't they?

So, you're gonna meet her
halfway down.

How do you know all this stuff?

One of my aunts has been around
for more than a thousand years.

This kind of thing is her jam.

So, what, I just stand here?

Then you take her arm.

Sort of like you're putting yours on top.

Yeah, like that.
And then you descend together.

And now you bow.

- Yeah, you're messing with me.
- You think this is bad?

You know it's only gonna get worse, right?

Lizzie Saltzman has been planning

her sweet 16 since she was five.

You probably should've
thought twice before asking

- to be her date.
- Well, I didn't ask her.

All I know is that I can't
let her down now.

Why?

Because I slept with her, Hope.

You're lucky I respect women

and that I shun all forms
of toxic masculinity,

or else you and I would be
throwing down right now.

Even if you can kick my ass.

Dude, I am here to help.

By telling Lizzie and Josie
that their mom isn't coming?

Oh, that was just for Lizzie,

who is taking Rafael
as her date instead of you.

So why are you doing all this

to try and make her party perfect?

'Cause a man's got to shoot his shot.

Oh, my God. No.
I can't take it anymore.

As your friend, I demand that
you retrieve your little MGs

from Lizzie's grip.

Not when I can taste victory.

Fine.

I'll make you a deal.

I will keep Werewolf Prince Charming away

from the party long enough for you

to shoot your one, final,

inevitably failed shot.

And when it's over,
and the Queen of Mean

has broken your heart
all over again, promise me

that you will let Lizzie go.

All right, one more time.

What's your name?

Josette Laughlin.

And what's your profession?

I'm a doctor.

I was, anyway.

Repeat after me:

I'm here to harm you.

I'm here to harm you.

How did you meet my dad?

That's not, uh, a question.

I walked up to him at a college party.

He was the only guy over 20.

Was it love at first sight?

Jo.

Don't be so nosy.

Not quite.

I flirted with him and asked him

for a sip of his drink.

He told me he was a germophobe.

But I thought he looked
like Indiana Jones, so...

This walk down weird old people
memory lane is fun and all,

but we have a party to get ready for.

Will you still be here after?

I will be there when I can.

But right now the office is off limits.

One, two, three.
One, two...

I can't believe you slept
with Lizzie Saltzman.

Look, I was mad

and she was there.

I didn't say I was proud of it.

You're leading.

You're officially a gigolo.

Thanks for this.

I guess I'll see you at the party.

No, you won't.

So, what, you're just gonna
stay in your room alone

while everybody else is out having fun?

- Yep, works for me.
- Bullcrap.

Everybody needs a crew.

Kind of ironic coming
from the reluctant alpha.

Okay, well, the pack is
one thing, but a crew is a crew.

You know what? I had that in
Landon until you sent him away.

We're back to that? I'm just saying.
It's one thing

to be cool with being alone,
and then it's another

to want to be the lonely girl on purpose.

As opposed to Mr. Good Guy,
who's taking a girl

that you don't even like to her own party?

You know what, you're right.

Lesson learned.

The hell?

Barrier spell.

Fantastic.

Sorry, kids.

Nothing personal.

Let us out of here, Penelope.

You'll be free in an hour.

Plenty of time to practice that waltz.

I-I don't get it.

She hasn't tried to escape,
not a word about the knife.

She knows things that only Jo
knows and let's not ignore

the fact that I remember her,

so she's not like
the other creatures.

Blunt force hasn't gotten them
what they want,

so they've moved on
to psychological warfare.

Tread lightly.
If Jo is another monster,

she can do more damage
to you than any dragon.

It was something she said...

Here.

There's an eyewitness account

of a group of World War I soldiers buried

in France who came back to life

and massacred a village.

After, they didn't remember hurting anyone.

And they all said they'd been
"yanked" back into being.

Like Jo.

Wait, so someone or something
resurrected them

and used them to attack a village?

Without them even knowing it.

Dad is so suspicious.

Uh, duh. So am I.

I just think that she's more
fairy godmother than zombie.

She's not our mother.

She's DNA.

We can be mad at Mom all that
we want for missing our party,

but we cannot cheat on her
with Mombie Dearest.

You're not even dressed.

I don't want to be late
to my own party.

I'm done.

I'll catch up with you, okay?

Hey, Jo Jo.

Need an escort?

Sure.

Do you know anyone whose heart
isn't made of stone?

Look, I am sorry about earlier.

I saw a chance to make Lizzie suffer

and, uh... I shot my shot.

Why can't you just ease up on her?

She sucks the air out
of every room you're in.

She's my twin.

We can share oxygen.

Are you sharing love interests now, too?

Because she's the only one with a date.

See? You have crawled

so far down the codependence rabbit hole

that you think taking care
of yourself is selfish.

But it's not.

So when are you gonna take care of you?

I take care of myself just fine.

Oh, really?

Party starts in five.

It's a shame you spent all of that
time helping Lizzie get ready.

Do you know how to braid?

Ah, let's welcome
birthday girl number one,

and her lucky escort.

Where's my date?

You're looking at him.

You're wearing sneakers?

These are Concord 11s, Milady.

What if I told you my
favorite was sunflowers?

I'd know you were lying.

How?

The same way I know that your
favorite color is lavender,

your favorite dessert is key lime pie,

you like a blend of hip-hop
and old-school Motown,

and powdered bat wings
make you sneeze.

My favorite song.

I know.

Aren't you gonna be late?

Oh, no. It's cool.

No one will notice.

At your own party?

Maybe if I had a date.

Is there someone special?

That is a complicated question.

Humor me.

Well...

Last year, there was this girl,
um, but she dumped me.

Oh.

And now there's this boy.

Um, but Lizzie has dibs, so...

Does she know you like him?

No. That would be... bad.

Being 16 and having a strong
twin sister isn't a cakewalk.

But anybody who spent
five minutes with you

would know how special you are.

You're only saying that
because you're...

It's okay.

Caroline is your mom.

She did a great job.

Lizzie's exactly like her.

You would never know that
she's not her biological mom.

And you take after me.

I'm really happy you're here.

I honestly think that Dad
is really lonely.

He's a pretty terrific guy,
your dad.

But you can catch me up later.

You have a party to go to.

Actually, do you want to come with me?

So you can slay a dragon,

but you can't get us out of here.

Only Penelope can undo the spell.

Or the twins could siphon the magic.

Well, that's unlikely, seeing
as Lizzie probably thinks

I'm standing her up right now.

Her ego could use
a little bit of deflating.

I'm not that guy, okay?

I don't just forget about people.

Relax. It's only been 12 hours.

It's not that!

Look,

it has only been six weeks since...

Your girlfriend died.

Cassie.

It's crazy, but I feel like...

like I cheated on her
or something.

So if I can do right

- by Lizzie, maybe that can...
- Then what?

It'll exonerate you?
I don't know.

Maybe.
Look, Raf,

you went through
something awful,

and it's right to
mourn your girlfriend,

but you can't pretend

to like Lizzie to make
yourself feel better.

That's not doing her any good,

or yourself.

Oh.

You got moves.

You ain't seen nothin' yet.

Come on... Yes. Uh-huh, uh-huh.
No. No, no, no.

Have you seen Josie?

So Lizzie's in love with Raf,
but MG's in love with Lizzie.

- It's this whole thing.
- What?

There's this alcove
that's up super high,

so you'll be able to see everything.

Jo? Hey.

Jo? Somebody help!

I'll be right back, okay?

One more minute.

Raf, I didn't
just send Landon away.

I sent him to someone who's gonna
help him find his birth mom.

You sent him away by himself to
find the woman that gave him up.

What if she's amazing,
and he finally gets a family?

He had a family.

- He had me.
- A crew isn't the same.

Family is always and forever.

Yeah, you're right.

He's not my blood,

but he is my brother.

If anything, maybe
you should try

doubling down on friends

to make up for the family
you don't have.

Time's up, lonely girl.

I got this.

Thanks.

I'm sorry I was late.

I'll forgive you...

just this once.

She could be anywhere, Dorian.

I've got the faculty searching
the building as we speak.

I'm on my way to the dance hall.

Ric?

Call off the dogs.
I think I found her.

I think I'll keep 'em on standby.

Something's wrong.

How did you get out?

Josie wanted me
to come to the party, and so,

she siphoned the spell again.
I know it was stupid,

but I just... I wanted
to see their Sweet 16.

Okay, just tell me
exactly what happened.

I don't know. I-I was with her
one minute, and then...

Ric, I lost time.
I don't know. I must have

done something to her,
but I just, I don't know.

There's a knife in your
possession that will buy you the answer.

No need to rush.

I'm sure your daughter has an
hour before she runs out of air.

Where is she?!

Dr. Saltzman?

What's going on?

Hope, I need your help.

Hey. Have you seen Josie?

She's probably having
the time of her life,

like I was until Prince
Charming showed up

and turned me into the pumpkin.

I have hate in my heart.

I'm ready for battle.

- We're gonna duel.
- No.

No, we're not doing that.
I'm holding you to our deal.

As of this moment,
Lizzie Saltzman's cancelled.

You gonna howl at the moon wearing that?

Sorry, no time
for bitchy banter.

Actually... I could use
your help finding Josie.

- What happened?
- Apparently, her possessed

biological mother buried her
alive in the cemetery.

We're coming with you.

Ric. Where is it?

Asking for a friend?

I need the knife, Dorian.

My daughter's life is at stake.

That's why I moved it.

I knew the monster
was gonna make a play.

I need you to bring it to me now.

Hero 101, Ric:

You don't give the bad guys
what they want,

especially if we don't know what it does.

I mean, this thing could spawn Armageddon.

It has Josie!

We'll save Josie, Ric.

We're not giving up this knife.

MG, listen for her breathing.

Hold on.

I hear something. Shovel.

That won't work!

To kill a walker,

you got to go for the brain.
Everybody knows that.

Yeah, every nerd maybe.

Just call it a zombie.

Zombies.

Plural.

There's a clothing-optional
rock quarry nearby.

It's cold, but I figured since we
won't be getting much sleep tonight,

it could be refreshing.

Lizzie, I'm sorry, but I can't.

I know it's a dick move to do
this on your birthday, but...

it would be even worse to lie to you.

Now I'm yours,
and I'm here tonight,

and I want to be
the best date that I can be,

but the other stuff
is not gonna happen.

I don't understand.

Last night...

Last night was a mistake.

Where's my sister?

Whoo! Two for two, baby.

Penelope and I can handle
the rest. Just find Josie.

Right. Got it.

How do you want to do this?
Magic? I say we DIY

and pretend they're
Lizzie Saltzman.

Works for me.

Josie. I hear you. Hold on.

MG, we're running out of time.
Watch out!

Penelope?

Axe.

- Damn it, MG, get up and find her.
- There's too much noise.

- Well, listen harder. Pretend you're on a beach or something.
- Dad!

I got her.

The talisman.

It worked.

What's it supposed to do?

Make quiet things heard.

She could have died because of me.

But she's okay.

And it wasn't you.

I know that now. It's...

whatever takes over.

I mean, something is
driving these monsters.

A-a dark presence,

we just can't figure it out.

And until we do,

we're just at its mercy.

This is wrong.

This isn't safe for any of us.

We have to get this thing out of me.

Tell the girls to siphon its magic from me.

But the magic's probably the
only thing keeping you ali...

Oh.

Right.

Josie thinks you're lonely.

Are you happy?

I am happy right now

in the arms of my
demon-possessed baby mama.

I'm serious.

I will be happy
when the girls are grown.

I promise.

Do they know what happens
when they turn 22?

No.

Not yet. And we...

don't want them to know until
we've exhausted all options.

That's why Caroline's
missed their birthday.

She's following some lead.

You tell Caroline

I said thank you for
being my girls' mom.

I'm serious, Peez.
Something clicked

while I was taking out those zombies.

Uh, it felt right inside,
like that was the real me.

Meaning...?

I'm a superhero.

Like from the comics.

'Cause heroes don't

just get the girl...
They get all the girls.

Oh, totally.
Yeah.

Superman is such a slut.

Thanks for tonight, MG.

First hero thank you.

Uh, accepted!
Up, up, and away.

Hey. What about me?

I helped.

You're the reason I got
buried alive on my birthday.

I took your advice.

I wanted something,
and I went for it.

I made the selfish move, and I
ended up fighting a zombie.

There's room for people
in this world

that just care
about other people.

Not everybody has to be
a showboat.

You're right.

This world needs the selfless and
the selfish to keep spinning.

I happen to be the latter.

I hate you.

I know.

Hey.

Hey.

Rough night?

Um... no.

All evidence to the contrary.

I actually had a lot of fun.

What about you?

About that...

I was straight with Lizzie.

Well, um,

I now have
my own Avengers squad.

You want to see if I still got it?

Why not?

You look like
you took a bath in dirt.

Oh, thank you.

You're welcome.

No, actually, you wouldn't
believe the night that I had.

I, um, decided
to take your advice...

So, we just

siphon the magic out of her until she's...

what,

- dead again?
- Oh, my God.

Lizzie, what is wrong with you?

What?

It's okay, Josie.

It's okay.

I'm already dead.

I was a witch,

just like you.

And we believe in the
natural order of things.

I shouldn't be here.

I love that I had this,

but it's a lie.

And now I need you
to help me make it right.

The longer I'm here,

the more I remember
where I came from.

I used to watch you.

I used to watch all of you.

Like in a dream...

where everything is warm and happy.

I think I was at peace.

So that's where I'll be.

Waiting for you.

I'm so sorry.

I was awful to you.

Oh, Lizzie.

You have such a big heart.

It's okay to let
other people see it.

Oh, my beautiful girls.

You are everything that
I could have ever wished for.

Everything.

Be good to each other.

Fight for each other.

When you're older, you'll
understand what I mean.

But I need you to remember that I said it.

I can't.

I can't.

Oh, Josette,

this is the right thing to do.

It's the only thing to do for you.

I love you.

I love all of you

so much.

Ric, why don't you go home.

I'll take care of all of this.

The only place I'm going is to
find whatever monster did this

and kill it.

Slowly.

It wouldn't do you any good.

And who the hell are you?

Oh. Your pathetic attempt at humor
does nothing to mask your fear.

Tremble then in the presence of

the Necromancer!

Who?

The...

Necromancer!

Bringer of life and death.

He who holds the Fates' threads.

The cursed king of the underworld!

It's not ringing any bells. You?

All I know about necromancers
is from video games.

And they're, like, low-level
witch cannon fodder.

I am no mere witch.

There's only one me, I assure you.

And now you've seen
what I can do.

Let's get down to the business
of a certain knife.

If you're the one responsible

for what went down today...

Yeah.

You're gonna wish
you were someone else.

I told you.

Death cannot hold me.

Buddy...

we'll see about that.