All language subtitles for The Magicians S04 E03_EN

Previously, on The Magicians...

Are you Santa Claus?

Well, I'm not not that.

Magic's gone.

I'm not a magician,
but I could feel it when it was gone,

and I knew it wasn't a coincidence
when I went into remission a week later.

What timeline are you from?

The one where you owe me child support.

I'm kidding.

Okay, then if you want me
to help these students,

can you tell me who they are?

Their lives were in grave danger.

I cast a spell that erased
their identities...

...and gave them new ones.

I mean, isn't there anything you can do?

If I reveal that the spell
can be reversed,

then someone would reverse the spell.

Bacchus, what are you doing here?

Why do you want everyone thinking
you're Ember?

Thanks for popping in.

Oh, my God.

Mis hermanos.

Where were you?
We looked everywhere.

-Stay back.
-Why?

Because I'm not here to play.

Marina?

Why do you look like
you're fleeing something?

It's me, Margo, previously known as Janet.

Look, I'm gonna do you a solid,
don't go up there.

Why?

Because there's an uninvited guest
in my apartment.

Who's probably killing your friends
right about now.

Look, I don't know what he is,
and I'm assuming it's a he

because this is some toxically
masculine behavior,

but he walked through
every ward and shield I had,

set off every alarm.

So instead of going inside,
I'm going to get a breakfast burrito.

You wanna join?

We have to help them.

Oh, you're one of those.

Fine.

You want to stick your neck out.

There's something inside
that can help you.

Do tell.

No traveling.

Where to start?

Order is important with these things.

Who goes first, who goes last.

Oh, you keep looking at him.

Because you don't want him to die...

...which means he has to go before you.

You care about all of them,

so you're last.

Thank Christ.

Wait, wait, wait.

Not...Eliot.

This thing has god-level power.

And I have a bad history with gods,
since apparently one killed me.

No, it's fine, different me.

But I didn't want
to get caught off guard again.

So I called in every favor I had
to build a defense system.

All you have to do is get him
to sit in the gold chair.

Why the gold chair?

Because it had to be something

and everybody wants
to sit in the gold chair,

it's a total power move.

I'm so glad you came.

Saves me having to hunt you down.

I've got so much of that
ahead of me already.

What is he talking about?

He's hunting gods.

Vengeance for...

...locking you in the castle.

They did more than that.

And so did you.

You tried to kill me.

You were all part of it.

Then what?

There's a bell on the table.

Ring it.

And he explodes?

He gets a face full of distilled ambrosia.

It's basically meth for gods.

It gets them high,

but an overdose will knock them
on their asses.

Tell me Eliot is still in there,
somewhere.

Not that I've seen.

Your round innocent face

will make your death
particularly upsetting.

So I've decided to start with you.

I can give you Bacchus.

You're hunting gods.

And I found him,
hiding someplace far away.

Hiding from you, right?

I can take you there...

...if you let them live.

All of them.

Perhaps we can be friends after all.

So where is everyone else?

I don't know.

You were supposed to remain hidden.

I meant to protect you.

Doesn't really seem like
I need protection.

I mean, nothing your spell threw at me
left a scratch.

Reynard did say
even without their powers,

gods are hard to kill.

I wouldn't underestimate
the will of Irene McAllistair.

You tell a few people
that you're leaving forever

and look what the ungrateful bastards do.

Yes.

You know, if the deal is broken

and the McAllistairs are coming,

I'm going to have to warn everyone.

Contacting your friends
will put a target on their backs.

To be clear,

you put the target on our backs.

You betrayed us.

I sacrificed everything
to bring back magic.

You know what I sacrificed.

And look what you did with it.

Yes, Miss Wicker.

I made a deal…

…with the god damn Library.

And in doing so, I saved your lives.

Yeah, well, you're pretty fucking quick
to compromise, you know that?

Now, I need to find my friends,
but I can't do magic.

So you are going to cast
the locator spell for me.

Dean Fogg. Finally.

I only have a moment.

You know how the Library contains
the books of everyone who ever lived.

Yeah.

The Great Blank Spot is over.

The Library can update their books again.

So if your friends
were to get their memories back,

the Library would know.

They'd try to find them.

To keep them safe.

From the Monster…

…that you warned us about.

You're telling me they have books

that describe every damned thing
everyone does or ever will do

when you're sleeping,
when you're awake, naughty or nice?

You know how much time
that would have saved me?

Could we please not
with the Santa stuff right now?

Could you please not
with the angsty nerdy stuff, huh?

No, because that's who you are
and I don't judge you for it.

Dean Fogg was trying to give me a message.

Look, if we escape
they'll just read our books,

find out where we are and come after us.

So we just take the books with us.

Or destroy them.

But first we have to actually escape.

I can get us to the fireplace.

Just be ready.

All I'm offering is a location.

The rest is on you.

Knowing where Bacchus is
doesn't help me if he runs away

which he'll do the second I show up.

You see my problem?

And how maybe
it is just easier to kill you all?

Do you know what this is?

Where did you get that?

I didn't.

But I know that enough of it

will mess up a god long enough
for you to do whatever you need to do.

Excuse me, Margo?

Quick talk?

Could you stop volunteering?

I know Bacchus, he's a friend.

Great!

Then you'll poison him.

He'll never suspect a friend.

I could always kill you.

Awesome.

Great choices.

Well, let's get going then.

Guys, in case it even needs to be said,
I know Marina.

She is not a helpful person.

So just act accordingly.

Of course I'm getting paid.

The McAllistairs have a bounty
on your heads.

Dead or alive.

The real you's,
not the witness protection identities.

So you see how it would be profitable
for me to get you back to normal?

What are they offering?

Three Deweys.

The hell is a Dewey?

As in Melvil Dewey?

The most famous librarian of all time?

He has his own decimal system?

Well, I think you're being generous
with the word famous.

Okay, so, in the New World Order,

there's just enough magic in the air
to keep the boring masses fat and happy.

But you get an itch
to do something bigger,

you have to file a request
with the Library.

They decide if you're trustworthy,

and they give you a cute little battery
in the shape of a coin.

They put the faces
of famous librarians on there,

but Dewey's the only one
people can remember.

Well, and Laura Bush,
but Bushes just never stuck.

All right, well, we'll pay
the bounty ourselves.

How are you going to get Deweys?

I don't know. But we'll figure it out
We always…

Sometimes.

Most of the time...we do.

Five Deweys, to make it worth the delay.

And know that I have trackers
on all of you.

So if you try to run,

won't go your way.

Don't drink all my beer.

Seems like this is the place?

It is.

Those are Maenads.

Bacchus' followers.

Get to it, then.

And if they have pizza...

...bring me some.

We can still find a way out.

We already did, this is it,
we're doing it right now.

You had a weapon
that could have stopped him.

And instead of using it,
you gave it to him.

We tried that already,
with Julia's god-killing bullet.

All it did was kill the Monster's host.

Which, in this case, is Eliot.

Who, for all we know, is dead.

Or he's trapped in there,

forced to watch everything
the Monster does,

just waiting for us
to find a way to help him.

What are you going to slip
the ambrosia into?

I guess I'll make a Fillorian version
of his favorite drink.

Margarita.

But instead of salt on the rim,
it will be…

God meth. Perfect.

Now go poison his ass
so we can get out of this malarial swamp.

You know what's incredible?

How you can be such a good friend

and such a terrible friend
at the exact same time.

There's not a lot
that I can relate to in this world.

People here are...

Well...

...people, generally, and me not so much.

But I relate to you.

I hate being alone.

I don't like being left
with my own thoughts, such as they are.

I need friends.

One way of making friends
is not murdering everyone you meet.

Yes.

You get my dilemma.

But you're like me.

Josh said so.

A bad friend and a good friend
at the same time.

How do you do it?

I have no choice.

You were friends with Eliot.

Very best friends.

Now you can be friends with me.

It'll be the same.

You can show me how to be more like him.

No.

I love Eliot.

I would do anything for him.
Even help you.

But you and I, we will never be friends.

Unless you let me talk to him.

Prove he's still alive in there.

I can't do that.

But you could let him go.

You could choose a new body.

But I like this one.

I like the way people look at me.

And you and your friends care
so deeply about what happens to it.

Why would I ever leave it?

Hi.

Here to see Bacchus.

Yeah, I don't know
what you're talking about.

It's… It's Ember's.

Bacchanal is the word you're looking for.

Cut the crap, Shoshana.
It's me, Josh, from the Bed-Stuy party?

-Come on.
-I didn't think you'd remember me.

Well, it's actually, you know,
it's really good that you're here

because he's been darker
the last few weeks,

and I think a friendly face
could really help.

Great.

Hey, Q. Oh, my God.

Hey.

Where have you been?
We couldn't find you.

Enrolled at Brakebills.
She said you're fully aware of the irony.

I just…

I don't know where to start.

Have you heard anything about Alice?

No.

No, I mean not since she completely
screwed us over at Blackspire.

Why? Where's everyone else?

If the Library is going to arrest us
on sight,

how do we get one of these coins,
much less five?

I asked around,
so there might be another way.

The Library's official story is that

the McAllistair family heroically
turned magic back on.

So they gave them a free pass
to as many coins as they want.

They give them these special cards
with no limits and no questions asked.

Only a few of them exist and hedges
are calling them Black Cards.

We could steal one.

If you steal a credit card,
it only works until it's reported stolen.

With something this valuable,
that's going to happen pretty damn quick.

A forgery, maybe.

Good enough to fool the Library?

I used to know a guy.

A master counterfeiter,
The Beast killed him, but…

But that was in your timeline.

I did know Frankie
since before Brakebills.

So hopefully your Penny did, too.

And hopefully he has the same number.

Damn it.

I still have the DJ's phone.

Well, the good news is your Penny
has the same password as me.

So I'm downloading his contacts
right now.

So many Insta notifications.

Okay, I got his number.
I'll try him.

I can't log in. It wants to send
a text message to my old phone to confirm.

But if I had my old phone,
why the hell would I be doing this?

Have you talked to your dad lately?

I called him from Brian's phone,
but nobody picked up.

Nobody answers their phone

when they don't recognize
the number, right?

You're probably right.

Guys, he picked up.

I don't think he can park there.

Yeah, I don't think he cares.

Shit just always seems to work out
for Frankie.

Another timeline?

That's wild.

-I thought you were dead.
-Likewise.

So the Frankie I knew
was a counterfeiter.

So am I.
But for most jobs my skills are overkill.

Duping objects to fool
regular dopes is simple.

99 percent of the art
you see in museums is fake

because why waste
the real thing on people

who can't tell the difference anyway?

Fooling Magicians, though?

That's where the special sauce comes in.

So what's the MacGuffin?

A Library Black Card.

That's gonna take a lot of sauce.

You know what? Let me get that.
That's probably for me.

-Congratulations!
-Not now, guys.

Know what?
Actually, I'm going to grab... Thank you.

Thanks.
Have a good one.

Are you going to explain that, or...?

Is it in your size?

They're always my size.

Anyway, Library Black Card.

That's tricky but I can do it.

Yeah, what'll it cost us?

Whatever you're withdrawing
from The Library, double it.

10 Dewey coins?

That's like raise-an-army-of-the-dead
level magic.

That is a big ask.

Yeah, if my forgery works,
it won't matter.

Now, I'm gonna need some stuff.

I'm going to need at least two minutes
with a real Black Card to use as a mold.

Two Philly Cheesesteaks,

four liters of cherry soda,
not store brand.

That's a deal breaker.

I know, I know.

And at least a third of a Dewey coin
to get us started.

We need a battery to get more batteries?

Yeah, call it seed magic.

We can't exactly walk into The Library
and just ask for one.

Well, there's a game
of Push happening tonight.

What's Push?

It's a card game.

High rollers play for Deweys.

But you can buy in for less.

Any of you good at cards?

A magic card game
is hard under normal circumstances.

But right now, the Library's only putting
out enough magic for small-scale spells.

I mean, one big transformation

and I'm going to black out
the entire room.

Yeah, it's about efficiency.

Some Magicians are semi-trucks,
guzzling magic to do a simple spell.

Some of us are Priuses.

What are you?

A sensible mid-size.

What was the one
that would always explode?

Yeah, that.

Hey, can we back him up?

No, no, no. Not me.

I can't even make a spark.

Well, I'm kind of persona non grata
at Push games in the city, so…

I just don't want to.

It's a one-on-one game anyway.

So, no backup.

But...

...good luck.

What do you have to wager?

It's a protection amulet,
sort of, all-purpose.

It's not good enough.

If you can't buy in,
make room for somebody who can.

Wait. He's a Traveler.

I'll wager his exclusive services
for 48 hours.

-A year.
-A month.

-Hold on.
-I won't lose.

But you're a loser.

A month.
No questions asked.

Welcome to the game.

Now, the rules of Push are simple.

It's like the game War,
two players, each draws a card.

High card wins the hand.

When the deck is gone, the game is over.

But the real art of the game
is knowing how to cheat.

See, a shuffled deck of cards
is not a fixed thing.

It's a cloud of possibilities.

And you can change the odds,
if you know how.

Put the right card in your hand,

or the wrong card in your opponent's.

Wait. What is that?

The rules of poker.

You'll have to beat three opponents
to win the whole thing.

Shall we?

The more probability spells
that you throw around,

the more improbable things can get.

Be careful of those.

They killed Bobby Darin.

The final round is when you play
for the Dewey.

Breaking a tie is complicated.

Get the hats.

You throw cards into a hat,

and whichever ones you sink
you score like a poker hand.

Straight flush.

I'm just saying, what if he loses?

I'm a Traveler.
I'll grab the coin and blip away.

Yeah, and then the people
you've just robbed

hunt you down and torture you.

So why don't we save that for Plan B?

Listen, if you lose this last hand,
it's over.

I think we need to be ready for Plan B.

What is the point of this display?

You used up all of the ambient magic
in the room.

I guess we'll just have to play
an honest game.

-Got it.
-Perfect.

Now the easy part.

Borrow a Black Card to use as a template.

Anything?

No.

Why are we going along with this?

Marina killed my mother.

That was a different Marina.

How different?

And we're just going to hand her
a nuclear bomb?

What's the alternative?

We use it against her.

Where does that end?

I came here to get away
from that kind of shit.

I'm getting really sick

of being the voice in the back
of the room that everyone ignores.

The other me, Sam,

did whatever she thought was right

regardless of what anybody else thought.

I get it.

Because where I came from,
everyone I cared about is dead.

No other voice to listen to but mine.

But maybe Sam didn't care
what anyone else thought

because she was alone.

You aren't.

I got something here.

Huge energy coming off of her purse.

It's gotta be the Black Card in there.

Showtime.

Excuse me. I'm...

I'm sorry, do I know you from somewhere?

I mean, I dabbled in acting.

What have I seen you in?

Let's just say,
some provocative films of the 1970s.

Interesting.

All finished.

Great. Let's go.

There is one little thing.

That special sauce
I was talking about before?

Most forgers
use complicated illusion work,

that's not quite my thing.

Did a bird just bring you a sandwich?

Yeah, I guess she did.

You want?

Well, I mean, yeah, but…

But what the fuck, Frankie?

This is what I'm talking about.
Luck is my Discipline.

The forgeries I make give
whoever's holding them insanely good luck.

So nobody even bothers
to check if the thing is fake.

I've done the spell work so many times
I'm just sort of encrusted with it.

Luck is zero sum.

So all that bad luck
has got to go somewhere.

It goes into a bear?

Somebody, not me,

has to hold that while the others bring
the Black Card to the Library.

And whoever's holding it
is gonna have a bad day.

-I'll do it.
-No, Jules, you don't have to. He...

No. It's okay.

It's hard to explain,
but I'm kinda bulletproof.

If anybody should have terrible luck,
it should be me.

Why are you bulletproof?

That's none of your business.

Pick it up.

No, no, no, something's wrong.

Whatever none-of-my-business shit
is going on with you,

it's interfering with the fortune spell.

So, set it down.

-Set it down!
-All right.

Looks like you just volunteered.

You awake?

Nope.

It's time.

Anti-magic paint on a magic lock.

I wish I had thought of that

before those book-sniffing bastards
ruined Christmas.

Which way now?

I don't know.
Something isn't right.

This should continue straight.

Well, you made this map
by mind-controlling a cockroach.

I mean, shouldn't we trust our eyes
rather than some shit-eating bug?

I think it's an illusion.

There's spell work on this wall.

Or it's a wall.

This is it.

The Books of Everyone.

You look for yours
and I'll go look for my friends'.

I gotta tell you, it is such a relief
to take off that Ember disguise.

So what have I been missing
down on Earth?

I mean, it must be bad,
your Chakras are all fucked up.

Oh, yeah.

We got magic turned back on. And...

You know, one of our friends
just betrayed us.

Which is crazy, right?

-Like who would do that?
-Yeah.

I got mind wiped.

Yeah, I was living as this other dude
named Isaac for months.

That is exactly kind of close
to my situation!

So I'm being hunted
by this douchebag monster

and like, I need a place to crash, right?

That's when I remember

that squirrelly
little human friend of yours

said that he killed Ember?

And I'm like,
I could take that guy's place!

Live to fuck another day, you know?

It's kinda nice, you know?

Freeing...

...to live as someone else
for a little bit.

Yeah, I guess.

You know, a famous cocksman once told me,

once you've had quantity,

the only thing left is strange.

And boy is this place full of strange.

I mean, Isaac's life was great.

A lot of friends, big...

...family.

But eventually it…

It all ends.

And your old life,

your old problems,

they catch up to you.

Or your problems never find you
and the party goes on forever.

Look at that.
I'm dry.

Is that…?

Did you make for me?

Yes.

-Josh Special?
-Yes.

I made it for you.

You and me, Joshie.

We're the same.

We're born to be the perfect hosts.

We want everyone around us
to have a good time, we make sure of it.

Nobody does the same for us.

This is to Josh, not to Isaac,

this is to the real you.

I'm sorry.

I...

I pee-peed in it.

And you don't…
You don't drink that, so…

This is the dumbest plan.

Frankie says the disguises won't matter.

If the Black Card works,
nobody will question them.

I feel like an idiot.

Excuse me, sir.

You have a fresh look.

Have you considered modeling?

Okay, it's just soup.

You can't choke.

It's not scalding.

It's totally safe.

Look at that line.
This is going to take forever.

I've thinking while we're here,
we should get a bit extra.

Five for Marina, five for Frankie.

10 for us.

Because we'd need to be insanely lucky
to get that much.

The more luck we get,
the more bad luck Quentin gets.

When this is over,
the McAllistairs will still be after us.

We'll need to do
some major cloaking spell.

It could kill him.

Hey!

There's a truck outside
giving out free ice cream!

I mean, two extra coins can't hurt.

It's all good.
Soup spills all the time.

Thanks.

Damn it!

How the hell do you get a paper cut
from a paper towel?

-Welcome.
-Hi.

So how can I help you today?

We need 12 Contained Current Coins.

-Here.
-Oh, my God.

Keep it away.

Everything looks in order.

Just need to check one little thing.

Oh, shoot.

Did you hear something?

Where did it even come from?

Out of the...toilet.

All right then.

I'll send this requisition
to the home office

and they'll return your coins.

I thought you said
your phone wasn't working.

It's a voicemail from my mom.

Do you think…

Q.

It's gotta be about my dad.

-I'm not going to answer it.
-No, Q, the bear.

Okay.

Your request has been flagged
for follow-up with a supervisor.

Wait here, please.

Requisition follow-up for you.

Christ, can it wait?

Fine.

Sorry, I can't see for shit.

Bloody things making me crazy.

You mind?

No, do your thing.

What do I do?

Just, please don't listen to it
until we hear back from Penny and Kady.

Oh, shit.

Oh, Jesus Christ,
now I've got it in backwards.

About those coins.

Listen.

The truth is, the red tape?
The paperwork?

It's, in my mind, all just a wank.

You guys going to blow yourselves up?

-No.
-No?

Great.

Request...

...approved.

Sorry about the inconvenience!

Thank you very much.
You have a good day.

Jesus shit!

Okay, they did it, drop the bear.

It really came out of the…

I don't want to talk about it.

Thank you, brother.

I had a feeling things would work out
because they always do.

By the way, I'd destroy those ASAP.

They'll be out of juice soon,
but you don't want to take any chances.

I'm on it.

You nutsacked out, didn't you?

Oh, but pussied out
makes perfect sense here?

Well, if you mean that
I couldn't go through with it,

then, yes, you're right.

Josh, we don't have a choice here.

Now, where's the rest of the ambrosia?

Fine.

But just know that Bacchus
will never drink anything you give him.

I'm not going to give it to Bacchus.

Yeah, I'm going to dump it in there.

Everyone will drink it.

Are you nuts?

There are over a hundred people here.

You have no idea
what that will do to them.

Well, I'm pretty sure
it'll fucking kill them.

And I'll do it.

Unless you start acting like a real pussy

and take one for the fucking team.

Hey.

I'm sorry about…

We've all peed in things we regret.

I know gods are supposed
to be distant and unknowable,

but you're a good guy.

I'm going to tell you a secret.

What did you put in this?

I found my book,
now let's get the hell out of here.

I can't find my friends' books.

"The following books have been removed
from circulation for revisions.”

"Q Coldwater."

They're filling in the endings
of our books.

The pages that were missing
because of the Great Blank Spot.

Come on.

Nick?

Hey, hey, I'm sorry
about your friends' books,

but this is our chance.

Come with me.

I can't.

I can't leave without their books.

Look, I want to do the…

Look, just go
while you still have the chance.

Okay, I can find the Revision Room
on my own.

For what it's worth,

you're still on my nice list.

The fuck?

Do you remember me?

Because I don't.

I don't remember my name,

or where I came from.

But I remember you.

You took something from me,
something important,

and then you...

...threw me in a cage, and...

...I would like for you to explain.

You remember all that,

but you don't remember what you are?

What you did?

The word monster has been thrown around.

That's right.

We put you with the rest of your kind.

And I ate them.

You're kinda making my case for me, here.

We have the same parents.

Why am I a monster and you're a god?

You don't want to be a monster,
then let me go.

Give me back what you took from me,
and maybe I will.

I can't.

Ever.

I'm sorry.

It was a part of me.

And now it's a part of you.

Burning in your body.

Wait. Wait.

This world needs me.

Its god is dead.

You don't have to do this.

There's others.

There's still time.

We can figure something out.

It doesn't have to be me.

It doesn't have to...

What the fuck did he just rip out of him?

Whatever it is, to a fairy eye,
it's like staring straight at the sun.

They're real.

Well, it's been a pleasure.

The trackers on us?

Not actually a thing.

You guys are too lawful good to bitch out.

Marina?

I've been looking for you.

Excuse me, miss,

these are free to a good home,
are you interested?

Hey, are you sure Marina's apartment
the safest place for us to meet?

It's not Marina's.

It's mine.

What did you do?

I handled the problem.

Now can we do this cloaking spell

before the McAllistairs show up
and kill all of us?

Hey.

You haven't listened?

You know, your bad luck's gone.

Safe as it'll ever be.

But that's not what's really stopping you.

The other me,

Brian,

his dad died when he was a kid.

Too little to even understand.

All of his problems were like that.

No sharp edges.

Yeah.

Look at us.

We paid a hell of a fucking price.

You gave up being a goddess.

I gave up my father.

What did we get in return?

Magic is back.

Not in the way that we wanted.

How are you not...furious?

I guess for almost everyone,

the world is a little brighter,

even if they never know why.

I hate the Library for what they did,

but my part in it.

I knew what it cost.

And I'd do it again.

But you wouldn't.

Will you stay here for a minute?

Yeah.

Hi, sorry to leave a message
with bad news.

But I need to talk to you
about your father.