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Previously on "Once Upon A Time"...

- The Author!
- We know him, Emma.

Because of him, we were put on the path

to causing Maleficent to lose her child.

- She's alive.
- In this world.

- Hello, sis.
- Zelena.

Where's Robin? What
have you done with him?

One phone call from me,

and your beloved dies at
the hands of your sister.

- What do you want from me?
- You are gonna write new happy endings.

You have made me a monster,

but I won't let you do the same to Emma.

Heel.

That's far enough.

Now be a good girl and come back home.

I won't.

You can't make me.

As a matter of fact, I can.

And now that your father's
gone, we're going to make

a few changes around the house, Cruella.

This is where you'll
be sleeping from now on.

So you're just going to drop me off here?

Like one of your dogs?

This room must be your world now,

until someday, you learn to do as I say.

_

Uhh!

We need to talk.

Good thing I had my
brakes serviced, darling.

I do hate getting blood on the car.

There's still time for that.

Tell me about Lily.

- Sorry. Who?
- My daughter Lily.

You told me she didn't
survive the trip to this world.

You lied.

Perhaps I did. Um, but there's
an explanation, of course.

You see, um...

I'm a really terrible person,

and I left her in the woods to die.

You did what?

Oh, don't be so flabbergasted.

You know I'm not mother material.

Ursula and I took that
dragon egg she was in.

Oh, the magic helped
us stay young, you know.

Wonderful thing.

- But the little brat...
- My daughter.

Yes. Well...

You should know

your death is going to last for days.

Oh, I was so hoping you'd do that.

People always underestimate
a girl in diamonds and furs,

don't they?

I mean, no one guessed
what I was really after.

Not Gold. Certainly not you.

But now that The Author is here,

today is the day that I get mine.

Now be a good girl, lie
down, and take a nap.

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You have to remember something
else about The Author,

some way to find him. Now think.

We told you everything we know.

Are we sure about that? Because
secrets just keep coming out.

Okay. You're clearly still upset.

Yes, I am still upset.

You were the ones who taught
me there is always a right way.

A heroic way.

And what you did to Maleficent's child...

It was our only option

to make sure you grew up... good.

I'm sorry, but if it
were me, no matter what,

I would not harm a defenseless person.

And that right there...

That goodness is exactly
why we did what we did.

It was worth it.

Regina, where have you been?

In the middle of a very bad day.

I'll tell you the whole story later,

after I rescue Robin Hood.

Robin Hood? What the hell
are you talking about?

I called that number you gave me,

but Marian answered the
phone, and I discovered...

She's not really Marian at all.

So who is she?

Zelena.

The wicked witch?

I don't know how it's
possible, but my sister

has been masquerading
as her this entire time.

And she's in league with Gold.

Robin's in danger, so I'm
going to New York to find him

and stop her.

And what about Gold? If
they're working together,

he's not just gonna let you
waltz off and spoil his plans.

I wouldn't worry about Gold.

I know exactly how to handle him.

Oh!

Regina, I didn't, uh,
didn't hear you come in.

Your ex-husband has done
quite a number on me, Belle.

Oh.

I'm, uh...

- Sorry to hear that.
- And now he wants me to work with him.

Uh, well, I'm sure
that would be a mistake.

I know it is.

How can I help?

I'm glad you asked.

Well, this is certainly homey.

Antlers are a nice touch.

Makes me feel like Hemingway.

Or maybe Thoreau.

Name's Isaac, by the way.

Do you always talk this much?

Only when I'm nervous.

And you still have my quill.

Yeah. Well, for now, let's call it...

My quill.

You know, it's worthless without its ink.

Oh, I'm aware,

and I plan to obtain some very soon.

Yeah. And just how are you gonna do that?

Simple.

Now you're here,

I'm gonna turn the savior dark.

What will that accomplish?

Once her heart has been blackened,

everything I need shall fall into place.

You'll see soon enough,

when my associates return.

Your associates seem
to have a taste for fur.

And perfume.

Can't wait to meet them.

Surely you must know
them from your stories.

Know of them, sure,

- but an author rarely gets...
- Be quiet.

Don't say another word.

Something's just come up.

You stay here till I return.

Until you return? But who's gonna...

Protect me?

Rumplestiltskin.

- Rumple...
- Hello, Belle.

Hello.

This is a curious place to meet.

Do you, uh, do you remember
what you told me here

the night of our vows?

How I chased all the darkness out of you?

- Belle, look, I'm sorry for everything.
- No.

No apologies today.

For once in my life,
I just want the truth.

Why are you here, Rumple?

- Are you... are you trying to win me back?
- It's a bit more complicated than that.

Rumple.

It seems that centuries of dark deeds

do take their toll.

And all that's left of it...

Is this.

And pretty soon,

that will be gone, too.

Well... Will you die?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

I will lose any ability to love.

And that goodness that you
once saw inside of me...

Well, that'll be gone forever.

There's only one man who
can reverse this process,

and that's The Author.

That's why I'm here in Storybrooke.

I don't expect you to
understand, of course.

But I...

I-I do understand.

You do?

Sometimes I worry...

I worry I threw out the
chipped teacup too soon.

You know what the problem is, though?

Will is just such a
better kisser than you are.

W-what?

You're pathetic.

Watching you come groveling back to me,

it's like a dog begging for scraps.

Why are you saying that?

This isn't like you, Belle.

But it is so like me.

Regina.

Now forget all this and run along home.

You have no idea

just how much I'm gonna
make you suffer for this.

Oh, you're not gonna do a thing,

unless you wanna see what happens

when I take this heart and squeeze.

Come on.

We both know you don't have it in you.

Don't I?

All right, all right.

I believe you.

Good.

So I'm headed to New York now.

And if you breathe one
word of this to Zelena,

you won't be the only
one who loses a heart.

Don't bother studying
the greats, darling.

You'll never be one of them.

Hello, Isaac.

Never thought you'd
see me again, did you?

I was certainly hoping not to.

Then why don't you make this easy

and give me back what you took?

Can't do it. Sorry.

With one whistle,

I can send a hundred
snarling dogs after you.

You could,

but you and I both know that
even with all your magic,

you don't have enough power to hurt me.

I do hate it when you're right, darling.

Though I do like this
new shade of confidence.

It's so... masculine.

Are you sure you can't help a girl out?

For old time's sake?

Not a chance.

Well, then you will pay for what you did

when you made me what I am.

You know, idle threats
don't make for good drama.

But I do see one interesting
story developing here.

Really? And what's that?

Rumplestiltskin.

Has no idea that we know each other.

Which means that...

You lied to him.

So from one old friend to another,

you should probably be
gone before he gets back.

Oh, you always did know how to
infuriate a girl, didn't you?

Well, enjoy the upper hand
while it's still on your wrist,

because I think you'll find...

There's more than one
way to skin an author.

And now a brand-new song

straight from London's
legendary Murray's Club,

the toast of Beak Street.

Cruella!

Where did you get this?

Plug that back in. You
simply have to hear this song.

You stole it, didn't you?
Last time I let you out?

Well, that's because
I'm bored out of my mind!

I-I've read every book
in here a hundred times.

And I wouldn't have to steal

if you'd just let me
leave this house just once.

Out of the question.

Stay here.

And be quiet.

Can I help you?

I certainly hope so.
I'm a newspaper writer.

I travel all over, collecting
interesting personal stories.

None of those here,
I'm afraid. Good night.

Don't be modest.

I heard you're the best
dog trainer in London.

You've been hired by princes and kings.

All I'm asking for is two minutes.

So tell me about this talent you have.

I've heard the way you control your dogs,

it's almost like magic.

No magic, I'm afraid.

Just hard work and routine.

Well, that's dull.

To be honest, I'm looking for
stories with a bit more pizzazz.

A great story always needs just
a sprinkle of magic, you know?

Something unexpected.

Quite the portraits you've got there.

Relatives?

Husbands. I think it's time to go.

Three husbands?

Now that's out of ordinary. Tell me more.

Are you a widow or a divorc�e?

Oh! Hey.

You've never been married, have you?

Give that back. And, no.

Of course you haven't.
If you'd been married,

you wouldn't ask those
questions so callously.

I'm sorry, okay? Can I have it...

I'm guessing you've
never even been in love.

That is not your business.

What....

Maybe you should write
your own story for once,

instead of leeching
off other people's pain.

Nice to meet you, too, lady.

Psst!

Psst!

I heard the whole thing.

Are you really after a great story?

Yes. Who are you?

I'm a girl with a great story.

All right. I'm all ears.

I'm sorry. If you want to hear it,

you're gonna have to
get me out of here first.

Hey, Pongo.

What are you doing here?

You shouldn't be out here by yourself.

Pongo!

Pongo! Pongo!

Okay.

Come here, boy.

Whoa.

What's wrong? Calm down.

Don't blame the dog, darling.
He's simply following orders,

and I told him to fetch.

- What do you want?
- I want you to be

a good boy and get in the car.

This is amazing. How did you do that?

I have my methods.

And this key? I mean, my mother
never lets it out of her sight.

Do you wanna keep asking questions

or do you wanna get out of here?

I know a nice quiet spot we can talk.

Well, I'd prefer somewhere loud.

Loud? Why?

I live in an attic,

and my mother never allows
me visitors or music or fun.

I mean, she even ripped
my favorite trumpet flowers

out of the garden because
she doesn't like the smell.

All right, I get the picture.

Wherever you wanna go,

I can take you.

That is your car?

All four wheels.

This is just how I always imagined it.

The music and the dances and... gin.

Ugh.

You'll get used to the taste.

Now from what I've seen so far,

yours has all the makings of
a classic Cinderella story.

So tell me, why did she lock you up?

Self-preservation.

Mummy dear is afraid if I get out,

I'll tell everyone her
dirty little secret.

What secret?

Everyone believes that my
father died of a heart attack,

but I know the truth...
mother poisoned him.

How do you know for sure?

Any doubts I had were put to rest

when husbands two and
three were found belly-up.

A Cinderella tale with
a black widow twist.

Now this is a great story.

Oh, I love this song!

Come on. Put your silly pen
down and come and dance with me.

Oh, no, no, no. I-I-I-I write stories.

I don't... I don't dance in them.

- No.
- Come on.

Oh!

Your mother might be a murderess,

but she's right about one thing.

I spend too much time recording life

and not enough time living it.

Well, then tonight,

let's live!

You sure going to New
York is a good idea?

You don't know what Zelena has planned.

What if you're walking into a trap?

Robin's in trouble. I have no choice.

- You don't have to go alone.
- Don't worry about me.

You have your hands full with The Author.

I can handle one wicked sister.

Things are different in New York.

Without your magic, y...

Listen.

If you won't take me with
you, I want you to take this.

I hope you don't have to use it, but...

I want you to stay safe.

Thank you.

So you're not... Angry with me

for keeping your parents' secret?

It's between me and them.
You were just trying to help.

It's Henry.

Video message?

Must be a thing now. I got one, too.

Mom, Mom, Cruella has me.

If you ever wanna see me again,
you have to do what she says.

Hello, darlings!

As you can see, I have
your dreadful son.

If you prefer him
to remain in tact,

you'll do exactly as I say...

Kill The Author.

Then, ah, bring me his
broken little body,

or...

Your boy will meet a
very unhappy ending.

Hmm?

Finally.

The joy of getting lost in a
good book just isn't the same.

Not after it happens to you literally.

Stop talking.

We haven't much time,

now that you and Cruella
have been reunited at last.

Cruella?

- No, I-I-I don't even...
- Enough.

You both lied to me about your past,

and now those lies are
coming to the surface.

I'm sorry.

Please don't hurt me.
I-I didn't think it was...

- Relevant.
- Oh, it's not only relevant,

it is essential to my plans.

Cruella is so desperate to see you dead,

she just kidnapped the savior's son.

How do you know that?

Well, you have your tools.

I have mine.

I watched as Cruella gave the savior

a rather morbid choice...

Either you die...

Or her son dies.

Now hang on. You said you need
me to get the savior to go dark.

This is how you plan to do
it? By having her kill me?!

Relax.

If you died, uh,

the mantle of "The
Author" simply passes on,

perhaps to someone
less willing to help me.

No, no. I need you alive.

Then why work with Cruella,
if she wants me dead?

A person obsessed with vengeance

is easy to manipulate.

She thought I believed her happy ending

was reconciling with her mother.

But I knew she was
after something else...

Your death.

Now I wanna know why.

I wanna precisely what
you wrote about her,

the exact words.

You wanna know?

Here.

Read it for yourself.

I'm better on the page, anyway.

I wish, I wish this would never end.

Well, thank you.

This was a night I shan't forget.

I-I-I can make it even more memorable.

There's something I wanna show you.

A pen?

It's more than that.

It's the most important
thing I have. It's...

Special.

See, there's something
about me I haven't told you.

Well, whatever it is, don't worry.

I mean, I've told you all my secrets.

You can tell me anything.

Okay.

The truth is, I don't
go across the country

collecting stories for the
paper. The places I go...

Well...

They're a lot farther apart.

I-I travel across realms.

Realms of storytelling.

What?

This place right here is one of
them. It... it exists out of time.

Tell me, what year is it?

Oh. Um...

Oh, who bothers with such trivial things?

Exactly. We're not in a time.

We're in a realm of story.

There are many... some beautiful,

some horrific, and
some just plain magical.

I think you've had too much gin.

I know how it sounds, but that's
not even the craziest part.

This pen and ink are
enchanted with magic.

They're so powerful, I can do more

than just write people's stories.

I can change them.

Are you really serious?

I can prove it.

Look.

That's impossible.

That's some kind of trick.

Is it?

How about a pair of
diamond earrings to match?

That pen and ink really are magic.

Careful. They have to be used together.

There's no telling what would
happen if that ink spilled.

And you can write anything?

Yes.

Don't you see?

I can use it to whisk us away

to someplace where your mother
and her dogs can never find us.

We can be together.

Oh. If only it were that simple.

It can be.

What if I gave you magic,

so no matter where you
were, you'd be safe?

You'd do that for me?

Watch me.

_

Oh.

I think I...

- I think I can feel it working.
- Let's leave now.

We can get in my car and just drive.

We won't stop until we're far, far away.

No. I have to face my mother first.

She needs to know that she
no longer has power over me.

- I can take you.
- No. I...

I'm afraid it's something
I have to do alone.

And because of you, I can.

Meet you at the hotel?

And promise me you won't run
off with any other lucky girl.

I promise.

Here. Take my car to be sure.

It's yours now.

Until then.

I recognize that trailhead marker.

Cruella is holding Henry

a couple of miles South
of the toll bridge.

- So what now?
- Time to get our hands dirty

and do whatever it takes to get him back.

You're not actually
considering Cruella's demand

- to kill The Author?
- Of course not.

Even if we could find him,

it wouldn't be half the
fun of killing Cruella.

Let's see how she likes
being made into outerwear.

- Regina!
- What?

It's Emma's heart we're
trying to protect, not mine.

If we go in guns blazing,
we risk hurting Henry.

We have to find another way.

I've headed many rescue missions.

It would be helpful to
know the terrain more.

And where The Author is. If
he's enemies with Cruella,

maybe he knows the
best way to defeat her.

Oh, we may be able to help with that.

We went back to the convent and
found a flask that we gave him.

He dropped it when he escaped.

A locator spell might work on it.

Sounds like a perfect job for you two.

I'll take Regina and
Hook, and we'll scope out

the area where Cruella's
holed up with Henry.

Emma, I know you're still angry,

- but avoiding us is not going to help.
- I'm not avoiding you.

With Henry's life on the line, I
need to be around people I trust,

and right now, that's not you.

You're acting like a petulant child.

Your parents did a bad thing.
They apologized. Now get over it.

Forgive me if I don't
take advice from the woman

who held a grudge for half her life
because a 10-year-old spilled a secret.

Swan, if you won't listen to
Regina, perhaps you'll listen to me.

You were able to forgive both of us

all because you found it in
your heart to see past it.

The difference is that
you never held yourself

as some paragon of virtue.

Neither of you did.

You were honest about who you were.

My parents weren't. They
said they were heroes.

Even heroes make mistakes, luv.

You know, not long ago, your
mother gave me some advice.

She said

I needed to believe I could
still earn forgiveness,

that I had a chance at grace.

I didn't realize it then, but...

she was talking about herself.

Emma, she's been trying to make up
for what she did for a long time.

If you two understand them
so well, you forgive them.

I...Can't.

More important things
to worry about right now,

like saving Henry.

Blasted birds. I'll show
you what angry looks like.

Pongo, sic!

Ugh.

Cruella!

You.

Where is she? Where is my daughter?

I don't have to tell you anything.

The dogs can smell her on you.

Where's she gone? Why were you with her?!

I was following your advice,

living life instead of
just writing about it.

And now, thanks to Cruella,

I won't ever be going back.

You foolish boy.

Stay.

You should've gotten far away from her

when you had the chance.

Why?

So your secret would remain buried?

Yes, Cruella told me the truth
about her father and the others,

that you murdered them.

She really did a number
on you, didn't she?

You'd think a newspaper
man would know a tall tale

when he heard one,

because I didn't kill anyone.

Don't you understand? It was Cruella.

You expect me to believe that
that angel I danced with tonight

is a killer?

I didn't want to believe it either.

She was always a troubled little girl.

Her father and I had
hopes she'd grow out of it.

Until one night, he was
having his tea in the parlor

when I heard a thump.

I raced in to find him dead on the floor

from a heart attack.

Cruella, the poor dear, was there,

paralyzed with shock.

After the doctor left, my
first thoughts went to her,

what effect seeing her father die

would have on an already disturbed mind.

So I went up to try and comfort her.

I expected to find her
crying, but she wasn't.

Instead, I-I saw a hint
of a smile on her face.

I thought I was imagining things,

but then I saw the trumpet
flowers on the bedside table.

Her favorite flowers.

The ones you ripped out
because you hated the smell.

I ripped them out because
they were poisonous.

She poisoned him.

You're lying.

If what you're saying is true,

you would've gone to the authorities.

How could I?

She was my daughter, and I blamed myself.

I thought if I kept her close
that I could somehow fix her.

But there's no fixing her.

She poisoned the next
two husbands as well.

Get out of here...

Before I call the police.

You don't have to believe me.

Just stay away from Cruella.

She takes the things you care about

and she destroys them.

It's just a bucket of
fiction, that's all.

Cruella?

Hello, mother. I've been waiting for you.

Dogs!

Oh, that's not going to work anymore.

What did you do to them?

I simply taught them a new command...

Kill.

Help me! Please!

Help me! Help!

It's Henry. Quick, it's
coming from over there.

No, it's this way.

Has Cannon fire damaged your hearing?

It clearly came from over there.

No! No! Help me, please!

Split up. Go!

Somebody!

Henry?!

Help me! Please!

No.

Help me, please!

Henry?!

Somebody! Help me!

Magic.

Help me!

Please, somebody...

Pongo...

Who says you can't teach
an old dog new tricks?

You shouldn't have run.

Henry!

Mom!

Let him go!

I'm afraid not.

Come any closer, and he dies.

Cruella?

I've been looking everywhere for you.

Where's your mother?

Cruella!

Well, thanks to you, she's dead, darling.

Oh, you should've seen
the look on her face

when her beloved dogs turned on her.

It's a memory I shall truly cherish.

No.

No.

Oh, you needn't fear the dogs anymore.

They're with mother now.

How could you do this?

I thought you cared about me.

Well, that was the idea, darling.

You were... What is the phrase?

A means to an end.

Why?

That's the question on
everybody's mind, isn't it?

I wish I had an answer.

Some people struggle not to
be drawn into the darkness.

Ever since I was a
little girl, I've said,

"why not splash in... and have fun?"

Aah!

Aah!

Drop that, you horrid little scribbler!

You can't get it done in real life,

so you scratch it out like
a rat scrabbling in filth!

Why can't I pull the
trigger? What did you do?!

I learned a lesson from you.

Take what a person
loves... and destroy it.

You fool.

You damned insane fool!

I'm not done!

I'm not done at all!

Oh! Don't come any closer!

- Stay back!
- We're not gonna hurt you.

We just want some information.

Unh-unh. I want some guarantees,

because if I tell you everything,
you just might kill the messenger.

You're safe. Trust us.

Trust you?

I've seen what you'll do
to protect your daughter.

- Uhh!
- Aah! Ow!

Hey! You said you wouldn't h...

- What have you done with Emma?
- Nothing.

I was just trying to protect
the world from Cruella.

I had no idea that Gold
would use her like this.

Even I couldn't see the end to the story.

What are you talking about?

How does the story end?

With the savior...

Turning dark.

What is that?

Something I wrote.

The truth.

"Cruella De Vil can no longer

take away the life of another."

Do you see now?

Henry's in no danger.

Cruella can't kill anyone.

She's defenseless.

Emma doesn't know,

which means Gold wants her to...

We have to stop this.

One small dead author.
That's all I asked.

Simple revenge, and you failed utterly.

Put the gun down, Cruella.

- Mom.
- It's gonna be okay, Henry.

I'll do it, savior.

Believe me, I will.

Cruella.

Put your hands down, savior.
We both know you're bluffing.

That's my son.

And you're a hero,

and heroes don't kill.

Aah!

Henry?

Mom.

No, no.

Emma?

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