All language subtitles for Legacies_S03E12_English-ELSUBTITLE.COM-ST_61508874

Come on, Lan, imagine
you're having a baby and push.

A baby?

At least that's what I do.
Come on, push.

Push! Push!

Yes!

Yeah!
Yes!

That's what I'm talking
about! Let's go!
Yes!

Let's go, boy!
Yes!

You know, this isn't
what I was expecting.
Right,

I totally thought his
arms were gonna snap.
Yeah,

do you even lift, bro?
I mean,

it's a new hobby. I haven't
really been sleeping well

since I got back
from Malivore, so...

Why didn't you tell me?
Because I found

a perfectly healthy coping
mechanism here with Jed, and...

and, uh, didn't
want you to worry.

Kind of like you're doing now.

No, I mean,
I'm actually relieved.

You know, I thought...
Doesn't matter what I thought.

You know what?
Get as yoked as you want.

Nice. Hey, but
cardio matters, too.

You want to go for
a midnight run?
Yeah, I do.

I'll see you soon.
Bye.

Oh, boys.

"Dear Jo, as usual,
I've made a huge mess of things.

"I'll be gone for a while,
so I can take action

"to break this pattern
on my end.

"But on yours, there's something
you need to know about Finch--

"who she is...

what she is."

A werewolf.

Listen, I was hoping
that she would tell you herself,

but Lizzie felt bad about
what happened, so she found

a Wiccan
wellness retreat

to help her manage
her control issues,

among other things.
And her

being alone in the woods
with a bunch of other witches

sounded like a good idea
to you?
Yes,

it did, because I am working
on my control issues, too.

Well, that's not the only thing
you're working on.

What is all of this?
Well, this is my theory

about all the monster madness
that we're dealing with here.

Which I should have had sooner,
before your sister left town,

because proving it
requires a witch.

I can help.
I'm back in the game.

Because no matter
what it is,

it's better than dealing
with my personal life.

Well...

given who it involves,

I'm not sure
you'll want to hear it.

How'd you sleep?

Like Old Batman

after the Mutant Leader

beat the crap out of him
in Dark Knight Returns.

Except it was some rando
with a pool cue.

If it makes you feel any better,

Batman's human, too.

Here's the thing.

I shouldn't feel better.

At least not
this quickly.

You want to tell me
how that's possible?

Because from what I remember,

I should be
just this side of dead.

I've got a lot to tell you.

For starters,

vampire blood heals people.

Thank God for that.

There's more.

I am not

the only vampire there is.

Like, at all.

There used to be over a dozen
of us in my old class.

You mean back
at the Salvatore School?

No wonder Dr. Saltzman

wanted you to make me forget.

Told you it was a lot.

But after what happened
to you...

I'm through lying.

We're partners.

And you're about to know
everything.

So, you think The Necromancer
is behind all of this?

Well, the monsters
are back.

Hope and Landon saw his dead
body in the prison world,

which means he should
have come back to life.

So why didn't he?

He already did.

You think that he
resurrected in our world?

Well, that's the theory.

You know, Hope
told me something

or someone is running
around Mystic Falls

wearing the hides
of dead monsters.

Now, it's not exactly
a crimson robe, but...
I can do a locator spell

if you have something
that belongs to him.

I know you two have history,

and this...

grimoire of his is full of...

Black magic spells.

I'm not gonna lie,
I'm a little scared of that.

But...

not of him.

I got this, Dad.

Ahsorum, dolusantum,

infidictus.

What is that?
Where is he?

A funeral home.

You play beautifully.

And you are far too kind.

Sorry I've kept
you so long.

Don't be.

I'm at your service.
You take all the time you need.

He looks so peaceful.

I'm ready now.

Thank you for everything.

It was my honor, Mrs. Vaspucci.

It's "vas-pew-chi."

Ah.
Italian.

Ah, oh, an elegant language

far beyond my grasp.

You know, it suits the lady.

If there's nothing else,
I'll walk you out.

Perhaps you'd like
to join me for lunch.

Robert would want me
to be happy.

Uh, grief is a strange beast,
Mrs. Vaspucci...

It's "miss" now.

And call me Sophia.

Sophia. As I was saying,

in my experience,

the only thing that satiates
that beast is time,

and...

Oh, thank God.

I'm afraid the viewing's over.

That's okay.

We came here to see you.

You may look different...

Oh, God.

...but we'd recognize
that voice anywhere.

We know who you really are.

Oh, perfect timing.

I was starving,
but you really didn't have to...
Oh, I did.

I mean, you know,
with all the calories

that you've been burning.

Which, speaking
of, do you have

any idea how much weight
you were lifting?

Nope.
Like, 300 pounds.

Sweet.

That doesn't strike you as odd?
I mean,

you're human
now, Landon.

At least you're supposed to be.

So that's why you're worried.

With good reason.
With no reason.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I wish I had

a better explanation,
but I don't remember anything

that happened to me in Malivore,
so...

And I wanted you back so badly

that I didn't notice
any differences.

Wade actually did.

He had this
crazy theory

that you've changed.

Wade doesn't know me
the way you do.

I should hope not.

Look, if you really want
the truth,

I've never felt better.

But that's only because
you and I are finally good.

Because I remember everything

that we've gone through
to get here. So please,

just be here, with me.

I'm fine.
Well, you shouldn't be.

You should be covered
in hives right now.

Landon's allergic
to avocados.

And that burrito that
you've been eating--

all the avocados.

See, the Landon I remember
would be breaking out.

His throat would be closing up.

You know, I even...
I brought an EpiPen,

in case I was wrong, but
you're not gonna need it--

and that is the whole problem.

Because you are not Landon.

Ad somnum.

Hi. Have you seen Lizzie?

From the conversation
I overheard

this morning between her sister

and their father,

Elizabeth is currently
off campus.

Well, that figures. Thank you.

Do you need something?

Oh, um...

I'm pretty sure
that there's

something wrong with Landon.

Actually, no. I know

that there's
something wrong with Landon.

I just needed
a second opinion.

Then allow me
to be that for you.

You can't. You barely know him.

Well, then perhaps
that will change

once people start letting me in
on what is going on around here,

instead of trying so hard
to conceal it.

You told me I belong
at this school.

So if you need the help
of a witch,

tell me what I can do.

I wasn't looking for Lizzie
because she's a witch.

A while ago, we had
a friend named Rafael

who got sick, and she and
the coven ran some tests on him.

I was hoping that they might
have some supplies left over

I could use on Landon.

You are right, you did not
come here for a witch.

You came here for a friend.

So we will get

to the bottom of this together.

It's all lies.

You truly expect me to believe
that I'm some...

egotistical sap

who calls himself
The Necromancer?

Or that I harbor simultaneous
vendettas against you,

your school...

and a... and a mud man who goes
by the preposterous name

of Malivore?

All of which I hate so much

that I've traveled across the
very fabric of time and space,

beyond the reach
of death itself,

to have my revenge?

Pretty much.

Ah.

My name is Ted.

I'm a simple man who
does a job few wish to,

but one that brings
comfort to others.

Which conveniently involves
being surrounded by dead people.

So, thanks
for the Ted talk,

but we don't think
that this is a coincidence.

What I think

is that you and your father

need help.

Professional help.

Because I am not,
nor will I ever be,

a-a necromancer.

The.

The Necromancer.

Yeah, so you say.

Okay, "Ted,"

let's assume for a second here
you are telling the truth.

Why are you in Mystic Falls?

I don't know.

I have amnesia.

Mm. Hmm.

A few weeks ago,
I awoke not far from here

in a garish ice cream
store uniform

and... no memories at all

of how I came to
this charming place.

But I am a
firm believer

in blooming
where one is planted, so...

well, I'm making the best of it.

So you're not the source
of the monster problem?

No.

Sorry for scuttling
your psychotic agenda,

but you'll have to
come up with a plan B

elsewhere.

Well, unfortunately,
plan B involves you, too.

Now, there is
a mystical artifact

I'm in desperate need
of answers about,

and I think
you could help me get them.

But it's gonna require you
to become The Necromancer

again...
Bah!

He just bah'd.

No one genuinely bahs
except The Necromancer.

This is madness.

This magical mumbo jumbo
you speak of

isn't even real.

What are you doing? Ah.

It burns!
I just siphoned you,

Which means you have magic.

He's in there, all right.

Although intentionally bringing
The Necromancer to the surface

sounds like something we'd live
to regret, if we're lucky.

I must insist

you leave. Now.

Not a problem.

Besides, I have a school to run.

In the meantime...

...just hold on to this for me

until I get back.

Oh, my God.

Do you have it from here, Jo?

I-I'll put up a shield spell.

Just in case.

Good idea. Mwah.

Uh...
I got to hand it to you,

you sure know
how to drop a truth bomb.

But why wouldn't you just tell
me everything from the start?

I was trying
to protect my friends.

But then you became
one of 'em, too.

And I guess I never
saw that coming.

Why not?

Because you're cool, E.

And I'm...

A freaking vampire,
Milton.

A superhero
in training.

There's nothing cooler
than that.
I mean, yeah,

I-I get that now...
Do you?

Because I say it all the time,

but it's like
you never believe it.

You know the deal.

Uh, great power,

great responsibility.

That's it.

You lied

because your friends
are supernatural,

and I couldn't understand
what that's like.

I think I hate
where this is going.

But I can.

As of information that
I just learned ten minutes ago.

Vampires can turn people, right?

Then turn me.

Heed my call.

Return to me, Robert.

Rise!

Adducere ad animam...

Oh, this is pointless!

It is if you keep
butchering the phonetics.

Why are you making me
do this?

Short answer?

We used to be black
magic frenemies,

which turned me into
a Hot Topic supervillain.

So standing up to you
feels like personal growth.

And the long one?

There is this girl
that I really like.

But then
werewolf drama,

witch drama,
and twin sister drama,

and it all got screwed up.

So, making you the Lord of Limbo
somehow weirdly feels

like a less
impossible fix.

I doubt that very much.

Don't. Because at
least you're talking

to me.
So you've already tried

hashing it out
with this young lady?

Of course not.

Being a glutton for punishment
is more your thing.

What have you got to lose?

You exist
in anguish now.

Yeah. And I'm sure The
Necromancer in you loves that.

Hmm, perhaps.

But it makes the Ted
in me very sad.

You must tell her
how you feel.

Because every day

I see people in here
doing just that.

But their loved ones
can no longer hear them.

I'm not so sure about that.

Hmm?

Dad.

Give me that.

Fire in the hole.

Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

Dust to dust!

Oh, good.
You're awake.

There's nothing good
about what you did to me.

Relax.
It was just a sleep spell.

Also not good,

you brought a friend.

I am only
here to help.

But I'm guessing
I'm not gonna like

what's in the bag, am I?

We have to run
some tests on you.

Cooperation would be appreciated

but isn't required.

Okay. Then I appreciate if
you two would get out of my way.

You can play doctor
by yourselves.

Is spelling me into places
your answer for everything?

This is different.
I usually do it to protect you

from Malivore monsters,
not because you are one.

You can't be serious.

I'm not a monster.

I'm Landon,

your Landon, which means
I write dumb songs about you

and force you to watch movies
you would never and...

What I care most about
is whether or not you trust me.

Hope, I
believe him.

And imprisoning him feels...

Like I said, you don't know him.

I don't know why that
barrier stopped him,

considering it only works
on supernatural creatures.

Okay, well, maybe it's because
I used to be a phoenix.

Or maybe it's 'cause
I'm Malivore's son.

Or...

Maybe you're right.

Okay.

Well, if there's something wrong
with me,

I don't want anyone to get hurt
because of it.

So... test away.

I'm gonna need a blood sample.
Great.

You know how much
I love needles.

Perhaps there is another way.

Do it.

What is that?

Mud.

Malivore mud.

I can't raise the dead.

Ooh.

You just did.

Briefly.

Then I choose not to.

Please respect
my decision.

I can't. Because I need
you to do it again.

I need you to bring me the
ghost of Leonardo da Vinci.

Wait, that's plan B?

If Da Vinci made the artifact,
then he must know how

and why it's connected
to Malivore

and everything
that's been going on here.

My answer
remains.

And between us, I've...

always been more
of a Michelangelo guy myself.

Look, back when you
were The Necromancer,

you were always willing
to cut a deal.

So name your price.

There is no price.

'Cause if what you told me
about who I was

is true, then...

oh, I don't wish to be
that person ever again.

Look, people
don't change.

Not deep down.

You're still the guy who
laughs when Grandpa blows up.

See what I mean?

Perhaps I won't succeed.

But if I don't try...

I'm surely evil.

Then it's time
for plan C.

Which always
involves torture.

No. Dad. No.

Control issues, remember?

We'll find another way.

I'm not a monster.

Blue.

What does it mean?
That I'm telling
the truth.

But I'm guessing you

don't believe that, which means
we need to establish a baseline.

Something we both agree
on what the answer is,

like what color
is the sky or...

Do you love me?

Of course I do.

With every fiber of my being.

It's like I was made
to love you.

Enough. If that is true,
then he is not a monster.

Well, he bleeds like one.

All that means

is that he believes what
he says.
Okay,

then it's your turn.
Is there anything I can do

to convince you that,
no matter what's happened,

I'm still Landon?

Not that I can think of.

I am assuming that means...

She's lying.

So tell us what it is.

I don't want to.

And I wish you didn't have to.

But we're running out
of options,

and I need to know
what's going on

as much as you do.

Great. More needles.

It's my blood, which Landon has
a strong reaction to.

That sounds
very dangerous.

And brilliant.
And, yes, extremely dangerous.

Kind of like her.

I guess you inspired me.

No. This is your doing.

Please reconsider.

This will only end with
someone getting hurt.

Only a couple drops
on your skin.

Okay, don't inject it.
Promise me, Landon.

I mean, whatever you are.

You had it right the first time.

Nothing's happening.

It doesn't make sense.

I know who...

Hope, make it stop.
Landon. Hold on. Consilium.

MG:This whole thing was a bad idea.

What are you talking about? You
wanted us to be partners, right?

Well, this is the only way
that that works.

Yeah, that doesn't mean
we should do it.

What we should do

is tell Dr. Saltzman the truth.

Better late than never.
Fine.

But let's do it after
you turn me into a vampire.

You'd have to die.

I'll jump off the falls
or-or something.

Quick and painless.

Hey, you said
the Salvatore School's

having enrollment problems,
and I could definitely

help the football team and...

I'm never gonna talk you
into this, am I?

I'm sorry, E,
but take it from me.

Being a vampire-- it's not
about the powers you gain.

It's about all the stuff
you lose.

And I would feel terrible

if you lost anything else
because of me.

Thank you.

No, MG. Thank you.

For what?

For healing me last night.

Which means

there's still vampire blood
in my system,

which is what you told me
turns a human to a vampire.

And for the first time
in forever,

I know exactly
what I'm supposed to do.

Ethan.

Please.

I'll see you on the other side,
partner.

Get in here and help me.

I fear it is too late

for that.

Give me your hair tie.

At least you finally

believe him?
Fifty-fifty.

But he's not a monster.

And he passed your tests.
What else would he be?

Only one thing-- Malivore.

But either way,
he's still my boyfriend.

And if Malivore is
using him as a vessel,

then I need to figure out
what that means for Landon.

And if he is

Malivore, what then?

I have no idea.

He'd be in the one person
on the planet

that I can't bring myself
to fight.

For what it is worth,

I wish our circumstances
were different.

Me, too. Please go

and get Dr. Saltzman.

Landon, are you in there?
Can you hear me?

Don't move.
You're hurt really bad,

and you're gonna be
in a lot of pain.

No, I don't feel anything.

Then you're in shock.

No. That's not possible.

'Cause I remember
everything now, Hope.

And I'm not who you think I am.

In that case, I'm gonna go
get something sharp.

You can't.

You don't want to hurt me.

Oh, I want nothing else.

Where's that truth orb
when you need it?

Remember, you're still
Malivore. You know what

my blood does to you.
If not, ask your arm.

Oops. I'm not even
a fully-activated Tribrid.

You know, if you kill me,
you'll trigger my vampire side.

I'll just come back
stronger than ever.

I'm counting on it.

Because I'm not Malivore
either.

Heroes are supposed
to save people, not kill them.

You don't deserve a name

or a costume.

A costume.

Am I interrupting

something important?

Oh, just me pouring another
glass of inspiration, so, yes.

Oh, then, I'll get
straight to the point.

You blame me
for your current dilemma.

In part.

But the truth is, I am
the one responsible.

I'm the theoretical
adult who helped one

of my students open
the not-so-theoretical

Pandora's box.

You truly love this school.

Oh, this is
just a building.

But the kids? Yes.

And until I stop Malivore,
they'll never be safe here.

Well, then perhaps we should
work on that together.

Redeem ourselves.
How?

You made it pretty clear
you won't do what I need you to.

You've made it clear

you don't believe I've changed.

So maybe we're both wrong.

In that spirit,
if you'll pardon the pun...

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Mr. Leonardo da Vinci,

joining us
from the spectral plane.

You trust me now?

I wouldn't go that far.

Baby steps, then.

There is, however,
one complication.

You don't happen
to speak Italian, do you?

Answer my question.

Because I'm officially mad.

And you're running out of limbs.

Last chance.
Who or what are you?

It doesn't matter.
I beg to differ.

Because I can't kill you until
I'm certain I won't be murdering

my boyfriend.
Landon is dead.

None of this would be happening
if you had just accepted that.

Accepted me!

In case you hadn't noticed,
I sort of suck at acceptance,

so I'm gonna need some proof.

What is that?

Luctus.

What does it mean?

Proof.

You're not Malivore,
and he didn't make you.

I did.

What the hell, MG?! MG?!

Blursome. Oh!
Come on, buddy, hang on.
Hey, hey...

Oh.

Hey.

Totally blursome.

At least we know what you are.

You're a golem.
Would have

saved us both a lot
of pain and suffering

had you just come out
and said it.
I didn't know.

And I wouldn't exist if you had
been okay with the truth.

You're gonna cease existing
in about a minute.

Now I know why you've
been so perfect.

You're an idealized version
of Landon.

A puppet made from his remains
and my memories of him.

Which means that someone else is
pulling your strings.

Don't get up. I'll come down.

Hope, don't do this.

She was only trying
to make you better.

So what does that even mean?

I think what he's trying
to say...

...is he needs to use
the bathroom.

Ghosts don't pee.

Jed,

I thought you said
you spoke Italian.

Well, what I said is that
I've been to Rome on vacation.

So, a little bit. Espresso.

Prego.

Pizza.
Ah!

Great. So if he's hungry or
thirsty, we know who to call.

Well, maybe if you let
us have Internet access

at this school, we could
translate what he's saying.

But until then,

grazie, which means...

Even I know what that means,
Jed. Now get out of here.

Okay.

Good luck in there.

Tough room.

Dr. Saltzman,

there's something wrong
with Landon.

How wrong?

I suggest you bring
your deadliest weapon.

Cleo?

Que faccia bella.

You two know each other?

Cleo.

How is this possible?

Cleo.

Cleo!

Ow!

It was Cleo.

It's been Cleo this whole time.
More like

a collaboration.

Her spells, your memories.

Kind of like
when Lucas and Spielberg...

You can stop pretending
you're Landon.

Game's over.
Why?

Everything you remember
about Landon has been imbued

into my being,
and my very being

is made from his remains.

Is that supposed
to be comforting?

Because it's just gross.
Well,

it's as close to him
as you will ever be again.

So maybe consider that
before you kill me.
You're not even alive.

You're a coping mechanism,
and I don't need it anymore.

Hope, think.

I'm practically immortal.

I don't get sick,
I don't break down

and die like humans do,

and no one's trying
to use me as a vessel.

You can be actually immortal

if we activate
your vampire side.

By which you mean die.
Oh, potato, po-tah-to.

Face facts, Hope.
Landon was human.

You were always
gonna lose him

one day like you have lost
so many people.

But it doesn't have
to be that way.

We can be together forever.

Okay.

But your forever

is only gonna last
another five seconds.

One down, one to go.

I was just thinking that.

I thought you were my friend.
And I have tried to be.

I have gone to great lengths to
give us each what we want most,

but there's no longer time
for pleasantries.

This is how it must be.
Perhaps if you

had cared about anything
other than Landon,

you could have seen it, too.

But, as I said,

we are out of time.
Then I guess

we figured out
who the monster is after all.

You know nothing of who I am.

The things I have seen,
where I come from.

Perhaps I will tell you
once you revive.

Because I am not
destroying you, Hope.

I am merely forcing you

to live up to your potential.

To fulfill your destiny

as the one who was able
to open the artifact.

To end Malivore.

To free me.

You were in the artifact?

Yes.

For centuries.

Save the explanation
for after we fight.

Since you know so much about me,

then you know that
there's no way in hell

I'm going down without one.

Stubborn girl. This was mercy.

But if you would prefer
to be burned alive...

Seda...

You really are a stubborn one.

Knock that off.

You're distracting me,

which is why
I sent Da Vinci away.

You can't even read that thing.

Couldn't. But I can now.

And before you ask,
I don't know how.

Perhaps with each dark art

I perform,

I become more the monster
I used to be.

I guess we're lucky it's
not written in Italian, huh?

Is there a spell in there
to get us out or not?

Yes.

A powerful one, given
the requirements.

A spell to dispel other spells.

A magical skeleton key,
if you will.

Perfect. What do we need?
Only two things.

This is the first.

Daemonium.

Accipe

sacrificium tenebris!

Hey, we're in business.

All right,
what's the second thing?

A human sacrifice.

I'm guessing you mean me, then.

Took longer

than I expected, but...

I always knew it'd come to this.

Ted!

Ted. Ted.

Ted. Hang on,
I'm gonna get you out of here.
No.

But you called me Ted.

I die knowing I'm no longer
a monster in your eyes.

I've accomplished my mission
in this life.

May you do the same.

You use your magical powers

to set this thing off?

No, I just shook it a bunch.

It's surprisingly heavy.
But I needed to talk,

and I didn't think
that chem lab was the place.

So talk.

I'm really sorry about
what happened with my sister.
Well,

at least she had the guts
to tell me she was a witch.

In my defense, it's not like
you led with werewolf.

And in Lizzie's defense,

she was only looking after me
because she knew

how much I liked you.

Like you, I mean.

Present tense.

And I'd really regret
not saying that, so...

do whatever you want with that.

♪ Even to myself... ♪

I don't know what to do
with any of this, Jo.

I get it. That's why my dad

built a school
for people like us.

If you're willing
to give it a shot,

I think that it could

really help you.
You mean the school you left?

Not exactly
a ringing endorsement.

Another one of my regrets.

But I think that I can find
the courage to come back

if you come with me.

♪ I put up a thousand walls... ♪

Are we done talking?

♪ All you get
is what you see... ♪

Yeah.

Forever, I'm guessing.

♪ I don't think
I'll ever be good enough ♪

♪ I don't think... ♪

Good.

♪ Don't you leave me alone ♪
♪ Don't you leave me alone ♪

♪ Won't you carry me home? ♪

Is that normal
when you kiss a girl?

That's never happened before.

Damn straight.

♪ Don't you leave me alone ♪

♪ Won't you carry me home? ♪

I would have died
if it weren't for you.

I mean,

I would have come back.

But still.

I really screwed this up.

Join the club.

I should have listened

to Dr. Saltzman
in the first place.

But I just needed
a friend so bad,

I couldn't see
that he was right.

I wouldn't go that far.

Not because I want superpowers

or whatever, but...

You're my friend, MG.

And I needed one

just as much as you.

So, uh, why
don't we just...

call it even and forget
today ever happened.

From now on, I will
just be your sidekick.

No more hero envy.

I swear.

There's, um...

There's just one problem
with that.

We aren't friends.

We never have been,
and you don't know anything

about vampires
or the supernatural world.

You are just a human being

having a hard time.

You're going to fall asleep,

and when you wake up,

all you'll remember
is that you drove out here

to think about life.

And in the morning,
you'll feel good about it

and you'll move on.

And you will never try
harming yourself again.

I'm gonna miss you.

E-ssential.

That was gonna be
your superhero name.

Don't move.

'Cause one day, I'm
actually gonna kill something

with this damn thing.
It's okay.

I got this.

Look, whatever you are,

I'm warning you,
I've had kind of a day.

Where did you get that?

Take off your mask.

Landon?

In the flesh.