Once Upon a Time

Previously on Once Upon A Time.

The Sheriff found a heart in your jewelery box.

The weapon was found in your apartment.

I didn't kill Kathryn!

You think my book is real?

I'm a believer. And I want to help others see the light.

But I already believe.

I'm here for Emma.

Kathryn?

Hey, you there?

Good.

This is taking too long. We need to accelerate the plan.

It's almost 9:00.

You all set? You know what to do?

Operation Cobra is always ready.

I just...

You just what?

I don't understand what this has to do with getting Emma to believe.

Sometimes other priorities assert themselves.

Can you handle a little improvisation?

Yeah. Can you?

We're a go.

Hey, Mr. Gold.

Good morning, Henry. What can I do for you?

I want to get a gift for Ms. Blanchard.

Oh! I see.

Since she didn't kill that woman.

Good thinking.

Are these bells? - (DOOR CREAKING)

Cool.

See anything you fancy?

It should be something special, like pretty-sounding, but with authority.

You're asking a lot from a bell.

I like the first one the best so far.

Sometimes it's best to go with one's first instinct.

This one's good. How much is it?

The price is marked.

Wow. I was thinking more like five dollars?

I have some tin whistles. - (BELLS CLINKING)

May I help you?

Yeah.

I'm looking for some maps. I'm a bit of a collector.

Yes.

Well, there's maps through in the shop. This is my office.

I thought this was the entrance.

It's not.

The shop is through there.

Emma, come on in. Look who's awake.

Kathryn, hi.

Listen, I don't want to take a lot of your time.

But do you remember what happened?

I don't know much.

I was in a car accident and I remember the airbag going off.

And the next thing I knew, I was in the dark, in some basement.

I didn't see anyone, but there was food and water.

And then, I guess I was drugged?

Yeah. We're still trying to flush that out of your system.

And then I woke up in a field at the edge of town

and I started walking.

That was it.

You saw no one? You didn't hear a voice?

Smell perfume? Cologne? Anything?

Nothing. No. I'm sorry.

I wish I could help.

Especially since...

While I was gone, you thought I was dead?

Your DNA matched the heart we found.

They're grilling everybody down at the hospital lab,

to see who doctored the DNA results.

Why would anyone do this?

I think someone was trying to frame Mary Margaret.

But why?

I mean, who would do something like that?

You broke our deal.

I broke one deal in my life, dear. And it certainly wasn't this one.

Kathryn was supposed to die, and Mary Margaret was to get the blame.

Yeah, murder seems so much worse here, though, doesn't it?

You can't just turn someone into a snail and then step on them, can you?

You didn't say, "Kill her."

We agreed that something tragic should happen to her.

Now, abduction is tragic.

The intent was perfectly clear.

Oh! Let's not talk about intent. Intent is meaningless.

Intent is everything.

Please.

This is going to raise all kinds of questions

about where she was and how the test results were fake.

Oh, yes,

and who put the key in her cell.

It's all going to lead to me, isn't it?

You bastard!

This doesn't make any sense.

You and I, we've been in this together from the start.

Oh! Have we?

You created the curse for me,

the curse that brought us here and built all this.

Yes, it's about time you said thank you.

Why did you do it?

Well, you're a smart woman, Your Majesty.

Figure it out.

Go. Come on.

- (DONKEY BRAYING) - Come on. Come.

Hey! Hey...

What are you doing in the middle of the road, boy?

I'm sorry! I...

Hey, I know you.

It's fine. It's fine.

You know, it was the donkey's fault.

You want chicken, or some eggs...

That's all right. No. I should probably just...

What's going on?

It's nothing. It was my fault.

I wasn't looking where I was going,

but he says he's fine.

I'm fine, Papa. Really.

Are you sure, Bae?

Yes. I'm fine.

Well, I suppose it won't happen again.

- It won't. - No.

What's that?

- It's nothing. - It's nothing!

Da-da-da-da-da!

Don't bother.

Papa, no.

Please, Papa, don't.

No, Papa! Papa!

- (GASPS) - I'm sorry!

What are you doing?

I was trying to kiss you on your forehead.

It was meant to be sweet.

Well, thank you.

It's good to see you.

Kathryn, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I'm sorry I cheated on you.

I'm just so sorry for all this.

David, it's okay.

You know, what we had, it wasn't it for you.

Maybe for both of us.

I can't blame you for just being the first one to see it.

You are kind of amazing.

Yeah. I am.

Now go on, get out of here so I can get some rest.

I'm gonna give you that kiss on the forehead now.

Knock yourself out.

- Hi! - Hey.

How are you? Nice to... Would you like some?

All of these people, just to welcome me home?

You've got a lot of friends.

Didn't feel like that yesterday.

Here you go.

Great. Thank you. Thank you.

How bad was it?

Getting caught in his office? Not bad. I played it off.

What were you looking for?

- Did you find it? - Nope.

But I have a feeling it's gonna find me.

There she is, why don't you give her your present?

Hey.

I have something for you.

Thank you!

"We're so glad you didn't kill Mrs. Nolan."

It's from the whole class. And I got you a bell.

Thank you. Tell everyone I'll be back soon.

Okay.

Henry, we gotta get you home before your mom finds out.

That won't be pretty.

Hey, Henry. Are you leaving already?

David.

Oh, no.

Gotta get home and do homework.

She's kind of tired.

I think if you just give it some time...

But I just wanted to...

Hey, Henry, why don't you head home with David?

Okay.

Sorry.

Okay.

Hard to let him go, isn't it?

Your son.

Yeah.

Pretty much the hardest thing.

Speaking of something we weren't talking about, was it you?

Was what me?

Did you make Kathryn suddenly materialize?

Because it sure played that way to me.

Was that the magic you were going to work?

Because if you kidnapped that poor, innocent woman, just to let her go...

Are you proposing I'm working with Regina or against her?

I don't know. Maybe diagonally.

Well, you keep working on that one.

My question is about something else. What do you know about him?

He goes by August. He's a writer.

A typewriter wrapped in an enigma wrapped in stubble. Why?

He was poking around my shop today.

"August Wayne Booth," clearly a false name.

If there's one thing I know about, it's names.

Writers go by pseudonyms. What does it matter?

You trust him?

Yeah.