The Magicians

Previously on "The Magicians"...

Are you Santa Claus?

Oh, 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.

Kay, 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... 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 gonna get a breakfast burrito.

You wanna join?

We have to help them.

Oh, you're one of those.

Fine, you wanna 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, 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 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, uh, hunting gods.

It's 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.

Its 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.

They 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

even left a scratch.

Reynard did say, even without their powers,

gods are hard to kill.

I wouldn't underestimate the will of Irene McAllister.

Huh.

Tell a few people that you're leaving forever,

and look what the ungrateful bastards do.

Nice.

You know, if the deal is broken

and the McAllisters are coming,

I'm gonna 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.

Hmm.

I sacrificed everything to bring back magic.

You know what I sacrificed,

and look what you do with it.

Yes, Ms. Wicker,

I made a deal with the goddamn 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're 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 damn 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?

Can we please not with the Santa stuff right now?

Well, could you please not with the angsty, nerdy stuff?

Huh? No, 'cause 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, uh... or destroy 'em.

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 McAllisters have a bounty on your heads,

dead or alive.

The real yous,

not the witness-protection identities.

So you can see how it'd be profitable for me

to get you back to normal.

What are they offering?

- Three Deweys. - What the hell's a Dewey?

As in Melvil Dewey,