The Magicians

Previously on "The Magicians"...

- Will you play with me? - No!

You do remember me, don't you?

- I... I'm Christopher... - Plover.

You were looking for your book.

Yours and your friends' books are in the Revision Room.

But I happen to know where that is.

The end of Quentin's book. He's going to die.

Isn't that how all books end?

His ends next week.

Your birthright box,

which it has been my honor to guard,

dictated your absence from the kingdom

and your return.

We need your help, Shoshana.

I have a new deity to follow.

The Poison Room fountain has a stack of books for a statue.

- So if we find the right fountain... - We can walk right in.

When you get back what the gods took from you,

could I maybe have Eliot back?

You were friends with Eliot.

The very best of friends.

You should know that your friend Eliot is dead.

I felt the moment his soul died.

Or he's trapped in there.

Forced to watch everything the Monster does,

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

Hello?

There's one thing

every resident of the Physical Kids cottage must know.

Where the bathroom is.

- How to make... - How to make.

- Our signature cocktail. - How to make our signature cocktail.

That's what I was trying to...

That's what I meant to say.

Oh.

Now you can make it on your own.

Should I get that?

Rather not.

Ah. There you are.

Here I am.

Sorry, I had to interrupt an orgy upstairs.

You broke up the orgy?

No, I told them there was a bigger room

two doors down.

Mmm.

Now...

I don't say this lightly,

but I think this might be our best party yet.

And I say this with the weight of my whole heart.

I concur.

- I'll get it. - Don't.

Whoever is that desperate to come in can't be fun.

Oh.

What do you like most about summer?

Hmm...

Nothing.

You don't like summer?

No.

Nothing's what I love about summer.

No class.

No people, just...

beautiful nothing.

No...

Go make me a drink.

Mm-kay.

I'm Eliot, by the way.

Uh-oh.

That's... Eliot's my name, too.

Well, that can't be.

What's your middle name?

Um...

Todd?

Should I get that?

Never answer a cop knock.

Oh.

Beautiful nothing.

Now that's the kind of man I need.

Don't answer it. Then we have to talk to them.

Oh, come on. I just want to see who it is.

No, you can't come in.

Well, I'm sorry, but that sounds like a you problem.

Margo!

Margo!

Eliot!

Inside.

- What? - Inside, we must go inside...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, no. Do we know you?

They're coming.

Let me inside, please.

I won't harm her.

This is only for your urgent attention.

Yeah, I'm not worried about you harming her.

But you make a point. Uh, let's go.

Are you done being sad now?

I need your help.

No, I'm not.

Is this about your friend?

Because that's not a problem.

I'm your friend.

He's gone, but I'm here.

Same number of friends.

So.

What is this?

How am I supposed to know?

I would like for you to be helpful, Quentin.

It's...

really old?

Like beginning of civilization old.

And where was that?

Mesopotamia was the first...

That's very helpful, thank you.

I will see you back at the apartment.

So... spacious.

Mine wasn't nearly half this size.

What's with the...

that out there, is it...

Sorry, I'm at a loss for words, which is new for me.

I'm sure you're quite flummoxed.

Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.

Well, the good news:

A monster possessed you and is inhabiting your body.

- What? - He normally tears people

to shreds, so believe me, this is preferable.

And when he possessed you, he thrust all of you

to this nook of your mind

that holds all your remembrances.

Everything here is remembrance.

Even your friend here.

Now, do me a favor.

Imagine she's not here.

What the fuck?

Oh, tell me.

I've been trying to understand it.

I just can't figure it out.

What is "fuck"?

Well...

um, well, it's sort of like a...

a chameleon of a word.

Wait, um...

Who are you?

Oh, uh, well,

I'm Charlton.

Now, I have repressed many memories,

but I would never forget somebody named Charlton.

- Thank you. - Not a compliment.

I'm not a memory.

I once was possessed by the Monster too.

I was in my memory for...

it's hard to say.

That's it.

I'm pretty sure I shot you.

Or your body, at least.

Sorry.

No bother.

It was the Monster's longer than it was mine.

And I have quite enjoyed the change of scenery.

This is what I call your Happy Place.

All your pleasant remembrances live here.

It's very easy to get content and lose track of time.

And reality.

So you're here to break me out.

My knight in drab armor.

No, that would be ridiculous.

We stay here.

We don't. I'm taking my body back.

No, no, no, no, no.

This is the only place the creatures can't come.

We can't... oh, right.

The scary shrieky things that live outside.

What are they?

The Monster's other hosts.

Inmates from the Castle.

Horrible, wretched mistakes of the gods,

all of them.

Yeah, but if... if this is all my memory,

then they can't really hurt us, right?

Would you care to ask the Knight Ora?

She was here before you.

- I would, actually. - Well, you can't.

Because she's dead. Dead fuck.

That's not quite right.

And I told her that when you die here,

you're gone forever, but she just had to try

and find her door, and pray imagine what befell her?

Devoured by creatures.

Flesh rent from her bones.

Skin torn from her skull.

She died staring at her own face

held before her.

- That is awful. - Yeah.

What's this about a door?

Could you not, please?

What, no time for cheer?

We escaped the Library safe.

You hid your friends. They're safe, too.

Yeah, well, not Quentin.

And what exactly are you gonna do about it, hmm?

Besides scowl?

Save him.