The Librarians: The Next Chapter

Are you still at it, darling?

I brought you some tea.

Darling!

And, of course, the police have been hopeless as per.

But you say you are some kind of specialist?

Yes.

And I promise you, Lady Chamley,

if anyone can find your husband,

- it's me and my team. - Oh.

Well, that's most reassuring.

Thank you, Ms. Cornwall.

So, if I may ask,

uh, where might they be, your team?

Uh, I'll be back in one second.

Sorry.

Vikram, where are you?

Hmm.

Charlie, funny story.

I was looking for a book

on the reproductive cycle of crabs

when I was completely distracted--

The door, get through it.

- Now. - Yes, yes, yes.

Coming, dear.

No need to get your, uh, nunchucks in a twist.

Do you mind holding that one? Can't find one's hole.

Where are we?

Bloomsbury. Hmm.

Yes, at the home of--wait, where are the others?

Oh, Connor and Lysa.

Um, they're on their way.

Ah, here they are.

Oh.

That was a close one. Sorry, I'm late.

I had to find my jacket with pockets.

Couldn't find my other jacket, but in the field,

- pockets are what you need. - Uh-hmm.

And we're still missing Connor.

Oh, he went to go change his shoes.

And why has he gone to change his shoes?

Because he got new shoes.

And he said, and I quote,

"These are my cool new shoes

and London is a cool city,

and I'm gonna wear my cool new shoes."

London town. Cool!

Hey, check out my cool new shoes.

Hmm.

No, no, no, no, no.

This is not how this is gonna go.

Firstly, you're late.

Secondly, you have taken three magic doors instead of one.

- So? - So?

What? You just think magic doors just come for free?

I have to fill in paperwork every single time it's fired up.

- You just tripled my workload. - But my pockets.

- My shoes. My crabs. - I don't care.

- Go. Go. - Okay. Oh. I'm sorry.

Take your time. Tell me what happened.

Uh, Chris-- Sir Christopher Chamley,

he's my husband.

He was working late.

He's been working late a lot at the moment.

Uh, it's an international merger at the bank.

Uh, well, may I top you up?

Marvelous. Thank you.

And, uh, you, my dear?

Uh, yes, please.

Uh, what bank does he work for?

Oh, he's the head of Charkham's.

And, uh, he's been successful.

Terribly successful, but at a price.

- What sort of price? - Chris used to be such fun.

The sort of man who never lost touch with his inner child.

But the work,

the sheer volume of never-ending work.

And so, when I saw him jump,

I assumed he had tried to...

And when you looked, he was gone?

Uh-hmm. No body, no sign of him.

Hmm.

Even after all these years,

and that wonky old face,

I still love him so much.

Please tell me you can find him.

If anyone can find him, we can, I swear it.

Thank you so much.

Life without Chris would be just so gray.

Lady Chamley, um, did anything else

unusual happen last night?

Yes, yes, just before Chris jumped,

I heard the trill of a flute.

Okay. Oh, God.

Huh. Interesting.

The dust on the ledge doesn't match the dust anywhere else.

Okay. See these symbols?

Uh...

A triangle cut into a circle.

What is that, like a gang sign? Cult?

None that I'm familiar with.

Ah, okay. Pull me back.

And see?

Pockets.

Useful.

Yo, Librarians.

So, down there, front door.

- See what I see? - Uh, drain.

- No. No. - Trash.

Ooh, a drain full of trash.

A Smart doorbell.

So, I pulled the audio off it from midnight,

listen to this.

The flute trill, just like she said.

The flute, the dust, the symbols,

what does any of it mean?

Okay. So my app is not registering the dust as magic,

but it definitely does not belong in Bloomsbury.

12% is ground grape seeds,

so that's not your average London dust.

According to the London newspaper columns,

Sir Christopher Chamley is the fifth banker

to have gone missing over the past two weeks.

Oh, and get this, Charlie.

Although the bankers did not work in the same bank,

they all lived within a mile radius

of Christopher Chamley's home.

I know that, sir.

And so would you, if you read my briefing notes.

- Briefing notes, Charlie? - Yes, sir.

Before each mission, I produce briefing notes

on everything we need to know.

Please tell me someone reads my briefing notes.

Do you know how much time I spend on the briefing notes?

No, but if you wrote that time down,

then I would promise to read it--

Sorry, Charlie. Um, if I knew you did briefing notes,

I swear I would have read them.

In fact, I'll read them right now.

- Thank you, Connor. - Where are they?

- In your pigeon holes. - I have a pigeon hole?

- There's pigeon holes? - There's pigeons?

Do you have any idea how much time and effort I put

into being a good guardian?

How exhausting it is to always be the one who holds every--

you have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?

Because you're the fun ones.

The impulsive ones.

You know what? Sometimes I wish

I didn't have to be the responsible one.

Oh!

What the hell is that?

The Trill Tip-Off Time-To-Go Alarm.

London is the most surveilled city in the world,

so I fed the sound of the flute trill

into all the monitoring systems within a one-mile radius

of Sir Christopher's house, and bingo.

- It's detected a trill? - Live! Happening right now!

Come on.

No, don't jump!

Guys.

Charlie!

Hey!

Step forward into the light.

Slowly.

You're that guy I tried to save.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Sir Christopher, Lady Chamley sent me.

We have to get you out of here.

No! No grown-ups allowed!

No grown-ups allowed!

What are you talking about?

No. No, don't.

What is this place?

Can you please stop crying?

Oh, oh, I'm it. I'm it.

Ready or not, I'm coming!

Okay.

So I guess he did get in touch with his inner child again.

Great. Perfect.

Now I just need to find a way out.

Come on, come on.

Come on. Stupid thing.

Okay. I have been scanning for teleportations,

portal manifestations, and multiversal fissures.

Okay, okay. I've widened the search for the flute trill

- across all of London... - But nothing.

But nothing. Dead end.

Okay. Have we ruled out supernatural abductions

or, uh, poltergeist, sprites?

If the house was built on sacred grounds,

uh, druids, pagans, Romans?

Okay. Think. Connor, think.

She can't have just disappeared.

I won't let her disappear.

- Vik. - Where have you been?

Any sign of Charlie?

No, not yet, but I bring hope.

This is Charlie's candle,

taken from the Candle Room inside The Library.