The Librarians

Stone: Baird! Baird!

- Baird! -

- You lost focus! - Baird: I'm fine!

- Jones, what's holding you up?! - Ezekiel: I'm sorry.

I assume you don't want the ancient death trap

to drop a thousand tons of rocks on us.

Or I could rush if you'd like.

- - Okay, the mathematical combination

is based on these hieroglyphs.

- How many base symbols are there? - There's 24!

Old and new kingdoms! Where is he?!

Ezekiel, turn the gear twice clockwise

and then the cycles of the sun divided by golden ratios,

the height of a pyramid...

three times counterclockwise.

Ha!

Now solve our mummy problems!

Are you sure that he said...

Message said to meet him here.

He did not mention the mummies.

Remove the medallions, and the mummies fall.

He didn't mention the mummies or the medallions.

Stone, Cassandra, Ezekiel,

did I not mention the mummies nor the medallions

in my message to meet me at the Monolith of Mut?

Nope. Next time, mummy memo.

Hello, Librarian.

Hello, Guardian.

- You came back alive. - So I did.

Ezekiel: Not that I don't enjoy a bit of classic tomb-robbing,

but why are we here?

Because I believe that this sarcophagus holds the key.

And I believe that I have found a way

to bring back the library.

The theory that the pharaohs used zero-point energy

- to construct the pyramids is not new, of course. - Of course.

Was that sarcasm? No!

That was sarcasm.

Not if the first one wasn't.

I've missed you.

Thank you for not changing anything.

Actually, I'd love to, but the Annex keeps resetting it

to your preferences like I don't even exist.

Well, that's odd.

It should adjust to your preferences.

Ah, here we go... references to the pyramids

as passageways to the afterlife.

- Not so metaphorical, perhaps, Jenkins. - Perhaps, Sir.

Are you thinking there's an actual

doorway to heaven in the pyramids?

I mean, I think we would have found that by now.

Not a literal doorway. A doorway like ours...

- an interdimensional doorway. - Cassandra: Well, that makes sense,

because the pyramids were designed along

precise mathematical lines.

If the stones are resonant

to certain energy wavelengths along the magical spectrum,

they act as lenses of focuses... foci...

along the three dimensions... dimensions...

- infinity, infin... infinite, infinite... - Cassandra.

- Infini... - No, no, no, no, no, no.

I saw it all.

I saw it all the way down.

Ow! I ca... I can't do this math.

The interdimensional space is too big.

It's even bigger than the labyrinth was.

Oh. That hasn't happened in a while.

Stupid brain grape.

A series of coordinates, energy equations leading...

This... this leads to the void,

the... the space between dimensions.

The exact space where the library now floats,

cut off from the real world.

If we could open that door... I could find the library.

I can anchor it back to here, back to this Annex.

Yeah, well, but sadly,

you lack the power generated by millions of tons

of finely balanced magical stones

placed directly under intersecting ley lines.

This process couldn't possibly work

without a pyramid to power it.

Unless I could find some sort of reality-altering guide

linked to a dimensional-shifting device

along with... so we don't melt Cassandra's brain

doing mathematical equations...

some kind of software that interfaces with magic.

Do you have anything like that laying around?

Uh, actually... Here's something funny.

A reality-altering storybook to power the magic

and software... Morgan Le Fay, really?

Oh!

We never did have that conversation.

And from the brilliant mind of Nikola Tesla,

a dimensional stabilizer.

And the ball of twine from the Labyrinth of the Minotaur.

The clipping book sent you all to get these things,

- almost as if it was fate. - It was a little more complicated than that.

Jenkins: Yes, I don't think we'll need the thread.

This should work exactly as it is.

We have power, focus, effect.

- Librarian. - Yep?

Coordinates, please, from the sarcophagus?

Excuse me.

Om... Pa...

Ra...?

- Set. - Mm. Nothing?

It's a storybook. You can't just feed it numbers.

Ah!

Be my guest.

Once...

Once upon a time...

There was a very annoying...

- Dashing. - ...Librarian

who wanted to open a door to...

His home.

Getting some real power here.

Jenkins, you're a genius.

One is aware, Sir.

The librarian and his friends used the door

to open a path to a place they had lost.

You're notes were spot-on!

- Notes? - About the pyramids... that you sent me.

Uh, I didn't send any notes.

But then a hero arrived to set the world right...

Dulaque!

Thanks to the hard work those librarians did for him.

I didn't want to use this option.

It doesn't just change this world.

It ends it.

You'll never get the library.

I'm not thinking that small.

A bit more power to lock in the destination.

I need blood sacrifice.

Aah!

I loved you.

Unfortunately, that was required.

And so, with blood,

passage was opened to the loom of fate.

A river.

And a loom.

Could be it's the river of time and the loom of...

here.

It all went wrong here...

Eve, don't let him cut the fabric!

When Camelot fell.

If history ends there...

Then I am...

Flynn?! Flynn.

Man: Stop or I shoot!

Flynn, where are we?

- What happened to your clothes? -

Hands on your head now!

Turn around.

Turn around.

Move.

Who is this guy?

Who are you?

You are in charge?

I am Professor Careen, and I am in charge.

Not real... I... I'm... I'm... I'm in charge of the dig.

I have a lot of responsibility.

I'm more of a supervisor kind of slash...

professor of what?

That is a fascinating story.

I actually hold the record in PHDs.

More of a student of learning

than any kind of discipline or doctrine,

but I like to ink of myself as more of a-a-a...

I'm gonna s-s-s-stop talking.

This area is closed to all foreigners

while the border dispute is resolved.

- Papers. Give me your papers. -

- We're not together, by the way. I... - Shut up.

- A professor? Are you kidding me? - I'm not even supposed to be here.

- I never leave the university. - A professor?!

- They didn't think I would. It was kind of a bet. - You are not...

they said, "you won't go into the field and get your hands dirty, Flynn."

I said, "I'll do it." They said, "you have allergies, and you won't."

- NATO! Western spy! - I have allergies.

Oh, crap.

Get up!

- You come with me. - Uh, hey.

Shut up!

Let... let her... Uh... Let her go!

I said, "let her go."

Don't move, Miss.