The Librarians: The Next Chapter

Miss, are you okay?

Can you hear me, miss?

What are you smiling about?

It's amazing.

Atlas lifting up the world.

Or it's weighing on his shoulders.

Well, I haven't seen you before.

Well, that's disappointing.

Lefty-loosy, righty-tighty.

Word to the wise, don't speak

while the Chinese Gourd Vessel is opened.

Unless you want to end up in a stew of your own blood.

Why--

Does a thing like this exist?

I can only imagine there was once someone

who talked too much. Hm.

A Voynich manuscript decoder.

A Thorough History of Dragon Culture .

Slavic Spells and Sorcery.

Say that five times.

Huh.

Just a reminder, dear,

modern devices cannot record or photograph

whilst on Library grounds.

And that includes all Annexes and outer doors.

- Ta. - Who are you?

Be sure to keep your wrists locked.

You won't be able to fight so much as a kelpie

with a sprain. Hm.

Practice a bit more,

and then have your charges meet me in the main room.

Ta very much.

Did she?

Yeah, but who...

I've seen her before.

Manners.

Deeply rude to speak about someone

instead of to them.

You work at the gift shop.

You showed me down here before the Annex reappeared.

What are you doing here now?

Besides planning to implement the dewey decimal system?

No one knows about the Annex.

But you do, so who are you?

Mrs. Astolat!

Stop touching my things!

They're in my way.

Or in the wrong place altogether.

Certainly this should be in the main library.

Or did you not turn in

the Golden Banshee of Kearney for a reason?

I was getting to it.

You collected that three years before your disappearance.

When precisely were you getting to it?

Wait, you knew Vikram in the past?

Before he got frozen in a time bubble?

Now that is an interesting way of saying it.

It avoids all responsibility.

Connor, Lysa, Charlie.

Please meet this unholy creation,

Mrs. Astolat.

Caretaker of this Annex, and general thorn in my side.

A thorn that was told by The Library to wait here

in case you or the Annex returned.

So I did.

Wait, you've been waiting here for nearly 200 years?

Yes.

I've held almost every job this castle has to offer.

But, but that's impossible.

That would make you immortal.

Awesome.

And now that we are back,

you can return to selling trinkets to the tourists.

Now that you're back,

and improbably allowed to function as a Librarian again

with civilians under your charge,

I would be remiss if I did not assist.

Starting...

with this.

That is so cool.

I thought we weren't supposed to use magic.

Is it magic?

Or is it science

that humanity does not yet comprehend?

Thank you.

Understanding historical phenomena

through the lens of science is why I'm here.

Really?

I'm here because there's a magical library.

And I get to hang out with a guy who's 200 years old.

Ahem, when you reopened the well, magic seeped out,

activating dormant artifacts

as well as, no doubt, igniting new ones.

The magic permeated greater Belgrade,

but it's also got into the rivers,

and has now gone who knows where.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know it was going to do that.

What a wonderful justification

for every wrong thing.

Connor, be a dear, and get

the pendulum out of that clock, would you?

Ta.

Is it somehow magnetized? Reverse polarity--

Cool. We can put it on the fridge.

You're so deeply unserious.

Such theatrics.

It's a tracker!

It traces residual effects from the well on this map.

Or indeed any other map that appears beneath it.

Wait, does this mean a magical event

occurred at Republic Square?

There are dozens of buildings on that square.

How on Earth are we gonna find out what happened?

We don't.

We let the world do it for us.

Dancer, classically trained,

but can't stop herself.

What happened to her?

The comments say she was taken to Francuska Hospital.

Right. To the hospital I shall go.

I shall return in quarter of an hour.

- Artifact in hand. - Uh, hold on.

You're not going anywhere without protection.

A lone wolf does not need the pack to protect him.

Very funny, sir.

But since it's my job to keep you alive, I'm coming.

Ah, me too.

You're not going to get far without someone who has GPS.

Yeah, and me, because...

Just because.

Fine. Mrs. Astolat,

would you like to join this jolly brigade?

Oh, goodness, no.

I have trinkets to sell.

Then don't let us keep you, adieu!

We still have no idea what happened.

She was so excited to dance.

In the flash mob?

That was a promotional stunt for the National Ballet Company.

She had just gotten her first solo.

It's been her dream since she was six.

Now look at her.

Has she always had that in her hair?

I just don't remember seeing it on the video.

I pointed it out to the doctors.

But they just shrugged.

Who are you again?

- Interns. - Friends.

Interns.

- Who are friends. - Friends.

Your big cover was we're interns?

Technically, I am a doctor. Come on.

How could we be her friends

if we were asking where she works?

Will you two please stop squabbling?

And where does she work?

Ah, the National Ballet Company.

She's a principal dancer, just got her first lead role.

She probably went out to celebrate,

got slipped a hallucinogen or something?

Nah, she wouldn't have gone out.

Just gotten her first lead role?

She would have been living at that theater.

Oh, the stage!

Treading the boards.

Has there ever been a greater invention than the theater?

Provoking thought, eliciting feeling.

I can't believe we're here.

I know. Our first proper case.

Oh, I've done countless investigations like this.

I could do it in my sleep.

Principal dancer sounds like a pretty sweet deal.

Hey, maybe she was targeted.

Maybe someone did this to her.

Well, if it was a random object,

it'd be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But there are only so many people

that work in the ballet.

If I didn't know any better, I would call that a haystack.

ple than expected, but we shall overcome.

I read that quote.

I find it appropriate to the moment.

Yeah, we'll parse the nuance of that later.

You can't be here.

- Ah, yes, Miss... - Yelena.

Yelena Tarkoff? The choreographer?

As you can see, we are trying to mount a technical rehearsal

without a prima ballerina mere few hours before premiere,

and have no time for tourists.

That's precisely why we're here.

We're here to investigate the tragedy.

But police has already been here.

Not police investigators.

We're insurance investigators.

Yeah, there's a possibility