Legacies

Previously on Legacies...

The monsters are back.

I have no idea how or why or if it's gonna stop.

This was the only way I could think of

to get you to see

- Sebastian's not real! - Shut up!

You don't exist to me.

What did you say to Elizabeth?

Sebastian?

- Go long! - Look, I know you say you're fine,

but you were stuck as a wolf for a pretty long time.

- Yeah, and I'm back now. - Thanks to Hope.

And the entire world has forgotten that I exist.

And the boy I love has moved on.

Not yet, but soon.

I kind of blasted Lizzie with enough

black magic to exorcise an army out of her head.

Hope... Andrea...

Mikaelson.

- What? - It's official.

I remember everything.

When I woke up from that spell Josie blasted me with,

you popped into my messed-up brain like an acid flashback.

How? You are literally the only person

- on the planet who knows that I exist. - Epic former

frenemy reunion is gonna have to wait.

We have bigger drama.

Josie and Landon are having sex tonight.

What?

There's a decade dance.

Okay, well, that doesn't mean...

She asked me to find an excuse

to stay with my dad.

You have to stop it.

Speak your truth.

Spill your beans, tell your tale.

Why didn't you tell her?

Because I didn't want to be the one to break her heart.

That's your job.

Ugh. Not a good time.

Mm.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the Keeper.

Ah. And this is gonna be a lot easier than I thought.

Welcome to the game.

Well, that was... anticlimactic.

We have to get to the school to protect Landon.

More like protect Josie from Landon by warning her

she's about to have sex with a human-sized muppet.

What just happened?

I think the game just started.

Hey.

- Hey. - Oh! What?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - What?

Can you see him?

All I see is a dude

who can't respect boundaries.

I told you. No one else can see me.

Oh.

- Boy! - MG.

You're trippin'.

Well... I know. I know, I know.

But Lizzie... she-she met this new vampire.

- Oh, yeah. Uh, Sebastian. - Yeah.

She's been flapping her gums about him all over school.

He isn't real.

So I thought Lizzie was

losing it, but now I am seeing him.

So, either I'm hallucinating, or this dude...

Whoa. What the...?

Would you stop touching me?!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.

Hey. Hey, buddy.

Um...

ask him what he wants.

He wants us to find his body.

He says he's been desiccated in a box somewhere.

He's a little vague on specifics.

I am vague,

because, as aforementioned...

I am, uh, desiccated

in a box!

- Oh, my God. - I'm a pacifist.

But if you touch my hair again, we will throw hands.

- Oh. - Yeah. Yeah. Whoa.

Stop!

Sorry.

Please tell your far more intelligent friend

that I have recently come into contact with blood.

Just a... just enough to reach that very limited mind of yours.

The blood was rancid.

You remember that nasty blood fountain we moved?

All right, everybody work together.

And Lizzie's gonna be here any second.

And trust me, you do not want to have only 98 red balloons.

What's so funny?

You said you and Josie were getting pretty intense, right?

- Yeah. - And it's a dance.

It's a dance. So?

She thinks it's gonna happen tonight.

No, there's no way.

- Dude, sex after a dance is so... - So, what?

Eighties?

Hey.

So, I talked to Lizzie,

and she's actually gonna stay in town with my dad tonight.

- Good. - Yeah.

Just an FYI, right?

Yeah.

Dude.

I'm cool.

Just... just a little jumpy.

You've been a little jumpy a lot lately.

If all this stuff is too much, you don't have to...

Exposure therapy. It's, uh... it's supposed to be good for me.

Plus, I want to be able to handle the dance tonight.

Yeah, in case Hope happens to accept

the invitation you sent her?

Dude, how about you worry about yourself tonight?

I am.

Okay, let's try this again.

So, since we're trapped here, are we ever gonna talk about how

you came back from Malivore and decided not to tell any of us?

Sorry. I'm a little busy keeping us from being roadkill.

Projectium Deflecta.

That should protect us.

I don't think we have magic here.

Or you just did the spell wrong.

How's that siphoning going?

Okay, fine. There's obviously no magic.

And we're in some sort of death maze from hell.

And...

Why is it the '80s?

Speaking of...

Have you ever played Frogger?

Acid wash is clearly your thing.

Right? You kind of look fierce, too.

Thank you.

But now we got to get out of here.

Oh. My hair is still wet.

Should have seen that one coming.

Josie, may I make a suggestion about the dance floor?

Aren't you supposed to be having

- brunch with your father? - Dad.

- Hey, I'm sorry. Uh... - Principal Saltzman.

I'm afraid I must remind you

that you are prohibited from being here.

By court order.

Relax, Fumbledore.

I cleared it with the sheriff.

I'm here as a concerned parent, as

both my daughters recently experienced a traumatic event.

The samurai and the Oni Demon?

Josie told me all about it.

I'm okay. Thank you for checking in, but

everything's fine.

Mm-hmm. All right.

But what about Lizzie?

She was a no-show, too.

So, where is she?

She said she had an errand to run.

Hmm. All right.

Well, I'm not going anywhere until she gets back

and I know that she's okay, too.

We've never made it this far.

A land mine? Really?

What's wrong with this decade?

Reaganomics? Recreational cocaine?

- Jams? - If only there was a secret

or-or a clue.

Unless you see a clue store around here, Hope,

then I don't think...

Okay.

Oh, hey.

Looking for something?

Yeah. How do we get out of here?

And why are we in our grandparents' decade?

Oh, yeah. Sorry. It's the only decade I know.

Turns out you miss a lot of pop culture

when guys in black suits drop you

into a giant pit of goo.

As for getting out of here goes, uh, you don't.

You play the game until my pet feeds on you, and then you die.

For reals.

This game was specifically designed

to kill beautiful maidens, so,

I'd say it's a pretty good fit.

Oh. So glad we stopped in.

Let's go.

There is, um...

one... way out.

One of you agrees to take my place.

Look, I was trapped here once, too, okay?

Just like you two, and I...

I don't really feel like being

the Keeper of the Game, like, forever.

So, one of you agrees

to wear this bracelet, you get to be

the new me.

And the other one is set free.