The Magicians

Previously on "The Magicians"...

It is the beast, isn't it?

And he's from Fillory, which is real.

You want to know what the beast wants?

He wants control of Fillory and all the doors that lead there.

I gave you a book about it.

Stuff they're saying I did, I don't remember.

Were you blacked out when we met?

We need something or someone to lean on

that is bigger than ourselves.

- What was that? - Did it work?

It was more energy than I've ever felt.

Still the same, determined, little Jane Chatwin.

Eliza is dead.

She's the only one who could actually give me answers.

There are no answers,

because we have no idea what's going to happen next.

Dear Q.,

I don't need to tell you how pissed at you I am.

Probably got the message around the time

I incepted the shit out of you.

I don't understand why we fell apart

after being friends forever.

Anyway, I'm sorry for my part.

I never meant to really hurt you.

I put it down. I got help.

I know you're not supposed to say

the other person fucked up too,

but you fucked up too,

and it broke us, and I hate you for that,

because I really miss us, Q.

I'm working on forgiving you.

Jules.

J., got your letter.

I guess we're both still mad.

But I'm glad you're okay. I really am.

Take care of yourself.

It's not black and white, Julia.

It's all I thought about

all day when I was in there,

and it's all that I think about now that I'm out.

Well, there's this sometimes very handy thing called penance.

What, like 50 magic lashes?

That spell you used to get inside your friend's mind,

do you remember it?

That's a perfect example

of something that can be used to help instead of hurt.

If you're not afraid to do the work--

I'm not.

Okay.

Q.?

You can't sleep?

I just, uh...

Eliza gave me the answer,

apparently, and I lost it.

"Fillory and Further, Book Six."

And it was important, and it just vanished.

So did you look for it?

Yeah, of course. Everywhere. I...

Fillory is always deciding

when to let the Chatwins go

and deciding when to kick them out,

because Ember and Umber--

Right, the twin gods of Fillory.

They get mean and take everything away, I know.

Essentially, yeah.

They have their reasons.

But that's what happened to the manuscript.

For some reason, I didn't deserve it.

It's a manuscript, not a referendum on your character.

No. I--

- In the books-- - So you lost it.

What do you do when you lose something?

So you had it the whole time.

I don't know what you're yapping about, as usual.

"Book Six."

The day we met, you said you had nothing to do with it.

Like I said, it wasn't me.

Want to get that thing out of my face?

Ugh, fine. I took the stupid thing.

I was bored. It was there.

Now it's gone.

Gone? What do you mean, it's gone?

I mean I read it.

I spilled my beer on it.

I tossed it in the trash,

and then I went and got another beer.

Unbelievable. That's unbelievable.

Wait. You said you read it.

- Do you--do you remember it? - Ish.

This is important. Okay, I need you--

I need to punch you in the throat

if you tell me what I need to do.

The Beast is trying to pick us both off.

You've got the scars to prove it.

I don't understand why we can't just be basic allies.

You can't possibly want to be a dick

more than you want to live. I--

What did Plover say in the book? Come on.

First of all, what's-his-name didn't write it.

Plover. Christopher Plover.

The girl did.

Jane Chatwin.

Wrote "Book Six"? Holy shit.

Yeah, she started off by saying

that the other books are wrong

and she wanted to go back and clarify some shit.

Wrong in what way?

Um, this--this was the summer that the mom died,

and they were hanging out in Plover's mansion,

eating crumpets.

Right. Um...

Jane and Martin opened a closet,

and they went to Fillory.

No. Martin didn't go.

Fillory kept forgetting him.

- Forgetting him? - Yeah.

Martin was crying like a little bitch

about Fillory not wanting him anymore,

and Jane said hang tight and she'll find some way

that Martin can go back to Fillory anytime he wanted.

Yeah, and there were, like, creatures or something.

Questing Creature-- if you catch one,

they're forced to grant you a wish.

There's seven of them. There's a dog, a rabbit--

Stop!

I'm literally becoming less cool with every word you speak.

So I assume she had her enchanted bow

so that she could actually get one.

Uh...

Yes, right. Yes.

Stop, or I'll shoot.

Hello, human child.

It was a dog.

I need a key to unlock the door to Fillory.

- I caught you, dog. - No, wait.

Not a dog.

It was a pig.

By decree of Ember and Umber,

you must give me what I ask.

Wrong. No. What was it?

- Back up. - Ah, for fuck sake.

Hello, human child.

I caught you.

Give me what I ask.

Did it work?

As you wish, so shall it be.

Wait. So the button is the key?

- Well, this all makes sense. - It does?

In the last book, Martin--

he's obsessed with finding the lost button.

He's tearing Plover's house apart.

The message boards are insane, um, with different theories,

because the books--they just say that the button's magic.

They don't--they don't-- nothing specific about it.

- Oh, this is huge. - Why is this huge?

Because it could still be there at Plover's house.

Martin never found it. We could--

Whoa, you are talking about a direct ticket

to The fucking Beast.

Better than him having one to us.

Look, this is in a manuscript that you're probably

the only person to have ever read.

There's a chance the button's still there.

I'm going,

and like it or not, Penny, you should come.

I'm coming too.

Okay.

So what's the quickest way to England?

Ooh, Penny, do you--

Dick.

Great. I'll--I'll pack.

I'm sure we can find a direct flight.

- To where? - Uh...

Scurry along, Ronald.

Raymond.

Raymond. Have a great day.

Uh... So you seem good.

Could use a top-up.

So where are you flying off to, exactly?

Uh, England.

Oh, you don't need a plane.

Margo and I made a door directly to our favorite pub.

You can get to where you need to go from there.

I'll show you if you take me.

Margo's still in Ibiza.

Ronald gives terrible head.

It's not his fault. TMJ.

I'm bored.

- You don't even know what-- - I'll catch up.

How are you today, Keira? I brought a friend.

I've been working on that thing we talked about.

Julia's here to help. You want to lock the door?

Yeah.

Keira, I want you to think of somewhere that you love.

We're going to create that place together in your mind.

She can hear us, right?

Julia's gonna meet you there.

She's experienced in mental projection.

I wouldn't call it a specialty.