Legacies

Previously on Legacies... This is the therapy box.

All your psychological concerns will be transferred

inside to help you.

We got a struggle ahead of us.

But hear this, brother...

I'm your family now.

I've always seen you, Milton.

I've set every monster within Malivore loose.

The monsters got sent to a prison world.

Malivore's dimension can't contain me.

He should spit us right back out.

So then we made it, this is our world?

Something's changed.

Landon!

What the hell do you think you're doing?!

Better question.

Who are you?

It's a long story.

This is all very confusing.

Because you're drunk.

And I really need you to focus.

This is a matter of life and death.

First things first... I'm only buzzed.

Secondly, you haven't told any

of us why we should believe anything

that you said, Miss...

Hope, right?

Mikaelson, actually. Klaus's daughter.

Vampires can't have babies.

Anyone else thinking that she's a monster?

I know why you'd think that,

because I know that Malivore monsters exits.

I know that the reason why you're celebrating

is because you just defeated them.

I also know that you're a witch.

An annoyed witch probably wondering why

MG's off with Alyssa Chang instead of you.

Or psychic.

She's totally psychic.

You're a vampire.

I'm doubling down on drunk.

Also a witch.

Actually, I gave up my magic.

That's gonna make this more difficult.

Make what more difficult? Do you remember that spell

that Josie did to get rid of the oni?

Which I know about, clearly.

Listen, we don't doubt what you know.

We just doubt how you know it.

I promise.

Landon means a lot to you, too.

I believe you.

And I can teach it to you if it's okay with my dad.

The Salvatore School was built

for one purpose-- to protect young vampires, witches

and werewolves from a world that would do them harm.

But it has grown beyond that mission.

Recently my students were forced to save the very world

that has forced them into hiding.

And we lost one of our own.

Now we intend to find him, no matter what the cost.

So school's out until we do.

There was a time when I would have told you that one life is

a small price to pay for saving an entire town.

But then I became a father.

A father figure to my students.

And we will not rest

until we know what happened to Landon Kirby.

Hope.

I've got an idea.

We're looking for Pinky.

You found him.

But I'm closed. Weird.

Your sign says you're open 24 hours a day.

Been meaning to get a new sign.

Well, we'll be gone as soon as we have what we came for.

What the hell is that?

Well, a gift for you, I'm guessing.

A little young, don't you think, pal?

Oh, gross.

Hey, it's none of my business.

Because your real business is selling black-market

supernatural artifacts.

The kid should wait in the car.

That won't be necessary.

Yeah.

I see that.

Why don't you l-lock the door?

It's not in here.

Then try being a little more specific

about what you're after.

All we know is that it's

some sort of vessel.

Like a ship? Like a jar.

Or a container or a vase.

Look, the translation's been a bit of a bitch.

But maybe you've heard the story.

Whatever's inside this thing

"can grant your heart's most

impossible desire,"

and that's a direct quote... I think.

Buddy...

if-if I had something like that,

why would I sell it?

You do... and you will.

Your heart started to race when you found out what it does.

I heard it, which means that you

still have it, so now we're just negotiating the price.

Then here's my offer.

You don't make another move.

Sorry, pal.

But it looks like you brought a knife to a gun fight.

It's a ballistic knife.

So put the shotgun down or you're gonna get this blade

shot through your skull.

Tenebris

anima vestra contundito mortem...

All right, Hope, stop.

That's a death spell, Hope, don't!

Hey, man, get out of here-- the spell won't work

if she can't see you.

Relax.

I was just scaring him. And me.

You promised me that we would do whatever it takes

to get Landon back. This is what it takes.

Get the hell out of my way.

Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!

You're up early and in a good mood.

What's wrong? Nothing.

Unless you consider astral projecting into a prison world

to search for your frenemy's goo-ified

phoenix boyfriend problematic.

That sounds dangerous.

What did Dad say?

It was his idea.

Something about how

the monsters seem to return to Malivore after

we destroy them, and Malivore himself

being locked away inside of the prison world, blah, blah, blah.

But on the bright side,

it means that Dad trusts us more than ever.

Lizzie, I don't eat bacon since I was a pig in a fairy tale.

And I don't do magic.

And besides, I have to go.

Go where? I-I can take the bacon off.

On the tour, remember?

To Mystic Falls High. Oh, yeah.

Orientation.

I guess that explains the outfit.

Is there something wrong with it?

Oh, speaking of fashion, we are getting

new uniforms for the flag football team.

Should I put you down as a Stallion or a Timberwolf

or one of each, just in case?

Uh, I'll get back to you on that.

But good luck today.

You, too.

Mean it.

Oh, this smells amazing.

Can I have a breakfast sammy to go?

And yet again,

I ask, "Go where?"

Well, it's been so weird with Landon being gone

here lately.

The couple of us that stayed behind

after school went on break, we've tried

everything, but...

we just keep coming up empty.

So I rented a place

for a couple of days with a pool so we could,

you know, get away and reset.

Mm, I-I was gonna invite you...

But Alyssa Chang

didn't think it would be a good idea.

Well, do you need help washing the dishes or something

before I go?

Yes.

To the "something."

Good news, bad news.

I can tell you need the good news first,

so I found your truck.

Well, that was fast.

They call it vamp speed for a reason, Doc.

As much as I'd like to take the credit,

your ex-girlfriend actually did most of the work.

And how is Mac?

Well, about as well as you are.

New job in Savannah's working out for her.

But I think that you should give her a call sometime.

Yeah, if she wanted to see or hear

from me, she wouldn't have left town.

I'm gonna give it to you straight, Doc.

You're the one that chose to tell her that Mystic Falls

was overrun with supernaturals.

Which is why I don't blame her

for making the decision she did.

I was just trying to embrace honesty.

Turns out, it's not much of a hugger.

Okay, well, then tell me the truth.

How'd you let some janky pawnshop