Previously on Once Upon A Time...
You traded Baelfire for the power of a dagger,
and I traded you for youth.
I was never meant to be a father.
Pan's dying.
He needs the heart of the truest believer.
It's a trade. Henry will die.
Your finding Henry wasn't an accident, was it?
- Whatever do you mean? - Where did you get him?
All curses can be broken.
Their child is the key.
Great power requires great sacrifice.
Tell me what will suffice.
The heart of the thing you love most.
The curse! It's here!
Hiya!
I'm waiting!
What took you so long, dearie?
You know what took so long.
Oh, yes, the curse.
You did it.
That's right.
I did it.
And I wanted you to know it.
Before you,
like all the pathetic denizens of this wretched land,
forgets everything.
How did it feel?
Watching the curse cloud form?
Felt like victory.
No. How did it feel to kill the thing you love most?
Ripping the heart out of your father. How did that feel?
It was the price of the curse.
How it felt doesn't matter.
He would've understood.
I took my life back.
I had to. I won.
And yet, here you are, feeling the need to gloat.
Something's missing, isn't it, dearie?
Not at all. I have everything I want.
Nothing can stop me now.
Not quite.
What does that mean?
The Savior!
The child of Snow White and Prince Charming.
She can stop you. She can break the curse.
Well, it looks like getting rid of a baby just made my to-do list.
Of course it did.
But even if you succeed with that, you have an even bigger problem.
Now there's a hole in your heart.
And someday,
you will come to me to fill it.
You overestimate your powers of foresight.
And you underestimate the price of what you've done.
You shall see, you will come to me.
There is more you need, oh!
Your taunts will get you nowhere.
I know you too well.
You wanna make another deal.
Well, I won't.
A deal?
You've already promised me a good life in this new land.
What more can I want from you?
Oh, to be let out of this cage.
To be let out of our last deal.
To escape the curse.
But why would I desire that, dearie?
I'm exactly where I want to be.
Oh, God! Is he unconscious?
Henry, can you hear us?
He passed out as soon as his heart went into Pan.
- Is he breathing? - Just hang in there, buddy.
What the hell did you do to him?
Oh, I didn't do anything, Emma.
It was Henry. He offered me his heart of his own free will.
I'm gonna take it back from you.
I don't think you have it in you.
Rumplestiltskin didn't. Why should you?
Where is he?
What did you do?
Why, he's right in this box.
Safe and sound and out of the way.
Unfortunately for you, he can't hurt me anymore.
Neither can you.
Really?
How did that feel?
Like a tickle.
How is he?
You're gonna be all right, Henry.
We're gonna get you home.
- You wanted to see me? - Yes, I did.
If this is about Pongo's dog license, I believe it's still up to date.
This has nothing to do with your dog.
Madam Mayor, are you all right?
I'm okay.
Excuse me for saying so, but you don't seem okay.
I don't tolerate that sort of bluntness. I'm the...
The mayor.
And I'm a therapist. That's why you asked me here, isn't it?
What's bothering you? What are you feeling?
Nothing.
I'm feeling nothing.
If I were to guess, I would say that you're a driven woman.
And sometimes, that can leave a hole.
A what?
A hole. An emptiness. There's more to life than work.
And maybe that's why you feel dissatisfied.
I'm not dissatisfied. I love my life.
But what's the point if you've got no one to share it with?
There's that bluntness again.
Has there ever been a time in your life when you haven't felt this way?
When that little boy visited.
Owen.
A child.
That can provide so much meaning.
I need a child, Gold. And I need your help.
Well, I'm flattered, but uninterested.
Not like that.
I've spent all morning talking to adoption agencies.
The wait lists are over two years long.
But you, Gold, you know how to cut through red tape.
And if anyone can work the system and find me a baby, it's you.
You wish to adopt?
Well, don't look so surprised.
Oh, I'm not.
I'm sure you'll make a...
Well, a mother of some sort.
Can you help me?
Of course I can.
But a word of caution. Ask yourself, is this something you're ready for?
It's something I need.
Well, that may not be the same thing.
I'll get you a child.
But whether or not that's helping you remains to be seen.
When you become a parent, you must put your child first.
No matter what.
This preservation spell can keep him in this condition for a while longer.
Buy us time to get to Pan.
You were a Lost Boy. Any idea where he went?
I know where he lived. His compound.
Well, that's idiotic. We all know that.
You think he's stupid enough to go back?
- You're useless. - Okay, enough.
Don't tell me what's enough! My son is dying.
Our son.
So, yes, I know how you feel.
You have no idea what I feel.
You have your parents.
You have this...
...person.
A pirate who pines for you.
You have everything and yet you claim to know what I feel?
All I have is Henry.
And I'm not about to lose him because he is everything.
You're right. I don't know what you feel.
So, what do you wanna do?
You wanna run the show? Run it.
How do we save Henry?
I don't know.
Even if we can find Pan, he was powerful before.
With Henry's heart, I don't know if we can hurt him.
Yes, we can.
Look, you nicked him.
If he can bleed, we can hurt him.
And if we can hurt him, we can kill him.
And we will.
Gold is in a box?
Then David can never leave the island.
Mary Margaret, that doesn't matter. I've already made peace with that.
What matters is Henry.
How much time do we have?
Maybe an hour before the preservation spell wears off.
If he's airborne, he could be anywhere on the island.
An hour isn't much time. I suggest we get started looking.
Where is he?
Gone. There's nothing you can do. He's already won.
Pan never fails.
You won't talk? How about I make you talk?
Regina, wait.
There's no time.
I don't think torture is our best move here.
Look at these kids, they've been to hell and back.
We need to try something else.
Yeah, we tried the cute and cuddly. They don't respond to reason.
What else do you have to offer?
What every kid wants.
A mother.
- You have news? - Yes.
Fate may be on your side.
This morning I spoke with an agency
who had placed a baby boy from Phoenix with a family nearby in Boston.
With a family? How is that fate?
Because at the last minute, the adoption fell through.
It happens.
So the baby still needs a home?
Indeed. As I say, fate appears to be on your side.
The agency is in Boston.
Well, Ms. Mills, your application is almost too good to be true.
I mean, your references are impeccable.
And this town you live in, Storybrooke? You're the mayor?
Third term. All unopposed.
Never heard of Storybrooke.
Oh, it's a hidden gem.
Peaceful. Perfect for children.
It's like a fairy tale.
You should come visit sometime.
I get two weeks off a year.
And all due respect, Sandals has an inclusive buffet.
You got that in Storybrooke?
I'm afraid not.
Anyway, I've explained your rights and responsibilities,
but there's one item I'd like to go over in detail.
This is a closed adoption,
which means you'll never be able to contact your child's birth parents.
It's a complete information blackout.
Parents' names, ethnicity, genealogical records.
You won't have access to any of it.
I'm concerned with my child's future. Not his past.
Well, then congratulations. You ready to meet your son?
Yes!
Well, hello there!
It was fate, wasn't it, Henry?
Henry, huh?
You don't meet a lot of Henrys nowadays. Very old-world.
It was my father's name.
He passed some time ago.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
I hope it was peaceful, at least.
Oh, you need some help?
Oh, no, no. I've got it.
Come on, Henry. Let's go home.
Guys, listen to me.
We are not gonna hurt you.
I know you're loyal to Pan. And I get that.
But you are making a terrible mistake.
For a long time I thought I was never gonna find my family.
I was an orphan, like all of you.
A Lost Girl.
And I was reminded today that I am not alone.
That I have a lot of people that love me,
and I never thought that was gonna happen.
If that can happen to me, it can happen to you.
Pan is the only family we need.
No. Family doesn't do what he did.
Pan lied to you and made you do terrible things.
He lied to Henry and convinced him to give up his own heart.
To save the island.
No, to save himself.
Don't listen to her. Pan cares about all of us.
No, he doesn't.
We care about you and we can save you.
We can take you home with us, to our land.
There's no reason to fear Pan anymore.
Until he absorbs the power from Henry's heart, he can be stopped.
You just have to tell us where he is.
Leave now, while Pan still allows you to breathe.
That's the only help you'll get.
Where is Pan?
Not telling.
Can you really bring us home?
Shut your mouth!
Yes. With your help.
- His thinking tree. - No!
Yes, his thinking tree.
Stop it! All of you!
What is that?
It's where he goes when he wants to be alone.
You can find him there. It's not far.
No, don't trust her!
Can you tell us where that is?
Yeah.
But you have to swear, swear that you'll take us with you.
I promise.
We're going home.
All of us.
Who is this bundle of joy?
Do you have a problem with him crying?
No. Of course not.
Hey! Shh!
Okay, it's time to be quiet. Time to be quiet.
What?
You want some advice? Try a story.
That's how they soothe themselves.
A bedtime story. Gets 'em used to your voice.
Worked with Ruby.
Her issues started later.
Hey, okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Once upon a time, there was...
Well, his heart's as strong as a locomotive.
And his lungs are healthy, clearly.
Well, what about a blood test or a chest X-ray?
- Is he a smoker? - What?
Look, it's obvious what the problem is. He's a crying baby.
- I paid for this? - Actually, your insurance did.
What do I do?
All right, I can prescribe you something.
Ten CCs of maternal love.
Dr. Whale, no one loves their child more than me.
Which means there's something wrong with my son.
Your job is to help him. Do it.
Sure, I can order additional testing, but, with babies, there are risks.
And it's generally nothing and not worth it.
Generally?
Well, in some cases, there could be something abnormal happening.
But we'd need the birth mother to find out.
You mean, the woman who abandoned him?
You think she can soothe him? I'm his mother.
You misunderstand me, Regina.
If something were, in fact, wrong with the baby,
maybe there's something in her medical records,
something genetic that could be causing the problem.
But the only people who can help us fill those blanks
are the biological parents.
But it was a closed adoption.
There's no way to contact them.
Sidney, grab a pencil.
There's an adoption agency in Boston, on Dartmouth Street.
Say again? There's noise on the line.
- Ms. Blanchard! - Oh.
Hi! Who's this?
- Meet Henry. - Oh.
Make yourself useful.
Boston Angels Adoption on Dartmouth.
I need the name of Henry's biological mother.
Isn't that against the law?
Well, that's why I called you, Sidney.
Because I know, for me, you'll do whatever it takes.
I need this done.
There's something wrong with my son,
he won't stop...
Crying.
Just do it.
- How did you do that? - Do what?
Make him stop crying?
Well, I'm just holding him. He's so sweet.
No. No, no, no!
I'm so sorry. Did I do something?
No.
No, you didn't. It's me.
The Pixie Woods. That's where it is?
It's just north of here. It's where the pixie dust used to grow.
You know where that is?
Aye. The whole region is deserted now.
No one but Pan has set foot in those woods in centuries.
Then let's make history.
We're gonna need you here.
Once we get Henry's heart, it's gonna be a race back.
- We need help on both ends. - Okay.
What do you need from us?
Let's gather up the Lost Boys and get them on board the Jolly Roger.
Prepare the ship to fly.
Let's hope you have a Pegasus sail,
otherwise we're at the mercy of the trade winds.
Pan's Shadow's in here. It'll get us home.
As long as your ship holds together.
Well, as long as your plan holds together, she will.
Henry's gonna be with me the entire time.
Nothing is gonna happen to him while you two are away.
You mean three.
I may be trapped on this island for the rest of eternity, so if you
think I'm not gonna be spending my last moments with my daughter,
you're crazy.
Okay. Let's do it.
Henry. Henry, I promise, if you just tell me what you want,
I'll do anything for you. Anything!
Please, just give me a chance.
Thank you.
Sidney, what did you find?
The agency was a dead end,
but I worked my magic with the Health Department.
Found out all about his mother.
I'm faxing over the information right now.
- You should have it any second. - It's here.
No!
You knew.
Knew what exactly?
The child that you located for me in Phoenix?
His mother was found in the woods outside of Storybrooke,
18 years ago.
What a startling coincidence.
Eighteen years ago?
I fear I'm missing the significance.
You have to forgive me, my memory's not what it used to be.
Henry's mother was found as a baby
on a very significant day.
The day this town, this town...
This town what?
She's important, isn't she? This mother.
Is she important? Well, I suppose in as much as she gave birth to your son.
You. You built this into this whole thing, didn't you?
You made this happen.
Because the mother?
She's...
She's what, Madam Mayor?
This mother that you seem to fear so much?
Oh, you really know nothing of what I'm talking about.
Well, I know you're upset. That much is clear.
You told me I'd come to you. That I'd have a hole in my heart.
And you want this to end.
This town, what I built,
you want to destroy it all by bringing the mother back.
That's why you did all this!
You know, you have dark circles under your eyes.
And a weary tremble in your voice.
Poor thing, look what motherhood has done to you.
Play dumb all you want, you little imp.
You should know who you're dealing with by now.
I sacrificed everything to build this life
and nothing will tear me away from my revenge!
Henry goes back to Boston tomorrow.
Look.
Careful.
Pan wouldn't have just left it behind for no reason.
It's David's only way home.
- Without Gold, we're stuck here... - Mary Margaret!
Are you still at it?
Don't you know?
Peter Pan never fails.
I didn't expect you to find me.
Then again, I shouldn't be surprised, you're mothers.
Quite tenacious about your offspring.
Believe it or not, I understand that.
But if you're looking to see Henry again, I have to tell you,
there's only one place you'll be reunited.
In death.
I wrote out instructions for his bed time, nap time, and feeding.
Ms. Mills, I assure you, the baby will be in expert hands here.
I know. I'm just sad that this couldn't work out.
The circumstances were unforeseen.
Not every child is the right fit for a parent.
And sometimes putting the child first
can mean having the strength to give him up.
Where will Henry go next?
We already have a new family lined up. He's gonna be just fine.
I'll tell you what, you take a minute. I'll be right back, okay?
Oh, Henry.
You deserve better than me.
You truly are the only one in all the realms who believes in me.
Would you like me to hold him so we can get the last of those signatures?
No. That won't be necessary.
Henry is my son.
The best thing for Henry
is to stay with a mother who will never let go of him
ever again.
I'm afraid there's been a hiccup.
You'll have to go back on the waiting list.
The mother changed her mind. I'm sorry.
We lost him?
Yes.
But I can put you back on the list.
Pan will not be pleased.
Which is why we don't give up. We will get that child.
Having trouble moving? Not a surprise, given where you are.
You see, what's hastening your demise is your regret.
What are you talking about?
This tree is the site of a very important event for me.
I abandoned my boy here.
You have a son?
I'm older than I look.
If you have a child, you must regret losing him, too.
But I don't.
Quite the opposite, actually.
You see, I have him all boxed up so I don't lose him again.
Rumplestiltskin is your son?
That he is.
How's that possible? You're...
Younger than him? Not really.
Just like you and your daughter.
You're a fraud. Your magic is weakened.
You can't even hurt us, let alone Rumplestiltskin.
You're right. But that's why I'm here.
This tree will protect me until my power is restored.
And then?
Well,
then I get to have some real fun.
And I won't have to ever worry about my child again.
Something else we will all soon have in common.
There has to be another way.
No, you're not going to get to me.
You see, this tree attacks the regret inside anyone who comes here.
And you? You've got plenty.
I regret not taking a better shot at you when I had the chance.
Well, that's not all, is it, Savior?
No,
I have your son's heart inside me.
I can feel just how much you let him down, time and time again.
Leave her alone.
Perhaps I should.
After all, what chance did she have of being a good mother?
Look at the example you set, abandoning her for 28 years.
Are you finished?
Last words from the Queen?
Perhaps a deathbed confession
from the one who has the most to regret of all?
Yeah, there's one problem with that.
I did cast a curse that devastated an entire population.
I have tortured and murdered. I've done some terrible things.
I should be overflowing with regret,
but I'm not.
Because it got me my son.
Now, let's go save Henry.
Henry? Where is he?
He's over here.
Hold on, Henry.
Henry?
Are we too late?
Henry? Honey!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy, buddy.
I'm sorry. I wanted to save magic.
It's okay. It's okay.
I wanted to be a hero.
There's plenty of time for that.
But now it's time to rest.
Welcome back, young sir.
Only the best for our guest of honor, don't you think? Captain's quarters.
Come on. I'll tuck you in.
Regina, I'm just so pleased.
I'll admit, I was concerned.
And I'm just so glad the way things worked out.
There's just one problem, Dr. Hopper.
I'm afraid,
no, I'm dreading,
that Henry's birth mother
will wake up one day full of regret over leaving him
and come here to take him back.
Wasn't it a closed adoption?
I mean, you're both perfectly anonymous to each other, right?
Yes, but I'm worried about something bigger than the law is at play.
Fate. Destiny.
This seems to me like you've made your own destiny.
But there's still someone out there who could destroy it.
Regina, if you keep worrying about the future,
you'll never enjoy the present.
This child has brought something to you, love.
Revel in that. Revel in being a mother.
Thank you, Father.
Once upon a time, there was a queen.
And she cast a glorious curse that gave her everything she wanted,
or so she thought.
She despaired when she learned that revenge was not enough.
She was lonely.
And so, she searched the land for a little boy
to be her prince.
And then she found him.
And though they lived happily,
it was not ever after.
There was still an evil out there lurking.
The queen was worried for her prince's safety.
While she knew
she could vanquish any threat to the boy,
she also knew she couldn't raise him worrying.
No.
She needed to put her own troubles aside
and put her child first.
And so,
the queen procured an ancient potion of forgetting.
Oh, it's all right.
If the queen drinks the potion, she won't forget her child.
She'll only forget her worries,
her troubles,
her fears.
And with those gone,
she and her prince can indeed
finally live happily ever after.
Hello, Henry.
What shall we do today?
Oh, I know that look.
That's five hours of Space Paranoids and too much pizza.
Pizza's good.
Stings. What's that for?
A spell.
So no one can ever take your heart, ever again.
Thanks, Mom.
We'll be home soon, my little prince.
I'm sorry it had to come to this, Henry.
- Bae! - Papa!
- Where's Henry? - He's safe. He's safe.
I told you I wasn't gonna hurt the boy.
I know, I'm sorry.
Why didn't you tell me Pan was your father?
Because I didn't want you to know that I was as bad a father as he was.
Because we're both the same, me and him.
Because we both abandoned our sons.
No. You're not the same.
You came back for me, Papa.
He's back.
- That means... - He can cure me.
We can go home. A family.
What's wrong?
What? What are you doing?
I wanted your heart, Henry.
But your mother took it away from me. Left me for dead.
Her mistake.
Oh, how clever!
What are you doing?
Blood magic works both ways, Father.
No!
Henry? Henry!
Oh, no! Henry?
It's okay. I'm okay.
Are you sure?
He's a strong boy, Regina.
You raised him well.
- Go. - Over here.
Ready, Regina?
You think it'll fly?
It has no choice.
Then let's get the hell out of Neverland.
As you wish, m'lady. Boatswain, weigh anchor!
You know when we first landed on this island
and you said we'd all need to work together?
I was just trying anything.
Yeah, to be honest, I didn't think it was possible.
That a hero, a villain, a pirate,
that we could all be united, but we were.
Because of the most important piece of the puzzle, a leader.
I'm just glad that we were all able to work together
and get Henry home.
Get all of us home.
Better than being in a cage, isn't it?
Are we really free?
Yes, Wendy.
Soon, you'll see your brothers.
I have something for you.
I've saved it all this time.
I could never use it, but maybe you can.
It's pixie dust.
It's the last bit, from the last flower in the treetops.
It's inert...
I can't make it work. I've got no magic.
Not since I lost my wings.
You'll figure it out.
I believe in you, Tink.
Hey-
Feeling okay? Shouldn't you be resting?
I can bring you some food if you're feeling up for it.
I'm feeling much better now. I think the fresh air is good for me.
Henry...
...I know we haven't had much of a chance to be a family. Not yet.
Listen, I want you to know that you have a dad now.
Now and for forever.
I'll never leave you, okay, buddy?
I'm glad you got your son back, Regina.
It seems the Evil Queen was able to love someone after all.
Yes, it seems.
It seems you were right.
I knew you still had some good in you.
Apparently you still have some magic in you.
What happened?
If I had to guess, I'd say for a moment there,
you believed.
Go away, boy. Not hungry.
But I came to thank you.
No matter what those other traitors do, I'm on Pan's side.
And Pan...
Never fails.
- What? - You heard me.
Peter Pan never fails.
He can't be stopped, even when they think he's defeated,
when they think they've won, he finds a way.
So you think you're not safe?
Oh, no, I'm perfectly safe.
During our struggle, my fate was sealed.
The one who's in trouble
is Henry.
But you're Henry.
Not anymore.
You...
You switched.
You sure you're not hungry?
Thank you,
Pan.
Now,
let's play-