LEGACIES #315 "A New Hope" Closed Captioned
Fire!
Oh, crap.
Josie!
We're still tripping, aren't we?
As much as I'd love to debate the nature
of our current reality,
we need to get out of here.
Lord Marshall is coming for our asses.
Who's Lord Marshall?
The leader of the Galactic Dominion.
So what's the fastest way off of this stupid space coffin?
How should I know?
You clearly haven't looked in the mirror recently,
'cause you're some sort of android.
So access your memory banks, or whatever,
and find an escape pod.
Yeah, I'll get right on that.
Escape pod 94, fueled and ready.
Wait. What?
Okay, let's go, lamébrain.
At least we learned something.
You're clearly not programmed to fly.
I still got us here in one piece,
which is no small feat,
since I am a service model!
I think.
Then you're not of much service, are you?
I'm sorry, Your Highness.
You're a princess.
Princess Elizabeth Saltzstar, and I'm
J-O 513,
your android sister... and personal valet?
Wait, if we're sisters in this world,
why am I not a princess, too?!
Who knows? Maybe that's just how you see yourself.
Don't make another move.
That salvage is mine.
Wait.
Why the hell did I just say that?
We're still tripping, aren't we?
I have a bad feeling about this.
♪ We live in memories ♪
Hey, MG! ♪ And we never move on ♪
♪ It's hard to set it free ♪
♪ But we'll never give up ♪ Looking good, MG.
♪ We chasing miracles, and forever we'll run... ♪ Hey, MG.
Hey, man.
Hey, welcome back.
Thank you.
♪ Forever searching for the light ♪
♪ Forever waiting for the time ♪ Hey.
♪ Forever waiting for the time. ♪
Honey, I'm home.
Oh...
Home, uh...
Home usually has a bed for me.
You say something?
It doesn't matter. What's good, Kaleb?
This book I'm trying to concentrate on.
All right.
Uh, where-where should I put my stuff?
Wherever.
After I'm settled in, you want to hang out?
Sorry, can't.
Busy.
Like, all day.
Let's review our problem.
The last thing I remember is that we were all pandas.
Now we're here, so I'm assuming that
this is some sort of shared hallucination.
That computes.
What are you, a robot?
Android, actually.
Lizzie's a princess, and you are...
I don't know. I came here to scavenge a wreck.
I don't even think I have a name.
All that matters is that we find a way
to hop off of this ridiculous acid trip.
I personally think it's kind of cool.
Of course you do. You get to be a princess.
My point is,
it's not like we have to do anything.
Eventually, that drug that Andi doused us with
will wear off, and then we'll just
wake up. Are you forgetting that
Andi completed a ceremony that was supposed to
raise an old god or whatever?
I'd rather not be asleep when that shows up.
Right. That part. Um...
If only one of us had an infinite amount of knowledge
stored inside her brain.
Accessing memory banks.
Shared hallucinogenic experiences are
a common side effect of nightshade,
which can trigger a journey of spiritual enlightenment,
leading to personal, profound discoveries.
I guess we're on a vision quest?
So the sooner we finish the story,
the sooner we can wake up.
I for one am sick of having profound
personal discoveries.
It's not that deep. There's an evil villain
chasing us, right?
So we just defeat it,
and then we're out of here.
I for one am also great at kicking ass.
How do we find this guy?
I don't know. Don't look at me.
Fine, I do know.
Hey, sweetie.
Dad? I hope you never see this,
but if you do, it means you're probably
wondering why I left you and J-O 513 behind.
I had to find the Star Sword,
the only weapon that can kill Lord Marshall,
which my spies tell me is located
on planet Mystic Falls.
Please, don't come looking for me.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
End of transmission.
So, we find Dad, who's probably located the weapon,
use it to beat the bad guy, and then we're out of here.
It's a pretty straightforward "hero's journey" if you ask me.
Let's go into town and ask around.
Because if it's one thing I do know,
this planet we're on, it's Mystic Falls.
Which-- don't even get me started.
Heard you were looking for me, Doc.
Indeed. While I'm here,
any word from Cleo?
Not yet. But at least the monsters
don't seem to be after her anymore. Yeah.
I heard about that wendigo thing.
Lost some serious coin on that one.
Tell me about it.
Speaking of, I've got to go check in on Dorian.
Oh, sounds good. I'll drive.
Now, are you sure there's room in your schedule for that?
Uh, hell yeah.
I got a term paper, but I'm way ahead. Good.
Because if you are free, I've got something wendigo-related
that I'd like you to do.
Why are you saying that
like I'm gonna hate it?
Sorry to interrupt,
but I heard you were looking for me,
Dr. Saltzman.
Indeed.
How do we know your father's here?
It's a bar, isn't it?
That's some deep-rooted resentment.
We passed a dozen bars. Why specifically this one?
I don't know, it's just, like, a hunch.
What's the password?
Well, don't look at me.
I don't have anything about this
in my memory banks.
Password, or I'll shoot. Now!
G-A-N-D-A-L-F.
The number four, E-V-A.
Gandalf forever?
Really?
More importantly, how do you know the password?
Because I may have written this story when I was 11.
What'll it be?
I don't know. Lizzie...
why don't you tell us what we're drinking?
What I told you is that I wrote this story when I was a kid,
in my diary.
I don't remember much of it, obviously.
Especially any no-name space junk hoarders.
So I don't even know what you're doing here, Hope.
Drink whatever you want. Can we have a minute?
Wow, I am so good at cleaning up your messes
and supporting you.
It's almost as if
I was written to have no wants or needs of my own.
Don't make me unplug you.
I'm sorry, Your--
No! I have got to stop doing that.
Well, at least you have a last name.
And a cool outfit, and a backstory...
I was 11!
And don't read too deeply into it.
All of this is just borderline plagiarism of whatever books
and movies I was into at the time. Okay.
Well, then, why don't you tell us what happens next.
Do we meet your father here or something?
Something.
We didn't order these. Table in the back.
I'd be careful around that guy if I were you.
Dak Romo.
The bad boy who breaks good in my story.
That chiseled jawline,
the casual, cool smuggler's costume,
the faithful Sardinian companion.
It has to be him.
Am I the only one that noticed that it's actually Ethan?
But we didn't know Ethan when Lizzie wrote the story.
We're not kids in it, either. Maybe our current minds are
punching up my work. Also, who cares?
Fine, whatever. Let's just get this over with.
This mission sucks.
Maybe that's why Dr. Saltzman sent both of us to handle it.
Well, he ain't here,
so you can go ahead and drop that bad boy.
Hey, you've said, like, two words to me
the whole way here.
You are obviously mad at me.
Do you want to talk about it?
Now, why would I be mad at you?
I don't know. That's why I asked.
Then I guess we're cool.
Dig.
It-it just-- It feels like this is
some-some sort of test. Bro, just dig.
Then if you're really not mad at me,
let's camp out here tonight.
We could build a fire,
spend some one-on-one time.
Yeah, about that...
Lance Corporal Jedidiah Tien reporting for wendigo duty.
At ease, soldier.
Ooh...
Hey, thanks for letting me tag along.
I know things have been a little rocky with us lately. Don't mention it.
Kaleb certainly did not.
Um, how about you and I get a fire going,
and MG can handle all this.
It's his mess anyway, right?
I wasn't expecting you.
Don't get me wrong, Princess.
I was hoping we'd finally meet on this mission.
So you got my hypertexts?
Every one.
Sorry to break up
whatever the hell this is.
Can you tell us about the mission?
Well, the princess here hired me
to help find their father, General Saltzstar.
So where is he? Beats me.
And I've searched every inch of this backwater planet. Maybe you were right.
Dr. Saltzman might have already found the weapon and left.
Did you just say "Saltzman"?
Yes. Why?
Well, there's an old Ric Saltzman
that lives out on the rim.
And it didn't occur to you that
General Alaric Saltzstar...
and old Ric Saltzman might just be the same person?
Can we just have his address, please?
Sure thing, Princess. Mermy.
I think we're done here.
Damn right.
Mermy here can smell
Lord Marshall's goons a mile away.
Ninjas?
In space? Seriously?
I was 11. I had a ninja phase.
Get out of here, Elizabeth.
We'll buy you as much time as we can.
May your magic grow...
Oh, for the love of God, let's go.
Let's go.
You are everything I dreamed of and more,
Dak Romo.
Oh, get that in here.
How you feeling?
Honestly, I thought I'd be back on my feet by now. Yeah.
Well, those animal attacks are pretty vicious.
Look, I, uh... I'm really sorry about what you're going through.
I can't help but feel a little responsible.
Um, and-and you should,
because this is all your fault, Ric.
Because I made a promise to stay out of danger,
and it was your student who went on a Ripper bender,
and you pressured me into helping you out.
Remember?
Alaric Saltzman.
Haven't you done enough damage already?
What if he's not happy to see us?
Why wouldn't he be? I don't know.
Weird feeling, I guess.
He's still your father, even in this galaxy.
Hope?
Us, too, Dad.
Girls...
you're so big.
Oh, my goodness.
You smell like feet.
So where have you been
for the last eight years?
Has it been that long?
You know, I came to Mystic Falls
to find the Star Sword.
But then I got here and I realized
that's a lot of work.
Fomenting a revolution,
that's a real drag, man.
It's not all pew-pew-pew and heroic speeches.
I mean, the insurgency seemed like
a good idea when I started it.
But, you know, it's only destined to become
another form of government.
So I'm just happier here, off the grid.
Without your daughters?
I'm sorry my work took me away from you
and your android sister...
...whom I love just as much.
I just figured you'd forge your own path.
Well, they're literally following in your footsteps.
Wait.
You're looking for the Star Sword?
Oh, well...
Good luck.
I found out that weapon can only be wielded
by the chosen one.
So you gotta figure that out, too.
Like I said,
lot of work.
But if you do manage to find it,
you'll bring it to me, right?
We have to go. Now.
What? Why?
Bye, Dad.
What the hell was that all about?
I remembered something about Dad.
Something about his story.
We've had the Star Sword this whole time.
You read my diary?!
Not for this.
We were kids, and you were having trouble
navigating your emotions; I didn't understand why.
So I read your diary to see what was wrong.
I was just trying to take care of you. Traitor.
Knock it off. This is great.
I mean, awfully convenient, but great, because I'm assuming
Lizzie made herself the chosen one in her own story,
so all we have to do is find out who the bad guy is.
That won't be a problem,
because I just remembered something else.
Since when do ninjas have guns?
I was 11. Well, you're the chosen one
in this story, so why don't you fire that bad boy up.
Son of a bitch.
I guess deep down I always knew that it was you.
Oh, well, at least that's a halfway-decent twist.
It's not me either. And here's another twist.
This is the part where we realize who betrayed us.
Sorry, girls...
...but Lord Marshall's plan to restore order to the galaxy
is far better than mine ever was.
Take them away.
Magic-nullifying shackles.
If only there was a way we could have seen this coming.
I couldn't handle the scary parts,
so I skimmed them so I wouldn't have nightmares.
But I'm sure you lingered on all of the juicy details
of my diary.
Like your two-week crush on Jed?
For the last time, I was 11!
Here's what I don't get.
Why would you create a story
where your father betrays us?
Seeing him like that reminded me of how I felt
when I was writing this.
Josie was right. I was going through a lot.
Having these episodes that I couldn't explain.
And deep down I was afraid that we couldn't count on him.
Because if it was a choice between us and you,
he would always take your side.
My side?
I thought you said I wasn't even supposed to be in the story.
I said...
I didn't know what you were doing here.
Because you're supposed to be the one inside
that suit of armor.
You're Lord Hope Marshall.
I'm not the villain here.
Things got a little out of hand, that's all.
Oh.
And which part specifically
got out of hand, huh?
The part where you let a dangerous student loose
into the world, or the part where
you roped my husband into covering it up?
Ric, this is your pattern.
You're drawn to high-risk situations,
and your gravity pulls other people along with you.
Thanks for the session, Doc, but it's a little reductive.
No, it's the only way you know how to connect.
The people in your life
continually put themselves in danger
in order to feel close to you.
Your daughters, for example... Listen.
Leave my daughters out of this.
Now, your husband volunteered for this, okay?
And he was thrilled to get out from behind his desk
and go fight a wendi--
Wen-dy.
The pyromaniac witch? Mm-hmm.
MAN Trauma team to 311.
Trauma team to room 311.
Get a doctor.
His wound opened up again.
He won't stop bleeding.
Ric, tell me what's really going on.
Dorian was attacked by a wendigo.
If his wound isn't healing, it can only mean one thing.
I'm done guessing.
I just buried an entire wendigo by myself,
so let's get real.
You don't even like Jed,
so why'd you bring him along?
A lot changed at the school while you were gone.
So that's what this is all about?
You're mad because I left? No, Milton.
I'm mad 'cause of what you did after you left.
It was reckless and dangerous.
You could have exposed the whole school.
It's what we'd always talk about
using our vampire powers for good.
At least I did something
while you were being Switzerland.
Hell no! We're not done with this conversation.
You said you buried that wendigo, right?
I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
If young you wrote that story,
of course I'd be the bad guy.
It's just how I felt when a girl by the name of Hope Marshall
showed up at the school and turned our lives upside down.
You really didn't want anything to do with us
or our classmates; we thought that you hated us.
And our dad basically disappeared from our lives
because he was so worried about keeping an eye on you.
I felt invisible. I started acting out,
and I needed so much attention from Josie.
And I became the sister who picks up all the pieces.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
Don't be.
We didn't know what you were going through either.
If I'm here, then who's in the armor?
Come on, guys, think. Do either of you know
what happens next? Nothing does.
Because I couldn't find a way to make myself the chosen one,
even in my own story.
So I backed us into this corner
and never finished writing it.
We're probably stuck here forever.
Who are you?
I'm Hope Marshall, and I'm here to rescue you.
This is where I live
and plot my revenge on the Galactic Dominion.
I'm hoping the three of you can help.
You know, we're really thirsty. Could we have some water?
I'll go check the vaporizers.
Speaking of plots,
I don't remember writing Mini-Mikaelson into my story.
She's not Hope Mikaelson.
She's Hope Marshall.
An intrepid orphan spacewitch
who scavenges ship parts to make magical gadgets.
I wrote a sequel to your story.
Is there anyone in this freaking galaxy
who has not read my diary? I didn't read it.
But I did overhear Josie talking about it
to the other witches.
They were all laughing at me being the villain.
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
We were kids. Which is why I had a tantrum
and I set the woods on fire.
Emma found me, and she told me to write my own story.
One where I was the hero,
and we could all be friends. Well, we're friends now,
so why didn't you tell us?
Well, I didn't think that my unauthorized fanfic
would be a part of this hallucination.
Plus, it's sad and embarrassing.
As embarrassing as Dak Romo?
Not even close.
Let's see you write a compelling love story
at the tender age of...
Wait. Does that mean that you know who Lord Marshall is?
Emma said it should be whatever I was most afraid of,
and that I should find a way to defeat that fear.
There's plenty of water.
If you're hungry, we can make food. Let me guess,
making food is part of my service model duties?
You're not a service model. That's just a disguise.
You're actually an omega-level defense unit.
You protect people.
And you're Princess Saltzstar.
You can find a way for us to sneak into
Lord Marshall's throne room,
because you're smarter than everyone thinks.
But I don't know who you are.
Oh, I'm just a scavenger, like you.
I'm more than that.
But scavengers are good in a fight.
Will you help?
Before we fight anything,
we need to figure out what's in that armor.
That's easy.
It's The Hollow.
Okay, nobody panic. I got this.
I'm definitely panicked if we're relying on
your reading comprehension skills.
Give me that.
Maybe we buried it wrong. What does it say in there?
It's a setup.
The whole thing's a setup.
Oh, come on. Doc S. sends us on a monster mission
where the body suddenly just disappears.
And he just so happened to give us the guide book
with all the answers?
So we gotta work together to solve the problem?
He and Dorian are probably out here right now watching us.
Y'all hear that?!
We're onto you, Doc. Yeah.
He wouldn't manipulate us like that.
This whole thing's been a trap from the jump.
The mission's about trying to get us
to like each other again.
Why is that a bad thing?
I thought we were cool.
Look,
you two can stay here and work it out if you want to,
but, uh, there is no wendigo.
And my ass is going home.
Wasn't The Hollow that thing
we exorcized from you?
We were so young, we didn't even know
what we were doing at the time.
What is The Hollow?
It's an evil, ancient force.
Took over my body once.
Made me do terrible things.
It's the reason my family had to leave me alone on this planet.
But now that you're here,
we can fight it together.
And then, once The Hollow's gone forever,
my mom and dad will come back for me.
My family will be together again.
Then I can tell you my real name.
The three of us can be best friends
and start our own coven.
That's not how this story ends.
Defeating The Hollow doesn't bring your family back.
No. You're wrong!
I wish.
The Hollow's already been defeated...
by your father.
Then why hasn't he come back?
Why is the Galactic Dominion still here?
Because I'm afraid of something else now.
But it's okay
because I know how to defeat it.
I'm sorry, since when?
For too long now.
Hope, let's talk about this.
I'm tired of talking. Me, too.
Somnus.
Little Hope, slow down.
We wouldn't be in such a hurry
if your friend hadn't knocked us out.
Where, exactly, are we going?
Salvatore Castle,
where the Galactic Dominion's throne room is.
And where we have breakfast.
You eat breakfast in the throne room?
Don't think about it.
The good news is you were right.
I do know a secret way inside.
Great. It should take us three days to get there on foot.
General Saltzstar. Wow.
Girls, I've had a change of heart.
Makes sense.
Of course Dad was always gonna be the hero in Hope's story.
What?
It's complicated, kid.
I'm guessing you've come here to take us
to Lord Marshall's castle?
You're damn right. Now hop in.
This rig doesn't look like much,
but she'll get us there in no time.
Shotgun.
Wait! You were right.
There is no monster.
Give me a lift back?
After everything I said to you?
I deserved it.
We would have never been in a bad place
if I would have just listened to you from the start.
What about Jed?
He can walk, for all I care.
One condition. You drive.
See? You made one big mistake.
MG would never leave a man behind.
Even one he can't stand.
So we're not wendi-going anywhere.
Kaleb? Huh?
Me?
It says if wendigos are weak,
they'll try to snag an easy meal
by taking human form.
So be on the lookout.
Crap.
All right, let's go, MG.
Time to kick your own ass.
Over here!
We're sure that wasn't you, right?
Pretty sure.
I know what you are.
And I'm stronger than you.
Smarter, too.
Motus.
Sorry we're late.
You killed The Hollow.
No, I didn't.
Who's that?
That's what this vision quest was about.
The way we can finally defeat Malivore.
Like I said, I already know how.
I have to become the Tribrid.
That dead wendigo definitely gives
these babies an umami dimension.
All right, who needs a brewski?
Absolutely.
Yes!
Hey, um,
that stuff I said earlier about using your vamp powers
to do more... I feel you.
I took a big risk.
Oh, no, no. That's... That ain't it. Um...
Why do you always think I'm sticking my neck out for you?
It's because I know
that you're gonna be one of those brothers
that changes the world one day.
I guess I just thought
it would be me by your side when you did it.
Not Ethan.
Maybe it should be.
Hey, either way, I'm glad you're back.
I need some advice.
I think I might've caught feelings for somebody
while you were gone.
Are we talking about Cleo?
Hypothetically.
Oh, damn. You got it bad.
Not as bad as Jed got Alyssa Chang.
Wow. Too soon?
My bad.
Timing's about right, actually.
The way I see it,
Doc S. just sent us
on our first mission and, uh...
...and we totally crushed it.
You're damn right.
Hey. Uh, uh...
I love you, bro.
Love you.
Yeah.
Everything's gonna be fine.
I spoke with the boys.
All wounds have been healed,
literally and metaphorically.
That's a relief.
And while we're at it,
I'd like to heal the one between you and me.
There's no need.
I overstepped. No.
I mean, everything you said about me, it's all true.
I put myself in dangerous situations
and the people I care about get caught up in them.
But here's the problem.
My daughters are supernatural.
This is their world and if I'm gonna be in it with them,
that is the kind of thing we're gonna keep coming up against.
But at least we're doing it together.
And like I keep trying to teach these kids,
that's the only way anyone gets through it.
I have Dorian's back, Emma.
I promise you.
But if you want me to...
stay away from him,
you know, keep him out of it,
I will.
I no longer think that's possible.
I will always be a witch, so Dorian will always exist
in the supernatural world because of me.
Mm, from now on, I'll let him decide for himself how deep.
But I am going to make sure
he doesn't lie to me about it again.
Ugh. Alaric Saltzman.
You're a very hard man to quit.
Hi. Hey, baby.
Today was weird, right?
If you find ominous weird, yeah.
Hope, we were literally on drugs.
Some stupid story you two wrote when we were kids
doesn't mean anything in it is actually going to happen.
Or that your fate is sealed.
I think it does.
Let's face it.
My fate has been sealed since the day that I was born.
Because there's always a loophole with magic.
And I'm the loophole.
So if the whole reason I exist is to defeat Malivore,
at what point do I stop fighting it and just accept it?
You don't.
Not if you don't want everything that that means.
I don't.
That stupid story made me remember all the reasons why.
My whole life has been
one trauma after another trauma,
and if I have to become a Tribrid,
it's like I'm stuck in that trauma forever.
Just like I'm stuck with the memory
of all the family that I've lost.
I'm sorry we couldn't see why you were hurting back then.
But...
right now is different.
We're different.
I'm still a work in progress, but I'm definitely
a better version of Lizzie Saltzman.
And Josie
has become stronger and more independent.
There's no reason why
you can't be whatever you want, too.
A new Hope.
Thanks.
But I think the universe is telling me the opposite.
Honestly, this has been weighing on me
since Cleo pointed it out after she tried to murder me.
And you know what? She was right.
Because I do feel responsible
for every time a monster comes along,
because I know that I'm the only one that can stop it.
You know, what if I don't do this and someone I love
gets hurt in a way that I can't fix?
It's the same problem with Landon.
It's like, for once, I just wanted to love someone
and not lose them, you know?
You only became the Tribrid in that story
because you faced Malivore alone.
We won't let that happen.
I promise.
Panda promise.
♪ Break us down ♪
♪ And we'll rise ♪
♪ And we'll ♪
♪ Rise. ♪
This is Andi's cabin.
I swear to God, if she's crawled out of that hole,
I will kill her again.
It's not her.
Footprints are too big.
Oh, hey.
Clarke?
How'd you sleep?