The Librarians: The Next Chapter

Gentlemen, I must warn you.

In the thousand years that you've been dead,

the art of swordplay has advanced considerably.

The Pareccheti Defense, 1772,

was designed to defend one blade against three.

Woo-hoo! Proper swordsmanship takes

not just skill, but study,

which is my forte, as I am...

the Librarian.

Yes, you can advance no further.

Now, why is that?

The magic curse empowers you

to defend the walls of your ancient city,

which, a thousand years ago,

ended right here.

Knowing the exact boundary of a lost city,

that's why it's so useful having an historian on the team.

- Thank you, Librarian. - You're welcome...

Librarian.

Now, how should one get that amulet of Ishtar-aluk?

Their so-called magic senses work on the infrared range

so I'm overloading their neural pathways with strobing

oscillation in that spectrum.

It's genius.

Having a scientist is useful too.

- Thank you, Librarian. - Thank you, Librarian.

You're welcome, Librarians.

Really? No thank you for the Guardian?

How can you miss this?

The basket.

Hey, you are not the king

to throw your trash around like this.

- Hey... - Papa, calm down.

Did you see what he did?

Yes, Dad, I know, but please, you're...

What? I'm embarrassing you?

- Is that it? - No, no, never.

Look, I'm so grateful

you got me this scholarship,

but I'm finally making some friends and...

I was not talking to your boyfriend.

- He was talking to me-- - Know what he said?

- Huh? - If you have a problem...

Hey, are you okay?

- Do you need any help? - Go away.

Yes, Dad, I'm fine.

Stop it. Stop it...

That's enough, break this up. Break it up.

And what is that?

My family has been gracious enough to donate

our collection to the history project.

And this is how you treat it?

You two, detention hall.

Now.

What's going on with these kids?

Get that cleaned up, right away.

"Get that cleaned up."

Tamara!

Tamara!

Ah, Mrs. Astolat.

We return victorious.

If by victorious, you mean "we did our job,"

then congratulations.

- Thank you. - I'm now going to go

and place this in the library, victoriously.

And then I'm going to go to lunch,

where a chef will victoriously

prepare me cacio e pepe.

Come on, Mrs. A.

We got to have some sorta record going.

I mean, what? Ten artifacts in six months?

I will admit, the team is beginning to show promise.

We are a finely honed machine.

Oh, and look,

the pendulum has another mystery for us.

- Already? - We are needed

at the Hughes International Academy.

What sort of school is that?

High school.

Between grammar and university.

Teenagers.

In this case, the teenagers

of foreign diplomats and businessmen.

Can you explain teenagers to me again?

Mrs. Astolat, have you heard anything about

when the other Guardians will be arriving?

- I'm sorry? - In my training, I was told

one Guardian to protect to each Librarian.

- Hmm. - I've got three.

I've been on triple duty for months.

Protecting them is like herding cats, except the cats

are all convinced that they're smarter than you,

and don't have to follow orders,

which now that I say it out loud,

is also just...

Cats.

I'm sorry, I-- I'm exhausted.

Charlie, I've heard nothing about any reinforcements.

I'm afraid you're it.

Are you quite all right?

Fine.

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Hmm.

"Missing. Alex Kurepa.

Last seen yesterday."

Wait, you think this is why we're here?

- Perhaps. - Oop...

Have you seen him? Do you recognize that photo?

Tamara!

If I catch you out of class again,

I will see you in my headmaster's office.

- Yes, but my father-- - Will be disappointed

if you get expelled, especially after he worked

so hard for your scholarship.

I swear I was a way cooler teacher than him.

Now, who are you people?

- Ah, I-- - Wait, no.

Can I practice?

- Of course. - Okay.

Ahem.

We're the Librarians.

Ah, of course,

about the expansion.

Permanent display of my family's collection

of Middle Eastern antiquities.

I'm Professor Hughes.

Enjoy the collection.

I'll be in my office if you need anything.

Oh, and don't worry about Kurepa.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

This is a missing faculty member.

Why is only one student putting up flyers?

Why was that headmaster so dismissive?

I don't think Professor Hughes cares much about anyone,

let alone a janitor.

Ah, so are you a teacher here?

Newly arrived, just learning the ropes, as they say.

So the missing man is a janitor?

Yes, and the young lady is his daughter, Tamara.

Oh, incidentally, if you're curious about his disappearance,

I believe he has a workshop

just down the stairs and to your left.

You are very helpful. Thank you.

I'm trying to be more helpful these days.

I didn't quite get...

Stop.

Let me go first. Let me secure the scene.

It's a janitorial closet, Charlie.

- I hardly-- - Don't think.

Don't assume.

Just do as I say, for once.

Does Charlie seem angry?

Correction, does she seem

especially angry to you?

Hmm, just me.

Okay.

The teacher said the janitor's closet's up this way.

His daughter was also heading that way,

so maybe we can ask her some questions.

These readings are all over the place.

I've recalibrated the app, but it's spiking everywhere.

I told you we couldn't always

depend on that thing for answers.

You weren't complaining when it led us to the amulet.

Well, if you can't pin down a source,

maybe we should split up, hmm?

Johnny, come on!

Oh, God, teenagers these days are awful.

They're just hot-headed hormone monsters.

I'm so glad I'm not a teenager anymore.

- Were you ever one, really? - You talk about

"teenager" as if it were a disease.

No, a teenager brains haven't fully developed

the frontal lobe yet, not until mid-20s.

- For men, even later. - Nonsense.

When I was their age, I was entrusted

with all manner of important responsibilities.

- My point, exactly. - I still think it's weird

that professor wasn't more concerned.

When I was a teacher,

all the staff looked out for each other.

You should talk to him. Educator to educator.

Ooh, I have an idea.

Let's split up.

I just said that!

But no one listens to me.

You and Charlie are going to speak to your peer.

Myself and Lysa, we will go and find

the janitor's monster-aged teen child.

You should say that to her face.

Yes...

No, no!

Okay...

Oh, it's you.

I don't think I've ever been so unenthusiastically greeted.

Like I said, teenagers.

We believe we can be of some assistance

regarding your missing father.

Your outfit is weird.

What do you think happened to your dad?