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SCENE: Enchanted Forest. Past. A young woman named Milah is weaving when her husband, Rumplestiltskin, enters.

Rumplestiltskin: Milah.
Milah: I'm nearly finished.
Rumplestiltskin: Oh, you learn quickly.
Milah: I have a good teacher. (They kiss.) What is it? What brings you home so early?
Rumplestiltskin: Milah. (laughs) My weaving days are behind us. I've been called to the front. (He shows her a piece of paper reading Rumplestiltskin, you have been drafted into the king's army. Milah is shocked.)
Milah: The Ogres War.
Rumplestiltskin: I report for training in the morning.
Milah: No. Rumple, I've heard the stories. The front, it's a brutal place.
Rumplestiltskin: Oh, Milah, I know, I know. And I can't say I won't be frightened. But this is the chance I've been waiting for. All my life. You know, I've lived under the shadow of my father's actions for far too long now.
Milah: Just because you father was a coward doesn't mean you are.
Rumplestiltskin: Oh, I know that. As do you. But to the world? Fighting in this war finally gives me the chance to prove that to everyone else.
Milah: Go. Be brave. Fight honorably.
Rumplestiltskin: Oh, god, I love you.
Milah: I love you, too. (They embrace.) And when you return, we can live the life we've always dreamed of. We can have a family.

SCENE: New York City in the Land Without Magic. Present. A taxi drives up in front of an apartment building somewhere in the SoHo district, and Mr. Gold, Emma Swan, and Henry Mills step out.

Emma: What's wrong? Is this the right place?
Mr. Gold: Yes, it is.
Emma: Let me guess, he isn't expecting you? (Mr. Gold remains silent.) Well, who doesn't love a surprise?

SCENE: Storybrooke. Present. Cora, Hook and Regina Mills are in Regina's room at her house. Regina appears to be attempting to hide her tears.

Cora: What is it, sweetie?
Regina: It's Henry. Emma left town with Gold, and she took him with her.
Cora: And you didn't stop them?
Regina: I didn't know until after they had gone.
Cora: I'm sure he's safe. And as soon as Gold's done, Henry will be back.
Regina: But not with me.
Hook: Back? From where? Where's Rumplestiltskin gone?
Regina: I don't know.
Hook: Well, if he's left town, then he's powerless. He can be killed.
Cora: The moment either of us leave, we lose our magic, and our advantage.
Hook: Your memories?
Regina: None of us were victims of the curse. It's not about memories, it's about magic.
Hook: Well, I don't need magic. I'll go after him alone.
Regina: Even if you could find him, do you really think you could just walk to him and stab him in the heart with your sword?
Hook: Well, I'd prefer my hook, but I can't seem to find that now.
Cora: You're not going anywhere.
Hook: I deserve my vengeance!
Cora: You're right. You do, and with the Dark One gone, we can search for the one magical item that could actually kill him here—his dagger.

SCENE: New York City. Present. Henry, Emma, and Mr. Gold are trying to decipher which apartment Baelfire lives in.

Henry: No Baelfire.
Emma: Yeah, that wouldn't fly as an alias. (To Mr. Gold) Your magic globe didn't give you an apartment number?
Mr. Gold: It doesn't work that way.
Henry: Do any of these names mean anything to you?
Mr. Gold: Well, names are what I traffic in, but sadly, no. (Emma points to apartment number 407, the only apartment that does not have the name of the person living there.)
Emma: Here's your boy.
Mr. Gold: No. Or it could just be vacant.
Emma: You may traffic in names and magic, but I traffic in finding people that don't want to be found, and those sort of folks don't like to advertise their whereabouts. (She presses the button.) UPS package for 407. (The line disconnects.)
Henry: Maybe you should have said FedEx. (A crash and clank is heard in the distance.)
Emma: He's running. (She, Henry, and Mr. Gold go out the door, only to see a man climbing down the fire escape, then running through the streets.)
Mr. Gold: That favor you owe me. This is it. Get him to talk to me. I can't run.
Emma: Watch Henry. I'll be back. (Emma chases the man all over New York until she eventually catches up to him and his face becomes visible for the first time- she has been chasing Neal Cassidy.) No. Neal?
Neal: Emma?
Emma: Neal?
(Emma and Neal stand up.)
Neal:I don't understand. What are you doing here?
Emma: What am I doing here?
Neal: Yeah.
Emma: I'm not answering anything until you tell me the truth. Are you Gold's son?
Neal: What are you talking about? Who's Gold?
Emma: You played me. You're from there. You played me. And he played me. You both played me! You and Gold!
Neal: Whoa, Emma, slow down! What are you talking about? Who's Gold?
Emma: Your father! Rumplestiltskin.
Neal: He's here?
Emma: Why else would I be in New York?
Neal: You brought him to me! Why would you do that?!
Emma: Hey! I am the only one allowed to be angry here! Did you know who I was, where I was from, the whole time? Was this just some sort of sick twisted plan? Did - did you even care about me at all?
Neal: Emma, do not--
Emma: I wanna know! I want the truth, all of it!
Neal: Fine! We- we gotta get off the street. We can't do it out in the open. I spent a lifetime running from the man. I'm not gonna let him catch me. There's a bar down the street. We can talk there.
Emma: I am not drinking with you! Whatever you're gonna tell me, tell me now!
Neal: No, bar's better. Don't worry, you can keep yelling at me when we get there. (Reluctantly, Emma follows him.)

SCENE: Another part of NYC. Mr. Gold is buying Henry a hot dog.

Henry: Don't worry, Emma's really good at catching people.
Mr. Gold: Well, my son's been running away for a very long time now. And I have a feeling he's equally adept at it.
Henry: Well, at least we found him, right?
Mr. Gold: Indeed.
Henry: Oh, and, uh, thanks for the hot dog. I forgot.
Mr. Gold: You are quite welcome. And thank you.
Henry: For what? (Mr. Gold starts to walk away from the hot dog cart and Henry follows.)
Mr. Gold: Well, if it wasn't for you bringing Emma to Storybrooke, none of this would have come to pass. You... are a remarkable young man.
Henry: You know... I forgave her. Emma... for giving me up. She thought it was the best for me then. That's why she did it. I'm sure your son will get it too.
Mr. Gold: Alas, the circumstances surrounding our separation weren't quite so noble.
Henry: But you're here now. And you want him back, right?
Mr. Gold: More than anything.
Henry: Then that's all that matters.

SCENE: Emma and Neal are seated inside a quiet bar.

Neal: Well, what do you want to know, Emma? You want the truth? Ask away.
Emma: Did you know who I was when we met?
Neal: If I had, I wouldn't have gone near you.
Emma: Come on.
Neal: "Come on?" Come on, what? I was in hiding. I came here to get... a-away from... all that crap.
Emma: So if you didn't know, then you were just using me. You just needed someone to take the fall for all the watches that you stole.
Neal: I wasn't using you. When we met, I didn't know. I found out.
Emma: How?
Neal: When I went to sell the watches... I ran into a friend of yours --August.

SCENE: Land Without Magic. Past.

August: When you see what I have in here, you're gonna listen. You're gonna believe every word I say.
Neal: Yeah, right. (He looks into the box August has with him, revealing that inside is August’s typewriter, and he has typed "I know you're Baelfire.")

SCENE: New York City. Present. Emma and Neal are at the bar.

Emma: (Very upset and angry, even more so than before) You left me... and let me go to prison because Pinocchio told you to?
Neal: Emma--
Emma: I loved you.
Neal: I-I was, um, I was tr... I was trying to help you.
Emma: By letting me go to jail.
Neal: By getting you home.
Emma: Are you telling me... that us meeting was a coincidence? How the hell did that happen if it wasn't in your plan or your father's?
Neal: Think about it. He wanted you to break the curse. Us meeting, that could've stopped it. Maybe it was fate.
Emma: You believe in that?
Neal: You know, there's not a ton I remember about my father that doesn't suck, but he used to tell me that there are no coincidences. Everything that happens happens by design, and there's nothing we can do about it. Forces greater than us conspire to make it happen. Fate, destiny, whatever you want to call it, the point is, maybe we met for a reason. Maybe something good came from us being together.
Emma: No. Not that I can think of. I just went to jail. That's it. Doesn't matter now, I'm over it. And you. (She stands up, getting ready to leave)
Neal: Why do you wear the keychain I got you?
Emma: (She looks down at the keychain hanging on a cord around her neck.  She pulls the cord, releasing it from her neck, then hands him the keychain.)  To remind myself to never trust someone again. Come on. I made a deal with your father I'd bring you to him.
Neal: You made a deal with him?
Emma: Yeah, and I'm upholding my end.
Neal: No, no you don't have to. You know that.
Emma: I know.
Neal: Okay. So this should be really easy for you. Tell him that you lost me. Tell him you can't find me. You do that, you never have to see me again.

SCENE: Enchanted Forest. Past. Soldiers' camp.

Commanding Officer: (calling out for a passing Rumplestiltskin) Soldier!
Rumplestiltskin: Me?
Commanding Officer: I'm needed at the front. You guard this crate with your life. (He points to a canvas covered crate)
Rumplestiltskin: What's under there?
Commanding Officer: A prisoner that can help us turn the tide against the ogres. (Rumplestiltskin gives nod of understanding) Careful, it's a tricky beast.
Rumplestiltskin: Yes sir.
(The commanding officer walks off. Rumplestiltskin walks toward the crate then turns his back to it. A voice calls out from beneath the canvas)
Eerie Voice: Rumplestiltskin.
Rumplestiltskin: (turns around with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity. He uncovers the crate, revealing the eerie voice to be the Seer.) You're a child.
Seer: Please. (points to a bucket) I haven't had a sip in days.
Rumplestiltskin: How do you know my name?
Seer: I'm a seer. I see all.
Rumplestiltskin: No, no, no, that's not possible. You must have overheard someone speak.
Seer: Rumplestiltskin, the son of a coward, raised by spinsters, scared of ending up just like his father. Did I overhear that? I told you. I see all, even what is yet to pass.
Rumplestiltskin: You mean the future? You can see the future?
Seer: Indeed, I can, including yours.
Rumplestiltskin: No, no, no. I won't indulge this... dark magic.
Seer: Even if what I see concerns your wife? Milah?
Rumplestiltskin: Why? Has something happened to her?
Seer: Give me water.
Rumplestiltskin: (gives the Seer water) Here. Slake your thirst, witch, then speak of what you know of my wife.
Seer: She's already with child.
Rumplestiltskin: I'm to be a father?
Seer: Your wife will bear you a son, but your actions on the battlefield will leave him fatherless.
Rumplestiltskin: I'm gonna die? No, no, no. You—You must tell me how I can stop that happening.
Seer: You can't.
Rumplestiltskin: Then I'm done helping you.
Seer: For now. Someday you'll help me again.
Rumplestiltskin: I'll bet Milah isn't even pregnant. You just said that so I would give you water, and now you're trying to trick me into deserting.
Seer: You shall see. Tomorrow. When you see the army ride cows into battle, you will know I speak the truth.
Rumplestiltskin: Cows? And who's going to man the catapults? Milk maids? I have had enough with your fiendish lies.
Seer: There is no escaping it. You will have a son, and your actions will leave him fatherless. (Rumplestiltskin covers the crate again in anger)

SCENE: Land without Magic. Present. Cutting between Mary Margaret's loft and a street in Manhattan. Mary Margaret Blanchard and Emma are talking to each other on the phone.

Mary Margaret: Wait. Gold's son is Henry's father?
Emma: I know. I know. And the millions of questions you have, I have, too. The problem is it doesn't matter right now because I don't know what to do.
Mary Margaret: Please tell me you're not calling to ask me to tell you to keep it from him.
Emma: Henry thinks his father is dead. I told him that for a reason. I wanna protect him.
Mary Margaret: No matter what this man did, Henry has a right to know who his father is. The truth about your parents—Emma, you of all people should know how important that is.
Emma: I don't want Henry to get hurt. I just want to protect him.
Mary Margaret: Are you sure this is about protecting Henry and not yourself?

SCENE: Manhattan Apartment building from earlier. Present. Henry and Mr. Gold are sitting quietly waiting for Emma to return. Mr. Gold is visibly nervous.

Henry: Why are you so nervous? When I found my mom, I was excited.
Mr. Gold: Because I have the benefit of a little more... life experience. I know that things don't always happen the way we want them to.
Henry: Sure, but in my book, it says that you can see the future. Why can't you just look and see what's gonna happen?
Mr. Gold: Well, that ability is complicated. I didn't always have it. And then when I did... well... it's maybe not the gift one would expect. Seeing the inevitable... can be a terrible price.
Henry: But you wouldn't have to worry about stuff. You'd just know.
Mr. Gold: But that's the great trap. The future... is like a puzzle... with missing pieces—Difficult to read. And never, never what you think. (The door opens. Emma enters.)
Emma: Hey.
Mr. Gold: Did you find him?
Emma: Sorry. Your son... got away.

SCENE: Storybrooke General Hospital. Present. Belle's room. Belle is laying in bed as Regina enters.

Belle: Who are you?
Regina: So it is true. You really don't remember anything.
Belle: Are we friends?
Regina: We spent some time together. But I'm here because I believe you can help me find something that belongs to Rumplestiltskin.
Belle: Who?
Regina: Mr. Gold.
Belle: I, uh, I don't know him.
Regina: (Regina waves her hand and Belle passes out.) Not anymore. But you did. (She waves her hand again. Belle's purse opens and its contents levitate out, including a yellow index card. Regina plucks the card from the air.)

SCENE: Storybrooke Free Public Library. Present. Regina, Cora, and Hook are searching the library in the clock tower.

Hook: Shouldn't we be pillaging his shop or ransacking his home?
Regina: That would be the obvious choice, yes, but Gold wouldn't risk crossing the town line and losing his memory without entrusting the dagger's location to someone.
Hook: Belle.
Regina: My guess is she hid it in one of her beloved books.
Cora: Impressive, Regina.
Regina: Thank you, Mother.
Hook: I'll be impressed when I'm holding the dagger in my hand.
Regina: No. (She points to an empty space in the book shelf.) It should be here.
Hook: Well, it's not, is it? May we go now?
Cora: Hold on. (She pulls a folded sheet of paper out from the space where the book should have been and unfolds it) What's this?
Hook: Oh, yes. Crude. To the untrained eye, a child's scribbles, but to a pirate... it's a map. Gold may not have hidden the dagger here, but I believe he's left us the next best thing. Its location.
Cora: Can you read it?
Hook: Well, lucky for you ladies, I'm quite adept at finding buried treasure.

SCENE: Mary Margaret's apartment. Present. Mary Margaret and David Nolan are talking.

David: So Rumplestiltskin is Henry's grandfather?
Mary Margaret: Apparently.
David: But I'm his grandfather.
Mary Margaret: You can have more than one.
David: (he sighs) So his... step-grandmother is Regina, the Evil Queen.
Mary Margaret: Actually, his step-great-grandmother. And she's also his adoptive mother.
David: (he sighs again) It's a good thing we don't have Thanksgiving in our land, 'cause that dinner would suck.
Mary Margaret: Or... Maybe this will mellow everyone out.

SCENE: Manhattan Apartment building from earlier. Present. Emma and Henry watch as Mr. Gold is buzzes all the residents, trying to gain access to the building.

Emma: Gold, wait. What are you doing? (the door clanks unlocked)
Mr. Gold: I'm finding my son. (He opens the door and begins the enter. Emma and Henry follow him.)
Emma: He's gone.
Mr. Gold: But he lives here. He'll be back, and I'll be waiting. (cut to the hallway leading to Neal's apartment. Mr. Gold begins to pick the lock)
Emma: Stop. You can't just break in.
Mr. Gold: Yeah, well actually, that's something I'm quite adept at.
Emma: He might not come back.
Mr. Gold: Okay. Finding people is what you do, Ms. Swan. I'm simply going to assist you. There may be information in here—Who he is, what he does, who he loves.
Emma: No, don't do this. There are things called laws.
Henry: I'll be lookout. (Henry walks off)
Emma: (directed at Henry) No, I... (turns her focus toward Mr. Gold) you could get arrested.
Mr. Gold: Then my son will have to testify against me, and we will be reunited. (He finishes picking the lock and opens the door)

SCENE: Enchanted Forest. Past. Night at the soldiers' camp.

Soldier 1: (directing a medical stretcher carrying a soldier who is missing an arm) This way. Keep it moving this way. (passes Rumplestiltskin and Soldier 2)
Soldier 2: (to Rumplestiltskin) Lucky bastards.
Rumplestiltskin: (cringing) Oh, I think they'd beg to differ.
Soldier 2: They're not dead, but they can't fight, which means they get sent home. That's the only way outta here alive. When the ogres rip you limb from limb, pray that there're quick.
Commanding Officer: (approaching) Fortune favors us! Fresh supplies have arrived from the Duke. (soldiers gather around) Today, we will not be marching into battle. We'll be riding.
Rumplestiltskin: (panicked) Riding? Riding what?
Commanding Officer: What kind of question is that? A horse, of course. (Rumplestiltskin lets out a sigh of relief) Now grab yourself a cow and get ready.
Rumplestiltskin: (panicked again) I'm sorry, sir. What did you say?
Commanding Officer: A cow. The saddles we just got in—made from the finest leather. We call'em "cows." Grab yours, so at least the ride into doom will be a soft one on your backside.
Soldier 2: Are you al right?
Rumplestiltskin: Yeah. Yes. You—You go. I'll catch up. (The soldiers walks off. Under his breath, Rumplestiltskin speaks to himself) Oh, no. (He walks over to the crate) So it's all true. I'm going to have a son. And I'm gonna die? Answer me! (He lifts the canvas but the seer is gone) Ohh! (Shakes the crate out of anger until he becomes exhausted. Seeing no other alternative, Rumplestiltskin picks up a smithing hammer and swings it at his ankle, causing it to break. He cries out in agony)

SCENE: Neal's Apartment. Present. The door opens and Mr. Gold enters, followed by Emma and Henry.

Emma: Gold. Come on, please. We really shouldn't be here.
Henry: I don't think he's listening. (Emma closes the door. She walks over to the window where the dreamcatcher is hanging. It's the same one that she and Neal took from a hotel room eleven years prior. She picks it up and stares at it.)
Mr. Gold: You find something, dearie?
Emma: Nothing. Uh, it just looks like a dreamcatcher.
Mr. Gold: Yeah, well, if it's nothing, why are you still holding it? You're lying to me.
Emma: Just get back to looking, okay?
Mr. Gold: No, no, no. You saw something. Tell me.
Emma: You don't know what you're talk--
Mr. Gold: Tell me!
Emma: Henry, go wait in the bathroom.
Henry: But I can help--
Emma: Henry, go! (Henry walks off. Emma starts talking to Mr. Gold) There's nothing here. The guy's a ghost.
Mr. Gold: What, you think me a fool? You're holding back. I wanna know what and why.
Emma: I'm not holding back--
Mr. Gold: Did he tell you something?
Emma: Gold--
Mr. Gold: Did he tell you something?!
Emma: Nothing. He didn't say anything.
Mr. Gold: But you talked to--
Emma: Ah! Don't put words in my mouth--
Mr. Gold: Tell me! You tell me, or I'm gonna make you tell me.
Emma: You don't have magic here.
Mr. Gold: Oh, I don't need magic.
Emma: You really wanna do this?
Mr. Gold: Do not push me.
Emma: Don't push me.
Mr. Gold: We had a deal! A deal! No one—No one breaks deals with me!
Neal: (bursts through the door) Hey! Leave her alone.

SCENE: Enchanted Forest. Past. Rumplestiltskin approaches his shack. He is using a walking stick and limping due to the injury he inflicted upon himself.

Rumplestiltskin: Milah! Milah! Milah. Milah? (He enters the shack. Milah is standing there rocking a fussing baby Baelfire)
Milah: Rumple?
Rumplestiltskin: What's his name?
Milah: Baelfire.
Rumplestiltskin: A strong name! (Rumplestiltskin collapses in pain)
Milah: Something he'll need if he's to live with the shame of being your son.
Rumplestiltskin: What are you talking about?
Milah: Rumple, is it true?
Rumplestiltskin: Is what true?
Milah: Did you injure yourself... so that you wouldn't have to fight? So that you would be sent home?
Rumplestiltskin: Who told you that?
Milah: Everyone. Rumors travel quickly from the front. Rumple did you do this to yourself? Did you do it to yourself?!
Rumplestiltskin: Yes! A seer told me I was going to die in the battle.
Milah: You did this because a seer told you to do it?
Rumplestiltskin: She was right about everything else. I left the front to be with you... you and... Baelfire.
Milah: You left because you were afraid. You became what everyone thought you were—a coward.
Rumplestiltskin: Stop.
Milah: Just like your father!
Rumplestiltskin: I am nothing like my father. He tried to abandon me. I will never, ever do that to my son. That's why I did this-- (he points at his leg) for him. All for the boy. To save him from the same fate I suffered, growing up without a father.
Milah: You sentence him to a fate much worse—growing up as your son.
Rumplestiltskin: What? What else could I do?
Milah: You could have fought, Rumple. You could have died.
Rumplestiltskin: You don't mean that. You don't mean that. (Milah hands Baelfire to Rumplestiltskin. She then walks out the door, angrily) Oh. Oh, it's all right, Bae. It's all right. Your papa's here. And I promise... I will never... ever leave you.

SCENE: Neal's Apartment. Present.

Mr. Gold: Bae. (Neal nods) You came back for me.
Neal: No. I came to make sure you didn't hurt her. I've seen what you do to people who break deals.
Mr. Gold: Please, Bae, just let me talk.
Neal: I have no interest in talking to you. You can go.
Mr. Gold: I'm not going anywhere.
Neal: Get out of my apartment!
Emma: Neal...
Neal: Emma, I got this.
Mr. Gold: (Mr. Gold looks surprised) You two know each other. You two know each other. How?
Emma: You sent me chasing after him.
Mr. Gold: No, no, no. Stop it! You're lying. How do you two know each other?! (Henry enters the room)
Henry: Mom? What's going on?
Emma: Hey. (Emma tries to comfort Henry)
Neal: Who is this?
Emma: My son.
Neal: What?
Henry: Is that Baelfire?
Emma: I need you to stay in the other room for a little while longer, okay? Come on. (Emma tries to rush out of the room with Henry)
Neal: Wait. How old are you?
Emma: Don't answer him.
Neal: How old are you, kid?!
Henry: Eleven! Now why is everyone yelling?
Neal: He's eleven?
Henry: Mom?
Neal: Is this my son?
Henry: No. My dad was a fireman. He died. (He turns to Emma for reassurance) That's what you told me. You said...
Neal: Is this... my son?
Emma: (holding Henry, Emma whispers) Yes. (Henry backs away from her in disbelief and climbs out the window onto the fire escape. After a moment passes, Emma goes after him.) Henry. Henry? (Neal heads toward the window. Mr. Gold stops him)
Mr. Gold: Baelfire... Please. Please. All I want is a chance to be heard.
Neal: Get out.
Mr. Gold: Look, you came back to protect Emma, to show that she had lived up to her end of her bargain with me.
Neal: And now she has. You can go.
Mr. Gold: No. Our deal was for her to get you to talk to me. If you truly want her deal to be fulfilled... you have but one choice. (whispers) You need to talk to me.
Neal: You got three minutes.

SCENE: Storybrooke General Hospital. Present. An isolated hallway. Greg Mendell is talking to Her on his cell phone.

Greg: Hey. No, I'm okay. Yeah. No, they said I'm-- I'm good to go. But, um, you know, I think I'm gonna stay here for a little while. Why? Well, take a look at this and see. (Greg sends Her a video he shot of Regina levitating the contents of Belle's purse)

SCENE: Storybrooke Free Public Library. Hook is showing Regina and Cora the deciphered map.

Hook: I give you the location of the dagger.
Cora: Well done, Hook. (She snatches the map from the table) We'll take it from here.
Hook: No. (He grabs a letter opener and points it at them as threatening as he can) You promised me! (Cora throws Hook across the room and into a bookshelf using magic. He is knocked unconscious)
Cora: The Kris dagger's much too powerful to be wasted on you. (She grabs Regina's arm and they head toward the door)
Regina: (Regina stops walking and turns toward Cora) So... is... this what it was all about? Getting Rumple's dagger so you could obtain his dark powers?
Cora: If we possess the dagger, we control the dark one. And when he returns to Storybrooke, we can command him to kill Snow White, Prince Charming, and Emma. Our enemies will be vanquished, (Cora begins stroking Regina's hair) and you will be blameless in the eyes of the only person who matters.
Regina: Henry. (Cora smiles wickedly. Regina and Cora walk off)

SCENE: Neal's fire escape. Present. Henry is talking to Emma.

Henry: So that's him.
Emma: Yeah.
Henry: Why didn't you tell me?
Emma: Because I never thought I would see him again. I never wanted to.
Henry: Why not?
Emma: He was a thief, Henry. A liar, a bad guy, and he... he broke my heart.
Henry: I could have taken it, you know. The truth.
Emma: I know. He was just a part of my life I... wanted to forget. That's why I didn't tell you. I was thinking of me, not you.
Henry: I thought you were different, but you're just like her—Regina. She always lied to me too.
Emma: I'm sorry.
Henry: I wanna meet my dad. (Emma nods)

SCENE: Neal's Apartment. Present.

Neal: Clock's ticking.
Mr. Gold: I know I've made mistakes. But you must believe me. I wanna make up for it. There's no greater pain than regret.
Neal: Try abandonment.
Mr. Gold: Please. Let me make it up to you.
Neal: How are you going to do that? I grew up alone. I grew up without a father. You can make up for that?
Mr. Gold: Yeah. Yes, I can.
Neal: Two minutes.
Mr. Gold: Come with me to Storybrooke. There's magic there. I can turn the clock back. Make you fourteen again. We can start over.
Neal: Fourteen? I don't wanna be fourteen... again. Are you—are you insane?
Mr. Gold: I can't make up for lost time, but I can take away the memories. Bae.
Neal: Take away who I am—no, thanks. One minute.
Mr. Gold: Bae... please. Give me a chance. You once loved me.
Neal: You were once a good man.
Mr. Gold: I can be that man again. I've changed. Look... I came here... to this city without magic.
Neal: Yeah, yeah, and you're still trying to use it to make up for your mistakes. Still think that that can make it all better. It won't. You can't. (scoffs) You have no idea what I've lived with. You're so worried about you. You know what I've dealt with? Every night for more years than you could know... the last thing I see before sleep is the image of you—You and me over that pit, your hand... wrapped around mine. And then you open your grip. And as I fall away, all I can see is your face. Choosing all... (imitating Rumplestiltskin) this... crap over me. Letting me go... now it's my turn. Now I'm letting you go.
Mr. Gold: I'm sorry.
Neal: I don't care. I didn't get closure, so you don't, either. Gotta go.
Mr. Gold: (tearing up) Oh, Bae.
Neal: No. Time's up. (Neal walks away, leaving Mr. Gold speechless)

SCENE: Enchanted Forest. Past. Approximately fourteen years after Rumplestiltskin returned home from the battlefront. Rumplestiltskin is walking alone through the forest. The Seer, now older, appears from behind a tree.

Seer: I've been expecting you.
Rumplestiltskin: Then you know exactly why I came here.
Seer: What I foretold during the ogres war has finally come to pass.
Rumplestiltskin: Well, in a manner of speaking. I, uh, hobbled myself on the battlefield, was branded a coward. My wife ran way and left me. Then my son was called to the front. Oh! Then I became the Dark One... Then Bae left me. So, yes, my actions of the battlefield left my son fatherless. But... it would've been nice to know about all that pesky detail.
Seer: Knowing would not have made a difference. You still would have been powerless to escape your fate.
Rumplestiltskin: (he giggles) Just... like... you. (He begins to magically choke the Seer) Now you know exactly why I came here.
Seer: (in a strained voice) You want to find your son.
Rumplestiltskin: Indeed. (He releases the Seer from his magic grip)
Seer: (in a whisper) You will... find him.
Rumplestiltskin: (angrily) How? And this time don't leave out a single detail.
Seer: It will not be an easy path. It will take many years... and require a curse. A curse... powerful enough to rip everyone from this land.
Rumplestiltskin: Yes, yes, there's more. I know it. Tell me.
Seer: You will not cast the curse. Someone else will. And you will not break the curse. Someone else... will.
Rumplestiltskin: Tell me!
Seer: (exhausted) I don't know. Even my powers have limits.
Rumplestiltskin: Ah-ah-ah. Not good enough, dearie. (He begins to magically choke her again)
Seer: (in a strained voice) If you want to see the path you must take, there is only one way. (She extends her hands) Take this burden from me.
Rumplestiltskin: Mm-mm gladly. (He grasps her hands and takes her ability. She screams in pain.)

SCENE: Neal's Apartment. Present. Emma comes in from the fire escape through the window.

Emma: (at Neal) He wants to meet you.
Neal: You weren't gonna tell me about him.
Emma: No, I wasn't.
Neal: Yeah, well, he's my kid, too, so you don't get to make that decision by yourself anymore.
Emma: Great. Go talk to him, then. (Neal takes a deep breath then walks toward the window) But... don't break his heart.
Neal: Trust me, I'm not gonna do to him what he did to me.
Emma: And what you did to me. (Neal exhales)
Neal: Okay. I get it. We're all messed up. What do you say we try to avoid that with him? All right?
Emma: All right. (Neal exits to the fire escape and stands next to Henry)
Henry: So... you're my dad.
Neal: Yeah.
Henry: I'm Henry.
Neal: It's nice to meet you, Henry. Sorry I took so long.
Henry: It's okay. You didn't know. (Inside the apartment, Mr. Gold looks out the window at them)

SCENE: Enchanted Forest. Past. The Seer's ability is still transferring from the Seer to Rumplestiltskin.

Rumplestiltskin: I can't... see... anything. It's too much. It's nothing but a jumble.
Seer: The future is a puzzle with many pieces to be sorted. In time, you will learn to separate what can be from what will be. (Rumplestiltskin lets go of the Seer. The Seer falls to the ground) Aah!
Rumplestiltskin: This is why you wanted to give me your power—To free yourself from this torment.
Seer: In time, you will work it all out. (Rumplestiltskin backs away. The Seer raises her hand) Wait. As gratitude, I offer you one piece of the puzzle. You will be reunited with your son, and it will come in a most unexpected way.
Rumplestiltskin: (frustrated) How?
Seer: A boy... a young boy will lead you to him. But beware, Rumplestiltskin, for that boy is more than he appears. He will lead you to what you seek. But there will be a price. The boy... will be your undoing. (She passes out)
Rumplestiltskin: Then I'll just have to kill him.

SCENE: Neal's Apartment. Present. Emma and Mr. Gold are looking out the window. Emma walks away. Mr. Gold face is ambiguous with emotion.
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